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[Blue Bull]

Quarantined With Manisha Bhabhi
(When 21-year-old Kapil had the duty of consoling his elder sister-in-law, he never thought it would pave the way for sexually charged, unexpected, events.)
By: brucewayne

Hello, My Dear Readers. We have all been affected by the lock-down. We have all grown tired of being in quarantine. But there are a lucky few who consider this period as a blessing.

This is the story of 21-year-old Kapil, who easily had his way with his elder brother’s wife, thanks to the lock-down. Happy Reading!

“What happened Bhabhi? Why are you crying like this?” I asked my sister-in-law, Manisha, seeing her sob vehemently. I was sleeping, and I had just woken up hearing her scream and shout.

“Kamlesh is stranded in Delhi. I told him so many times not to go. He is stuck there. I am so worried about him. I don’t think I will ever see him, again.” She continued crying, losing her breath as she continued explaining to me the developments.

It had been only a few minutes since the central government had announced the lockdown, keeping in mind the serious threat posed by the virus. I was sleeping, and I had no idea about it.

I had been following the news. But I never thought it was something we had to worry about. I never thought it was something that would affect people like this.

And, it was only once Manisha bhabhi told me all about it, I understood the seriousness of the matter. Like many people around the world, my elder brother, Kamlesh, also, was grounded and helpless.

I immediately called my parents. They had gone to visit my elder sister, who lived in the neighboring district, with her husband’s family.

“We are fine here, Kapil. But I don’t think we can come home, today. All the roads have been blocked,” my mom said as soon as she answered the call.

“Stay home, okay, son. Be a good boy, and take care of Manisha. Kamlesh had just called telling me she is heartbroken. Your brother is more worried about his wife than his own safety. Try to console her, okay. Tell her it is nothing to worry about,” my mom continued.

“Is Kamlesh okay, mom?” I asked.

“He is. Don’t worry about him. He is big enough to take care of himself. He is already trying to get in touch with one of his friends there.” My mom, too, was very bothered about this but tried her best to not sound upset.

Manisha bhabhi was wearing a red-colored cotton kurti, she often wore at home, along with her black leggings. She was a very pretty woman, in her mid 20’s, but today looked devastated. She was sitting on the floor, with her head leaning against the wall, tears rolling down her eyes. It was a very sad sight.

I knew I had to do something about it. I knew I had to calm her down. I was the only man at home. In fact, I was the only other person at home. I could hear her phone ring, but she was in no mood to answer. I had to do something.

I was still a very young boy, very pampered, and had never had to do something of this sort. I was just not ready to handle a situation like this. I took a deep breath. I walked towards her, hoping I can help her relax, and convince her to believe everything will be fine.

I was now only a couple of feet away from her and was just about to start talking when I noticed the unbelievable amount of her milky cleavage that was on display. The low light in the room had kept the very obvious fact hidden all this while.

Her dress was completely disarranged after all her swift and anxious movements and actions. And, she was clueless about it, as she continued to weep.

She had never lived away from her husband after their marriage. This was the first time, my brother could not take his wife along. It was a sudden trip, and also one with a hectic schedule. She was reluctant to let him go, at first, but then agreed. And, the worst possible happened.

Manisha bhabhi was in a state of shock and had no idea about how her clothes were letting her down. She was in no mood to care either. She was scared for her husband. She was too naive a woman, despite being married for close to 4 years.

But, for somebody who has always taken the extra effort to cover herself, realizing that a large part of her gorgeous rack was left exposed, would have been a shocker.

Manisha bhabhi was very fair, and always kept herself very fit. Her dressing too was always very sensible, and never faced criticism.

It very much surprised me that she had such big busty boobs. This was, of course, the first time I had seen her in a vulnerable position. But her deep voluptuous cleavage just blew me away. The thin straps of her black bra, only made her look even more seductive.

She did not have a very thick and bulky figure, and her bust would have been sized 34, at maximum. But they were definitely e-cups. They were definitely the biggest I had seen my whole life.

At 21, I have had my share of fun. I have been getting laid with my girlfriend, on a consistent basis. I have been doing her a lot of good. My 6-inch penis was not the biggest around, but always got the job done, and I was happy with my sex life.

But getting turned on from the unexpected exposure by my own brother’s wife felt exceptionally special. I was very aroused and very hard. I do not remember having an erection this big, anytime lately.

I was ogling at her tits, as she stayed idle. As if she was waiting for me to have as much fun as I could with the very sensual view she was offering me. I, myself, felt stuck, with everything happening. And, was brought back to my senses by my mother’s call.

“Listen, Kapil. Don’t panic, okay. The lock-down period has been announced, It is 3 full weeks. There is no way we can come home anytime soon. And it is the same as your brother, too. Convince your Bhabhi, okay. Please. Only you can make this better,” my mom stressed.

The devil in my mind did immediately manage to tell me how wonderful a time I was going to have with my innocent sister-in-law. She looked nothing less than a damsel in distress, full three full weeks. But, the responsible family member in me, was not just ready to fall for it.

I felt like I was the man of the house. I had to do something. And, I told myself this was not the time to lust for her. Though my penis projected out of tight boxers, way too much, I knew I had to start a positive conversation, right away.

Manisha bhabhi and I were always good friends, and she used to take care of me just like my mother did. She served me food, washed my clothes, and was there for me whenever I needed. She was a girl of today but also had rich traditional values. This was my turn to repay her kindness.

I went close to her, bent down, and tried talking her out of her current disturbed state. But, each time I completed a sentence, she would only cry even more. I just did not know how to make her feel any better. I finally decided I should have her get up from the floor, and sit on the sofa.

I requested her to please get herself up. But, she was not ready to even listen to me. When none of my requests worked, I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to use my strength. I grabbed her by her arms and tried to force her up. She was heavier than I thought, and it wasn’t easy.

And finally, when I managed to pull her up, using all my muscles, I had no control over my own body. I was unbalanced, and in the process ended up falling with my back hitting the floor. And, the very next second, I felt Manisha bhabhi also fall on me.

It was a hard fall. It hurt, a lot. The entire weight of her body was on me. But, I was in no position to feel any of it.

She was on top of me, and all I could focus on was the fact that her huge melons were being groped by me. My hands had gleefully caught each of her tits, in reflex, when she came crashing down on me.

Manisha bhabhi gasped, and she was startled. I was not mauling her, but I could not ignore the fact I felt her hard nipples poked on my hands.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, as she looked at me, biting her lips, unintentionally, and still laying on top of me.

“I am so sorry.” I wanted to say, but no sound would come out from my mouth.

I tried taking my hands away. But with the whole of her body on me, I only ended up squeezing her tits more, causing them to pop out. The fleshy boobies of my sister-in-law, were just a few inches away from my face, now.

“Aahh… You are hurting me,” she said, in her soft voice, but never suggesting I should stop.

I knew I had to end this. I somehow managed to take my hands out. But, now, had her directly crushed against my chest. I could feel her milk tankers on my warm body.

But, more importantly, my own hard prick, that pushed against her all this while, felt even more inside her. It was the strangest situation I had ever got myself into. It felt weird. But, I could also not stop thinking of it as the hottest moments of my life, so far.

I saw her look straight into my eyes, and I could not escape her glance.

“I am sorry, Manisha bhabhi. I was only trying to…” was all I could finally say. I watched her get up, with her left hand covering her exposed hooters. She immediately adjusted her dress, the way it was meant to keep her hot body covered, and gave me a sly smile that completely left me bemused.

I just did not know what she meant to convey. She had felt my dick, on her. That was a sure thing. She would have noticed the hardness of it, too. But, what was it that her sultry face tried to suggest.

“What does she really want? She was wrecked all this whole, and out of everything I tried doing, this was what that brought out a smile on her face?” I thought to myself.

I got up from the floor and looked down instantly. I was still having a raging hard-on. She had definitely felt it. There was no way she could have missed it.

“Now, was she trying to tell you she liked the feel of it? Do you think she wants more of it?” I was asking myself when I heard Manisha bhabhi’s voice.

“Yes, Kamlesh… No… I am fine. It is okay… I did not see your call. I was just lost in thoughts. You please stay safe, okay… Call me when you reach there… Yes, he is here… Kapil is home… What? Yeah? No… I think that is a good idea… And, yes, that is just what we will do! You don’t worry about it.”

I listened to her conversation with my brother, even as I continued to assess the entire state of affairs.

“It was your brother,” Manisha bhabhi said, in her usual sweet voice, but, with a teasing smile.

“I hope he is fine, bhabhi,” I quickly replied. I was glad she was talking to me, and also that she did not say anything about our little ‘misadventure’ to my brother.

“Yes, my dear boy. Kamlesh is fine. But, he has asked you for a big favor. He wants you to do something for him.” she said, sounding unusually excited.

“What is it, Bhabhi? I will get it done right away.” I said.

“No… No… You don’t have to hurry, Kapil. It’s nothing to be done right away. Unless you really want to… Hahaha… I mean… You have time till the night.” she said, teasing me even more.

“What is it?” I asked a little more sternly…

“Well, he wants you to…” she left the sentence incomplete.

“Wants me to…” I prompted.

“Hahaha…” she just laughed.

“Tell me… Please!” I said.

“Well… Kamlesh, your brother, wants you to… sleep with me!” she said, shocking me.

“What?” I could not believe what I heard.

“Why are you acting so strange? He just said he wants you to share the bed with me tonight,” she continued, with no change in tone.

“What on earth?” I sounded very unsure…

“Hahaha. He asked me to have you sleep in our room!” she finally clarified.

“But, why?” I still did not think it was necessary.

“Hahaha… I don’t know… That is what your elder brother wants… And, he is no position to explain everything. And, so I did not ask him why. And, maybe, you too should not. So, no more questions, please… You are sleeping with me tonight!” she declared, with delight clear on her face.

I was sure it was a harmless idea suggested by my brother. And, only because he did not want his lonely upset wife to sleep alone. But the way she presented it to me made it sound extremely twisted.

She made it look like I was not asked to just sleep in his room. She made it look like I was not asked to just share the bed with his wife. She made it look like I was not asked to just sleep with his wife.

She made it look like her husband wanted his brother to fill his wife. At-least, she wanted it.

Half of my young oscillating mind said she meant nothing evil. And reminded me of all the times she used to mess with me, for fun. It tried telling me she has always been like that.

But the other half was adamant she was begging me to take her. All I could hear it say was that tonight was going to be only the first of the many sin-filled luscious nights to follow........

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Three hours passed since the freakish incident with my sister-in-law, and fortunately for me, everything remained normal.

A lot was said, and a lot was indicated, but I did not take any of it seriously. I thought that was how I had to deal with this. I felt it was best if I tried to convince myself the weird set of events never really took place.

But, still, I made sure I stayed inside my room and came out to check on Manisha Bhabhi only once. I just did not want to encourage any further lustful confrontations. I knew I had to be smart here.

She was in the living room and asked me what I needed for dinner. Honestly, I was still a little startled and was not at all hungry.

“But you have to eat something!” she said when I told her I am skipping dinner for the night.

“Fine. I cannot force you. But remember you have to sleep with me… Okay?! You cannot give that a miss.” my elder brother’s wife really had no issues with me saying no to food. She was certainly more worried about me not being her bed-mate.

I was wearing a blue colored t-shirt and white boxers, and I did not know if I should change my clothes or not. I was a bit concerned if putting on something new would give her the feeling that I have come ready to impress her.

“I have made the bed. So, you can move in now. Haha!” Manisha Bhabhi announced, in a very excited tone, as she walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.

I did ask her if we could sleep in separate rooms like always, or if she could at least let me sleep on the couch by the side of her bed.

“Impossible!” was all that she replied.

And, to make sure I had no way out, she made my elder brother, Kamlesh, message me, asking me to give her company and not leave her alone. He even went on to specify that I had to sleep with her.

He definitely meant no evil, but his texts really seemed twisted. Or, maybe, the scenario caused by the threat of the Virus demanded these vulnerabilities. This was a very strange situation for me – one that could turn really bad if I was not careful.

I had to listen to my parents and my brother, and I had to take care of Manisha Bhabhi. But, I also had to make sure I do not let her take advantage of me. I entered her room, hoping to fall asleep immediately. I made myself comfortable on the bed, even before she came back inside.

She used the washroom and got on the bed, a few minutes later, ready to sleep back to back with me, wearing the same pair of clothes she had on her all this while.

Manisha Bhabhi did cry a lot, that day, and sure was very tired. She quickly covered herself with a blanket and remained very silent.

I was relieved things were fine, and was about to fall asleep when she started talking.

Manisha: Are you awake, Kapil?

Kapil: Err… Yes, Bhabhi.

Manisha: Are you not sleepy?

Kapil: I am, Bhabhi. I was about to doze off.

Manisha: Did you like it?

Kapil: What?!

Manisha: Did you like what you did to me in the evening?

Kapil: Bhabhi!

Manisha: Did you like it when you had me on top of you, Kapil?

Kapil: Bhabhi. Listen! I don’t think I need to play the fool here. But it was a mistake. You know it too! I genuinely fell…

Manisha: I know that, Kapil. I fully trust you. But what I am asking is if you liked it?

Kapil: Come on, Bhabhi.

Manisha: You can call me Nisha. It’s fine.

Kapil: But, only Kamlesh Bhaiyya calls you that.

Manisha: It is okay. You, too, can call me that. You both are the same to me.

Kapil: Bhabhi… I know you are very upset about Bhaiyya not being here. And I know it is difficult for you. You are worried about him, and, understandably, you are doing all this out of pain. Just relax, okay?! He will be back soon. You don’t have to feel so broken.

Manisha: I know, Kapil.

Kapil: Yeah. So, it’s just that. You just need to stay calm, Bhabhi.

Manisha: But.

Kapil: But, what?

Manisha: I was just thinking. Kamlesh hugs me tight when sleeping. You should be hugging me, Kapil. You should be making me feel better. You should not let me miss him!

Kapil: Bhabhi. Please!

Manisha: Just hug me, Kapil.

Kapil: That is so unnecessary, Bhabhi.

Manisha: Why? How is that unnecessary? Aren’t you the substitute for your brother tonight? You better hug me.

Kapil: Bhabhi. Hahaha! Okay. I am sorry… I am sorry, I laughed. I was not making fun of you. But, I am no substitute, my dear Manisha Bhabhi. Kamlesh is your husband. I am just his younger brother trying to make sure you are alright. I am just here to console you.

Manisha: Now, who told you that is all that is wanted of you?

Kapil: What do you mean?

Manisha: You are supposed to do everything your Bhaiyya does. You are supposed to do everything your elder brother does for me. You are supposed to everything Kamlesh does to me.

Kapil: What the…

Manisha: Yes! Exactly! And, that includes keeping me satisfied. Tonight, and for the rest of the nights, my husband is not here. I know you want it too, Kapil. I know you are enjoying this time with me.

“Bhabhi!” I screamed in shock. This was scandalous.

“What do you want, Bhabhi?” I asked her in a very concerned tone. I really did not know what she wanted from me. I could surely guess. But, it was too corrupted to be true!

“Well, To begin with…You can turn around. Come closer to me… And, just hug me from the back.” she said softly.

“Haha… Yes. Like that… I can feel you moving towards me. Come a little more closer,” she sounded very delighted.

I really wasn’t sure about this. I just did not want another sexually charged moment with her. But, I did not have a lot of options, either. She was adamant. And, the only way I could bring this to a conclusion was if I let her have her way with me.

It was a risk I could take, I felt. It was going to be okay as long as I kept my emotions in check. I closed my eyes and continued to slowly bring myself nearer to her.

“Perfect!” she said, very thrilled. I knew my body was very close to hers now.

“What are you waiting for, Kapil? Hug Me!” she almost ordered, in her sweet yet teasing voice, demanding all my attention.

And the moment I opened my eyes, I had the biggest shock of my life. I felt like I was hit on the head. I was just not able to believe what I was seeing, and I felt completely lost.

The blanket that covered her was missing! But, more importantly, her black leggings were missing. It had disappeared! My elder sister-in-law had nothing over her lusty legs.

“When did she remove it?” I asked myself in a state of horror and disbelief.

“Was I sleeping when she got on the bed? No! Did she come prepared?! No! She did have her leggings on when she came out of the washroom. I was sure she had it on her. It was too good a detail to miss.” I had all these thoughts playing in my mind, even as I continued to lay motionless.

“Where are your leggings?!” I desperately wanted to ask her, but I just could not have the words out of my mouth. I was very convinced that I had to question her action, but only until I noticed her thick curves.

Her perfectly shaped body was displayed in its full glory, exclusively for me. The high slit on the sides of her kurti revealed a lavish amount of her creamy flesh.

Her irresistible milky thighs begged to be groped, and even though the light inside the room was dim, I could see the side-wings of her thin black panties.

As much as I was astonished, I was also feeling all the wrongful sensations, a sane man was required to feel in such erotic circumstances.

I was slowly starting to lose myself in a world of fantasies when I felt the touch of her palm.

She very casually grabbed my arm, guided it towards her belly, and had it wrapped around her body. She placed my hand just below her bust, almost causing my fingers to brush against her well-hung lower boobs.

I was now just inches away from her, and she reduced the gap further by bringing herself very very close to me. A few millimeters were all that was left in between us.

I was lying facing her back in a position so intimate, one could say I was all set to start spooning her.

Manisha Bhabhi was very chubby. I never thought that was the case, until a few hours ago. She had a lot of desirable meat in her body, and my hand felt great on her soft skin, even though she still was wearing her red top.

I was forced to repeatedly wonder how well she had been hiding her assets all these years. I would have never imagined her to a voluptuous busty woman if today had never happened.

And, even as I thought about all this, I also had a very stiff erection. I mean, my already throbbing cock was turning even harder. Saying I did not feel any of the incestual vibes would have been a lie.

My tool stood out, with so much pride, it actually made my boxers seem non-existent.

Manisha: Stop pushing your fingers against my back!

Kapil: Huh?!

Manisha: Stop it, Kapil!

Kapil: What?! Stop what, Bhabhi?

Manisha: You cannot try to push your fingers inside your Bhabhi like that… I mean, you cannot have your hand on my ass. That is just not right!

Kapil: Bhabhi… No! Please.. I am not.

Manisha: What is poking into me, then?

It was my penis! She knew it, too. There was no doubt about that. It was impossible she was that naive. She was clearly playing with me. But, she also wanted to do an innocent act. She wanted to push me to my limits. She was definitely messing with me.

“Manisha Bhabhi, this is not right. We need to stop!” I said, very seriously. There was no way I could let this go any further. I was losing the power I had over myself.

“Ohh… Come on, Kapil… Maybe… Maybe, I am just feeling things… You know how nights like these can be…” she restarted the conversation in a very diluted pitch.

She was certain I was going to back out, right there. And, she could not let that happen. She just had to resume this.

“I miss him, you know. But, it is okay. This feels good. And I am glad you are here. In fact, this feels so much better,” she completed the sentence, winning the improper duel. She knew I was going to stay. She knew she could manipulate me.

I had no idea what to reply. I was just too confused, bothered, and worried. At the same time, I was also extremely aroused, just how she wanted me to be. She was making her intentions very obvious. She undoubtedly was trying to seduce me.

But, there was no way I could let her control me. There was no way I could let my brother down. There was no way I could destroy our family. I never wanted anything sensual from her. I never wanted any kind of physical intimacy with my elder brother’s wife.

And, though I was not the more interested participant here, I was the one who had to hold myself back. Because that is how provocatively she was letting her wants to be known.

Manisha: Right, Kapil? This feels so good, doesn’t it?

Kapil: I don’t know, Bhabhi.

Manisha: Say it, Kapil. Say Yes!

Kapil: No.

Manisha: Say yes, Kapil!

Kapil: Hmmm.. Yes.

Manisha: Hug me like this. Okay? Throughout the night… Every night…

Kapil: Bhabhi!

Manisha: You have to, Kapil… You should listen to me. Do you want me to ask Kamlesh to send you another text? You do understand that he is stranded, right?! Don’t you think you are unfair by forcing him to repeatedly request you for this small favor?

Kapil: Okay! Fine… I will hug you.

Manisha: Haha… Good night, Kapil…

Kapil: Good night.

Manisha: Why do you sound so unhappy?

Kapil: No, I am alright. Good night, Manisha Bhabhi.

Manisha: Manisha Bhabhi?!

Kapil: Good night, Nisha Bhabhi.

Manisha: Nisha Bhabhi? Bhabhi?!

Kapil: Okay… I mean… Good night, Nisha!

Manisha: Hahaha! Great.

I could hear my sister-in-law giggle, like a young teenage lass, who was flirting with her boyfriend, even minutes after we stopped talking. She was dominating me, and I was easily submitting myself to her. And, she knew it.

And, as if the damage she had already done was not enough, she pushed her butt back, so much, my hard prick could now very well be considered as in between her thick ass cheeks.

I had no idea when I fell asleep. But I was sure things were never going to be the same when I wake up.

Contd......

[Blue Bull]

“Yes, Kamlesh. Everything is fine. He is still sleeping. Haha! Yes. I slept very well.” I could hear Manisha Bhabhi talk over the phone.

It was 11:45 AM, and I had just woken up, after hearing the sound of her phone ring, feeling very heavy.

“Take good care. Okay?! Stay indoors, Kamlesh. Please.” my sister-in-law continued talking to my stranded brother.

I was still feeling the after-effects of last night’s extremely raunchy events. I just could not accept the fact that I had my brother’s wife rubbing her booty against my manhood.

“Oh, come on. I miss you. You have no idea, Kamlesh,” Manisha Bhabhi said, in an assuring tone.

I was relieved I did not have to wake up to another improper sight of my elder brother’s wife and was elated she had her husband to deal with.

“And, No! I am not angry at you for staying at Sonam’s place. We talked about this yesterday. I hate her. But, there is nothing much we can do now. I fully trust you, Kamlesh,” she added, before cutting the call.

I was only coming back to my senses, and it was no surprise that the first thing I did was check out my member. I was sure I had leaked and was seriously asking myself if I had a wet dream.

But being fully aware of the sensual event, I should have simply just confirmed if my aroused bhabhi had driven me to an orgasm. The truth was that I had fallen asleep, almost unconscious, after the heated moments. And the wetness in my boxers, made me wonder if she twerked her way to pleasure.

It would have definitely been too much for me, and there was no way I would have survived the pressure.

“When did you wake up? I thought you were going to rest the whole day!” Manisha Bhabhi said, walking into the room, just about when I started hoping I turned invisible to her.

Kapil: Oh. Hi, I mean, Good Morning, Bhabhi.

Manisha: Yes. Very Good Morning, Kapil. Sorry I wasn’t here when you opened your eyes. Hahaha. I was talking to Kamlesh.

Kapil: I could guess that. How is he? I hope he is fine there.

Manisha: He is perfectly alright. I don’t think we need to worry about him. He is in the comforts of his ex-girlfriend’s luxurious apartment. Haha!

Kapil: Err…

Manisha: Yeah. So, you tell me. How are you feeling?!

My elder sister-in-law did sound a little bothered, initially, about the fact that my brother had found shelter in his former lover’s house in Delhi. But soon talked with a sly teasing smile, greatly reminding me of our encounter. Or, rather, encounters.

Manisha: Guess you haven’t noticed it yet!

Kapil: Huh?! What, Bhabhi??

Manisha: The food! Your breakfast is on the bed, Kapil. I have made you your favorite – egg Sandwich. I hope you like it.

Kapil: Bhabhi Ji. There really was no need for that. I feel bad for making you do all this.

Manisha: Oh. Come on, Kapil. Anything for my darling devar.

Kapil: Thank you so much. But, I will have my meal on the dining table, Bhabhi. I don’t want to make your bed dirty.

Manisha: No. No way! I don’t want you to leave this room. In fact, I don’t want you to get out of bed.

Kapil: Bhabhi? Why??

Manisha: Because if Kamlesh was here, he would have been on the bed the whole day. He loves moments like these. You know—breakfast on bed. Your elder brother enjoys such pleasures.

Kapil: Hmm… But…

Manisha: And, so you too should be given the opportunity to enjoy everything your brother gets. You are here replacing him. And, I am going to give it all to you. How much ever you try to resist, I will make you do everything he does.

Kapil: Bhabhi!

Manisha: Nisha. Call me Nisha. Haha!

Kapil: You have got this all. Bhabhi. I mean. Wait! What are you doing?! Wait. Are you angry?? Did I say something?

“Hahaha. Relax! I will take a quick shower and come back okay?! You stay right here, and finish your sandwich!” Manisha Bhabhi said, walking towards the bathroom, before I could even ask if she wanted me to leave the room.

I had lost myself in the slow yet sensitive conversation. I had no idea about the fact that she had a fresh towel, and a new pair of clothes in her hand, all this while, and was ready to take a bath.

What I did notice was that she had been kind enough to let her black tights get back to covering her legs. I was glad my elder sister-in-law was decent enough to not expose herself in broad daylight.

It had been almost 24 hours since I had my last meal, and I was hungry. I was about to grab my plate and start eating when she turned around, just inches away from the bathroom door.

“Kapil. I know you often skip lunch. But, there is chicken in the freezer. And… do you like my breasts?!” Manisha Bhabhi asked, pushing her middle finger, in between her jugs, provocatively.

Kapil: What?! What!

Manisha: Oh. Kapil. Stop over-reacting for everything. Please!

Kapil: What did you just ask me, Bhabhi?!

Manisha: Kapil. Haha. I was asking you about the chicken dish I cooked the last weekend. It’s called the Juicy Breasts. Did you like it? Hahaha!

Kapil: Ohhh.

Manisha: What were you thinking?! Haha!

Kapil: Err… I am.

Manisha: Hahaha.

Kapil: It was nothing, Bhabhi.

Manisha: Well. Did you like it?? I can make it for lunch.

Kapil: I really liked it, Bhabhi. It tasted very good. But, you don’t have to bother cooking for me. I am fine. I can take care of myself.

Manisha: Don’t you worry about that, Kapil. I am delighted to know that you liked my breasts. Haha. And, this time it will be extra juicy. You will love it when you touch my breasts!

Kapil: Manisha Bhabhi! Can you please stop saying that? I mean.

Manisha: Oh, I am so sorry, Kapil. I thought you won’t mind. Maybe, you did not really like the dish. How about I make something spicy for you, then?? You do know I can make it really hot for you.

Kapil: Bhabhi. Please!

Manisha: What?! Haha. What is wrong, Kapil??

Kapil: Nothing.

Manisha: Tell me, Kapil.

Kapil: No. Nothing.

Manisha: Well, then. Promise me you will savor what I serve you.

Kapil: What is this, Bhabhi??

Manisha: Promise me you will eat the whole of mine… I mean, the whole of the meal. Promise me you will feast on it!

Kapil: What are you trying to…

Manisha: Just say yes, Kapil.

Kapil: But…

Manisha: Now, do you want me to make Kamalesh ask you to feed on what I offer you?! Hehehe.

Kapil: Fine. Okay!

Manisha: Say yes.

Kapil: Yes, Bhabhi. I will eat whatever you want me to!

Manisha: Bhabhi?!

Kapil: Ohh. Yes, Nisha!

Manisha: Hahaha. Great! You won’t regret it!

I sure was shocked, but I also knew I was excited, listening to my Bhabhi’s enticing words.

I was rock hard and almost stuffed the entire sandwich inside my mouth, watching her open the bathroom door, looking straight into my eyes.

I knew it was an experience I was never meant to have with my elder brother’s wife. I knew this was not right. But, there was nothing I could do.

She entered inside with a teasing smile, and closed the door with a naughty laugh, leaving me completely stunned.

Contd......

[Blue Bull]

Just seconds after Manisha Bhabhi went into the bathroom, I could hear the sound of the shower being turned on and the noise of water falling on her body. How much ever I tried to, I just could not stop myself from imagining her completely naked wet self.

I was really turned on after hearing her repeat the word ‘breasts’, and I was now even starting to picture being asked to feed on her tits, sucking milk out of her busty jugs.

I was slowly starting to stray, and I knew I had to deviate my mind. I had to make sure I stay sane. And I urgently shifted focus to the screen of my mobile phone.

As soon as I unlocked the phone, I was greeted by close to 400 message notifications from my girlfriend, Nivetha. In between all the sexual tension created by my elder brother’s wife, since yesterday, I had completely forgotten about her existence.

I had not even asked her about how she was going to cope with lock-down, given the fact she was at her grandparent’s place, on the outskirts of the city. It actually bothered me that I had not even wondered if she was safe there.

I was worried she would be rightfully pissed at me. I was expecting her to be upset. I knew I will have to spend a lot of time making up for my obliviousness.

But, instead, I was shocked, ashamed, and angry, the moment I read the contents of her texts. My best friend, Rana, had been mercilessly flirting with her for the whole of the last two weeks, and she did not like it.

She did tell me about his sudden perverseness, but I felt it was mostly harmless. Also, it was after-all through him that I first met her. And, hence, I did not try to intervene.

But, Rana had just crossed all limits here. He had dared to send Nivetha a picture of his throbbing manhood, greatly disturbing her, and even I felt equally let down. It was unnecessary and also completely indecent.

I tried to call my girl right away, but she just declined the call. I knew she was not going to talk to me unless I make her feel better. I was messaging her, and trying to desperately console her when I heard Manisha Bhabhi call me.

“Kapil!” Bhabhi almost shouted, forcing my attention towards the bathroom door, immediately. And, as I watched, I saw the wooden door being slightly opened, and my sister-in-law pushed her head out, just a bit, revealing her shining face and damp hair.

I looked at her, stunned, with all the emotions I was not supposed to feel being generated. I found myself gladly keeping the mobile down. I continued to stare at her in a mesmerized manner.

“I am so sorry, Kapil. Forgive me for asking you a very indecent favor. I forgot to,” she started talking, breaking me from the spell.

“Whoaa! I mean… What? What is it, Bhabhi? What were you telling me?” I asked her, hastily, trying my best to give her the impression that I am still sober.

“Ohh, Kapil. My bra! I forgot to take my bra! Can you be a good boy, and please take it out for me?” she requested to me, in a very taunting way. But yet sounding extremely casual.

I was just startled. That was the last thing I wanted right then. I knew I was going to react very strongly against her unacceptable, insensitive behavior. But only until the moment, I realized that I was already out of bed, and very keenly obeying her orders.

I felt my mind driving my body towards her wardrobe as if I had been long waiting for the opportunity. I had no idea where she kept her bra, but I just kept searching for her intimate wear, inside the cupboard, as if my entire life depended on it.

I had just found the surprisingly large, and fully occupied bag that had her inners stored. I was about to shove my hands into the treasure when I heard her almost scream.

“Kapil! Dude. Fine. I know what you are trying to do. I know why you are taking so much time. They are sized 34E! That is my size. Now stop wasting time trying to go through the rest of my stuff and finding more of my private details. Haha! Just bring my bra to me!” she demanded, humbling me in the most enticing tone.

“I was not doing that. I swear!” I tried telling her, even as I tried to rush back to her, grabbing the very first brassiere I could get hold of. I really wasn’t trying to do what she thought I did. I was spellbound, I agree! But, I wasn’t trying to confirm how big her assets were.

I was just lost. Maybe, even possessed, just like she hoped to have me. I was still a loyal brother. But, once she revealed her dimensions, I also found myself acknowledging the fact that I had guessed the size of her bust very very correctly, very very early into this.

“Whatever!” was all she replied to my genuine claim.

And, as she snatched her yellow colored cotton under-garment, from me, she skipped looking into my eyes, keeping her head down. But also with a very obvious sly smile.

“Thank You, My Love!” she said, as her hands withdrew behind, while the door still remained to be not fully closed. I knew I needed to leave the space that very second, both physically and mentally!

Moving out of the room, I took my mobile from the bed and decided to get back to calling my girlfriend. I had serious issues to take care of, despite the mental stress Manisha Bhabhi was gifting me.

I knew I was feeling worn out. But I was considerate enough to understand that Nivetha deserved my attention. Rana’s unpleasant exposure would have definitely dented her spirits. I knew I had to help her whatever my own worries were.

I was glad Nivetha had not switched her phone off. It was ringing. I was just a few mere seconds into the romantic caller tune when I once again caught the familiar intriguing call of my sister-in-law.

“What is it this time?” I quizzed myself, irritated, walking back to her. I was still glued on to my mobile. I had not realized she had left the door to the bathroom wide open, until I saw her standing in front of me, in the most unexpected state.

“Oh, Fuck!” I gasped in utter shock.

There stood my Bhabhi, with her back turned towards me, wearing a neat pair of white-colored tights over her legs. But, on her upper body, all she had to cover her modesty, was the very same yellow bra, that remained conveniently unhooked.

“I guess you got me one of my older bras, Kapil. I don’t use it anymore! It just does not fit me. I don’t want to ask you for another pair now. So. Can you please help me to hook the metal clips?” she asked, turning her head around, just a bit, letting me know she had a wide smile on her face.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I muttered relentlessly, unable to take my eyes off the gorgeous back-view she was offering me. As much as it was unbelievable, it also was the most beautiful sight I had ever witnessed.

Her perfect curves. Her thick fleshy skin. Her voluptuous figure. Her juicy body. Add to it all the moist drops of water, sticking onto her, she was easily elevated to a sex queen.

I did not resist.

I did not say no.

I just let myself be overtaken by the carnal aura she spread all over. What followed were 45 seconds that would be on any day listed as the moments I will never forget in my life.

Yet, just too fantastical to recollect, and note down in a piece of paper. I tried my best to not touch her as I played with the hooks, taming my emotions.

“Is that okay? You sure it is fine, now?” she asked me, as I finally finished hooking the bra for her.

Kapil: I… I hope so…

Manisha: Hope? What are you hoping?

Kapil: I hope it is fine.

Manisha: Haha. Kapil! You should confirm it is okay. Don’t you have any idea how important it is for a woman to have her boobs held neatly?

Kapil: Oh My… Why? Err…What?

Manisha: You need to make sure the bra is hooked tight enough!

Kapil: But… It was already too tight. That is why you required my help.

Manisha: Haha! Yes. But, there is more to it!

Kapil: What else am I supposed to do?

Manisha: You got to check my rack!

Kapil: What? What did you just say?

“Ohh, Kapil! Hahaha! How can you be so naive?!” she exclaimed, turning around for the first time since the tantalizing last few minutes. Revealing her irresistible upper body that was protected only by her padded plunge bra, a lot of her deep busty cleavage.

“What do you think, Kapil? Does it look good?!” she questioned me, cupping her breasts, that were battling to pop out of her undersized bra. This was clearly the most vulnerable position she had ever been in front of me but still seemed to be in power like never before.

I just stood there, stunned and speechless. This was beyond my wildest dreams.

“Hahaha. Just like your brother. Ohh, Kapil! You are just like your brother. Kamlesh had the exact dazed expression the first time he saw me in my inner-wear.” she blurted, without any hesitation, seeing me awe-struck.

“Just that I was removing my clothes there, stripping for my husband, on the occasion of our wedding night. While here I am covering myself, with the help of my man’s younger brother,” she quipped, teasing me further.

I was still standing motionless, and I did not know how to react. To an extent, I was even scared.

And, making my heart skip more than just a few beats, she walked close to me and kissed me on my cheeks, with her hands firmly pressed against my chest. Taking a step back, breaking the passionate smack, she gleefully resumed her sensual chat.

Manisha: You naughty little pervert. Hehe! What do you think you are feasting at? Is this how you look at your elder brother’s wife?! Is this how you ogle at your Bhabhi’s body?! Hahaha!

Kapil: Ohh. I am so sorry. I did not mean to.

Manisha: Hahaha! Kapil. I was just joking. Let me put on my clothes!

Kapil: Yes! Please…

Manisha: Haha! You are so funny, Kapil. And, well. This is for your kind information. If you were fine with it, I would have walked around the house in just my bra and panties. Maybe, not even that!

Kapil: Bhabhi?!

“Haha. I mean. It is so hot in here!” she concluded. Still, straightaway raising her bare arms, to tie her hair into a high pony, and in the process showing me her shiny clean-shaven armpits.

“Also. For the hundredth time. Call me Nisha!” she asserted, with a wicked grin, watching me drool.

Now, what should I say?

I am no great storyteller or an expert in erotica. I do not have the right set of words to describe to you the sexual stimulation I was being forced to experience!

And neither did I have the guts to express to my brother’s wife what I really felt about this improper altercation with her!

Of course, I wanted it! I wished she never stopped! But, I was also certain this was not supposed to be happening. And, I had to make sure I did not end up being the reason for my sister-in-law to cheat on my own brother.

“However,” Manisha Bhabhi restarted the conversation.

“Hehe. You don’t seem to be very comfortable with the idea. You seem to be adamant I wear clothes. At least that is what you are trying to say. Just Trying! Hehe!” Manisha Bhabhi said, looking at my very clear erection, giving me a very kinky wink, as she played with the straps of her bra, leaving me even more flustered.

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[Blue Bull]

Punjabi Roomate Girl Submitting Herself On First Day In USA
(Read how a sexy Punjabi girl came to me as a roommate in USA)
By: maids luv

Hello, My Dear Readers. We have all been affected by the lock-down. We have all grown tired of being in quarantine. But there are a lucky few who consider this period as a blessing.

This is the story of 21-year-old Kapil, who easily had his way with his elder brother’s wife, thanks to the lock-down. Happy Reading!

“What happened Bhabhi? Why are you crying like this?” I asked my sister-in-law, Manisha, seeing her sob vehemently. I was sleeping, and I had just woken up hearing her scream and shout.

“Kamlesh is stranded in Delhi. I told him so many times not to go. He is stuck there. I am so worried about him. I don’t think I will ever see him, again.” She continued crying, losing her breath as she continued explaining to me the developments.

It had been only a few minutes since the central government had announced the lockdown, keeping in mind the serious threat posed by the virus. I was sleeping, and I had no idea about it.

I had been following the news. But I never thought it was something we had to worry about. I never thought it was something that would affect people like this.

And, it was only once Manisha bhabhi told me all about it, I understood the seriousness of the matter. Like many people around the world, my elder brother, Kamlesh, also, was grounded and helpless.

I immediately called my parents. They had gone to visit my elder sister, who lived in the neighboring district, with her husband’s family.

“We are fine here, Kapil. But I don’t think we can come home, today. All the roads have been blocked,” my mom said as soon as she answered the call.

“Stay home, okay, son. Be a good boy, and take care of Manisha. Kamlesh had just called telling me she is heartbroken. Your brother is more worried about his wife than his own safety. Try to console her, okay. Tell her it is nothing to worry about,” my mom continued.

“Is Kamlesh okay, mom?” I asked.

“He is. Don’t worry about him. He is big enough to take care of himself. He is already trying to get in touch with one of his friends there.” My mom, too, was very bothered about this but tried her best to not sound upset.

Manisha bhabhi was wearing a red-colored cotton kurti, she often wore at home, along with her black leggings. She was a very pretty woman, in her mid 20’s, but today looked devastated. She was sitting on the floor, with her head leaning against the wall, tears rolling down her eyes. It was a very sad sight.

I knew I had to do something about it. I knew I had to calm her down. I was the only man at home. In fact, I was the only other person at home. I could hear her phone ring, but she was in no mood to answer. I had to do something.

I was still a very young boy, very pampered, and had never had to do something of this sort. I was just not ready to handle a situation like this. I took a deep breath. I walked towards her, hoping I can help her relax, and convince her to believe everything will be fine.

I was now only a couple of feet away from her and was just about to start talking when I noticed the unbelievable amount of her milky cleavage that was on display. The low light in the room had kept the very obvious fact hidden all this while.

Her dress was completely disarranged after all her swift and anxious movements and actions. And, she was clueless about it, as she continued to weep.

She had never lived away from her husband after their marriage. This was the first time, my brother could not take his wife along. It was a sudden trip, and also one with a hectic schedule. She was reluctant to let him go, at first, but then agreed. And, the worst possible happened.

Manisha bhabhi was in a state of shock and had no idea about how her clothes were letting her down. She was in no mood to care either. She was scared for her husband. She was too naive a woman, despite being married for close to 4 years.

But, for somebody who has always taken the extra effort to cover herself, realizing that a large part of her gorgeous rack was left exposed, would have been a shocker.

Manisha bhabhi was very fair, and always kept herself very fit. Her dressing too was always very sensible, and never faced criticism.

It very much surprised me that she had such big busty boobs. This was, of course, the first time I had seen her in a vulnerable position. But her deep voluptuous cleavage just blew me away. The thin straps of her black bra, only made her look even more seductive.

She did not have a very thick and bulky figure, and her bust would have been sized 34, at maximum. But they were definitely e-cups. They were definitely the biggest I had seen my whole life.

At 21, I have had my share of fun. I have been getting laid with my girlfriend, on a consistent basis. I have been doing her a lot of good. My 6-inch penis was not the biggest around, but always got the job done, and I was happy with my sex life.

But getting turned on from the unexpected exposure by my own brother’s wife felt exceptionally special. I was very aroused and very hard. I do not remember having an erection this big, anytime lately.

I was ogling at her tits, as she stayed idle. As if she was waiting for me to have as much fun as I could with the very sensual view she was offering me. I, myself, felt stuck, with everything happening. And, was brought back to my senses by my mother’s call.

“Listen, Kapil. Don’t panic, okay. The lock-down period has been announced, It is 3 full weeks. There is no way we can come home anytime soon. And it is the same as your brother, too. Convince your Bhabhi, okay. Please. Only you can make this better,” my mom stressed.

The devil in my mind did immediately manage to tell me how wonderful a time I was going to have with my innocent sister-in-law. She looked nothing less than a damsel in distress, full three full weeks. But, the responsible family member in me, was not just ready to fall for it.

I felt like I was the man of the house. I had to do something. And, I told myself this was not the time to lust for her. Though my penis projected out of tight boxers, way too much, I knew I had to start a positive conversation, right away.

Manisha bhabhi and I were always good friends, and she used to take care of me just like my mother did. She served me food, washed my clothes, and was there for me whenever I needed. She was a girl of today but also had rich traditional values. This was my turn to repay her kindness.

I went close to her, bent down, and tried talking her out of her current disturbed state. But, each time I completed a sentence, she would only cry even more. I just did not know how to make her feel any better. I finally decided I should have her get up from the floor, and sit on the sofa.

I requested her to please get herself up. But, she was not ready to even listen to me. When none of my requests worked, I knew what I had to do. I knew I had to use my strength. I grabbed her by her arms and tried to force her up. She was heavier than I thought, and it wasn’t easy.

And finally, when I managed to pull her up, using all my muscles, I had no control over my own body. I was unbalanced, and in the process ended up falling with my back hitting the floor. And, the very next second, I felt Manisha bhabhi also fall on me.

It was a hard fall. It hurt, a lot. The entire weight of her body was on me. But, I was in no position to feel any of it.

She was on top of me, and all I could focus on was the fact that her huge melons were being groped by me. My hands had gleefully caught each of her tits, in reflex, when she came crashing down on me.

Manisha bhabhi gasped, and she was startled. I was not mauling her, but I could not ignore the fact I felt her hard nipples poked on my hands.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, as she looked at me, biting her lips, unintentionally, and still laying on top of me.

“I am so sorry.” I wanted to say, but no sound would come out from my mouth.

I tried taking my hands away. But with the whole of her body on me, I only ended up squeezing her tits more, causing them to pop out. The fleshy boobies of my sister-in-law, were just a few inches away from my face, now.

“Aahh… You are hurting me,” she said, in her soft voice, but never suggesting I should stop.

I knew I had to end this. I somehow managed to take my hands out. But, now, had her directly crushed against my chest. I could feel her milk tankers on my warm body.

But, more importantly, my own hard prick, that pushed against her all this while, felt even more inside her. It was the strangest situation I had ever got myself into. It felt weird. But, I could also not stop thinking of it as the hottest moments of my life, so far.

I saw her look straight into my eyes, and I could not escape her glance.

“I am sorry, Manisha bhabhi. I was only trying to…” was all I could finally say. I watched her get up, with her left hand covering her exposed hooters. She immediately adjusted her dress, the way it was meant to keep her hot body covered, and gave me a sly smile that completely left me bemused.

I just did not know what she meant to convey. She had felt my dick, on her. That was a sure thing. She would have noticed the hardness of it, too. But, what was it that her sultry face tried to suggest.

“What does she really want? She was wrecked all this whole, and out of everything I tried doing, this was what that brought out a smile on her face?” I thought to myself.

I got up from the floor and looked down instantly. I was still having a raging hard-on. She had definitely felt it. There was no way she could have missed it.

“Now, was she trying to tell you she liked the feel of it? Do you think she wants more of it?” I was asking myself when I heard Manisha bhabhi’s voice.

“Yes, Kamlesh… No… I am fine. It is okay… I did not see your call. I was just lost in thoughts. You please stay safe, okay… Call me when you reach there… Yes, he is here… Kapil is home… What? Yeah? No… I think that is a good idea… And, yes, that is just what we will do! You don’t worry about it.”

I listened to her conversation with my brother, even as I continued to assess the entire state of affairs.

“It was your brother,” Manisha bhabhi said, in her usual sweet voice, but, with a teasing smile.

“I hope he is fine, bhabhi,” I quickly replied. I was glad she was talking to me, and also that she did not say anything about our little ‘misadventure’ to my brother.

“Yes, my dear boy. Kamlesh is fine. But, he has asked you for a big favor. He wants you to do something for him.” she said, sounding unusually excited.

“What is it, Bhabhi? I will get it done right away.” I said.

“No… No… You don’t have to hurry, Kapil. It’s nothing to be done right away. Unless you really want to… Hahaha… I mean… You have time till the night.” she said, teasing me even more.

“What is it?” I asked a little more sternly…

“Well, he wants you to…” she left the sentence incomplete.

“Wants me to…” I prompted.

“Hahaha…” she just laughed.

“Tell me… Please!” I said.

“Well… Kamlesh, your brother, wants you to… sleep with me!” she said, shocking me.

“What?” I could not believe what I heard.

“Why are you acting so strange? He just said he wants you to share the bed with me tonight,” she continued, with no change in tone.

“What on earth?” I sounded very unsure…

“Hahaha. He asked me to have you sleep in our room!” she finally clarified.

“But, why?” I still did not think it was necessary.

“Hahaha… I don’t know… That is what your elder brother wants… And, he is no position to explain everything. And, so I did not ask him why. And, maybe, you too should not. So, no more questions, please… You are sleeping with me tonight!” she declared, with delight clear on her face.

I was sure it was a harmless idea suggested by my brother. And, only because he did not want his lonely upset wife to sleep alone. But the way she presented it to me made it sound extremely twisted.

She made it look like I was not asked to just sleep in his room. She made it look like I was not asked to just share the bed with his wife. She made it look like I was not asked to just sleep with his wife.

She made it look like her husband wanted his brother to fill his wife. At-least, she wanted it.

Half of my young oscillating mind said she meant nothing evil. And reminded me of all the times she used to mess with me, for fun. It tried telling me she has always been like that.

But the other half was adamant she was begging me to take her. All I could hear it say was that tonight was going to be only the first of the many sin-filled luscious nights to follow........
“PLEASE DON’T STOP, IT’S SO GOOD TO BE FUCKED BY A DRUNK MADARASI,” moaned Tanya.

It all started in January of 2021 when she knocked on the apartment door. She had just landed from India and was starting her master in my university.

I graduated 6 months back and was working remotely due to Covid and hadn’t moved out of my student accommodation. The winter in New Jersey is pretty bad and January is the peak of it. It was snowing every alternate day and was very cold.

Tanya was 21 and recently graduated with her bachelors from Punjab University. Before reaching here, she had found my contact on Facebook and asked me for a room in my apartment. Luckily, the Nigerian girl who was in our apartment moved back to her country and the room was vacant.

Tanya paid the deposit and a month’s rent in advance to book the room as there was a lot of demand due to the recent incoming Indian students.

Tanya knocked on the door around 11 am, quite earlier than she said she would reach. I was in the kitchen cooking brunch while working and opened the door thinking it was an Amazon delivery and there she stood.

Tanya was all red and flushed from the cold. And the cab at the front porch was waiting for her to take her luggage out of the trunk. Then I went out to help her with her luggage. She hugged me and said, “Thank you” when I kept her last piece of luggage in her room.

Then I set the thermostat to 25 degrees to warm the room and asked her if she needed any help.

She: I’m good for now. Thank you so much for helping me.

Then I smiled and left to continue cooking my brunch. After some time, I knocked at my new Punjabi roommate girl’s door to offer some food. She was in a bathrobe, water dripping from her hair and just out of the shower.

I gave her the sandwich. She welcomed me inside her room and I took my laptop with me and sat on the study table while looking at her taking a small bite. She looked so cute and helpless. I was shocked looking at how a 5’2″ tall, 32C” size, 26″ waist and 28″ hip look this sexy and be this good to an average looking guy like me? Maybe because I helped her with her luggage and cooked her some breakfast, I could be rewarded.

Then my sexy roommate girl sat on her bed, completely focused on the food in front of her. She forgot her bathrobe was loose and her beautiful bare breasts were partially visible! And the Punjabi girl’s milky white thighs were flashing in front of me. I was slowly getting turned on by the sight of her and couldn’t stop staring at her.

Then the Punjabi girl finally finished the food and looked at me. I came to my senses and offered her more food.

She: I am good, thanks for the delicious breakfast.

Then we started talking about random stuff and how to adjust to the winter here. I had to attend a meeting, so I left her room in a hurry.

Finally, it was evening. I came out of my room for a smoke break before I head to the gym. Her room light was on, so I knocked on her door to check on her. She came out and I told her –

Me: I am going to smoke and after that, I am heading to the gym.

Then the Punjabi beauty asked me if she could join me for a smoke. We smoked our first cigarette together and went back to her room. She was in cute bum shorts and a red cotton t-shirt. Then she asked –

She: What’s the best whiskey to buy here?

And I had some in my apartment, I offered her. Then she said –

She: It’s my birthday tomorrow and I am feeling homesick.

So I bought two glasses and a whiskey bottle for her room. It was around 7 when we started drinking. I played a horror movie on my laptop. We were sitting close to each other and was getting colder. Then she offered me to share her blanket if I want.

We were in the same blanket now and our legs were touching each other. Her hands were next to mine. Halfway through the movie and bottle, my new roommate girl had to go to the restroom. She lifted the blanket and found a boner on me! Then she smiled and silently left.

The Punjabi girl got back from the bathroom after 2 minutes with her nipples poking through her red t-shirt. Her bra was missing! What a sight it was and her Indian ass was clearly visible through her shorts. This time, she sat closer to me and her hands were on my thighs.

I was getting a little tipsy and horny at the same time. I poured more whiskey in both our glasses without moving and she gulped it in a shot, so did I. This time, we were getting high and her nipples were getting harder, which I could see because of the light from the laptop screen.

Tanya made the first move by placing her hand close to my crotch area and moving closer to my hard dick! I turned and looked at her. Then my roommate came close to me and started kissing me. We were suddenly kissing passionately for about 5 minutes.

My hand was holding her hand and my other hand was on her waist. I pulled her closer and my hand was inside her t-shirt cupping her breast.

I broke the kiss and started kissing her neck and ear region. Then she lay on the bed and I got on her. I was kissing her, trying to push her t-shirt on top to have a glimpse of the Punjabi girl’s heavenly breasts. She removed her t-shirt and threw it down the bed.

My hard dick inside my shorts was on top of her pussy in her shorts and was dry humping. I removed my t-shirt as well. We were now half-naked and I could not believe my sight. Her breasts were milky white with brownish-pink nipples which were pointy and inviting. I held them both in my hands and started sucking one after the other.

Tanya started moaning and her moans grew louder by the second. I was in heaven hearing her moan, her nipple in my mouth and my dick rubbing her pussy from top. I wanted this moment to never end.

We suddenly stopped and she looked at me. Then she said –

She: Your shorts must be really tight. Why don’t you free yourself of it and I will also get free?

I got up, removed my shorts and boxers in one go, to free my 7″ tool in front of her. My Indian roommate girl’s eyes popped looking at the size and girth of my dick. The cute Punjabi girl gasped as I moved close to her. She slowly removed her shorts by lifting her legs while lying on the bed without getting up.

We were both now naked and horny. The whiskey was hitting both of us. I couldn’t stand straight and fell on the bed after losing balance. Tanya came next to me, sat up straight, and held my dick in her cute small hands, making my dick look bigger than it was.

Without hesitation, the sexy Indian girl took the tip of my dick in her mouth. Heaven was not the word for it. Her warm mouth was completely over my hard dick and she began blowing me slowly. Her beautiful breasts were hanging and her eyes locked with mine while she sucked me.

When I tried to push in a little deeper, her gag reflex hit and her saliva were dripping down my shaft and balls. My hot roommate girl took my dick out of her mouth and sniffed my balls as she licked her saliva clean. I was getting restless now.

I held her neck from behind, pulled her face close to mine and started kissing her deep. I was tasting her saliva mixed with my precum.

I made her lie down and started to return the favor. I did this by parting her legs and keeping them on my shoulder while I gently kissed the Punjabi girl’s clean shaved brown pussy which was sticky and wet from her cum. Then I licked her clit and she pushed my head deeper with her hand and buried me closer to her pussy.

Tanya was locking me in that position with her thighs. I started to lick her pussy lips by parting her pussy.

She moaned: AAHHHH….

I inserted my tongue into my roommate girl’s hole and kept tongue fucking her for the next two minutes. My right-hand thumb rubbed her clit and my left hand was pinching her left nipple. She was getting stiffer and stiffer, holding my head tighter with her thighs.

Then the Punjabi babe had a blast of orgasm and her cum was all over my mouth. I licked her and cleaned her.

Then I got up from that position after she freed me from her grip. I got up to her and kissed her again sharing her cum with her while I was on top of her. And my dick was harder than ever and near her warm pussy hole. Then she asked me if I had a condom?

I said: I never planned for this to happen. So I don’t have a condom with me.

Then I took my phone and saw the time. It was around 11:45 pm, almost midnight and the birthday girl was naked in front of me with her goddess body. Then I told her –

Me: I will pull out my tool and if anything goes wrong, will buy you a Plan B tablet the next morning.

Tanya was scared but we were too drunk and horny to do anything about it. I wanted to enter her pussy, but also wanted to start her birthday with my dick inside her pussy. Then I told her the plan. She got up to freshen up in the bathroom.

I wore my shorts, adjusted my hard dick and knocked on my other roommate’s door. He opened the door half asleep after 2 minutes and I asked him for a condom. He said that he had a few and gave me the whole pack unopened. Then I promised him that I will buy him new ones the next time and went back to Tanya’s room.

Her room was dim-lit as the laptop was turned off now and the bed lamp was on. She was looking so beautiful and my lost hard-on was back and this time even hungrier. Then she asked me where I went and I showed her the pack of condoms. She was so happy.

Then I jumped on the bed, took a condom out and slipped it on my now harder dick. I check the time and it was 11:55 pm. I went into her blanket as I removed my shorts and said, “Happy birthday” and kissed her. The kiss grew passionate and I was getting on top of her.

I was rubbing my dick over my roommate girl’s pussy and teasing her. She just grabbed my dick and shoved it into her hole and asked me to push which I did and I was inside her without much effort. Thanks to her horny wet pussy!

The phone chimed to midnight and I kissed her wishing, “Happy birthday,” while I filled her hole with my dick.

I was now completely inside her and her legs on my hips completely pinning me deep inside the Punjabi girl. I was fucking the Indian girl so hard. The room was filled with moans and our bodies were clapping with each other.

Then she said: Please don’t stop! It’s so good to be fucked by a drunk madarasi.

She was moaning and my hand was squeezing her breast and one more hand pushing the wall ahead of me, near the bed’s headboard.

I was grunting with pleasure and her hands scratching my back and her lips kissing my neck and licking it. Then her mouth cupped my neck, as she began giving me a love bite. It was one way to shut her up, as I was scared that she would wake the other roommates up with her moans.

Then I pulled my dick out to check the condom and turned her around. I spread her legs and entered from behind. Now I was holding her hair with one hand and spanking her with another, as I was getting deeper into her pussy. I was humping her faster and harder and she was completely lost in the moment.

Now I could feel her pussy muscles tense up around my dick, her mouth’s shivering and her white cum covering my protected dick. I slightly pulled out my dick, but she moved with my dick to not remove it from her hole. I continued fucking her until her cum was dripping on my balls and her ass was completely red from all the spanking.

Then I turned her over in the air and dropped her on the bed with my dick still inside her pussy and got onto missionary position and was fucking her deeper. She hugged me tightly and came on my dick, which turned me on even more. Now I was about to cum and I told her-

Me: I am about to cum.

Tanya then pulled my dick out and removed the condom and began jerking it near her face. I was about to cum. As she took my dick in her mouth, I shot a huge load in her cute small mouth. Now my cum was dripping from her mouth onto her chin and my cum was all over her face and breasts.

Then I licked it and kissed her to taste my cum mixed with her saliva.

It was 12:15 am. I had an early day tomorrow, so I ordered a birthday cake from my phone to be delivered in the morning. Then we both slept naked next to each other.

The whiskey bottle was just half done, so is my story.

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[Blue Bull]

Sekhar’s Sex Adventure

(This is a story of a young boy who tries to give his new girlfriend pleasure and see the exciting response from her.)
By: Sekhar

Hi, I am Sekhar.Let me describe myself. I am 5′ 9″ with a good physique and with a more than average cock. (let me leave the size info for the girls to describe).

Coming to the main girl of this story. Her name is Shreya. Her height was 5’4″. Average weight but good size, 34 28 32. She has great boobs and ass.

This incident took place which we were in college. We studied in a well-reputed college in Kolkata. As you can understand that I am from a Bengali background.

After 1st year in college, a reshuffling occurs in our college according to marks. As I was good in academics, I was in the best section. On the first day of 2nd year, I saw Shreya, and I was dumbstruck when I saw her. She sat at side benches.

A few days went by, one day, she came towards the middle, and she sat beside me. I was in cloud 9. The class went on, and we introduced ourselves, and we became good friends. She began sitting with me continuously, even she roamed with me after class.

We came to know each other that she did not want to be in a relationship, but she won’t deny pleasure. I told my story that even I wanted the same. Both of us had already lost our virginity.

After this confession, we had a new kind of beginning. We started to sit at the last bench of the class. One day a class was going. I read a story in ISS that made me horny, and my cock was making a tent in my pant.

She saw that and smiled. Asked what I was watching. Then I made her read it. She, too, got horny as I could feel her breath getting heavier. Seeing her like that, my cock literally stood up. I started caressing her thigh from above the pants.

She objected and tried to remove my hands but failed. Slowly I moved towards her pussy and started massaging her pussy very slowly over pants. Her eyes were full of lust. I could see the urge that she would jump on me if nobody was present.

I suddenly stopped rubbing her pussy to tease her. She was puzzled, and her eyes asked why did I stop. I then moved my hand towards her neck and started pressing her neck. In excitement, she caught my dick over the pant and started rubbing.

Our side benches were empty, and many boys were sitting in front of us. So nobody could figure what we were doing. My dick was paining in the pant. I told her to open my zip and take it out. She said we might get caught, but I assured her that’s not gonna happen.

In the heat of the moment, we really did not care about other people. She opened my zip and took my cock out. She was amazed by the size and girth of it. She slowly started stroking my cock. By the touch of her hands, I was oozing pre-cum. She just rubbed her thumb on the precum.

I pressed her head to provide me a blowjob. She was hesitant a bit but was excited. She started licking my dick and suddenly gulped my half dick. I started to get hold of her boobs and press it hard to bit my cock in pleasure. To punish her, I pressed her head to take my full cock inside.

I was close to cum, and suddenly the bell rang. We hurriedly got in normal position and put my cock inside. Few of my friends came to meet me, by seeing the situation, they smiled and left. Even Shreya and I smiled. We knew we won’t be able to hold any longer. So we decide to bunk the rest of our class.

We decided to go to my rented flat, which was few minutes walking from college. While walking towards my room, I slapped her ass a few times, to which she gave a stare. I stopped by the medicine shop to buy condoms. The shopkeeper smiled by seeing Shreya, and we left.

As soon as I bolted my flat door, she jumped on me like a hungry lioness. She bit my lips. We kissed for about 10 minutes in a standing position. While kissing, she was moving her hands on my body, especially my cock. I also pressed her boobs hard.

I pinched her navel, rubbed her pussy, and slapped her ass. After kissing, our dresses and hairs were completely disoriented. I then lifted her and threw her in my bed. I then opened her shirt. While removing her shirt, I kissed her neck and collar bone, to which she moaned.

I turned her around and open her bra with my teeth. Her 34 size boobs started dangling in front of me. I held both boobs and gave a kiss on each of them, to which she moaned again. Now I pulled her left nipple with teeth. She cried in pain and pleasure. I did the same with the right one.

Her face had become red. Then I started sucking her boobs and started pressing the other with my hand. She pressed my head to suck more in pleasure. After almost 15 minutes of sucking and pressing, I moved to her navel and started licking it.

She was moaning continuously. Then I pulled her pants down and saw that she had developed a wet spot in the pussy. I pulled her to her ankles using my teeth. I started kissing and licking her toe. I started moving up toward her pussy slowly by kissing each portion of her leg.

She continued her moaning meanwhile. As soon as I was about to reach her pussy I stopped and sat up to see her reaction. She couldn’t control it and started begging me to lick her pussy. I smiled and teased by bringing my mouth near her pussy and moving away. She became mad and started giving slang.

Then I stopped my teasing, and I kissed her pussy lips. As soon as I kissed, she cummed in my face hard and hold my face using her thighs. She was panting hard. I did not allow her to rest and started licking it hard.

In pleasure, she started moaning loudly in Bengali, “O maa go… Aro aro!” ( oh my goodness, lick more!)

I started moving my tongue inside her pussy and started putting my tongue in her ass hole. She cried in pleasure and lifted her back up and down. I also started moving with the motion and continued licking till she cummed again. I drank all my prized money juice. I bit her clitoris hard and made her sit up.

Before sitting up, I placed my two fingers to slide inside her pussy as soon as she sits. She sat on my fingers and moaned hard again. I started moving my fingers vigorously to make her cum again. As soon as she cum, I did it again with my fingers. I let her drink her own juice through my fingers.

In a sitting position, she started opening my shirt. Almost an hour went by, she was naked, but I was still in college dress. So she started opening my shirt and started licking my chest, and kissed my nipple and tummy. She opened my pant and shorts and made me lie down.

Due to this long foreplay, my dick was already at its full length and was oozing pre-cum. She was stroking and licking my clean-shaven balls simultaneously. She took my dick in her mouth. Her warm mouth took me to heaven. She was biting my cock too in revenge for all my teasing.

She then started gulping my dick fast, and I couldn’t control it. I came around 10 minutes of sucking. She drank all my cum, and nothing was left. She sucked dried my cock and made it hard again. I made her lie, and I came in a missionary position.

Now again, it was my time to avenge. I again kissed her and kissed her neck. I put my hard cock over her pussy. I was sliding my dick over her pussy. She got furious and slapped me.

She said, “Maderchod amr chut tr jonne oppekha krche r tui moja nicchis.” (Motherfucker, my pussy is waiting for you, and you are playing)

In her reply, I put my whole cock in one whole go in her pussy. She screamed, and there were some tears in her eyes. She said, “Amr chut fede dili maderchod.”(You tore my pussy, motherfucker).

I started ramming her pussy. And to give her more pleasure, I started to finger her ass too. She couldn’t handle this much pleasure and hugged me. In few minutes, she cum again and started panting. Again I did not allow her to rest. I lifted her and made her in a doggy position.

I inserted slowly, and she asked me to give her more thrust. But I kept my pace slowly. I inserted my finger in her ass. By this double insertion, she cummed again.

As soon as she started cumming I started ramming her pussy. She cummed around 4 more times. I finally cummed in her pussy after 25 minutes of doggy style fucking.

We slept together because of tiredness, but we were cuddling each other. After some time, we order food and continued our fucking till the end of the day.........

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

The next day we decided to miss college and decided to spend the full day in my room. As soon as she entered my room, I closed the door and pinned her to the door. I started kissing her lips passionately. In response, she bit my upper lip, and a drop of blood came out.

To take revenge, I gave a love bite in her neck, and she moaned loudly. Then I rotated her and pushed her to the wall. I pulled her pants in one go. She was in her college dress as she told her family that she was going to college. But here she was taking pleasure.

I started licking her pussy over her panty, and her body shivered in the touch of my tongue. I started licking vigorously. I then tore her panty and threw it away. She got mad as to why I tore her panty. To which I said, “Darling, it is a kind of fee to give you pleasure.”

Then I started to fuck her pussy using my tongue by moving in and out. She couldn’t control herself, and she started moaning loudly. She shivered and cummed in my face. I wasn’t expecting her to cum so soon. So I wasn’t prepared to drink all her juices.

Her juices spread all over my face, and I started cleaning her pussy using my tongue. Then the main objective of the day began. I spread her ass cheeks and smelled her ass. It had a different aroma. As soon as I kissed her asshole, she turned towards me and said no.

She said, “No way she was gonna have her ass fucked.” Then she went to bed half-naked to sit down. But jingling naked ass made me mad to fuck her ass today. I went to her and started kissing her and started opening her shirt.

Then I started pressing her boobs over her bra. I was encircling her nipples and was pulling her. Shreya got aroused again. I could understand it by her deep breaths. I whispered in the ear.

Me – Baby, let’s try anal, please.

Shreya – No way it will hurt a lot. I have heard from my friends.

Me – Are, nothing will happen. We will use lubricant

Shreya – Lubricant won’t change the length of your dick motherfucker. Your dick will tear my ass.

Me – Please, we need to try. I am mad for your ass. If anytime you feel hurt, let me know I will stop immediately.

Shreya – Sure you will stop?

Me – Yeah, Baby. Anything for you

Then I made her in a doggy position and started kissing her ass cheeks. I spread her cheeks and dropped my saliva on the entrance of her ass hole. I started kissing her asshole, and she shivered. Then I started to lick her ass. I was providing saliva too so that it lubricates well.

After few minutes of licking, I inserted my thumb in her ass. She moaned softly, and half of her thumb went inside. I tried to open up her ass by moving my thumb to and fro and sideways. Then I took out my thumb and inserted two fingers together. She jerked and said it hurt a little.

To calm her down, I started licking her pussy and started fingering her ass simultaneously. Within two minutes, she cummed again. I told her to be ready for the main thing. I brought oil from the kitchen and applied it all over my cock. My cock became shiny, and I applied oiled in her asshole too.

I positioned my cock just at the entrance of her asshole, and she said, “Please be gentle.” I put some thrust, and the tip of my cock just entered her asshole. She caught hold of the bedsheet and tried to control her moan. I tried to insert more, but it was too tight.

So I held her hips, and in one go, I inserted my full cock in her ass with full pressure. She screamed loudly and released loud farts. Tears started rolling out of her eyes. She begged me to take out my dick. To distract her pain, I started rubbing her pussy.

She was screaming in pain again. I kept my dick in that position for a few moments. As her pain subsided, I pulled out my dick a little and again pushed it full. This time I could feel my dick touching her hard shit. She again started crying and tried to move from her position to take out my dick.

But I hold her hips tightly and told her, “Hold on bitch you will enjoy it.” I started to bang her ass in slow moves. Then after some shots, I increased my pace. I was continuously filling her hard shit.

After a few thumps, the shit liquidated and oozed out of her ass with farts. While her shit oozed, she also had never-ending cum. It was an amazing sight to see her shit and cum mixed. I just paused myself to see that amazing view.

After a few moments, I pulled her head towards me and started kissing. While kissing, I started banging her ass hard, and a ‘puch-puch’ sound echoed through the room. My whole dick was covered with her shit. But I didn’t care and was banging her hard.

Now her screams turned into moans. “Ah, destroy my ass motherfucker.” Listening to moans, I got extra energy and started pumping her hard. She again shivered hard and had a beautiful cum. She fell down in her bed as she couldn’t bear it.

But I was not done yet. I pulled out my cock and pushed it all with one push. She moaned loudly, and her shit started oozing out again. She again said its hurting. But I didn’t listen and was banging her ass as there is no tomorrow. I was near my climax, and I continued my pace.

I could feel she was also nearing her orgasm. After few thumps, we both cummed together. I cummed deep in her ass. And she was like a squirting angel as she leaked her juices for at least a minute. We both lied down. I took out my cock. My cock was having some blood, shit, and my cum mixed.

I told Shreya she was really an ass queen. She said, “Motherfucker, you tore my ass, and you are telling me ass-queen!”

I asked her to give a blowjob, but she refused and asked to clean ourselves first. We went to the bathroom, but her jiggling ass again made my cock hard. In the bathroom, as soon as we entered, I slid my cock in her pussy with all shit mixed and started banging her pussy.

In that position, only we opened her shower. It was an amazing feeling. After banging for almost 20 minutes in the shower, I cummed. While she cummed almost 5 times in that period.

Then we took a rest and ordered some food. In the evening, I again banged her ass. After that, she went home. She was having some trouble walking. She told her family that she had a cramp in her legs – a cramp to remember.

This is the end of this story about Shreya’s anal defloration. I will be waiting for your responses. If I receive an appropriate response, I will share my next story about how we were caught making love in college.

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[Blue Bull]

Cool Jaipur Hot Shristhi

(How cool Jaipur became hot by SIL Shristi.)
By: Vk30177

Horniness is a state of mind (as I realized at a family wedding). It takes us to our most delightful, darkest, and dirtiest thoughts. Sex is the delightful journey of life that keeps us attracted and attached to each other. Sex is fun. Sex is a thrill. Sex is Joy. Sex keeps us all alive and awake.

The maddening feel, touch, warmth, heat, desires, passion, urge, and want of more are the few things that keep us insanely hooked to sex all the time. You watch sex, read sex, imagine sex, or do sex. It will always make you feel delighted and thrilled, begging in want of more.

Officially to get a boy and girl to have sex, we arrange and celebrate marriages. What is the first thing that happens after marriage? ‘First Night’ and the first trip after marriage, ‘Honeymoon,’ are related to sex. The excitement of these 2 events of life is unforgettable, simply beautiful, and exciting.

On a lighter note, I would say we are allowed to fuck, fuck again, and fuck more. You never know when life will start to fuck us back after marriage. Life moves amazingly fast, catching up with 40s, super excited with every year of new awesome experiences.

It was a winter marriage season, my wife’s cousin’s sister’s son’s marriage. My wife was not able to make it due to our child’s exams. Either one of us had to attend the marriage. I flew to Jaipur. The marriage destination was 45 km away from the airport.

Both the marriage parties were affluent families. Excellent arrangements were made. The resort had 60 villas, the entire resort was booked for 3 nights. Lavish decorations, beautiful settings, delicious food, personalized services were the highlight of the wedding.

It was a perfect setting for a dream wedding – chilled climate, the lovely company of my sisters-in-law. I could not have asked for anything better, a fantastic break from routine. The only missing link was to have somebody hot and sexy in bed to enjoy in the chilled climate.

I have 2 own sisters-in-law’s (wife’s sisters), Sapna and Srishti, my wife being the eldest. Sapna is the youngest. She is a little heavy but a hot body, huge boobs, a lovely big ass. She is outspoken, very moody carries lots of attitudes. Her looks are heavy, but she has a very beautiful face and a fair complexion.

With her heavy figure 38-34-36, she looks like a bomb, and in fact, she explodes every now and then due to her temper. She has a figure which would be hands full and a mouth full in bed. She is married to an entrepreneur. It was a love marriage out of our community.

Srishti is next – slim, sexy, beautiful, sharp, speaks limited but straight to the point. A perfect dream woman for every man, extremely hot, always makes heads turn. She has lovely figure 36 -30-34, looks sexy from every angle. Her dressing is pitch-perfect knows how much to hide and how much to expose.

Very caring, affectionate towards my family, always love her company. She is married to a businessman from a little conservative joint family. Despite being born and brought up in a modern family, she has managed to get along very well in that family.

Bodies like Srishti’s give sexual desire its meaning! Her charm, lovely body, fantastic curves would drive me mad and make me horny every time I was close to her. I was on excellent terms with both my sisters-in-law.

It was peak business season for Srishti’s husband, and Sapna’s husband was out of the country on a project. Both Sapna and Srishti traveled along with my father-in-law to Jaipur. They had left1day before my departure. I reached Jaipur boarded the cab.

After some time, Srishti called to find out where I was. My wife had given Srishti special instructions to take care of me and make sure that I am not bored. I informed her I would reach in 20 minutes. She informed me that they are waiting to have lunch along with me.

I was welcomed by a half-hug by Sapna and, as always, a warm tight hug by Srishti. Her boobs crushed on my chest as she gave me a tight hug. I hugged her back. I could feel the thin straps of her bra on my fingers. I kissed her forehead

She said, “It’s been a long time, Jiju, almost 5 months.” I said, “Always happy to see you both.” Sapna would never get so touchy. She always avoided it. I guess it was due to her huge boobs. Even a half-hug would give me a feel of her soft flesh.

Srishti was the kind of woman with whom you always want to have a hot, torrid affair. There was no denying that my desires scalded my veins like fire every time I was near her. I kept my luggage in the room, went for a quick shower.

We came to the lawn where lunch was arranged. The next function was scheduled at 5.30, followed by high tea – snacks, sangeet, and dinner. We were in the room relaxed, chatting. Father in law also joined. After spending some time, he went to take a nap.

Around 5 pm, Srishti told me, “Jiju, first you get ready, you can wait in dads’ room. Then we will also change and get ready.” I kept my suitcase near her, asked her to keep my dress ready. She loves to decide what I should wear. I quietly took my undies, went to the washroom for a quick shower.

I came back with my towel wrapped around my waist. She had kept my kurta pajama ready. Sometimes when we were together, it felt as though we really were a couple. Both the girls were sitting busy sorting out their dresses, fashion accessories, and makeup kits.

Srishti kept a sexy black lacy bra and panty on her dress. My eyes fell on them. I looked at Srishti, then at the sexy set of lingerie. She looked into my eyes and kept speaking to me. In the meantime, Sapna went to the bathroom.

My body was still wet. She was looking at my body. She kept her fingers on my waist and said, “Jiju climate is chilly. You may get cold. Wipe your body properly.” She started to wipe drops of water from my body slowly with her fingers.

Her touch was delightful, her warm, gentle fingers rolling on my body, the sight of her sexy lingerie. My imagination of how she would look in that lovely bra and panty aroused me in no time.

I pulled out my towel to wear my pajama. She could not resist but steal a glance at my rock hard dick. It created a perfect bulge to catch her attention. The stiffness and firmness made it appear very awkward. I was so close to her. I could see her eyes glued to my dick with a sensual smirk.

She kept staring at my dick with her fiery flashing eyes and flushed cheeks. Her boobs started heaving beneath her tight T-shirt. Her eyes were wide open, and she looked surprised, looking at the size of my dick. She had turned red and looked radiant sitting there.

There was an uneasy silence in the room. It was broken by Sapna calling from the washroom to check if I had left. I had to go to the opposite room. Both the girls got ready. By 6.00, we left for the lawn where the function was to be held. I desperately wanted to see Srishti in that sexy black lingerie.

Her cousins and relatives were dancing to the beats of bhangra dhol. Grooms mother held my hands and pulled me into the dancing crowd. I had to dance along with her for 5 minutes. After her attention moved to some other guests, I held Srishti’s hand and pulled her into the dancing crowd.

We pulled Sapna also into the crowd to dance. Sapna could not dance for more than 5 minutes. We both kept dancing with the group for some time. We then broke from the group to dance our hearts out, matching each other step for step.

I held her close to me a few times, feeling her from close quarters as we kept dancing. More than the dance, it was the way she played with her eyes, swayed her ass, shook her boobs, and came closer to me. It made me dance less and watch more.

After some good 20 odd minutes of dancing, she held my hands and said, “Jiju, I am tired. Let’s relax for a few minutes.” The way she smiled and feel her lovely hot body kept burning in me. I had to keep control of my emotions. We participated in the function and returned to our room at some time.

We dressed up again for the sangeet. Sapna had worn a designer churidar. She looked beautiful. Srishti, oh god, I was spellbound looking at her. She had worn a red lehenga matched with a yellow choli and contrasting dupatta. Choli was more of a short blouse.

She looked stunningly beautiful, sinfully sexy, deliciously desirable in that dress. Her naked shoulders, short choli, low waist lehenga displaying her glowing body seductively. Her lovely lips dbangd with red lipstick, and eye makeup added more sheen to her beauty.

The way her ass swayed when she moved to wear that dress was just incredible.
She looked into my eyes and asked, “Nice, Jiju.” I said, “Looks can kill. You are killing it, looking sexy and hot, baby.” She said, “Thanks, Jiju.”

She was very happy to hear those comments. I wanted her, my lovely Srishti. But I never knew when that would happen. I could not take my eyes from her. Sapna was busy talking to someone. I could see a thin layer of Srishti’s bra being visible.

I moved close to Srishti and pushed her black bra inside. She did not say a word but kept looking in my eyes as I did it. I swiped my fingers on her waist gently while moving back, which took her by surprise. Our eyes kept doing all the talking, something brewing between us. We both were falling into it.

In the absence of our partners, we were feeling the need for each other. We started to take a few snaps. First, it was few group selfies, then solo pics, then a few snaps with both. When Sapna was clicking snaps of Srishti and me, we were getting very touchy and close.

It was all happening instinctively. We forgot that there were people around watching us. Srishti kept coming closer to me, kept her hands on my shoulders with her boobs slightly brushing near my chest. She held my hand, kept it on her waist, pulling me closer. The touch of her hot sinful skin driving me crazy.

As she got closer to me, I could smell her. Her lovely body smell aroused me. I wanted to fuck her deep and hard, keeping aside all my apprehensions and obligations. I was smitten by her beauty.

Sapna was also surprised by our newfound closeness. She said, “What is this? Both of you are behaving like husband-wife and taking pics. Wait, let me complain to your husband and Jiju to your wife also.” We laughed it out and came back to our senses as we realized that people were watching us.

Sapna requested one person passing by to take a group snap of all 3 together. He took a few snaps, and then he asked me which one your wife is. I said both are my sisters-in-law. He gave a puzzled look and left from there. We had a hearty laugh at the person’s reaction.

As we started to walk, I pulled Srishti close to me, kept my hands on her shoulder. She held me by my waist as we started walking. We pretended that it was all pretty innocent flirting and fun. But deep inside, I was craving for her body.

I wanted to feel her nakedness, her warmth. I wanted to see the delicious mounds of flesh hidden beneath her lovely dress. I wanted to feel them, make her horny playing with them. We went inside to enjoy our time at the sangeet function. A lot of men were having a look at Srishti the way she had dressed.

I told Srishti, “You are making heads turn today.” She smiled and said, “Nice, na, I don’t get to dress like this back home.” I said, “Your hubby is damn lucky.” She said, “But he is not lucky to see my beauty now.”

I said, “Good, he is not around. He would not have liked you to dress up like this.” She said, “I knew I was not dressing up for him today. I know you like me to see me like this.” I looked in her eyes and then at her boobs and again in her eyes. She said, “I know you want them also,” and kept quiet.

I kept my hands on her thighs, and she confirmed her intentions by keeping her soft hands on mine. We were constantly touchy all the time. We never left each other for a moment. Most of the time, she kept her hand on my thighs while sitting next to me.

Occasionally she kept caressing and moving her fingers on my thighs gently, leaving me begging for more. My whole body kept heating up with an occasional hard in my pants. She kept her hand moving on my thighs and was enjoying it.

My skin burned where she touched me. The places where she did not touch were burning even more for her touch. She kept looking at my zip every time I felt uncomfortable due to my pants’ hardness. She was enjoying my arousal and horny state of mind.

We had our dinner and came back to the room by around 11. Sapna did not come along with us. While walking back to our room, I slipped my middle finger in her palm. She held it gently and kept walking. As we walked slowly, I took her hand in my hand.

I kept my hands on her bare nude shoulders. She did not say anything, just kept walking. We reached our room, father in law and others in the other room had already slept. I changed into shorts and was about to take out my T-shirt from my bag pack.

Srishti asked me to take a few snaps of her, she gave me her mobile. I did not wear my T-shirt and started to click her photos in different poses and angles. I straight away asked her, “Ok, what about some hot bold photos.” I was smitten by her beauty.

She was making me mad for her. I wanted to try my luck with her. I could not think about any better time to try my luck. She said, “Yeah, ok, you click, if they are not good, we will delete them.”

I told her, “You have a lovely body. I am sure you would look hot in the pics.” She was looking beautiful and hot, but the poses were just ok. I told her, “Let us try something different. Let me direct this photoshoot.” She said, “Ok, you tell me, Jiju.”

I asked her to lift her lehenga up to her knees and sit on the bed with one leg on the dressing table, looking towards me. The dressing table was just opposite the bed, AC was above the dressing table.

She sat on the bed, kept both her legs on the dressing table, pulled her lehenga up to her knees. Her legs cleanly waxed look smooth as silk in the bright orange lights. I moved back and took a few snaps. The snaps were good; she was happy to look at herself.

I asked her to spread her legs a little so she could sit comfortably in that position. I knew the AC’s chill air would directly hit deep inside her lehenga on her open thighs and pussy once she sat in that position.

She tried to move her lehenga up but could not. I went near her pushed it up a little above her knees. On the pretext of getting a perfect pic, I bent a little to adjust her lehenga on her legs and thighs.

I touched her legs a few times, moved up where I could see her bare thighs. As I pushed her lehenga up to her thighs, my dick also started to move up in my pant. I could see her panties, and that stirred me deep to my core. Her smooth milky white, wholesome thighs were stunning. My sister in law was making me crave for her more than ever.........

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[Blue Bull]

With the sexual heat engulfing our bodies, I moved to take a few more snaps in this photo session. It turned out to be a good snap. She was happy the way she was looking. I wanted to make her nude and frame her pictures in my mind forever. I was not too far from doing it.

I asked her to take off her dupatta, keep her hands back on the bed, relax her head back, close her eyes for a relaxed sensual pose. She obliged. I could clearly see the shapes of her boobs. I had never seen more perfectly shaped boobs.

They looked extremely hot, juicy, and inviting. The temptation to take them in my hands and feel them was too hard to resist. The way they were heaving with her heavy breathing was an incredible sight. The size of her boobs looked like they grew with her every breath.

I could not resist staring at them shamelessly. She knew I wanted them. As our eyes met, we could not hide our feeling for each other. I wanted to play with them, lick her lovely nipples hidden beneath her choli. Her short choli shaped her curves.

With her lehenga pushed up to her knees, she looked amazingly hot and desirable. The closeness was manipulating my mind and tempting me to the core. I wanted her fab body, her amazing boobs, soft, supple ass, and dripping pussy.

I asked her to push her shoulders back, so her boobs would be pushed out. She did not understand. I went near her, touched her shoulders, looked at her boobs. I kept my fingers on her choli pulled them, asking her to push them out. She looked at me. I could see horniness clearly oozing from her eyes.

She seductively pushed her boobs, looking at me, inviting me by her eyes,
She asked me seductively, “Jiju, is this fine?” her sensual voice and how she told it clearly explained how horny she was. Her eyes wanting me to grab her boobs and play with them.

I wanted to fuck her, suck her and lick her till eternity. I said, “Yes, perfect, you look like a dream, hot and sexy.” I caressed her neck pulled the band from her silky hair to free them. We were so indulged in each other we never bothered to think what if Sapna would walk in.

I was close to her when she pushed her boobs out. I could see them heaving with her breathing getting heavier every moment. Her sensual perfume was drowning me deep in her ocean of sexuality. Her breasts started swelling with her every breath.

She started breathing heavily. Her nipples sought to stab through every layer of stiff starched cloth of her short choli. Her perfect round boobs created a lovely sight in the bright lights, good enough for any man to lose his morals. I clicked few pictures, asked her to wait, and dimmed the lights.

She pushed her hairs aside, kept one hand on her hairs and the other on her tender waist. She looked up to create a magical seductive sight. Oh, she looked awesome. I clicked a few more snaps. She said, “Jiju, let’s see the pics.”

I sat behind her on the bed, touching her bare shoulders. She flipped her photos. She relaxed her back on me as we spoke. She asked me, “Oh god, do I look like a hot bitch, Jiju?” she turned back to look into my eyes. She again placed her hands on my bare thighs as we spoke.

Her closeness, the intoxicating scent of her body, and the incredible arousing atmosphere. It was a perfect setting for a hard fuck. I pushed my hard dick on her back-breathing hot on her neck, feeling her soft hot skin. I had almost kept my chin on her shoulder.

I said, “You have a fabulous body, absolutely sexy. Would you like to pose like a real bitch for a bull?”

She said, “Yes, Jiju, if you want me to see like that, no problem, let’s do it, it’s between us.”

I told her, “Yes, Srishti, let’s do it today, whatever that makes you happy.” I kept quiet, with our breathing getting heavier. She looked at my face and said, “Yes, sure, Jiju, now tell me what I should do, sit, stand or sleep.”

I was not expecting this answer, but it only added fuel to the fire. Moving my fingers on her sexy choli, I asked her “Can I unhook this?” She looked at me and said, “Ok.” The feel of her fingers and hand on my thighs, indicating the heat rising in her body.

It had 2 buttons. I moved my fingers slowly across her back, feeling her skin, then moving to unhook them. She did not speak a word just sat there like a fucking horny slut allowing me to undress her. I could see her black lacy bra tightly holding her lovely boobs caged in them.

I carefully slowly pushed it down her shoulders and arms, whispering in her ears, “You got such a lovely body, soft skin, Srishti.” She could feel my dick make its move in my shorts, and she could feel my heat too. Her fingers now firming their grip on my thighs.

I kept my fingers paying on her back and moving to feel the skin of her boobs.
She asked me, “You wanted to see me in this lingerie right, I saw you staring at them.”

I said, “Yes, who would not like to see you in that? You are a too hot baby. I wish to see you even without them,” I started to feel her hack with my fingers and kissing her neck. “I also saw you staring at something while I was changing.”

She looked in my eyes moving her hands inside my shorts, saying, “What is that something called Jiju?”

I smiled and said, “You are feeling it, and it is desperate for you, my hot piece of meat.”

She said, “Yes, meat can only satisfy meat Jiju, fuck man, I love this dirty talk, Jiju.”

Her fingers moving up as we spoke. It was now dangerously close to the tip of my rock-hard dick. My finger started trembling as I tried to completely remove her choli. She just touched the tip of my dick. Oh god, it sent uncontrollable senses in my body, making me quiver like mad.

I kept her choli aside and asked her, “Can you just stand down?” She stood in from me in her bra and lehenga. I sat in front of her on my knees and looked up. Man, let me tell you, just a glance of her heavy heaving boobs made me mad for them. They looked awesome, ripe, and juicy.

Her skin shone in the dim lights. She knew exactly how close we were feeling and how hot we were currently. Experience had taught us that the kind of excitement we were feeling at that moment was never, ever one-sided. We knew that it was born of acute desire and mutual anticipation.

We knew, too, that we could not deny it as we both wanted it badly. I pulled her lehenga down just till the edge of her panty line, feeling her lovely waist and rolling my fingers on her navel and belly. I saw her close her eyes when I did so. She moaned, “Jiju.”

I kissed her belly gently. The first direct kiss on her hot body was so bloody absorbing, I wanted to get sucked in her skin and body. I pushed my fingers inside her bra, feeling her hot and now firm boobs. She wanted more, but I stopped.

I love playing this waiting game raising the bar of heat for a real horny experience. She moved her hands on my head and said, “Remove it, Jiju. My body needs fresh air.” She looked in my eyes. There was something about those cold, cold eyes that set off sparks in her.

Not just sparks, a timber fire burning up slowly. I found something deep inside her that had never been touched before. It ignited just for me. As she kept her hand on my shoulder. Her every touch was maddening me. Her every action was igniting me.

My fingers were close to her panties, she sat there in a bra, and her lehenga pushed down. Her hair let loose, her body glowing in the dim lights and her eyes inviting me. I bloody wanted her badly. She could see my tension building as she glanced at my shorts. My bulge was clearly visible.

I touched her waist, gently moving up, kissing her back and neck. I moved my hands to her lehenga.

She said, “Please remove it, remove everything Jjiu, don’t wait.”

I said, “Have patience, baby.”

She said, “Jiju, I don’t want to wait, and I can’t wait, please take me.”

Before I could say anything, she shamelessly held her lehenga and pushed it down. It slipped down, exposing her soft, smooth legs. She was only in her bra and panty. She relaxed her head back and spread her legs a little and asked me, “Do I look like a bitch now.”

I said, “Yes, my bitch, you look like a bloody horny bitch.”

She held my hands, moving to keep them on her boobs.

She said, “Do dirty things to your bitch Jiju, be shameless, and fuck me Jiju.”

I said, “You are mine, Srishti, my fucking whore.”

She looked at me in anticipation and said, “Anything that you say, Jiju.”

Excitement had my blood rushing through my veins, and my heart started beating wildly. That was it. All of it. She made me feel alive. Every second she was with me, no matter the emotion, I felt intensely alive.

I picked her phone and clicked a few snaps. I indicated towards her boobs, asking her to push them further. She obliged. Her deep cleavage was now clearly visible. We stopped speaking. Just each other’s signs were enough to understand.

I moved my fingers on my shoulders, indicating to push down her bra straps. She pushed them down, and oh boy, I was blown away by her beauty. I could not concentrate clearly. She knew my situation as my bulge kept growing in my pants.

My hands started to tremble as I clicked those pics of her. I stood there like a dumb ass doing nothing, just staring at her. She called me loud with her hands open for a tight hub. I ran into her arms for a warm tight hug, kissed her lips, sat near her.

Neither she bothered to cover her open body, neither she pushed up her bra straps. Her bra holding the last bit of her boobs just covering her nipples, creating ripples in my body. We both were almost nude, feeling each other’s bodies.

I was in no mood to look at the pictures when she was right in front of me. I took the mobile from her hands and kept it aside, and pulled her closer to me. I moved my hands to feel her hot body. The intensity between us kept rising every minute. She stopped me, stood in front of me.

Her wet lips made my body shake with sexual rage. The moment to make her roll her beneath me and fuck her hard had come. Our thoughts, feelings, and reactions originated due to our closer bonding. Our fear, confusion made way for other bodily sensations, which drove us closer to each other.

I held her by the waist to pull her closer to me, turned her around to make her sit. She almost sat on my dick. There was nothing to speak about between us. I kept my chin on her shoulders and my hands on her boobs to hug her from behind. She moved her hands back to caress my hair gently.

She relaxed leaned back on me, allowing me to play with her boobs. I pushed her bra down to free her boobs and started to knead her boobs. She moved her hands to hold my neck. In fact, she firmly held it in her grip. I could see her close her eyes as I squeezed them gently.

My hands were caressing and kneading her boobs continuously. She turned her face back. We got in a long-wet kiss. Our tongues were tangled, mixing our saliva, sucking each other’s lips. I unhooked her bra to roll my fingers on her nipples in circles.

Occasionally I squeezed her boobs and nipples gently, making her moan in delight. Slowly she moved her ass, moving it from left to right to feeling my hardness on her ass crack. I was trying to push it thru her butt crack to make her feel my heat.

My fingers alternated, going down to her pussy hole, caressing it over the soft, hot, wet pussy lips covered by the thin material of her panty. Slowly I peeled her lacy designer panty from her glowing skin. She raised her lovely ass as I slid it down her thighs, feeling her pussy with my fingertips.

I could see her silky-smooth pussy glistening with oozing cum. She was so wet, so hot, so horny, so bitchy, how could I not fuck her. It would be the greatest sin ever to not push my huge dick in her sweet little hole. She moaned at my every touch.

I turned her around, kissed her all over her body, licked her all over her body. I softly bit her all over her body. She was moaning like a fucking whore, loud and wild. She sat on my lap, we hugged each other tightly, our body heat rising to its peak.

The close feeling of her hot skin and the warmth of her boobs stirred me completely from inside. I started to kiss her boobs and feel them weighing them in my hands. She felt claimed and bonded in my arms like animals do. I felt like I’ve already caught and trapped her as my prey for the night.

I played between her boobs. She was merely priming me, leaving me to simmer in her juices. She was anxiously waiting for the moment when I would take my first bite from her burning boobs. We left all our shame behind.

We were basically in a sphere of love, lust, light, and warmth, and the rest of the world disappeared. It was better than I ever could have dreamed. She sat on me hot and nude.

Her body burning in desire, her body and boobs blooming and glowing in the dim orange lights. Her hands were moving slowly, stroking my back and hairs...

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[Blue Bull]

Our lips locked to taste each other’s juices. It was that thing I had been looking for, that love mixed with the rapture of passionate sex. Our lips furiously sucking at each other’s lips. Not giving space to each other to breathe at all.

She knew what I wanted, and she wanted it, too. She was ready as we swept in each other’s arms, feeling our nude bodies to the fullest. We felt the heat, the feel, the touch, the passion, and the urge to take each other to the core of our horny sexual fantasies.

I kissed her like a man starved, drowning myself in the taste and feel of Srishti’s delicious lips and tongue. Srishti was my brightness. There had never been anything like this between us, only we both, my lips upon her. She tried to speak, but my mouth was over her.

I bit her lips gently, and she had a wild thrill such as she had never known. Joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that she wanted for a long time. I sat with her on the bed, caressing her glowing white, supple, tender boobs in my hand.

I lifted her glowing hot boobs in my hands kept them in front of my mouth as my platter of delicious dinner. I pounced on them, eating them, sucking them, licking them, and chewing them like e hungry, starved man. She cried in despair, “Oh yes, Jiju, leave your love bites on them, Jiju, suck them yes.”

Her hands frantically caressing my hair. Her body shaking in sexual despair, she pushed to stuff her boobs in my mouth. I licked, sucked, and toyed with them, making her mad in horniness. Traveling to new worlds, igniting new passions, experiencing strange sights, sounds, and tasting the unknown tastes of her body.

The trigger for a mad hard fuck was driving us crazy to fulfill our unfulfilled fantasies. It was as though I had awakened something inside her that she could not contain. All her desires she had felt in passing had culminated, growing deeper, hungrier, darker as she began to moan louder, begging for more.

She held my head firmly as I gobbled her boobs in my mouth, sucking them wildly. She could not withstand the intensity of my squeezing and sucking of her boobs. She moaned wildly and held me tightly, not allowing me to take my mouth off her boobs.

Her ripe breasts were juicy and delicious. They were so soft and tender. I released one boob from my mouth. I sat on my knees to take one of her erect nipples into my mouth, gently sucking it. My warm tongue licked across her swollen nipples in small circles.

I was playing with both her nipples, one after the other. I gave a small bite on one of them, she almost shouted in pain. I held the boobs tightly in my hands, squeezing her nipple out. I started licking them in circles, chewing those brown nipples softly.

Occasionally I dug my teeth deeper in those soft mounds of flesh, and she could not withstand the pain. She understood my urgency. Calming me gently, patting my back, she said, “Ahh Jiju, slowly don’t hurt me, easy please, I am here, all yours.”

I lifted her from the ground held her as I continued to suck her boobs. I licked her tits up and down, left and right. I took them one after the other in my mouth for soft, gentle sucks, driving her crazy. She moaned.

It is in nature of the things that something, when started, cannot be reversed, like getting sexually attracted to someone. When the feelings are strong and the fire is lit, nothing can ever be reversed. We were burning in this raging fire that engulfed our bodies, making us hotter than ever.

She pushed me back to the bed, sat on me to pin my hands to the bed. She slipped her one hand on my raging dick. I released my one hand to caress her smooth, soft breasts and kept slapping them. Her face turned red. Her facial expressions changed as she held my huge burning piece of meat in her hands.

It was too big for her hands. Her fingers slowly moving up and down, making it very firm and hard. Her soft sensual strokes on my dick drove me crazy. I continued fondling her soft, supple boobs, took her nipples between my fingers, and started squeezing and twisting them.

She moaned as I kept fondling them with no mercy. I realized my best time that I had been waiting for years had come. I pulled her down on the bed and made her sleep. I got on top of her. Her eyes looking at me in anticipation of what next was in store for her.

Moving down on her body, I pushed her legs apart, getting a clear view of her glistening pussy. I moved down to kiss her legs. I started from her leg fingers, sucking and licking toes, rolling my fingers on her long smooth legs. I kept moving up, kissing her ankle, calf knees.

I moved to her sexy amazing thighs. The clear view of her soft silky clean waxed dripping pussy made me all excited. I wanted to taste it, lick it, feel its heat, roll my dick on her pussy lips. I moved up her legs, kissing intensely on her thighs.

I began playing with my beard on her thighs, sending her into a tizzy. I kept pricking my beard deeper in her thighs on her soft, delicate skin. Srishti tried to stop me but in vain. I could attain dominance over her, slowly she was surrendering to my madness.

The gentle pricking of my beard was sending new sensations in her body. The flames of her desire, meeting, and burning higher with my passion, was intoxicating. I felt wonderful. And when my fingers traced the wetness of her lovely hole.

With great difficulty, she contained her excitement, her eyes emitting all her horny desires. Her body shaking in sheer pleasure and utter madness as I moved my finger on her wet lower lips. I continued kissing, squeezing, and playing with her boobs. Slowly I moved up, rubbing my hard dick all over her body.

I moved all the way up to her nipples playing there with my dick. She crushed her boobs in her hands, moving them closer. I moved my dick between them for a hot boob fuck. As my dick moved between her boobs up to her neck, she pushed out her tongue, trying to lick it.

I pushed it further between those round hot boobs. She eagerly rolled her tongue on my dick, tasting it for the first time. It was as thrilling as it could get. Every time it pushed between her soft melons, she started to push out her tongue to lick it. She had turned extremely raunchy and hot by then.

She pulled me over her. I continued kissing her soft body from her neck to her belly. When I took her brown erect nipples in my mouth and started sucking and chewing them, she again moaned loud, “Ahh, Jiju slowly please, oh god.” I spread her legs wide.

Before she could realize anything, she felt the warmth of my mouth on her pussy. Loving her pussy, feeling it with my lips, I started moving my tongue on her outer lips. She rose and sat with the support of her elbow, relishing in the pleasure. She moved a little back and sat with the support of the bed.

I touched her weakest spot, teased her opened burning pussy with my tongue. I played, rolled, and slid my finger over the wetness and inside her. She moaned, her hips arched up, welcoming the touch and feel of my tongue on her pussy crack. Every pore of her body awakening to the mad pleasure.

My fingers slid over her pussy again, swirling in a circle. Then pressing down right where it was the tightest and vibrating against her. She moaned in, wanting more of it. “I have never been licked before. Lick me, Jiju please, ahhh,” she moaned.
I moved up, kissed her lips, licked her boobs again. I went down until my lips blew a hot, steamy kiss over her sexy lovely pussy, leaving her gasping. Then it was my tongue and her love hole, sucking her pussy delicately. I feasted on her pussy.

I looked up into her eyes. She was begging for more. She again pushed my head on her pussy. I began to lick her in soft, gentle strokes, moving deeper with each lick. I fixed my mouth on her pussy and thrust my tongue deep in her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness of her inner lips on my tongue.

I started to suck and lick inside her. I licked her deeply. Her pussy was on fire. It was too incredible and pleasurable for her, her moaning indicating it all. Now it was not in her control. Her tight little pussy and whole body were burning as she grabbed my head, burying my face into her wet cave.

She started moaning and bucking wildly. I was licking her deep and intense as she moaned like an animal. Sweat pouring from her body as she was yearning to be entered by my massive manhood. The joy of pussy licking made her mad. I began chewing her outer lips and sucking them.

She could feel my tongue moving up and down, slurping all her juices and licking her walls with deep, slow, soft strokes. She screamed with pleasure forcing her body to move up. She had firmed her hands on my head as sensations rocked her body.

My hands squeezed her soft ass cheeks, followed with gentle slaps on them. I was tantalizing and teasing her pussy with my licking. The intensity made her mad. I moved my face from her pussy and moved to offer my dick in her mouth. In a quick move, she took my hard-thick dick, and she swallowed it deep.

I loved it. The feeling of her mouth on my dick, the wetness of her mouth on my dick, the soft sucks on my dick knob were amazing. They made me go wild and mad. I kept moving my ass to keep thrust it deep down her throat till she felt gagged.

She went back and forth slowly, steadily, making it completely deep in her mouth every time. She pulled it out from her mouth and looked at the wholesome meat with her greedy eyes. She started to pull down the outer skin to lick my dick knob and hole.

“Srishti, oh god, yes baby, do it slowly,” I moaned as she started to suck it with more vigor and force. She slowly licked my dick, moved down to take a lick, and eat my meatballs. She started to shake my dick with one hand and took my meatballs in her mouth, sucking and licking them.

After some time, I could not resist and pushed her back. We went back to our normal positions. I moved towards her, we kissed again. I caressed her body, feeling every inch of her body with my hands and lips. We again locked in an intense kiss as all our body parts met each other.

I could feel my dick pressed on her burning hole. She was totally horny and looked like a slut in the heat and yellow lights. Her willingness to participate in the mad journey was telling me that everything was in Srishti. That her soul was ready for the treachery and unfaithfulness.

She chose what was best for her at that moment, to satisfy her urges, to get a hard pounding, to feel that hardness that she wanted badly. We broke from the kiss. I held her chin in one hand and asked her, “What do you want?”

Srishti said, “Fuck me.”

I said, “I can’t hear you.”

I looked in my eyes and said, “Fuck me, jiju.”

I again behaved ignorantly. She kept her hands on my dick and shouted, “Fuck me with this.”

I said, “Ok.”

I looked at her. She looked irresistible hot, insanely horny, shamelessly seductive. She said, “Fuck me deep, Fuck me fast. Tear me, rip me, lick me, bastard fuck me, Jiju.”

Her sensual urges making her mad, and her sexual thirst inviting me to quench our unfulfilled sexual desires. She was moaning loud as I kept playing with her body. I asked her, “Would you be my bitch?”

She nodded her head, looking in my eyes, “Yes, I am your bitch, now fuck your bitch.” The urgency to feel my dick in her velvet hole was driving me crazy. But was waiting game was even more thrilling.

I asked again, “Louder, please.”

She said, “Yes, yes, I am your bitch. I am your horny slut, fuck me like your bitch, make me your whore.”

I continued to taunt her, “And fuck you where?”

She screamed, “Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass, Jiju, please don’t do this, Jiju.”

She could not contain it, and she jumped on me, pushing me down to kiss my lips. Her hands swiftly moving down to my dick. She held it in her hand and pulled me towards her to rub it on her burning hole. She was ready to get pounded. I got on top of her and positioned my dick on her love hole.

I made her feel its thickness, hardness, and hotness. I kissed her lips and thrust my burning dick in her hole. In one hard push, it slid in halfway. She moaned, “Ahh Jjiu, oh god.” She held my shoulders. I was a pretty tight hole for my massive size.

I squeezed her boobs hard, looking in her eyes, and again pierced her pussy lips in a hard jerk. She went crazy as I pushed the last remaining piece of my meat in her hole. Her head moving both sides with the pressure I extracted on her body and on her pussy.

She started gasping and breathing heavily as I pierced her hot hole in a single hard insertion. I waited for a few seconds for her to relax and looked around. Our clothes were on the floor. We were nude in each other’s arms and her pussy torn by my hard dick.

Her breasts squeezed out, her hairs tangled, her makeup spoilt due to the sweating and blowjob. My 8” thick hard dick firmly inserted in her love hole. She moaned loud as my dick throbbed in her soft fucking pussy. As I pushed deep and fast to the hilt in her pussy, she released me from her stranglehold.

I slowly moved my dick in and out a few times, and she got used to me inside her. I started to push my dick in and out of her in smooth slow, gentle strokes. I could feel my cock pulsating in her pussy as I went up to her hilt. Every time it pulled it out and pushed it back, it traveled deeper in her.

She moaned as I entered deep in her wet pussy. I was teasing her as I inserted my dick, and I slowly pulled it back. She looked at my face in anticipation and eagerness. She held me tightly to brace herself for the insertion of my entire hard meat deep inside her.

She spread her thighs to make the pounding deeper and harder. It was our first fuck together. Both of us were loving the newfound experience of a new body. She kept raising her legs as the intensity of my fucking increased. She kept feeling my back and caressed as she started to enjoy the pumping of her pussy.

I looked at her face as I kept piercing my dick in her burning pussy. She opened her legs wider to drive deep inside her pussy. I pressed it hard in her pussy. Her mouth opened wider every time she felt my strokes deep in her. She relished in the penetration, pleasure, and pain.

I pushed it all the way deep inside her and stayed there for a few seconds. She moaned. This is what I wanted. This is what I’ve precisely wanted since I saw her damn sexy, horny side from yesterday. My mouth, my body claiming every part of hers. I was on fire.

Every muscle in my body wanted her, my dick throbbing and pulsating in her delicious meaty hole. She pulled me down, diving her tongue once more, slaying me. We erased every thought of the outside world until the passion left us breathless.

Her hot, burning boobs fiercely pressed to mine as we gasped together. The cold breeze from AC barely cooling the heat raging between us. I squeezed her boobs very hard as I started fucking her hard. I slapped her boobs around, she screamed out my name each time I hit them.

I started to pull out and insert my dick more ferociously in her pussy. Her pussy is stretched to the max. Her boobs rose with every slap on them and with every hard jerk on her pussy. They turned red, and her nipples glistened with sweat. Her butchered pussy started to drip incessantly.

She started swaying from side to side with every thrust. I wanted to feel every small inch of her pussy walls. Her loud moaning made me mad for her. We were giving each other what we desired from each other. I was fucking her strongly. She was feeling my hard rock cock in the depth of her hot flesh.

She also started giving me pleasure and started to hump under me to accompany my moves. My meatballs start making noises with every hit to her lovely sparkling ass. I was not in this world. But I felt I was going in and out of conscience as I fucked her hard.

She was numb to the world as she was getting fucked like a wild animal. I opened all her gates with my rock-solid wide dick. I pumped her fast and hard. I was about to take her to that passionate brink. She reached upward, her hips rising with my every stroke on her love hole.

She wanted my touch, wanted me to find that spot where her need left her begging and hungry. Anxious and half-mad, and here I satisfied her hunger and unquenched thirst with my forceful humps on her lovely pussy. She kept moaning, clasping my shoulders.

Her boobs now moving at in fast pace due to the intensity of her pussy being butchered mercilessly. I slowed down my pace of thrusting my cock in and out of Srishti. But she was in no mood for a slow-motion fucking.

“Fuck me, jiju. fuck me harder! Fuck your whore hard, tear it. Tear my pussy, Vinay,” moaned my sexy sister in law in this hot encounter.

I love it when it’s dirty taking. I began thrusting her fast and deep. She angled her hips so that my cock was right on top of her clit. Srishti groaned feverishly, a tension building within her core that indicated her rising tension of eruption. Grunting, I lifted her hips slightly.

Her hips pumped furiously now, ready to explode any moment now. And with all the gasping, screaming, rocking sideways and back and forth, she came. She kept my dick firmly saddled inside her until she felt yet another surge of his fuck. She came. She had come twice.

And Srishti wanted to come again. We both cried out, surging upward and down, our bodies shaking with pleasure. Her pussy was like hellfire, and I wanted to spend eternity in that hellfire. I could feel my release build.

I told her that I would cum soon now. She was so eager for it now. She asked me to increase her pace. She started sucking my lips as I butchered her pussy harder than ever. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. Srishti held me tight and kept licking my lips. The sight was really maddening.

I couldn’t hold back any longer, and suddenly with a grunt, I came in huge spurts. She was taken aback slightly by the ferocity of my released. But she continued to suck, and in no time, her barriers broke loose. We were now moaning loudly.

Our warm bodies shone together in the darkness, our hands moved to the center of our flesh. Body and skin trembled in happiness, joy, and newfound arousal. Soul became alive, awake, and joyful to the eye relishing in the maddening pleasure of our releases.

I came back to earth after a few glorious moments. I saw Srishti looking up and smiling. She asked, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Absolutely, every moment of it. What about you?” I asked.

“I liked it too,” she said, “This was one of my best fucks. Everything that happened was beautiful. Oh, god, I was worried, good Sapana did not come.”

I said, “Don’t worry, next time if she comes when we are fucking, we will invite her for a threesome.”

She said, “Oh god, you are an asshole, Jiju, but yes, I would like a threesome with you, me, and…” I did not allow her to complete that statement as I kissed her lips again. She moved on top as I pulled her from her waist, thrusting her boobs in my mouth for a new session.

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[Blue Bull]

Young Journalist & The Handsome Politician
(Encounter of a damsel hottie with a handsome stud.)
By: hotking

“Sss…..Aaahh….yeaahh….” I screamed as the orgasm hit me. My head was banging against the headboard hard with his each hard, forceful stroke.
“Yeahhh…Yeahhh…take it….yeaahhh.” He grunted as he realised that I had orgasmed and that provoked him to stroke harder. For a man his age, he was surprisingly virile and strong.
“Ohhhaaa….yeaaahhhhh.” I screamed as my pussy spasmed and clenched hard from the orgasm.
“Aaaahhh…yeahhhh….that’s it bitch..yeah…” He moaned as my pussy tightened around his cock.
My screams, his grunts, the loud thuds of my head hitting against the headboard, the slapping sounds of his balls against my pussy and the squishy sound of our squeezing and convulsing genitals filled the room, creating a vulgar melody of lust. The smell of sex difused across the room and filed it soon.
The windows were closed, the curtains drawn, the air condition wasn’t switched on and neither was the ceiling fan which made the stench of sex even more pungent and prominent. The first rays of dawn were piercing through the curtains and in between the grunts, moans and the bangs, I could hear birds chirping as the day began. It was still dark inside the room, the night lamp next to the bed shone on our humping naked bodies but the farthest corners stayed in the dark.
Lying on my back, I could see his sweating, wincing face and grinding teeth a feet above mine; his stomach tightening and loosening with each hard thrust. His eyes were open and staring deep into mine; his eyes were filed with lust and I could also sense some anger and frustration in those eyes. I could sense how he was enjoying each and every stroke not just physically but also mentally as if drawing vulgar vengence.
My legs were in the air, pointing straight upwards, my toes curled, my eyes wide open in sheer lust, pleasure and some shock. His salt and pepper hair which had been neetly oiled and combed minutes ago were now dishelved. His upper lip and forehead was covered with beads of sweat which occasionally would trickle down and fall on my face and lips, which I like a wanton slut would lick and relish.
The bed shook violently accompanied by the loud creeking as its joints quaked and its legs screeched against the floor. I pushed my palms against the head rest, resting them flat on it to prevent my head from hiting them. My body stretched as a result and my back arched, making my supple breasts and the crowing, hard, brown nipples shoot upward.
He lowered his head and latched his mouth to my nipple, biting and sucking my nipple hard, making me squeal louder. I locked my feet on his lower back, just above his butt, pulling him closer and deeper inside me. This wasn’t love making but everything apart from it. This was a business transaction and the currency of exchange was lust. I was a somewhat unwilling party to the transaction but just minutes into it I was far from being unwilling.
He lowered himself, bringing his face close to mine and kept staring at me, his body moving foward and backward as he pummled my soaking cunt but his eyes never broke contact with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
Our lips locked, frantically opening and closing on each other, tongues clashing and slithering around each other. His body stretched as he lowered himself and as his hip lowered onto mine, my ass rose a little in the air, allowing him to go deeper and hit the right spots.
Above, we were kissing madly, but below, our hands were inching lower and lower. He slipped his hands under my back and grabbed my butt, pulling my hip closer to his and I too grabbed his butt, pushing it down into me.
“Yeahhh…Yeaahhhhh….Fuck me…Fuck me…Fuckkkkk….” I screamed as another massive orgasm hit me, harder and longer than the previous one. My mind went blank but my body just didn’t stop, continuing to match his violent thrusts, making my orgasm far more intense and better.
“Haaa…” He sighed as he slowed down before stopping. I opened my eyes and looked at him. I thought he was done and would pull out now but he kept looking at me, his cheast rising and falling with each deep breath. I stared back at him blankly, waiting for him to pull out. My freshly orgasmed pussy was numb and I could barely feel him inside me.
“If you’re done, can you get off me?” I asked him as a minute of inactivity passed by.
“Who said I am done?” He looked at me, smiling devilshly.
I stared at him in shock and disbelief but in my mind I was suprised and frankly, impressed. He sat up and pulled out his cock and placed it on my abdomen, just above my pussy. He was right, he wasn’t done.
His cock was as erect as it was minutes ago, glistening from our juices smeared over it, occasionally twitching up and down. It’s piss slit was big and spewed drops of pre cum which trickled down to my stomach. His cock was resting on my stomach, stretching from my pussy almost to my navel. Fuck….that is big, I thought, impressed not just at his size but also my ability to take such a monster inside me.
I hesitated for a second but then touched it delicately. It twitched at my touch and seemed to harden as my fingers gingerly moved on it. I felt the slick juices stick to my fingers which in turn i smeared on the shaft as I felt the length of the monster.
“Haha…I told you I wasn’t done.!” He smirked. I kept quite, ignoring his comment and delicately held the shaft with my fingers before placing the cock at my pussy. I looked up at him and I saw a sense of elation and satisfaction on his face as his cock rested at the mouth of my gaping pussy.
He looked at me and a staring match of sorts ensued before he lunged forward, ramming his cock deep the depths of my pussy.
“Haaaaaa….” I sighed and my back arched as his cock buried itself to the hilt. He placed my legs on his shoulders and started fucking me, this time leisurely, modertating the pace and the depth of penetration for the perfect build up. He lowered his body, pushing my legs back onto me, my thighs brushing my chest as he steadily picked up pace. Our breathing quickened and our pulses increased rapidly as we fucked in unison.
“Aaahhh…Aaahhhh…” I moaned as he kept on fucking me and the now familiar sounds of the creeking bed, slapping balls and grunting, moaning mouths filed the room. I raised my legs off his shoulder, pointing them straight in the air and spreading them in a perfect V before he grabbed the ankles and carried on fucking me.
He placed my legs behind his back and lowered himself on to my tits, squeezing them with his hands and sucking them with his mouth. I wrapped my around his shoulder before I pushed him to the side and rolled him over so that I was now on top of him.
I placed my hands on his chest, running my fingers through the hair. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I felt his cock poking the deepest corners of my pussy. I felt his hands on my tits, mauling them as I moved back and forth, grinding my crotch against his. I moved faster now, making his cock rub the walls of my pussy, sending pulse after pulse of orgasmic pleasure through my body.
He pushed my hands off his chest, making me collapse on to him. He locked his lips on mine and grabbed my ass with his hands as he took charge of the proceedings. I raised my chest as a loud moan escaped my mouth. My raised chest allowed his mouth access to my delicious and inviting tits and he started sucking on them.
He raised his knees and spread them a little, making my ass cheeks rest on his upper thigh, his cock was still buried inside me but he had stopped stroking. He was manuevering for the final assault. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it hard, evoking a moan from me. He raised me a little by my ass before I felt his cock slide upwards into my pussy and then slide back down a couple of times. A few more upward and downward strokes later, he went into overdrive as he started fucking me hard from under. I kept my ass raised a little giving him space to push up and down my pussy.
“Aaahahhhh….yeah..yeahh….yeaaahh…..” I screamed as he locked his hands behind my back and continued thrusting upwards. My body shook violently and my convulsing pussy signalled an inevitable orgasm. His twitching cock too signalled his fast arriving orgasm.
“Thap Thap Thap Thap…..Aaahh…Aaahhh…Aaaaahhh.” I screamed in perfect co-ordination with the hard strokes I was being subjected to.
“I am gonna cum…I am gonna cum…Aaahhhh…” He screamed as he continued fucking me hard. My hair bounced around and almost covered my face but did nothing to cover my screams as I came violently the next second. In the midst of my orgasm, I could feel his cock twitch violently before he pulled out his cock and started cumming on my lower back, just above my butt
“Haaaa…..” He screamed as he emptied his nut sack on my back. I collapsed on him, resting my head on his chest, listening to his thumping heart beat and his expanding and contracting lung. I was still shivering from the orgasm and I could feel the cum trickling down my butt cheeks.
I got off him and collapsed on the bed on my back. I couldn’t believe what I had become and what I had done all these days. From being a honours student and rising journalist I had tumbled down a dark path from which I could see no escape. As the momentary pleasure and lust receded I could feel the implication of what I had done and started wondering of the consequences of what I was about to do. My life wasn’t the same and it would be far different from now on.

“Have you brough what you promised?” I asked Rajneesh as I wiped his cum off my ass.
“Yes…a deal is a deal.” He replied as he grabbed the towel from me and started wiping off the cum off his cock. His cock had now shrunk to a flacid state and didn’t look as impressive as it did a few minutes ago.
“Give it to me then.” I said to him as I wore my panties before wrapping my body in a bath robe.
He walked over to the couch completely naked before beding over to fetch something from his back. I was a little repulsed at the sight and looked away. He walked over to me a moment later and handed me a pen drive.
“This has everything you need. E-mails, tapped telephone conscripts, details of his off shore bank accounts and also the audio & video clips of his meetings with the middle men. The rest is for you to figure out and piece together.” He said as he started getting dressed.
I connected the pen drive to my laptop and glanced through the folders. As he said, it had everything I needed to nail the bastard.
Rajneesh walked over to the door of my apartment and I walked behind him. He stood at the door with his hand on the latch before turning around to look at me.
“I hope this would be enough for you. Take care and be careful. Things are going to get a lot worse before they even start looking better. I hope you can take it girl.” He said, sounding genuienly concerned.
“I still don’t understand why you are trying to help the daughter of a man who fucked your happiness. There is a part of me that still doesn’t trust you.” I replied.
“Haha…That’s a surprising thing to say, especially after what we just did.” He replied, his face clearly showing signs of victory.
I chose not to reply to his comment and Rajneesh opened the door and walked out. His words kept playing in my mind. Things would get a lot worse he said. I knew that but I was prepared for it.
I walked into my bedroom and opened the curtains and looked out of the window at the rising sun.
“Ms. Mira Chauhan….what brings you here.” Viraj said as soon as he saw me after opening the door. The tone of his voice was not welcoming but dripped of sarcasm. My annoyed expression made him stop and he signalled me to step inside his house.
“I had called you 2 days ago. This is why I am here.” I replied as I sat on the couch and Viraj sat on the one opposite to me.
“Yeahh…you wanted to leak a story.” Viraj asked inquisitively, trying to recall our conversation.
“Yess…and I have that story with me.” I replied.
“Why haven’t you gone to any other news channel or paper?” He asked. He was right, anyone with a news so important would approach a large media house than an underground, shady news blog.
“I am sure they will not break the story, not at this time.” I replied dryly.
“Why wouldn’t they break it?” He asked.
“The media has been bought. You are one of the very few who speaks the truth.” I replied.
“Huh…you called me a hack and a phony on your blog and in your articles and now you’re calling me the guardian of truth..what the fuck!” He said sounding clearly agitated.
“Will you let by gones be by gones or should I walk away with this. There are many others like you who’d like to get their hands on this.” I replied as I stood up and stepped forward to leave.
“No No..stay back.. relax…I was kidding.” He said as he grabbed my hand and pushed me down on the couch.
“Hmmm…what is it about?” He asked.
“Uday Singh.” I replied as my lips spread into a very devilish smile. I saw his eyes widen as I uttered those words.
“You have something against Uday Singh…are you fucking kidding me?” He replied with a tone of total disbelief and excitement of a toddler.
“And it’s not something ordinary that won’t stick. This will stick…and stick so far up his ass he won’t know the difference between this and his throat.” I said sounding clearly angry but at the same time a little elated at the sense of revenge and justice that I was about to bring down on that sly bastard.
“Where is it?” He asked.
“Here…it is all in here.” I said as I dangled the pen drive in front him.
“Bring your laptop and I’ll show you.” I said and he got up at that very instance and ran inside the house to fetch his laptop.

Two years ago….
“Ladies and Gentlemen, honored guest, parents and students, welcome to the convocation of the batch of 2012.” The princpal addressed the audience.
It was my convocation ceremony. I had graduated as an honors student from the top journalism college and this was my time to shine in the limelight. Dressed in the typical black and loose convocation gown, I sat in the 4th row of the auditorium waiting for my name to be called.
“Our esteemed guest tonight is a prominent personality in India and the world. He is an Indian with a global perspective, a man known for his scholarly pursuits and also his humanitarian efforts. He is the former Defence Minister and also a successful businessman…Ladies and Gentlemen…please welcome Mr. Uday Singh.” The MC announced the guest of honor and the crown burst into applause.
Mr. Uday Singh stood up from his seat in the first row from the front and waved to the crowd before walking up to the stage.
“And now..I request Mr. Uday Singh to present the award form excellence in acaemics and extra curricular activies, the student of the course to Ms. Mira Chauhan.” The MC announced my name before the crowd erupted into applause.
I stood up, smiling and beaming with happiness. My years of hard work had paid off. I had passed out the most prestigious journalism college and was also declared the the best student from tens who were my classmate. I knew this moment, this award was the push I needed to succeed in my career.
I walked up to the stage and stood in front of Mr. Uday Singh who handed me the award and also my degree certificate; a few photos were clicked, hands shaken and I then presented my speech to the audience.
“Mira….come here child.” My principal called for me.
“Yes ma’am.” I replied and started walking across the banquet hall to her. The ceremony was over and now the dinner was served. The parents and the guests indulged in the delicious food on offer and most students, including me got busy getting our photographs taken as the last memories of college days.
“Mr. Singh, you met her a few minutes ago but now I would personally introduce you to Mira Chauhan.” My principal said as she introduced me to Mr. Singh. I smiled and lowered my head in courtesy. Mr. Singh smiled back and bowed down himself.
“Are you related to Mr. Brijlal Chauhan?” Mr. Singh asked.
“Yes…he is my father.” I replied.
“Aaahhh…now I remember you. We have met before at the party back in the good old days.” He replied with a sense of nostalgia.
“You see her father Mr. Chauhan was the secretary of my department back when we were in power.” He said in turn introducing me to the rest of the group.
“How is your father? Enjoying the retirement.” He asked muching on some chicken tikkas served to him.
“Yes he is; he couldn’t make it here today. He is in the states with my sister; she just had a baby.” I replied. I knew my father would be happy to meet his former boss, I thought.
“Aaahh..that is nice. Give him my regards. So the college topper must have received quite a few job offers.” he asked quizzingly.
“Aahh…not quiet a few…just a couple….the economy has taken it’s toll on every sector, including ours.” I replied with slight sense of disappointment.
“Hmmm…that is the sad. This government and it’s high handed methods of handling the economy has taken our nation to the dogs. When we were in power, the world suffered the worst economic crisis but our economy was still clocking an impressive growth rate.” He swung into delivering a poltical speech as if in a rally or a news debate. The crowd simply smiled and nodded and so did I along with him, not caring much for his criticism of the government.
The rest of the evening I spent with my classmates, taking pictures and signing the year books and then eating a sumptous meal. After a couple of hours, I was about to catch a cab and go home. I had taken off the convocation gown long ago and was now dressed in the cyan colored chudidar and matching leggings. I walked to the college campus, hoping to find a cab at the gate.
“Ms. Chauhan, Mr. Singh wants to see you.” A man walked up to me. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and grey trousers with a diary in his hands, he asked me to follow him to the Mercedes standing near then gate. I walked behind him to the car and he opened the door of the car. I saw Mr. Singh sitting inside and smile at me when he saw me. The man gestured me to get in; I hesitated for a second before getting in.
“Hello again.” Mr. Singh said extending his hand towards me.
“Hello.” I replied with a nervous smile, feeling his large, hard hand gently squeezing mine.
“I have called you here because I have known your father for years and he was not just a subordinate to me but a close confidant and a friend too. So I feel a little responsible towards his daughter. You said you have a couple of job offers; have you heard back from them?” He asked me.
“I still haven’t heard back from them.” Ireplied.
“Hmmm…why don’t you take this card. Meet this man tomorrow at his office, he’ll help you out.” He said as he handed me the business card. I looked at the card and read the name of one of the most prominent newspaper editors in the nation. I looked up at Mr. Singh with disbelief and a deep sense of gratitude.
“Thank you…Thank you so much sir.” I said.
“You don’t have to thank me. Do you want me to drop you home or do you have a ride?” He asked me.
“Uhh…actually, I was going to catch a cab before you called me.” I replied.
“Okay…then I’ll drop you, no worries.” He replied.
“Aah…thank you so much but I don’t want to impose. I will catch a cab and go home.” I said as I grabbed the latch of the door.
“Stop it…you are not imposing. Don’t worry, I have enough fuel in the car. I’ll drop you; you just sit comfortably and relax.” He said.
“Hehe..thanks Mr. Singh.” I repled as I rested against the soft leather seats of the car. Mr. Singh asked me my address and then ordered his driver to take us there.
The drive back to my place was quite long. I and Mr. Singh indulged in small talk and he recalled the times and the days when he worked with my father. As he recalled the glory days, I noticed that beyond his smile and suave manners, something very discomforting. I looked at him for a while, the whole time maintaining the charade of a girl charmed off her feet to gauge what he was upto.
A few seconds later it hit me. He was’t the typical lechorous man but a stealthy cat. He was checking me out! I noticed his subtle glances at my body when he thought I wasn’t looking. And why wouldn’t he? I was a beautiful, young girl who at the moment was wearing a body hugging dress which accentuated the curves of her fresh 23 year old body.
This fresh supple body which had been devoured by a couple of boys and men in the past and which many would want to devour at present, was now the center of attraction of a man as powerful and prominent as Mr. Singh, even though he made all attempts to hide his attraction.
“There you are Mira. Is that the building you live in?” He asked me as the car stopped in front of my apartment building.
“Yes…I live on the 5th floor.” I replied as I opened the door. Before stepping out of the car, I extended my hand towards him for a shake and he too reciprocated. Minutes ago I had realised how he was admiring my beautiful body and this hand shake after the realisation sent a shiver up my spine. I felt his large hands almost completely engulf my tiny little hand and he squeezed it gently and shook a couple of times.
“I hope you do go to the person I just told you about. If you need anything else, this is my card; feel free to call me anytime on my personal line.” He said and handed over me his business card.
I thanked him again and stepped out of the car and started walking into my building. Even though I didn’t turn back to see him, I could feel his gaze on my supple, tight but, the shapely thighs below and the thin,delicate waise above. Just the thought made me shudder in pleasure. I turned back and waved him goodbye and he left.
I had this man hooked on to me like a drug. I could just see in his eyes the intentions to do the most nasty carnal things to me. This wasn’t the first time I had been subjected to such looks but it was the first time a man of his stature was desiring a girl like me.
Uday Singh was not just a seasoned poltician but a well cultured suave man. Born with a silver spoon to an erstwhile royal family, his father too was a prominent political figure of his time. Raised in castles and mansions of royalty and educated in Oxford and Harvard Law college and worked in organisations of international repute in various important positions; Uday returned to India after his father’s death almost 10 years ago.
His fahter and their family legacy was such that he didn’t need time to climb up the political ladder. He had it all working out for him; a mighty political legacy, high credentials of education and international exposure and most importantly the support of his caste and community. He was elected to the Parliament from his father’s seat and was soon made a minister. In a decade old political career he went from being a novice to a political guru and becoming a defence minister of the country, his rapid ascent through the complex labyrinths of poltics in India was impressive and was closely followed by the media.
Apart from his political interest, Uday Singh also controlled a vast business empire and by some estimates, his net worth was Rs. 300 crore. He also was the apple of the eye of the fashion and media industry. His charming looks, his impressive physique and stature made him a hit with women and he regularly featured in women’s and fashion magazines across the country. For a man who was on the wrong side of the 40’s, he was giving the most promising models a run for their money.
Standing 6’2”, his height itself was very impressive. From one look at him, one could’nt accurately make out his age. For a man in his late 40’s, he was amazingly fit with no ounce of fat around his belly. He was known for being a obsessive gym freak and was known to run marathons.
It wasn’t just his looks and and power, it was just the way he talked. The sophistication and eloquence in his speech was remarkable. He spoke like a true british educated gentleman, his accent itself was a turn on and his command over english was impeccable.
He was the Defence Minister for 3 years before his government collapsed from a no confidence motion put forth by a united opposition. His party lost the motion and the opposition stiched together a loose alliance to form the government. Even though he had lost his ministry, he hadn’t lost his power as he became a prominent leader of the new opposition.
This man who seemed remarkable had a spark in his eyes when he was looking at me and that gave me a tingle. Did he offer me help with getting a job due his old connections with my dad or was it a reason to get close to me? I wondered about all this as I made my way to my apartment and decided to sleep over it........

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

“I am here to meet the Editor in Chief” I told the receptionist who politely asked me to sit on the couch in the lobby. I saw her calling someone and a couple of minutes later she asked me to walk inside the office and walk to the corner office.
I knocked on the door and was asked to come in. I stepped into a swanky office of the editor in chief of one of the most influential and widely read newspapers in the country. His office was very well decorated with royal color schemes on the walls with a large glass desk in the middle of the room. One wall was covered in trophies which I guessed were earned over a remarkably long career and there was one wall covered with photos of him with the most influential personalities from around the world.
For a person who appeared to be influential, the man himself wasn’t. He was sitting in his chair but one could clearly guess he was fat and short with a rapidly balding head. Glasses rested over his large nose and I could smell the stench of cigarettes from 5 feet away. But still, being a journalist he was a sort of a hero for me.
Rising during the most turbulent political times in the country, he had risen to become a force himself and his persona and attitude itself dislayed it.
“You are Mira Chauhan right?” He asked me peeking at me through his thick glasses.
“Yes Sir.” I replied standing behind the chair. I was dressed for an interview, wearing a black pant suit and a white shirt under.
“Sit…Mr. Singh has referred you.” He said as he looked into the computer.
“Yes.” Was all I could say a the moment.
“Give me you CV.” He said as he extended his arm all the while staring at the computer. I silently handed him the folder containing my CV and other credentials.
He looked at my CV, reading it carefully before looking at me and then again looking down at the CV. He nodded his head a couple of times as he read my academic history before picking up athe telephone.
“Send Manisha.” He simply ordered the person on the other side and kept the phone down. A woman who I guessed was Manisha walked inside the office a minute latter.
“This is Ms. Mira Chauhan. She will work with us from tomorrow. Get her joining formalities done.” He ordered Manisha.
I watched stunned as not a single question was asked to me as to why I should be hired. I was hired straight away. I was pleasantly surprised and also found it a little insulting but what the heck! I thought and thanked my new boss before walking out of his office.
After trying hard for a year through the college and outside the college, I got a job on the word of just one man. This was the first time I truely realised the weight which Mr. Uday Singh carried and I was thoroughly impressed.
A couple of hours later I walked out of the office with the appointment letter to my new job. I was happy; happy would be an understatement I was ecstatic. My first job was going to be in the news paper I had always dreamed of.
As I was walking down the street, my cellphone rang. It was an unknown number which i generally avoided attending but today, what the heck, so I picked it up.
“Hello Mira…This is Uday.” I heard his baritonic voice at the other end.
“Hiii…Thank you so much…so much for the job sir. I will always be indebted to you for this gesture.” I alsmost squeeled through the phone. I was sure he must have pushed the phone away hearing my loud, high pitched voice.
“Hahaha…The pleasure is all mine.” He replied, amused at my reaction.
“This calls for a celebration Mira.” He said.
“Sure…just tell me when and where.” I said without thinking about it for a second.
“Ohh..well…how about at the Taj in an hour?” He asked.
“Uhhh…ohh….okay.” I replied, completely bowled over by his offer. In the heat of excitement I had offered to meet him, not expecting him to be serious at all but he actually was.
“Good…where are you right now?” He asked.
“Uhhh…just a couple of blocks away from the media house.” I replied and looked around. I felt as if he had eyes on me.
“Ok…wait there…There’ll be a car there in a few minutes to bring you to Taj.” He replied and cut the call.
Half an hour later we were at a restaurant in one of the plush hotels in the city. I was sitting on a small round table which could accomodate just 2 people. Uday was sitting opposite to me; wearing a white T shirt and a faded blue jeans, his folded sun glasses hanging off his collar. Clean shaven and hair neatly done he indeed looked more like a model than a politician.
I on the other hand had taken off my jacket and kept it on the extra chair at the side. My fabric of my white shirt was a tad bit ligter than usual and in the brightly lit restaurant, I was sure he could make out the black bra I was wearing underneath. I had kept the top two buttons of my shirt open which gave a tantalising view of my cleavage. The bra was a push up bra which perked up my already sizeable tits and made them prominent than usual. A delicate gold chain hung down my neck, resting an inch above my cleavage line. The white shirt, the contrasting black push up bra and the beautiful gold chain on my fair skin was a teaser to what lied beneath. I had not dressed up like this for Uday but for the editor but he didn’t bother checking me out so what the heck, at least I could use this trick on Uday.
This time we were far more casual to each other than the last time. Last time he was my father’s boss, helping me to get a job but since the last meeting I had noticed his lusty glances at me and this time I too had let down my hair a little and gave him space to maneuver. He was genuinely a laid back guy and had a good sense of humor but I made it a point to giggle and blush a little more than usual to his jokes and snippy comments. I knew this had an effect on guys.
“Are you married?” I asked him as I sipped on the beer in front of me.
“Why does that interest you?” He asked.
“No…I mean you are so much in the news but I have never heard about your wife.” I replied with a smile.
“I am married but my wife has been wheelchair bound for years. We have been married for 15 years but she has been physically challenged for 12 years. Her health doesn’t allow her to come in public and my life doesn’t allow me to stay away from public.” He replied. The moment he said that he was married I looked at his ring finger and there was no ring on it. That was perhaps a subtle signal that he was game.
“Ohhh…I am so sorry Mr. Singh.” I said as i bent foward and held his hand and gently squeezed it. I was aware that the deliberate move foward would give him an amazing view of my cleavage which I was sure was about to pop out of the tight bra. As I held his hand, he looked at me, his eyes showed that same glimpse of lust I had seen last night. I noticed that he stole glances at my cleavage which was exactly my intention. I gently tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear as I continued holding his hand. I knew that a beautiful young girl with her ample cleavage showing and doing such a delicate yet beautiful thing like tucking her hair her ear would break any man, not matter who he was.
“Call me Uday, Mira.” He said, looking into my eyes.
After giving him a good show for a few seconds I straightend up. He was snapped back a second later, mesmerised from what had just happened. I smiled at him, a smile which was a mix of naughty and innocent, something he’d have to figure out for a while.
We continued talking, sipping beer and munching on the snacks he would call for every now and them. The cleavage show wasn’t the last thing on my seduction plan. I snuck my foot up to his leg, brushing it gently. He was startled at the move which was clearly showing on his face. I apologised, trying to make it look accidental.
A minute later, my foot brushed his leg again and this time, he didn’t move an inch. This time he knew it was deliberate and his leg stayed put in his place. I looked at him and saw a knowing smile on his face to which I blushed. The game was on now I thought and I was sure he too was thinking the same.
We spent sometime there before he dropped me back to my house. Just like last night, I smiled and waved at him as he drove off. I went up to my apartment and collapsed on the couch. What a day it had been. I had just been hired in one of the widely read news papers, without even a proper interview, I had drink with a man like Uday Singh and I openly flirted with him. Whew!
I realised one thing which stood corrected. He helped me get a job but I wanted more. I knew he was very well connected and that meant he could be the ladder I need to climb up in life. What if I was bending some morals of my own but in this cruel, cut throat world, good guys always come last. It wasn’t as if I was a virgin or had taken a vow of celibacy; I had my share of flings and hook up and this would be just another in the list but this one would take me places. I had to do this!
“Good morning Beta.” My father said as soon as I picked up the call.
“Good morning Papa.” I replied, beaming with happiness. I wanted to tell my father about the job offer and how Uday had helped me to get it.
“You seem to be in a good mood. What is it?” He asked, immediately judging his dearest daughter’s elated tone.
“Dad I got a job…and you know where?” I replied as I went on to tell him about the interview.
“That’s great beta. But how did you get a call for the interview? And from what you’ve told me, it looks like if you already had the job and the interview was just a formality.” He said, his tone expressing a sense of doubt.
“That’s the best part. Uday Singh got me the job.” I replied. I thought my father would be happy knowing his former colleague had helped his daughter but I heard nothing from him.
“Dad….” I said, checking if the line was disconnected.
“Uday Singh…you mean Former Defence Minister Uday Singh?” He asked sternly.
“Yeah…you know him right?” I enquired. I felt strange hearing his tone, it sounded so apprehensive.
“A little too well.” He mumbled which at first I couldn’t understand but looking back I recollected it.
“What?….What dad?” I asked.
“Nothing beta. Congratulations on your new job and I hope you make a good career for yourself but keep in mind one thing.” He said sounding very serious.
“What is it dad?” I asked. I was getting nervous and I was a little sad as my dad went from congratulating me to warning me in a second.
“Be careful…Be careful of everything…especially Uday Singh.” He said. His voice sounded so stern; as if spelling doom.
“What do you mean dad?” I asked. I was now a little scared.
“Just remember my words. Keep me posted on everything. You mom and I will be back in a couple of months after Ria settles down with the baby.” He said before passing the phone to my mom.
I went through the mundane everyday conversation with my mom but I was a little shaken by what my dad said.
It had been a couple of months since I had started working at the office. I had made some new friends and had almost settled down. As a rookie I wasn’t getting the meatiest of the assignments and my days were spent with some senior journalist and other senior members in the office, trying to get a hold of real journalism.
I realised that the office was a kingdom and every senior journalist was a feudal lord in himself. They had spent years toiling and working on the field to get where they were and they wouldn’t let go an inch of their territory which I was trying to grab. I too wanted to make a mark but in all the editorial meetings we had each day, I was assigned menial jobs. Though I enjoyed working, but I was getting restless for a break.
One day I got a call from Uday’s secretary asking me to come to his residence. He told me the time and the address and asked me to be there on time. Her tone was very formal like any other secretary. I was kind of excited to meet Uday not just because I was attracted to him but perhaps one more meeting would throw me an opportunity worth grabbing.
I made up an excuse to my boss to sneak out of office which she fell for. I rushed to the ladies room where I freshened up. I looked around to check if no one was around and unbuttoned my shirt. I adjusted my bra clasped tits to perk them up before buttoning up. I applied mascara on my eyes and a dark red lip stick. I combed my hair and tied them with a clutch. I intended to let my hair loose in front of Uday but for now, I had to look professional.
I caught a cab a few blocks away from my office and told the driver the address. The whole way to Uday’s house, I kept thinking of our meeting at the hotel. I recalled how openly I had flirted with him and how he had welcomed my every move. But last time there was no one around and this time I was going to his house. His wife, his staff, everyone would be there to see so I couldn’t use the open flirting trick but I had to try something subtle yet effective.
I reached the address and got off the cab. I told the security guard at the gate of my appointment and I was let in after a thorough check. The house was a good 100 meteres from the gate and the path was surrounded by greenery. Tall trees cast a cool shadow on the path and I could hear the birds chirping from the trees. Neatly trimmed shrubs decorated the banks of the path on both sides of the path, there were vast lawns of fresh green grass. This sprawling estate stood right in in the middle of the biggest city in India. Outside the gate, the sounds of the city filled the air but inside it was a different world in itself.
The house itself was huge. Built in a fusion of colonial and traditional Indian architecural design, it stood majestically in the middle of the estate. I could make out that the back yard of the house was far larger and more beautiful than the front yard. There were several cars lined up near the house with a few people standing near them. I could see a few cops near the house standing in attention with their rifles at their sides, keeping a close watch on the activities around the house. The estate, the house, the armed guards and everything else about the place screamed the presence of someone important.
I walked up to the front of the house before I was stopped again. My credentials were checked along with my stuff. I had to go through a metal detector and a host of other security measures before I stepped inside the house.
Before I met Uday I wanted to check myself and I hurriedly walked to the washroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I unbottened the top two buttons of my shirt, just like the other day and then let my hair loose. I smiled even more as I saw myself in the mirror, thinking of how Uday would react.
As I stepped into the lobby of the vast mansion, I was greeted by a lady. She introduced herself as Naina, Uday’s personal secretary. Dressed in a pink silk saree, with a touch of elegantly done make up adoring her face along with her speech and mannerish, she looked polished. She appeared to be in her mid to late thirties but she looked much younger. Her body was on the plus side but no one could dare call her fat. Her ample bosoms hid behind the blouse and the neetly worn pallu of her saree. Her hips were wide and her ample but swayed and jiggled with each step she took forward. All in all…she was what boys would call a MILF.
She took me to a room and asked me to sit for a while till Uday is free from his meeting. I nodded in agreement and she left. I looked around the room and it looked it a study room. Instead of walls, the room appeared to have book shelfs covering it. The shelfs were lined from left to right and top to bottom with books, some of which i realised were classics and cost a fortune to acquire.
A large wooden table and a plush antique arm chair stood at one corner of the room and the ceiling had a beautiful crystal chandelier. Apart from the 3 bookshelf walls, there was a large glass window which acted as the fourth wall. The view outside was magnificent with a vast green lawn, fountain in the middle of it and a few trees on the fringes. The edges of the lawn was marked by ornamental shrubs and plants with beautiful blossoming flowers. I also saw a couple of peacocks walking around in the garden freely. The whole place, the whole set up seemed out of the world.
In many ways I was being shown what Uday was capable of and what wast wealth and power he held. First I was given a job without an interview and now I was in the most beautiful house that I had seen. Amazed I walked around the room, watching and observing every minute detail of the well thought and intricately decorated house.
“Hi Mira…Sorry to have kept you waiting.” Uday said as he walked into the room.
“No…no problem. The beautiful room and the splended view outside kept me busy. Quite a place you have here.” I replied with a gentle smile.
“Haha…Thanks. This place was bought by my father and I spent many a days of my childhood here. When I recall my childhood and I do so vividly, I recall how this place was far more simpler yet so beautiful than what it is today.” He said as he looked out of the glass window and then a moment later at me.
“Hmmm…so why did you want to meet me?” I asked him.
“Nothing specific; just wanted to meet you.” He said casually.
“Ohh…ok…” I replied and blushed a little. He went to the table and picked up the phone and called for some tea and snacks before walking back to me.
“So how is the job? I hope you’re doing well.” He enquired.
“Yeah…it is great. I am learning the ropes and still have some time before I can actually take on serious assignments but…..” I replied trailing off.
“But???…” He asked.
“It’s like I want to do some real reporting you know. I can’t go the usual way and I want to cut the learning curve which I know I can.” I replied sounding a little frustrated.
“Haha…you are quite ambitious. Good for you. But what is the real reporting you want to do.” He asked sounding amused.
“You know… some real journalism. Something that will be first page stuff.” I replied.
“Hmmm…I can’t think of anything like that for now but I have an idea that will help you get some of that real journalism you want.” He said.
“And what is that?” I asked curiously. This is it. This was so easy; I was again going to get what I wanted to effortlessly.
“Have you ever done an interview?” He asked as he sat on the table and asked me to sit on the chair next to his.
“Not in real but I have done some during my college days.” I replied.
“Hmmm…How about you interview me?” He stated his offer very casually.
“Really….seriously!!!” I said, almost jumping out of my chair in excitement.
“Yeah….I haven’t given a one on one interview in months so that takes care of my need and your first interview too.” He replied with that charming smile.
“B..But I am not at all prepared. I don’t have any questions for you to ask.” I replied. Interview was the last thing I thought I’d be offered. I thought this meeting would be a just meet and greet.
“Dont worry about that….” He said as he flapped his hand around dismissively. He picked up the phone and called Naina. A few seconds later, Naina walked into the room.
“Naina…can you get the questions we thought off the other day for my interviews.” He said to which she smiled and nodded before walking out.
I was stunned. I thought that journalists work hard on composing the most tricky, hard hitting set of questions and most of them really do but I didn’t know that politicians too keep a ready set of questions they’d liked to be asked.
“The questions are kept ready because we want to keep the news focused on some particular issues. It is a political strategy…relax.” He said calmly.
The tea and snacks arrived and were served in a very fine and expensive looking crockery. A minute later, Naina walked back with the set of questions which I would ask him for the interview.
“Do you have a recording device?” He asked as he handed me the questions. I just dumbly nodded my head sideways as a No.
“Naina…can you get her cell phone from the security?” He asked her.
“Yes Mr. Singh.” She relplied before walking out of the room.
“You must have the answers ready too?” I teased him.
“I can’t dictate you the answers. They are free flowing thoughts and not a prepared speech.” He said before we both erupted into laughter.
Naina walked back in to the room and handed me my cellphone which would now be used to record the interview. Naina walked back out the room and we were all alone in the big room to do the interview.
All I had to do was switch on the voice recorder and read the questions and he would give his answers; I did so perfectly. The answers, just like the questions seemed to be well prepared and he went on effortlessly trashing the current government for issues across the board.
We did the interview over the delicous, hot masala tea and the savory snacks and soon the round of questions was over. I was elated that I had something in my hands that would help me step up the curve at work. I was desperate to run back to office and show this to my boss but I also wanted to stay back with Uday....

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[Blue Bull]

Wearing a white kurta and a pajama he looked stunningly handsome. A day old stubble and a pair of thin framed glasses to add to it, made him irresistable. He was dressed like any other Indian politician but this rustic look couple with his personality would make him stand out of the political crowd.
The interview was over but we continued talking. Random stuff seemed interesting and his wit and charm seriously bowled me over. Add to it the grandeur and the elegance of his house itself was a projection of his power and I was sure that any girl or woman in my place would get weak in the knees.
“The world knows about you as a politician, but who are you in real life. What is your philosphy of life….love…women?” I asked him candidly. The question was followed by a very knowing smile, first from me and then from him after hearing the question.
“Haha..I’ll tell you about my philosophy provided this is strictly off the record.” He replied.
“Yes of course…you don’t have to worry about that.” I replied trying to shrug off his worries. I knew in politics, image was everything esepcially for a politician like Uday who had a very good image in public. He told me about his personal life, his likes, the struggle with his married life before winding down the to the last part of my question; Women.
“A man is known and respected by the company of women he keeps. Beautiful women make a beautiful life.” He said as he turned to face me. He was standing a couple of feet away from me.
I looked up at him towering above me. I could feel the tension rise in the room. The choice of his words in that bartione voice made me tremble. I knew the comment was directed at me and he realised it had the desired effect.
“Let me summarise the philosphy of life. Drink the finest scotch, smoke the smoothest cigars, drive the fastest cars and spend hours in the arms ofa beautiful woman. I have all those in my house right now…including a beautiful woman right in front of me.” He said as he stepped foward, now standing very close to me. Looking deep into my eyes, he placed his hand on my shoulder.
I shuddered at his touch, my lips trembled and I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes to look up at him as I felt his other hand gently hold my waist. I was aroused…so aroused that unknowingly bit my lip stick smeared lower lip. That was the signal Uday was waiting for and he squeezed my waist which made me draw a sharp breath in before sighing.
His right hand gently caressed my shoulder and arm before moving up to my cheek. He gently caressed my cheek, my ear before slowly running his hand through my hair while he gently pulled me closer to him. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I felt his large, rough hands caress me so very gently. I felt his thumb on lip as it traversed across its length. As he slowly moved his thumb across my lip, I felt it spreading open my lips a little before the tip of his thumb slipped into mouth through my parted lips.
As I felt his thumb touch my teeth, I parted them to allowing him slip his thumb futher into my mouth. His thumb touched my tongue and I instinctively swirled my tongue around it and bit it lightly. I heard him moan in delight, happy with how things were going and realising that I was no prudish girl.
He pulled out his thumb from my mouth which made me open my eyes. I looked up to him and realised that he was lowering his face towards mine. I was already lost in the sea of lust and knowing that his lips were about to touch mine, made me sink deeper.
I waited in anticipation and just that one second felt so cruel but the reward following was worth the torture. I felt his lips touch mine and I sighed instinctively. He slowly moved his lips over mine, gently caressing them resulting in my breaths getting deeper and my heart beating faster. He caressed my lips with his a couple of times before parting my lips with his before they locked together.
I felt a surge of blood rush through my head and felt dizzy as I literally melted into my arms. My knees felt very weak and I thought I would fall but his arm wrapped it self around my waist and pulled me closer before his lips tightened around mine. Our lips were locked in a kiss for a couple of seconds before I felt his moving. I too began moving my lips and we were soon engaged in frantic kissing right in his house, by the large glass window. He ran his hand through my hair as he kissed me deeper making me moan in his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
I felt his hand run down my shoulder and rest on my left tit before squeezing it. I moaned loudly, my moans muffled by his mouth but still quite audible. A moment later I felt his hand unbuttoning my shirt. My pulse quickened with each button being opened. In the silence of the room, I could her our thumping heart beats, our deep breaths and the distinct clicking sounds of the buttons of my shirt opening.
“Uhhmm…Hmmm.” We heard Naina clearing her throat as a signal for us to stop. Shocked, I immediately pulled away and turned around when I realised that my shirt was parted and my bra was visible. Visibly embarrassed I hurriedly tried to dress and compose myself.
“Sir..your next meeting is about to start.” She said in a very calm and composed tone.
“Okay…I will be there in a minute.” Uday replied and Naina nodded her head and left.
He looked at me for a moment before saying goodbye and walked out of the room. I stood there alone in the room still reeling from what had just happened. The day started off as a normal one with nothing out of the ordinary to anticipate and now I was in the house of one of the most powerful men in the country and just a minute ago, our mouths were locked to each other. A good minute later I realised I had to leave and walked out quietly, first out of the room and then out of the house.
The whole incident, right from the moment he stepped closed to me played again and again in my mind before I realised that there was something else to that I had with me; his exlusive interview.
The interview gave me exactly what I wanted. I was propelled from being a rookie to a serious full timer in just a few weeks. In the daily editorial meetings I was no longer assigned random tasks but was now being handed the better assignments than before.
Since I had started working, I was almost like an intern, attending to one senior journalist daily. I would tag along with them and observe how they worked and did the mundane and random work like proof reading their articles and other stuff. Even though I had learned a lot but my ambition prevented me from taking baby steps.
People perhaps knew that I got the interview because I was connected to Uday but I didn’t care. I had the interview and no one else. The editor ordered the interview to be printed on the first page and it just exploded from there on.
The interview was a new political attack on the ruling party. It was a new political strategy that Uday’s party had adopted to corner the already wafer thin alliance of the ruling government. The interview went viral and it was read and mentioned everywhere. The rival news papers also cashed in on the interview further probing the new strategy adopted by Uday’s party. Uday was suddenly on a lot of news shows and debates.
I knew the interview was going to create waves rather than ripples when I was actually recording Uday speaking but at the time my attention was on something else. I was more attentive towards Uday’s physical ques and him in person. In a way I was absent mindedly asking the pre fabricated questions and recording his pre meditated answers.
Even as I was basking in the glory of the fame I was receiving, the most distinct memory of that day was not the interview but the few minutes we spent in each other’s arms as our mouths explored each other.
I could still feel the tingle in my body as I recalled his hand moving over my shoulder, my neck, my cheek and his other arm gently wrapping itself around me. I could still smell the fragrance of his aftershave and his cologne and would send goosebumps in body. I felt so safe, so wonderful, so small in his arms that I cooed and squirmed just thinking about it.
I spent that night and subsequent nights in my bed alone, naked, fingering my wet cunt and toying with my engorged clit. Squeezing my swollen tit hard and moaning to the point of screaming, the images of the evening flashed rapidly in front of my closed eyes like a movie. At first one finger..then two and finally 3 of my slender fingers stuffed my wet, throbbing pussy.
With my eyes closed I not just recalled the kiss but also the fantasized what could be. I imagined both of us naked on the table of that room; a naked me and a naked him going at each other like it was the last day of our lives. I imagined him taking me in the most perverse yet arousing ways orgamsed my way to sleep.
What turned me on even more was that we shared that moment in a quite corner of his house which was full of armed guards, his personal staff and most of all his wife. Now, I am no man snatcher but the idea of conquering new territory did in a very nasty way turn me on a lot.
I was ecstatic on one hand but my father’s warning the other day flashed in my mind too. I was conflicted; Uday’s image in public was very good. He was known as a family man, a role model for the country. I too did not have any bad experiences with him. He gave me a job and my first serious break.
I had kissed him and made out with him but I was partly responsible for it. He might have started it but I led him on clearly with some obvious flirting. A part of me was worried about the path I was walking down but another part of me, the dominant part pushed me ahead down the same path.I resigned to fate and decided to cross the bridge when and if it comes.
Even though I was now getting busier with work but a part of me always craved Uday’s company; not just because I could steal some kinky moments with him but also every meeting with Uday propelled my career forward. I would find myself looking at my phone waiting for his or his secretary’s call or a message and I waited for patiently and I got the call one day.
“Hi Mira.” Uday said over the other end of the phone. This was the first time he had directly called me. All the previous times his secretary but this time Uday himself had called me and I realised that he too was into this deep.
“Hi Uday…you’ve been quite busy with the sessions in the Parliament.” I replied, very happy to have heard his voice in weeks.
“Yes…work demands that but you’ve been on my mind a lot.” He replied, finding the right words to charm a young girl
“Really…Awww…so when are we going to meet.” I asked him, eager to know if he would be free.
“Tonight. My secretary will call you but you have to do what she tells you to and ask no questions.” He said stating the conditions for the meeting.
“What do you mean? What will she make me do?” I asked. I was puzzled at the peculiar kind of request.
“Don’t worry. She is going to be there to help you prepare for tonight.” He replied reassuringly.
“Prepare for what?” I asked.
“Wait for tonight and you’ll know. I have to go now and you wait for Naina’s call.” He replied before disconnecting the call.
I was quite puzzled at what he had said. What did he intend to do with me tonight? He did not give any details besides mentioning an event tonight. I recalled our last meeting in a flash and I only recalled the kiss and nothing else.
Being a Saturday I was going to go home early and perhaps Uday knew about it. The whole day I kept thinking of what was going to happen in the evening. The mystery, the suspense turned me on as I started visualising all the perverse possibilities.
Just as he had said, his secretary Naina called me in the afternoon. She said a package would be delivered to me in an hour. She instructed me not to open the package in public but only in privacy. That one line itself made me leak a little. The suspense grew even more as I kept running the permutations and combinations about what the package could contain and what could happen in the evening.
Just as she had said, I received a package at the reception of my office. I quickly collected it and went back to my desk. I was so tempted to open it then and there but I was reminded of Naina’s clear instructions of not opening it in public.
I spent the remaining hours at work like a zombie. I was physically present but mentally, I was in wonderland. Very grudgingly I finished my work for the day and rushed back home. I rushed up the stairs and very hurriedly opened the door.
I rushed inside my apartment and I threw my bag on the couch and almost ran to the bedroom. As soon I was in the bedroom, I took out the package from the plastic bag that held it. It was a nicely gift wrapped box and was quite large in size. I turned it around a couple of times before I noticed a small paper tag on it. On the paper tag was a personal message by Uday which read. ‘I hope you like it.’....

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[Blue Bull]

That message enticed me further and I literally tore open the wrapping and the box to find a black dress and a pair of black stiletto heel shoes. There was another small packet inside and when I opened it was I surprised and massively turned on. It was a pair of black thongs of the really expenses sorts. I was surprised at his brazenness but he kind of read my mind. I always pictured myself wearing a fancy set of lingerie if I was wearing the kind of clothes he chose for me.
I picked out the dress and held it in front of me, letting it unravel as it flowed down. It was a beautiful black evening gown. I quickly stood in front of the mirror and held dress against my body, gauging and judging how it would look on me. I had never worn an evening gown; on all previous formal occasions I had worn sarees or other traditional Indian wear and now I felt a tad bit uncomfortable but a great deal of delight that I was going to try something new.
I quickly closed the windows and drew the curtains. Standing in front of the mirror I spun around, checking myself out before even I wore the new dress that I had been gifted. I grabbed the hemline of my T shirt with my arms crossed before pulling it over my head. With a gentle tug, my shirt popped over my head and I threw it next to the dress on the bed. My hair was dishelved by the shirt and I quickly ran my hands through it to set it. I was always proud of my hair which were naturally straight and I had girls always asking me if the auburn color of my hair was natural.
I cupped my C cup bra clasped breasts and weighed them a little and smile proudly knowing how god had been generous to me. I am thin girl, not skinny but thin and my un-proportionately large breasts always stood out irrespective of what I wore. I was almost immune to men staring at my chest and I had noticed that even women stared at my chest sometimes, perhaps enticed or jealous of the pair of juggs I possessed.
My trim shoulders gave way to a pair of slender arms and small and delicate pair of hands which had been perfectly manicured. I was always complemented on how soft my hands felt and how I had baby hands. At times I felt irritated but on the right times, I felt elated when people commented on my hands. My shoulders gave way to a enticingly beautiful pair of collar bones which protruded just a little. My collar bones had been a centre of attraction as my previous lovers always kissed and sucked on them before kissing their way down to my boobs.
I brought right hand behind my back and snapped the bra hook open. I slid the bra straps off my shoulders and pulled the garment off my chest and it too joined my T shirt on the bed. I unbuttoned the jeans and pulled down the zipper before digging my fingers and pulling down my jeans and the panty in one swift downward tug.
I ran my hand through my clean shaven mound and I noticed a faint wetness. I had been generally aroused for quite a few days but since I had received Uday’s call I was feeling a constant tingling in my pussy. I smiled naughtily as to how I was wet down there. As my hand brushed my exposed clit, I shivered and at that moment I thought of just jamming my finger inside my pussy and relieve myself but I remember that I had undressed to try the dress and not masturbate.
I picked up the dress and checked it again before I wore it over my body. The dress had built in cups for the breasts which just propped and pushed up my already large boobs. The strapless dress exposed my elegant shoulders and my ample cleavage which would make eyes pop.
I checked myself out in the mirror and kept admiring the dress and myself for several minutes. I felt like I was preparing for the high college prom all over again. I wore the stilettos which fit me perfectly. The four inch heels not only made me look taller but it made my ass look spectacular.
I could now feel my pussy getting wetter to the point of leaking. I immediately took of the shoes and the dress and collapsed on the bed. I was completely naked on the bed as I closed my eyes and let my fingers slowly caress my pussy. I sighed as I caressed my clit and the labia. Instinctively, my other hand gently cupped my left breast.
“Aaahh….” I moaned as my finger slid inside my pussy and slowly went further till it went all the way. I pinched my nipple gently as my finger now started moving in an out of my pussy and my thumb flicked my clit. With each stroke, my moaning got louder and louder to the point that I was screaming. Just imagining stuff with Uday made me so horny, I wondered what would I do if it really happened.
As the orgasm subsided I wiped my sweating body and my went cunt and then went for a shower. The anticipation for the evening was building up and I could feel that weird feeling you get in the gut when you know something is about to happen.
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I got out of the car right in front of the hotel lobby. Uday had sent a car for me and I didn’t have to do anything else. The driver knew where to take me but didn’t tell me when I asked him. It was revealed when I reached the hotel. It was the newest, swankiest five star hotel in town. The property was managed by an International chain of hotels with collaboration with a local construction magnate.
Ever since it was built a year ago, this hotel was the toast of the town. The most happening events and the parties took place right here and the city’s who’s who would mingle around with each other on many occasions.
As I entered the lobby, I saw Naina. She greeted me with a warm smile before escorting me to the elevator. She was wearing a sky blue evening gown which stuck to the contours of her plus sized figured body. Now I had seen Naina before and by plus size I don’t mean fat but she was deliciously plum. I had heard from many men that they loved their women a little thick and Naina was an embodiment of that woman. Like the last time, I quietly followed her, but I couldn’t miss her swaying hips and that inviting butt. Her hair this time was let loose and flowed down the to the middle of her back which added to her allure and beauty.
“What is the occasion?” I asked her as soon as we got into the elevator.

“It is a just a party.” She replied, divulging no further details. I simply kept quite stood in the elevator which kept moving up floor after floor. With a loud ping the elevator door opened. We both stepped out and I realised this was a penthouse floor.
The typical corridors of the hotel were no where to be seen; but a large door to the end of the lounge. There were a few beautiful paintings on the walls outside the elevator. A beautiful wooden table with with a white china vase stood near the door. There were two large men in suits in front of the door standing guard; their eyes covered with sun glasses and small ear pieces plugged into their ears. I could make out the contours of their gun holsters from over their suits and I knew this was no ordinary party.
Naina escorted me to the door and the men opened the door without uttering a word. As I entered the room, I was greeted by Uday. He was dressed in a black tuxedo and a bow tie which made him look so fucking hot. It reminded me of Arnold Schwarzenegger from the opening scene of his movie True Lies.
“Good evening Mira.” He said as he gently held my hand and kissed it. I blushed a little and was bowled over by his charm and suave. All the men that I had known and was involved with, no one ever was so delicate and gentlemanly with me and this was the first for me.
“I am dressed in an evening gown, you are dressed in a tuxedo; What is this all about.” I enquired. I hoped at least now I’d be told.
“This is just a party of my group.” He said as he held my hand and started walking inside the room. I quietly followed and Naina followed me as we walked through the lobby into the main portion of the penthouse.
The place was huge and absolutely beautiful. The walls were dbangd with beautiful cream coloured wall paper with beige coloured curtains covering the windows. There were several pieces of Victorian furniture arranged around the room and a giant crystal chandelier covered the white ceiling.
The chandelier shone its light in the entire room, illuminating it and making it look more graceful and beautiful. I saw a few people standing in the room which would be the size of a small banquet. Holding glasses of drinks, some champagne, others wine and scotch, they were dressed as formally and elegantly as we were.
As we walked towards them, they noticed us and turned to face us. I noticed all eyes were on me and I didn’t fail to notice that they were looking at me and Uday holding hands.
“Ladies and Gentleman, meet our new friend, Mira Chauhan.” Uday said as he gently pulled me forward to face everyone. The people smiled at me and raised their glasses as an acknowledgement. I felt a bit awkward but I didn’t let it show on my face and smiled as graciously as I could.
Uday walked me over to them and a round of introductions started. As I was introduced to the group I realised that the most prominent personalities of not just the city but the entire nation were there. I was first introduced to the film star couple Naved and Riya, who were considered the royalty of the film industry, then a few industrialist who featured regularly in the Forbes list of richest people, then there were media honchos but the most surpirsing person that I met in the group was Rajveer Singh, a regional political scion who’s party was a part of the current coalition government.
“Don’t be surprised. There are no permanent friends or enemies in politics.” Uday whispered into my ears as he noticed my surprise. I knew something was brewing but chose not to speak about it.
As I mingled with the group, my awkwardness receded and I felt comfortable. Being Uday’s plus one, the elite group also warmed up to me. I could notice all the men check me out at every opportunity they got, shaking hands with me longer than required and their eyes wandering away from my face and onto my body, especially my cleavage.
I realised that irrespective of what your position in society was, every man is a horny, hungry wolf in disguise. But I didn’t mind the attention I was getting, whether it was the verbal or the optical attention, I knew I had broken into the most powerful lobby in the country.
I spent a little more time with Naved & Riya and I was like a smitten fan in their presence. I blushed visibily as Naved spoke to me and I noticed how he was showering me with praises and how he too was in turn smitten by me. I could just feel it. But the most surprising fact was that Riya was equally praising me and I noticed those praises weren’t the innocent ones. That sent a shiver up my spine.
The drinks flowed and the party soon wandered away from its formal nature to a more casual one. The music started playing and the group slowly started grooving to the rhythm and the beat. The men first started dancing and the women followed and soon, the room turned into a dance floor.
The booze kept flowing and the music kept getting louder as each and everyone of us shook a leg on the dance floor. The music was typical punjabi dance music which made the tipsier men and women dance harder. The champagne and the scotch gave way to Vodka and Tequila and the party just got wilder from there on. I was having a blast, partying in the presence of the richest and the most powerful men and women in the country. I let my hair down and enjoyed myself.
Suddenly the lights went off and the beat got louder. The DJ console was the only thing lighting the room, turning the room into a dance floor. High on booze and spirit, we were all dancing, slowly drawing closer and closer as the make shift dance floor got smaller and smaller; the oldie industrialists too were shaking a leg.
As I was dancing, I felt a hand graze my butt. I didn’t notice it at first but then it grazed again. I turned around to see Uday standing right behind me. He had taken off his jacket and his tie and was now in just his shirt. I smiled at him, realising that it was he who was feeling me up.
Encouraged he pulled me closer and we started dancing to the beat. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me closer. I felt his hands slide down and I yelped as he squeezed my butt. My yelp was drowned in the loud music and I was sure no one noticed it.
I felt his large hand caress my butt a little before he slapped it, right in front of his guests. I yelped again and almost jumped into his arms. He grabbed me and turned me around and stood closer as we danced. I coud noticeably feel his erection poking my butt and I didn’t provide any respite as I started grinding my ass against his erection.
As I moved up and down, I could feel his erection getting stronger. His hands moved from my waist up, inch after inch before I felt them cup my tits. I sighed and closed my eyes and pressed myself against him as he fondled my tits in public.
I opened my eyes to see if anyone was looking at us but I didn’t see anyone staring at us but all the people were simply too drunk to notice our little foreplay right next to them. I noticed, Naved, Riya and Rajveer dancing a little too close to each other and I wondered what was that but my attention was drawn as I felt Uday squeezing my tits now.
I moaned before closing my eyes and let Uday do the rest. I slowly slide my hand between us and ran it over his erection. I noticed him shiver and squeeze my tits a little harder in response. I too squeezed his cock and he responded similarly with my tits. Our little play was getting intense and was far from subtle but I was beyond the point of caring.
The dancing continued well into the night and to the point where everyone was on the verge of collapsing. I was surprised at the drinking stamina that each of them had irrespective of whether it was a man or a woman. The whole time Uday and I kept squeezing and pressing each other and I even had a small orgasm right on the dance floor. I was sure he would take me to a bedroom and fuck me crazy but that sadly that did not happen. When the music stopped and the lights came on again, I saw a bunch of boozed up, groggy eyed men and women too tired to carry on.
We heard the calls for dinner and we moved to the dinner table. A big buffet of the most delicious assortment of dishes was served and all of us feasted on the food. The food was followed again my some drinks. The drinks just didn’t stop flowing.
The dinner was done and I looked at my watch, it was way past midnight, infact it was 2 am in the morning. The party was done and the boozed up guests were about to leave. All of them warmly hugged me and complimented me and I didn’t fail to get the visiting cards from each and every one of them.....

Contd...

[Blue Bull]

The political situation in the country was fast changing. The alliance government was a mash up of the small regional parties, each having it’s own regional satrap, a political heavy weight.

The wafer thin alliance that formed out of the need to keep Uday’s party out of power and get itself in power was loosing pace. The idea of an alternative, a change in the political scene of the country wasn’t holding water.

The idea of the grand alliance seemed doomed from the very beginning. Rifts emerged in the alliance, right from choosing the Prime Minister to allocating key ministerial portfolios. The bureaucratic yes men lobbied for their posts, aligning themselves with leaders who served their interests best.

The ruling alliance was led by Bhagwati Prasad, the current Prime Minister. The octogenarian was a Gandhian by value and a Spartan by lifestyle. Early age entrant into politics, he emerged as a strong man politician from the grass root. His image with the public and his peers was that of a man with impeccable integrity and excellent management skills.

His soft spoken mannerisms and friends across the political spectrum was what made the alliance choose him as its Prime Minister. But even for all his good qualities, the ground under him was slipping. The political vultures from his own party and the opposition, some of them his one time proteges were getting out of control.

Each regional leader was either vying for a ministry for himself or his chosen man. Governance took a back seat and regional, caste and religion based politics came to the fore. The Central Government started loosing sense of the centrality and turned more and more federal or rather feudal with a feudal lord from each state (fiefdom) trying to pip the other to the top.

Political equations were changing everyday, political breaking news coming in every few hours and journalists like me were having a field day. During this hotchpotch of political dramas, many state elections were declared. Most of these were governed by the members of the grand alliance. These states not only contributed significantly to the tally of MP’s to the Lower House of the Parliament but also gave a sizeable contribution to the Upper House.

The party that ruled these states had a shot at the Capital and everyone, right from the political leaders and pundits, to industry tzars, to media and print journalists, right up to the common man on the street knew this. And this is where my interview with Uday worked.

The interview had become a hot topic everywhere in the country. Many news channels and papers, including mine took the topics mentioned in the interview further which propelled Uday further.

His appeal was spreading from the urban rich to the rural poor. He was in the news….He was the news. Overnight he emerged as a strong contender within his own party and had gained enough weight to go politically super critical. For a man who had spent only a decade in active politics, He had come a long way and his political juggernaut seemed unstoppable.

He was fast emerging as the star campaigner for his party, addressing rallies across the poll bound states and I, his secret mistress had a front row view of his rise. As a member of his press corps, I had a the privileged insight in the happenings everyday, every hour and every minute.

Uday rode in like a rock star making an entry to the rally in a helicopter. The masses watched in awe, covering their eyes from the dust that rose from the descending chopper. I knew the rising dust was a sign of a political storm brewing but chose to go with the flow because, this was just another chance to propel my fledgling career.

Massive rallies were organised in the poll bound states. Thousands attended, many out of curiosity and many bribed with 500 bucks and biryani into attending but whatever the methods, whether biryanis or not, the rallies were having an impact.

Uday and his party were everywhere in the news. The 24 hour news channels and their over zealous reporters beamed his rallies live. I on the other hand catered to the print media readers and my daily coverage of the campaign was catching attention.

Uday’s political stock was rising, hitting upper circuit everyday but the trade didn’t stop and a clear bull pattern emerged. Whereas the ruling alliance’s stock was in a free fall, close to being de-listed by the people.

My articles were on the first page every day with detailed analysis on the inner pages. For a 24 year old, this was sign of my arrival. I spent hours in the choppers, the media convoys and the front row seats where I’d see, listen and observe Uday as he bowled over the population.

Days were spent chasing Uday across the states where he addressed rallies, held road shows and mingled with the general populace. Every photo opportunity was capitalised to the max and his campaign was covered extensively, to the point, even being discussed on social media. His PR machinery was into overdrive, cashing in on every opportunity to highlight him.

My evenings were spent writing reports and sending them to my editor for the next day’s publication and my nights were spent behind the closed doors of Uday’s private and overly guarded rooms where I pleasured him and got pleasured by him.

He was like a machine; leaving before sunrise, working all day and fucking me all night with just a couple of hours of sleep in between. With him I too worked like a machine, covering his campaign all day and getting fucked by him all night. We showed no signs of fatigue during the day and especially during then night.

On one such night, Uday and I were in the bed, naked between the sheets. He was sitting with his head resting against the headboard. I was lying next to him, my head resting over his stomach and my mouth sucking on his cock.

We were both facing the wall mounted TV which was a couple of feet away from the bed. The news channel was on and as with like with each election season, opinion polls were being displayed and discussed.

Uday flipped the channels every now and then and watched each news channel discussing the same thing. What was the most interesting thing about the opinion poll? His party was clearly the winner in all the poll bound states. The political commentators were crediting him with the undeclared mandate and the opposition was trashing the opinion polls as usual.

Apart from the news in which my man was emerging the winner, I noticed that Uday’s cock was unusually hard and was oozing pre-cum. Now I know I am a blowjob champ but I had never felt his cock behaving like this ever. I noticed that each time he saw his perceived victory being flashed on the TV, his cock would twitch.

Every time the news anchor said his name, his cock would twitch. I wasn’t the only thing making him hard; it was the lust for victory, power, the authority that was turning him on. A bell rung in my head about his narcissistic, psychophantic behavior but I wasn’t complaining at the moment because I had a hard, cum oozing cock to suck on.

“Enough with ego inflation. Fuck me now.” I said as I stradled him, blocking the view of the tv. I straightened his cock and aligned it with my pussy before slowly sliding down on it. I closed my eyes and sighed as always as his thick cock pierced my already wet and waiting pussy.

Uday, already high and turned on from the percieved victory and the sincere blowjob, pulled me down, grabbed my ass and started fucking me from underneath.

“Aaahhhh…yeaahhh…Aah..Aahh..Aaahhh.” I screamed as he went into overdrive from the very beginning. The sound of his big beautiful balls slapping against my ass reverberated through the room, rivalling the howls of the overzealous news anchors on TV. I knew, his entourage in the neighbouring rooms were having a sleepless night, hearing my screams through the thin hotel walls. The thought itself made me cum and I screamed loudly as I came.

I slid of his sweaty body and assumed my position as his bitch. With me beautifully positioned on my fours, he kneeled behind me. I felt his hairy thighs brush against my smooth, soft inner thighs, tickling them. He stuffed his cock back inside it’s rightful place and started pounding me.

I spent the next several minutes on my fours, wincing, squirming, moaning and screaming as he fucked me. My hair was pulled, my tits were squeezed, my ass was spanked, my shoulders bitten and everything else imaginable happened which I thoroughly enjoyed and expressed through loud satisfactory orgasms. When he was close to cumming, I kneeled in front of him and sucked him off till he came in my mouth. He loved it when I swallowed a mouthful of his jizz and I obliged every time including this time.

As we settled down after cleaning ourselves, Uday handed me a dossier. I opened it and started reading and a couple of minutes later stared at him with wide eyes.

“This is about Marwah!” I yelled in utter disbelief. Marwah was one of the biggest industrialists in the country. Named in the Forbes magazine year after year, he was the richest man in the country and one of the richest men in the world but the things about him in the dossier were far from flattering.

“Yeah.” He replied nonchalantly as he lit a cigarette and sat on the couch near the bed.

“But isn’t Marwah aligned to the ruling coalition?” I asked as I dug my eyes back in to the dossier.

Marwah was traditionally a pro establishment industrialist, aligning with the party in power. In fact, this is how he came to build his vast business empire. However, he was at loggerheads with Uday’s party when they it was in power over several business initiatives.

The word goes that some in the previous government asked for a cut. Now Marwah wasn’t averse to sharing but the share demanded was something Marwah couldn’t digest. The conflict had been brewing in the underbelly of politics and business but eventually spilled over into the public domain.

Marwah refused the overtures and they had a fallout. The cozy bed was broken and a feud ensued. This rift caused Marwah to pledge his allegiance to the alliance. It was his money that was fuelling the current government.

“You are a smart girl.” He replied as he tapped the ash in to the tray.

“But I don’t think this is incriminating enough to stick.” I said.

“I don’t want him to go to prison honey…I just want to bring him over to my side…the winning side.” He said as he burned out the cigarette and sat on the bed next to me.

“This is going to be in day after’s edition.” He said as he pushed me on my back on the bed. I simply nodded yes and spread my legs as he got between them.

“Aaahhh…Yesss…” I arched my back and sighed as he pushed his cock inside me.


I got the Marwah Scandal story. The story had just the right amount of political juice to nourish my needs of a fast track career. The story broke in the edition day after and a whole lot of trouble started for Marwah. His stock started crashing, his PR machinery went into overdrive to undo the damage done, exactly what Uday wanted.

Even though, I wasn’t personally present in the meeting, but I learned that Uday and Marwah reached an agreement and Marwah switched over to Uday’s party. With Marwah’s alliance, Uday’s campaign coffers started ringing.

The cash needed for the massive campaign plan was finally in place. After Marwah, other industrialists followed suit and soon, several chambers of commerce and industry were endorsing Uday openly as a messiah the nation needed.

His appeal with the urban populace started growing day after day. It was exactly what the urban youth wanted to hear. A young, dynamic leader who could steer the economy out of trouble and usher in a new era of vibrant economic growth, an era where they’d have jobs and if they had one already, a better paying job would follow.

As the campaigns got closer, Uday got busier. He was completely immersed in his campaign, addressing rallies, giving interviews, mingling with the people and appearing as the good guy amongst the other political ogres. When he was alone, he would be surrounded by his PR guys, his campaign managers and his followers. They’d discuss political strategy at all times and chart the course ahead.

The opinion polls were now showing his party as a clear winner with a clean sweep across the state. Every news channel was showing the same thing all day and all night and his stock grew in the states that weren’t going to election. He was getting bigger than his party.

In all this, we could spend very little time together. The rendezvous late night in his room slowly came to a stop as he got busier with work. Even though I was still getting every crumb of the political cookie, I missed his company, his touch, his breath, his lips and his cock!

I was addicted to him and was showing signs of withdrawal like an addict. With each passing day, my arousal would increase. No amount of masturbation helped and I wanted him and more of him. I spent nights in my bed furiously fingering myself, imagining myself in his bed, doing all the raunchy, nasty stuff but alas, we couldn’t. I knew that the wait would soon be over. I knew he too was craving for a piece of my ass and would come running once the election results were declared. We just had to wait!

Finally the D day arrived; voting day. A declared public holiday, many looked forward to this day. The urban crowd, usually pessimistic about politics go on a small vacation rather than vote; the rural and the economically backward classes would come out in hordes to vote. But this time, things were different.

Lines at the polling stations were long from the very beginning. The samples sizes and polling data started pouring in from noon. A massive 65% of the eligible voters turned out to vote. Man, woman, young, old and differently abled, all of them stood in the queues and waited their turn to vote.

This election had the largest number of first time voters and the voting lines were full of college kids enthusiastic to cast their vote. New channels were covering the voters and the polling data was fast emerging.

It is said that when elections happen at the peak of anti incumbency, polling numbers are huge. That’s exactly what was said that day. The media pundits started hammering their air waves with such news and analysis and perhaps that is what changed the minds of some voters who turned in late to vote.

Many of us were glued to the TV channels during the day, keeping track of the polls. Uday too was in his house, surrounded by his party men, watching and analysing the situation. The so called ‘War Room’ was buzzing with unprecedented activity with phones ringing constantly and people running around talking.

I messaged Uday a couple of times and got a prompt reply. Apart from discussing the polls, we caught up on other stuff and most importantly on our plans to ravage each other.

The media constantly covered the election day, especially the television media. Hour after hour discussion panels talked about the elections in the states. The election coverage went well in to the night, the night when I was in his office, on his couch , naked, sweaty and very close to an orgasm.

“Aahh…Aahahhh…Yeahhh…Don’t stop…” I moaned in the confines of his closed office. The air condition was on and the cold air and the arousal had made my nipples really hard. Uday was squatting on the floor in front of the couch, his clothes lying next to him on the floor. He was between my legs and his mouth was glued to pussy. His lips were sucking on my twat like a vacuum cleaner and his tongue wriggled on my clit while his finger slowly moved in and out of my puckered butt hole.

“Umm…Hmmpfff..” Uday moaned in approval and arousal as he saw me closing to an orgasm. He wriggled his tongue faster, sucked my pussy harder and fingered me harder pushing me to an orgasm.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…..” I screamed as I came. Luckily the office was empty with all the volunteers heading home after a weeks long and gruelling campaign and the only ones in the house were his guards which were waiting outside at the other end of the house, far from the office.

As I came back to my senses after a mind shattering orgasm, he stood up in front of me. His cock was semi erect and I immediately grabbed it and started jerking it. It started hardening in my hand immediately and it was nice and hard in a few moments.

“Aren’t you worried about the result?” I asked him as I gently stroked his cock.

“No…why should I worry. I am going to win and anyway, the results are a good 3 days away and is something I am not bothered about at the moment.” He replied confidently as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth closer to his cock.

I spat a large glob of saliva on his cock head and smeared it nicely all over the head and the length, making the tool wet and slick. I popped his cock in my mouth and started sucking it, using my usual blowjob technique. My soft lips and tongue, my compressing cheeks and my slow bobbing head was the way he loved it. He caressed my hair, tucking a lock of my long brown hair behind my ear.

He spent a few minutes in heavenly ecstasy before pushing me back. I lay on the couch, with my head resting on the back of the couch. I spread my legs wide and he got between them. Holding each of my leg at the ankle, he crouched in front of me, aligning his cock with my gaping pussy.

“Uday…” I called out to him just as his cock touched my pussy. He looked at me and stopped realising I was about to say something. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I spoke up.

“Fuck me in the ass.” I said before smiling coyly. He grinned at me devilishly, perhaps congratulating himself on bagging a horny, kinky slut like me.

“I will fuck your ass but only if you suck my cock and swallow my cum later.” He replied. I thought I was being kinky when I suggested anal sex but this man took it several notches above. I had most of the times let Uday finish in my mouth but the idea of sucking a cock which he been in my ass at other times would have grossed me out but at that moment I was looking forward to it.

“Have I ever said no to a nice cum shot?” I replied.

He immediately flipped me over and I got on my fours with my hands resting over the back of the couch. I spread my legs and arched my back getting into the position beautifully. I felt a thick glob of his saliva landing on my sensitive butt, some trickling down to my pussy and then another as he lubricated my tight, poorly explored orifice.

Uday placed his foot on the couch and placed his cock on my butt hole. I braced for the pain and clutched the couch tight and a moment later I felt his cock pierce my tight butt hole. That very moment I thought it was a bad idea to let a thick cock like his down there but as the signals of pleasure surged through my body the thoughts changed.

“Aahhhhh…Yessss….You fuck me so good…I’ve never been fucked like this….Aaahhhh…Udayyy…” I howled as he conquered the last remaining bastion of my body.

There was an air of nervousness, anticipation and hectic activity from the first light of dawn; it was the day of the count. People’s mandate was to be declared today and all the political parties were on the edge.

Politicians, their activists, workers and proteges and even journalists like me were up before sunrise and looking forward to a very hectic day. Most party offices were crowded and many watched the television from 8 am when the counting started.

Fifteen minutes later the first leads were declared. Across the 4 states that went to polls, the first leads showed Uday’s party leading. When other parties hadn’t even opened an account, his party was already leading in more than 10 seats across all the states. Just half an hour into the count everyone knew who the winner was.

The news channels flashed the mandate and celebrations broke out across the city. Every party branch office was distributing sweets, bursting fire crackers and Dhol Tasha teams were called in to set the mood. Inebriated party workers danced in the street and random hooliganism ensued.

I straight away headed to Uday’s house where I knew even bigger celebrations must be on. As I got out of the cab, I saw several television news crew vans on the street in front of his house.

Each journalist taping his brief, some beaming live, others just recording. Hundreds of party workers gathered outside and the scenes across the city were being repeated. Fire crackers, loud music was accompanied by loud sloganeering, cheering, screaming Uday’s name.

I pushed through the crowd and stood in front of the gate. I showed my permanent visitor’s card to the armed security guards who promptly frisked me before letting me in. I thought perhaps the celebrations inside would be a little measure but I was wrong. Inside the compound too there was loud music, fire crackers and some even had gulaal which they threw around.

The celebration was wilder and louder than any Indian festival, after all, it was the celebration of a modern Indian festival; the festival of a democratic election.

I walked over to the lobby and I was frisked again. Just as I entered, I saw Naina. She looked very happy. Covered in gulaal, her white saree had turned pink and her mouth was stuffed with sweets. She smiled at me and walked to me. We exchanged pleasantries before she escorted me to the war room.

Inside, Uday and his team were busy congratulating each other. Hand shakes and hugs were being exchanged. The entire campaign team was ecstatic from the landslide victory they had achieved. He was busy speaking on the phone and shaking hands and nodding in acknowledgement. He was being congratulated in person and perhaps also over the phone.

A huge flat screen TV in the room showed the results. By now, wins in many seats had been declared. It seemed that his party was going to achieve single party majority in all the states. The other parties, the erstwhile regional players were decimated. I knew that there were no celebrations at their offices.

I knew Uday would be too busy to talk to me. I just stayed there and watched; watched him walked around speaking on the phone, flashing that charming smile the whole while.

He walked over to me with a party worker behind him. He picked up a handful of sweets and brought it over to my mouth. I giggled and tried to turn away but he literally grabbed my face and stuffed my mouth with the sweets. It was indeed a sweet victory for everyone around.

I knew this was just the beginning of the day and it was going to get even more hectic. I stayed with Naina the whole time and did not interfere in Uday’s work. A while later, Uday, his wife and his confidants stepped out of the house and walked over to the huge lawn in front of it. The media crews had been let in and they started photographing and shooting the moment he emerged from the house.

Pushing his wheelchair bound wife to the lawn; they both looked very happy. He flashed the usual victory sign in front of the media and they all went crazy photographing. The camera flashes almost made me blind but I knew this was his moment in the sun.

He made a victory speech and then many photographs were clicked. I knew all the media channels and news papers would credit him for his party’s massive victory. This was the moment when he graduated to being the super heavy weight of Indian politics.

Like a fighter who staked claim to the heavy weight title, it seemed that he too was poised to stake claim to the title of Indian politics. He surely was the number one contender and surely had the champion mojo juice.

An hour later the activity shifted from Uday’s house to the party office. All the leaders of the party gathered and a massive press conference was arranged. Uday was seated in the centre of the dais and almost all the questions were thrown at him or at the party President.

The other leaders smiled and waved like they were genuinely happy, which to some extent they were because they and their chosen men had won many seats in all the states but there was a sense of jealousy and hatred behind their smiles.

Most of the leaders were old party loyalists. They had emerged from the grass root, student activist level. They had spent their years, greying hair and balding heads, knee deep in political muck to reach where they had today but this ‘Kal Ka Chokra’ Uday had just parachuted or perhaps crash landed into their party. Most of the leaders who were on the dais with him were as old as his late father. Uday was simply stealing everyone’s thunder.

The press conference ended and the counting came to a close. The victorious went behind closed doors to discuss and charter the new route i.e. Forming new governments in the elected states and the losers, emerged from behind the closed doors, sulking and blaming each other and the public for rejecting them.

Even though I wasn’t present for the hectic parleys of government formation, I was getting an inside view from Naina. Messages were being leaked every now and then as to who would be the next Chief Minister, what would be the composition of the cabinet.

Like always, a couple of days were spent discussing the government formation. Everyday, through my articles I was letting the news out on who would be the next ‘CM’s’ of the states. The euphoria of the victory subsided and serious politics was being played.

When the final announcement on the government formations were made, Uday’s faction emerged victorious. Leaders hand picked by Uday were made CM and his choices composed a majority of all the cabinets that were being formed.

A couple of days later swearing in ceremonies of the cabinets took place. The events were grandly organised and the opulence just bowled everyone away. It was as if they were flaunting their victory, thumbing the new opposition’s nose.

With the largest states in Uday’s kitty, the Central Government got weaker. The loss wasn’t just numerical but also moral. With most of the alliance partners defeated in their own backyards, the Centre was reduced to a headless chicken, a lame duck government.

The opposition in the Centre i.e. Uday’s party saw a resurgence of enthusiasm. The opposition got very vocal and vociferous in the Parliament. They blocked any new bills that the government introduced and almost every subsequent session washed out. The government came to a stand still. The political environment was charged and delicately poised.

The idea was simple; to push and paralyse the functioning of the parliament and block any bills that were proposed, push the government to the edge till the point that it collapsed and elections were declared and it was going exactly the way it was planned.

The floor management of the ruling alliance went haywire. They were loosing numbers by the day. The parties that were extending ‘outside’ support were now leveraging their position to squeeze out every ounce of advantage they could secure. Secret deals were made and old, flimsy pacts broken. Political equations were morphing every hour of every day.

Uday had bagged most of the industrialists but those who were belligerent were culled. Dirty secrets about these rogue businessmen were leaked to the media, mostly through my news paper. One after another, pawns fell or changed sides.

The Prime Minister was rapidly becoming a lame duck as his government and coalition partners scrambled to keep the government in place. In all this chaos Uday emerged as knight in shining armour, leading his party’s charge in the parliament.

His passionate speeches on the issues plaguing the nation, his scathing attacks on the government, its rampant corruption, its mismanagement of the economy, flawed foreign policy and its inherent weakness were exposed by him in the well of the house and in front of the media for the public to watch.

After the victory in elections, Uday had emerged a political heavy weight but now he was eyeing the number one contender position. The only leader as strong as him was old and was being rapidly sidelined and all his men aligning with Uday.

The media and the people soon started speaking of Uday and out of this emerged the idea of Uday Singh, Prime Minister of India.

‘We celebrate tonight.’ read Uday’s sms. I was surprised when I read the message. I thought the celebrations were over. In fact I had attended one of the parties and was a little bewildered as to what the celebrations meant.


I was escorted to the airport from my house by a car arranged by Naina. I was driven straight to the parking bay of the airport. No check in, no checking; the car drove straight past the gate of the airport and I stepped out near a helicopter standing outside a hangar. It was Uday’s chopper. Uday or Naina were no where to be seen.

The driver bid me goodbye and the pilot welcomed me. I sat in the chopper and wore the headphone as the rotors above started moving. I was a bit confused as to what was happening, yet extremely impressed. I was asked to bring along a couple of days of luggage and I had taken leave from work. The helicopter took off and we were over the city in minutes.

I asked the pilot where we were going. He told me we were flying to a place in the mountains, 300 kilometres north. I guessed it was a hill station of some sort and perhaps I was going to Uday’s farmhouse.

The hour long helicopter ride was quite. It was my first chopper ride and I enjoyed it thoroughly, peeping through the windows and watch the world so small. For a few minutes, I was living the high life.

The chopper landed in a field. I got off the chopper holding my hair as it flew in the gust created by the down thrust of the slowing rotor. A chauffeur took my bag and escorted me to the car and from there we drew to the farmhouse.

Farmhouse is an understatement; The place was a damn castle. It was spread over an estate spanning several hundred hectares. Nestled in the valley surrounded by snow clad mountains, the place was straight out a dream. Some would call it their happy place, some would call it Utopia......

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[Blue Bull]

Blabbering brooks flowed down the hills and deep, thick woods dominated the landscape. There air was cool and refreshing. I knew this place was far from any city and the air was best I had ever inhaled. The fragrance of the wet grass and mud wafted through the air and rays of the morning sun brightened up the sky.

The Range Rover drove down the muddy path, bordered and covered by giant trees. I could see the gate of the estate and it got larger and larger as we got closer. The gates opened and we zoomed past it and stopped right at the gate of a cottage.

The chauffer helped me get off the car and escorted me inside the mansion. The lobby itself was hige, huge enough to be called a hall. Once you walked past the large wooden door, you would see a grand staircase which lead to the upper floors. I walked up the stairs and past several rooms before I saw Naina standing in front of a room. She had the pleasant smile she always had. I was pleased to finally see someone I knew.

“Hi Mira. Welcome to the Nirvana Estate.” She said as she stepped towards me. Her sandals knocked on the hardwood floor.

“This is Uday’s house?” I asked in disbelief.

“Not just this house but all the houses around here. Infact, the boundaries of the estate go well beyong the helipad.” She said with pride.

“Where is Uday?” I asked.

“He is in the city and will be joining us shortly. Meanwhile, you can freshen up and breakfast will be served. You have a buttler at call and will tend to your needs. Enjoy your stay.”

“What am I here for? Uday said we celebrate tonight. What is the celebration about?” I asked. I was now confused. The chopper ride, the stay at the cottage, the buttler; this whole damn thing was too expensive affair.

“Relax for now and you’ll know in the evening. I will meet you in the evening.” She said as she walked away. The other guests will arrive and

I was escorted to the bedroom, my bedroom for now. The mansion was beautiful. It was made of stone with creepers covering the walls. The hardwood floor, the hanging heads of animals and the paintings on wall just screamed of wealth and luxury.

I had woken up woken up very early and just wanted to sleep. I was served a large English breakfast on which I gorged before going to sleep. I knew the party would go well past midnight and I should catch up on some sleep right now.

“I would like to have a bath.” I told the butler. He nodded courteously and walked away. He came back a while later.

“Madam, your bath is ready. The bath salts and shampoos and at your disposal. Fresh, dry towels are arranged for you. Enjoy yourself.” He said, bowed and walked out.

I walked inside the bathroom which was as big as an entire room. It had a huge bath tub right, enough to fit 3-4 people, a shower cabinet and the regular wash basin and commode.

A large ornamental mirror hung over the basin. The floor of the bathroom was of marble and the bathroom fittings I knew were very expensive just by looking at them. The toilet seat was controlled by a remote. Fuck!

I stepped out of my bath robe and climbed into the bath tub. I sighed as the warm, bubbly water touched my body. I slowly slid into the tub and just closed my eyes as the warm water loosened up my body. I used the best of the shampoos, conditioners, shower gels to prepare myself for a long night ahead. I had brought along my bath kit and promptly shaved my legs and pussy. I knew sex with Uday was on agenda and after such a fairytale day, this was the least I could do for him.

I stood in front of the mirror with a towel covering my torso and another covering my head. I wiped the fogged up mirror and watched my wet body in it. I pulled the towel covering my head and let my wet hair flow down and stick to my shoulders. I ran my hand through them to set them.

I surely was a head turning, eye popping, erection busting babe. Droplets of water trickled down my neck to my boobs. My soft, pink nipples were erect; not just in anticipation of the night ahead but also the whole day that I had spent. The helicopter ride, the tour of the estate in the Range Rover and the house that I was living in was just a show of wealth, opulence and power of this man. It was such a turn on.

I had gained some weight since I had started sleeping with Uday. Thankfully, the weight gain was in the most desirable of places. My boobs had become fuller, growing up a size, my hips were a little wider with a few ounces of baby fat around them. My thighs were a little fleshier than before. From a petite bombshell, I was transforming into a curvy goddess and I liked it!

After drying myself with the towel, I was all ready for the party. I had brought along a evening gown that I had bought a couple of weeks ago and was looking forward to flaunt it. I stepped out of the shower covered in the bath robe and saw Naina sitting on the bed.

She was wearing a lavender coloured satin robe. Her hair was tied beautifully in a bun. Her full lips glistened with lip gloss making them look more enticing then they already were. Her thick, full lips were what guys would call blowjob lips. That was the thought that came to my mind every time I saw her.

“Hi…you still aren’t dressed?” I asked.

“I am dressed.” She replied.

“Huh? You are going to go to the party like this?” I asked surprised.

“Yesss…” She replied with a smirk. That smirk rang a bell in my head that something wasn’t right about the party.

“There is your robe and something to wear underneath. I am waiting outside. Come soon.” She said as she got up and walked out the bedroom.

I saw a crimson red satin robe on my bed. Beside it there was a red lace bra and a matching panty. The choice of clothes made me suspicious. If Uday had sent the clothes for only me then that was okay, he had done that before but seeing Naina dressed the way I was supposed to made me think and sent a shiver up my spine when I thought what could happen.

I went over the dressing table and dried my hair. I styled my hair and tied them in a bun just like Naina had. A touch of eye shadow, some eye liner, crimson red lipstick and I was ready. I admired my body in front of the mirror with a twirl and moved to wear the clothes I was given.

The bra was so soft, so sexy and it made me shiver just wearing it. The red thong was smooth, velvety and its crotch was small, leaving very less to hide and very convenient to slide aside. I wore the red satin robe before spraying some perfume on myself. I was ready!

As I was about to step out, a thought came to my mind. I am dressed like this because I am going to have sex with Uday but why is Naina dressed like me too? As my mind reached the conclusion, a shiver ran down my spine.

‘Is this really happening?’ I thought as I stepped out. Naina was standing near the door and smiled when she saw me.

Like always she led the way and I watched mesmerised as her butt swayed and jiggled she took one gentle step at a time. All the other times her ass was covered with decent layer of clothing but this time the only thing covering it was a flimsy robe and perhaps a panty inside or perhaps she wasn’t wearing anything under that robe. Another shiver ran down my spine.

We walked through the long corridors of the mansion towards the banquet, I noticed how shapely her legs were. Her mid thigh length robe exposed her shapely calves, her nice fleshy thighs but the first thing I noticed were her beautiful feet. Just one look and I knew they were pedicured. A beautiful shade of nail paint adorned her nails and a pair of silver anklets delicately hung around her ankle and would jingle with her each step.

By now I was sure that there were no guests and no party. This was just Uday’s way of showing off before he fucked me.

She pushed open the big door and walked inside and I followed. I was expecting only Uday on the other side but was surprised that he had company and not any ordinary company. I saw Naved, Riya and Rajveer sitting on couches near Uday. All of them were wearing robes with Riya wearing the same kind of robe that I and Naina were wearing.

“Miraaa….Welcome…” Uday said emphatically, spreading his arms to welcome me. I smiled very awkwardly in presence of others and quietly stood near him. He patted on the couch next to him signalling me to sit. I quietly sat and he embraced me.

“Guys….you have met Mira before at the party.” Uday said as he pulled me closer with his arm.

“Hi Mira…” everyone said together. I smiled and nodded. This was so weird. I had come here expecting a hard fuck and some alone time with my lover but this was just another party. I wasn’t getting laid for a few more hours. What the fuck!

“You guys have knows Naina for quite some time eh?” Uday said and winked. Naina blushed as everyone erupted in laughter. His tone, his context and their laugh was so naughty. My mind started drawing conclusions.

“So what will you have…champagne, wine? Any thing you need.” Uday asked me.

“Champagne will do.” I replied. I was sitting on a couch with Uday sitting between me and Naina. Naina got up to fetch me a drink. Rajveer was sitting on the couch to the right and next to him was Riya where as Naved was sitting alone on the couch to the left. Naina came back with a drink and handed it to me before sitting next to Uday.

I noticed everyone had a glass with them and the party must have started some time before I came. I was inside my bedroom the whole day and the place was so large that I didn’t notice that there were 4 other people in the house.

As my champagne glass ran dry, Naina stood up to bring me another one. However, Uday stopped her.

“How about we do shots?” He said. Everyone said yes in unison and I silently went along. Naved and Naina went to get the shots.

I noticed that Riya was sitting a little too close to Rajveer; sitting too close. Her legs were on the couch and her feet were tucked under her butt. She too was wearing a black robe, similar to ours. Her milky white, toned thighs shone in the dim ligts of the room.

Due to her posture, the robe had slid up and most of her beautiful thighs were visible. She was wearing a pair of black stockings, giving glimpse of her milky white skin underneath. As my eyes went up, I noticed that her stockings had garter belts and I gapsed when I realised that.

Rajveer too was pretty cozy around her. I bet this wasn’t the first time these guys had met which was very clear from their body language. He has his arm around her shoulder and was gently caressing her and she didn’t seem to mind it at all. She was letting him caress her and she was clearly not trying to cover her legs, all this in presence of her husband!!! What the fuck is going on?

Naina came to the table with couple of bottles of tequila and shot glasses. The glasses were arranged in a circle and filled with tequila. A tray full of lemon and a bowl of salt sat next to the shot glasses.

“Guys and lovely girls….To friendship and victory!!” Uday said as he raised the toast. Everyone cheered and gulped down the shots the next moment. The usual cringe faces with wide smiles followed and a dash of lemon and salt were added.

In the heat of the moment I too gulped down the drink to follow suit. The glasses were immediately refilled and gulped down. In a matter of a few minutes I did 5 shots but at the moment I wasn’t feeling high but I knew it would come sooner or later.

Everyone was enjoying the boozing; the girls were gigling and the guys were grunting after every shot. A few minutes later I started feeling ‘happy’. I knew the booze was getting to me. I was feeling dizy but I didn’t stop drinking.

A couple of shots more and I was done. I rested my head against the back rest of the couch. I could feel the entire room moving in circles and I thought if I closed my eyes for a while, it’ll stop but it got worse!

I don’t know how long I was in that state, perhaps I had passed out after so many shots. I slowly opened my eyes and the first thought that came to my mind was where the fuck was I? The room seemed alien. The wooden floors, the beige coloured walls, the navy blue curtains and the soft velvet couch that I was sitting on.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of where I was and what the fuck was I doing. Turns out I wasn’t doing anything but the rest were upto quite a lot of things.

The first thing I did was look for Uday. He was next to me but was facing away from me. He was facing a woman but I couldn’t make out who she was perhaps because I was drunk and partly because his face was covering hers. I saw the lavender coloured robe, I knew it was Naina and I realised what they were up to.

They were making out!

‘Is this really happening?’ I thought as I stepped out. Naina was standing near the door and smiled when she saw me.

Like always she led the way and I watched mesmerised as her butt swayed and jiggled she took one gentle step at a time. All the other times her ass was covered with decent layer of clothing but this time the only thing covering it was a flimsy robe and perhaps a panty inside or perhaps she wasn’t wearing anything under that robe. Another shiver ran down my spine.

We walked through the long corridors of the mansion towards the banquet, I noticed how shapely her legs were. Her mid thigh length robe exposed her shapely calves, her nice fleshy thighs but the first thing I noticed were her beautiful feet. Just one look and I knew they were pedicured. A beautiful shade of nail paint adorned her nails and a pair of silver anklets delicately hung around her ankle and would jingle with her each step.

By now I was sure that there were no guests and no party. This was just Uday’s way of showing off before he fucked me.

She pushed open the big door and walked inside and I followed. I was expecting only Uday on the other side but was surprised that he had company and not any ordinary company. I saw Naved, Riya and Rajveer sitting on couches near Uday. All of them were wearing robes with Riya wearing the same kind of robe that I and Naina were wearing.

“Miraaa….Welcome…” Uday said emphatically, spreading his arms to welcome me. I smiled very awkwardly in presence of others and quietly stood near him. He patted on the couch next to him signalling me to sit. I quietly sat and he embraced me.

“Guys….you have met Mira before at the party.” Uday said as he pulled me closer with his arm.

“Hi Mira…” everyone said together. I smiled and nodded. This was so weird. I had come here expecting a hard fuck and some alone time with my lover but this was just another party. I wasn’t getting laid for a few more hours. What the fuck!

“You guys have knows Naina for quite some time eh?” Uday said and winked. Naina blushed as everyone erupted in laughter. His tone, his context and their laugh was so naughty. My mind started drawing conclusions.

“So what will you have…champagne, wine? Any thing you need.” Uday asked me.

“Champagne will do.” I replied. I was sitting on a couch with Uday sitting between me and Naina. Naina got up to fetch me a drink. Rajveer was sitting on the couch to the right and next to him was Riya where as Naved was sitting alone on the couch to the left. Naina came back with a drink and handed it to me before sitting next to Uday.

I noticed everyone had a glass with them and the party must have started some time before I came. I was inside my bedroom the whole day and the place was so large that I didn’t notice that there were 4 other people in the house.

As my champagne glass ran dry, Naina stood up to bring me another one. However, Uday stopped her.

“How about we do shots?” He said. Everyone said yes in unison and I silently went along. Naved and Naina went to get the shots.

I noticed that Riya was sitting a little too close to Rajveer; sitting too close. Her legs were on the couch and her feet were tucked under her butt. She too was wearing a black robe, similar to ours. Her milky white, toned thighs shone in the dim ligts of the room.

Due to her posture, the robe had slid up and most of her beautiful thighs were visible. She was wearing a pair of black stockings, giving glimpse of her milky white skin underneath. As my eyes went up, I noticed that her stockings had garter belts and I gapsed when I realised that.

Rajveer too was pretty cozy around her. I bet this wasn’t the first time these guys had met which was very clear from their body language. He has his arm around her shoulder and was gently caressing her and she didn’t seem to mind it at all. She was letting him caress her and she was clearly not trying to cover her legs, all this in presence of her husband!!! What the fuck is going on?

Naina came to the table with couple of bottles of tequila and shot glasses. The glasses were arranged in a circle and filled with tequila. A tray full of lemon and a bowl of salt sat next to the shot glasses.

“Guys and lovely girls….To friendship and victory!!” Uday said as he raised the toast. Everyone cheered and gulped down the shots the next moment. The usual cringe faces with wide smiles followed and a dash of lemon and salt were added.

In the heat of the moment I too gulped down the drink to follow suit. The glasses were immediately refilled and gulped down. In a matter of a few minutes I did 5 shots but at the moment I wasn’t feeling high but I knew it would come sooner or later.

Everyone was enjoying the boozing; the girls were gigling and the guys were grunting after every shot. A few minutes later I started feeling ‘happy’. I knew the booze was getting to me. I was feeling dizy but I didn’t stop drinking.

A couple of shots more and I was done. I rested my head against the back rest of the couch. I could feel the entire room moving in circles and I thought if I closed my eyes for a while, it’ll stop but it got worse!

I don’t know how long I was in that state, perhaps I had passed out after so many shots. I slowly opened my eyes and the first thought that came to my mind was where the fuck was I? The room seemed alien. The wooden floors, the beige colored walls, the navy blue curtains and the soft velvet couch that I was sitting on.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of where I was and what the fuck was I doing. Turns out I wasn’t doing anything but the rest were upto quite a lot of things.

The first thing I did was look for Uday. He was next to me but was facing away from me. He was facing a woman but I couldn’t make out who she was perhaps because I was drunk and partly because his face was covering hers. I saw the lavender coloured robe, I knew it was Naina and I realised what they were upto. They were making out!

My boyfriend, my man was kissing another woman in my presence. A big jolt of jealousy flushed my mind as I saw their faces moving as they kissed. I watched them with a mix of jealousy and a tiny bit of arousal.

I realised that her robe was parted and his hands were inside. I saw Naina’s face when Uday moved his head as he kissed her. Her hands were behind his head, clutching his head, her eyes were closed but I still could make out the lust in them.

I was jealous and a little aroused. Was I the only one looking at this and saying nothing. I looked around and was absolutely shocked. Riya was on the couch with her robe untied and spread apart. Her tits had been scooped out of her bra and Naved & Rajveer were on her either side and their mouths were latched to each of her nipple. Her eyes were closed too and her one hand behind both men’s head. She was arching her back and moaning lightly as the men chewed on her nipples.

“Son of a…What the….” I cried out. I was confused, so much so that I couldn’t even decide on the cuss word I wanted to blurt out.

As soon as they heard me, they stopped. Uday turned back and looked at me. All of them had smiles on their faces. Their smiles weren’t the awkward one’s that are flashed when caught in the act but were downright naughty. The men stared at me like hungry wolves where as the women flashed a welcoming smile.

“Wake up baby…Party is just getting interesting.” Uday said as he moved forward and embraced me before kissing me. He literally lunged forward like a hungry lion, throwing his entire weight on my tiny little frame.

“Ummmmpfff…” I tried to protest as his mouth sealed mine. I heard the women giggle hearing my discomfort. He wrapped his arm around my waist and propped me up a little, kissing me deeper. I could taste the tequila on his lips and his smell it in his breath.

“Mmm…Mmmm….Mmmmmm…” My moans of discomfort turned to moans of pleasure. I was being kissed passionately, I was drunk and I had just witnessed an orgy in nascency. The idea that this could lead to the wildest night of my life turned me on. My nipples turned hard, my breath became shallow, my pulse raced. I could feel beeds of sweat pooling on my forehead as the kiss got even more intense.

I could feel his hand slide on to my breast. He cupped my robe covered tits and gave it a gentle squeeze, evoking a muffled moan from my closed mouth. His hand slid inside my robe and then my bra and I gasped as I felt his cold hand on my skin. His fingers slowly slid across and flicked my turgid nipple making me moan louder. My moans would have been louder had his mouth not kept it closed.

He took his hand out of my robe and then slid it down to the waist. He untied the knot and I felt the robe being spread apart. I felt naked then and there and a surge of shame overcame me. He broke the kiss and sat back. I hid my face with my hands as I heard the men whistle and the women clap at our spectacular performance.

I blushed as I had never done something in public. I was a wildcat in the confines of my bedroom, alone with my partner. But right now I was with 4 other people who were in various stages of undress and had intentions to dress down further.

My robe was open and my flat stomach and ample bra clasped tits were on display. Uday pushed me back against the couch. He pushed the robe over my shoulders and lowered his head on to my shoulders.

He placed gentle kisses starting from my shoulder and slowly moved down to my collar bone and then to my chest. I had closed my eyes from the pleasure and the shame. I was very aware of the fact that there were 4 other pair of eyes watching me. They were closely watching my chest rise and fall with each sharp breath, my hardened nipples jutting out of my bra, my wincing and squirming face. They were listening to each of my sighs and moans.

Uday slowly kissed his way down and buried his face in my cleavage. He nuzzled the soft gap between my tits, pushing them together with his hands and vigorously shook his head side ways. The motor boating tickled me and I giggle and the women followed. I opened my eyes and saw the women giggling and the guys smiling. This was part embarrassing and part arousing and I wasn’t sure which side was weighing heavy.

Naved had his hand on his wife’s stomach and Rajveer’s hand was gently caressing her thigh. Her hands were under the men’s robes and I could clearly see her hands moving up and down and I knew what she was doing.

Naina was sitting next to Uday, watching silently as things started to heat up. She was the most dressed of the lot. Her robe was still covering her body, her hair though were little ruffled. She still looked like the prim proper secretary like she always did, just with lesser clothes.

Uday was still between my tits, licking and kissing them. He cupped my right breast softly before kissing the upper half of my breast. He dragged his tongue over my tit before sliding it down to my fabric covered nipple. My nipple was protruding evidently out of the fabric. He ran his tongue over my nipple before sucking on it.

His saliva was making the fabric wet and the wetter it got, more pronounced was the outline of my nipple; my nipples which had gotten a shade darker in the last few months, perhaps from a lot of attention, incessant sucking, pinching, pulling and so many other things that they had been subjected to.

I placed my hand behind his head and pulled him close. He peeled the bra and pulled out my breast just enough for the nipple to peep out.

“Aaaaahh…” I sighed and pulled his hair as I felt his warm tongue on my turgid nipple. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I felt my nipple being pulled inside his mouth.

I opened my eyes to see that Naved and Rajveer were back to sucking Riya’s tits. Her hands vigorously were moving up and down under their robes. Rajveer had parted her panty and was gently rubbing her clit. Riya’s mouth was open, her eyes half closed as she drowned deeper in the ocean of lust.

In between Rajeveer’s smooth caresses, I could catch glimpses of Riya’s pussy. Her pubes were neatly trimmed. Apart from a neatly shaped straight patch of hair, like a landing strip, everything around was smooth and clean, just like in the porn movies. She sure was sexy enough to be a porn star.

She was a tall woman for any standards, having been a super model before her marriage to the then emerging super star Naved. She was slender in built which gave her an envious figure. Beautiful, slender shoulders, nice firm B cup tits, a slender waist and a proportionately wide hip which gave way to the longest and the sexiest pair of legs I had ever seen.

Her calves flexed whenever she curled her toes in pleasure, her body oozed oomph. Since she was a super model, her looks were stunning. Her brown hair were highlighted with streaks of beach blonde. Her eyes were mesmerising, her nose was slim and straight and her jaw line was simply perfect.

All in all, she was a goddess and this goddess was on the couch, opposite to mine and her beautiful breasts were being sucked on by her husband and her lover.

I looked to my right and saw Naina resting against the couch. Her feet were on the couch and her hand was between her legs which was obviously playing with her clit. She had parted her robe and had scooped out her left breast out of her bra.

My god her tits! Easily a D cup or perhaps bigger…definitely bigger. Her chocolate brown areola were large and so were her nipples. She was rhythmically pinching and flicking her large protruding nipple. For a woman in her mid to late thirties, her tits barely had any sag and looked full and ripe.

I was blankly staring at her tits for a few seconds, drinking with my eyes the suppleness of her tits and the fullness of her body. She caught my stare and our eyes met. We stared at each other blankly as if it was a staring contest. Both our mouths were open and moaning; she from fingering herself and me from getting my tits sucked.

She cupped her left tit in her hand and raised it to her mouth. She lashed out her tongue on her nipple and flicked it with her finger before sucking it. I moaned louder watching her do that. Her puckered mouth sucked on her own nipple while her finger furiously worked on her clit below.

I got a kick watching her suck her own tits and staring at me the whole time. I so wanted that mouth on my tits. Still looking at her, I pulled down the cup off my left breast. She stopped sucking her tit and watched as I pulled down the shoulder strap to liberate my breast. I gave it a gentle squeeze and bit my lower lip. She got the signal and moved towards me.

She walked over and sat next to me. Looking at me, she lowered her head down to my breast. She took her tongue out and gently flicked my nipple. I shuddered as a jolt ran through my body. She flicked it again; I shuddered again. She rolled her tongue over my areola making it wet and sticky. I was watching her intently and with a heaving chest. Uday was still busy sucking my other breast but he wasn’t the centre of attention at the moment; It was just Naina.

She pressed her lips on my nipple making me moan. She opened her mouth a little and covered my nipple with it. I closed my eyes as I felt her tongue roll around on my breast. Just like it had with Uday, my other hand slipped behind Naina’s head as she sucked on my breast.

For the first time…the very first time in my life, my breasts were being sucked on together. On all previous occasions, whether it was Uday or any other man before him; my breasts got the attention they deserved but individually and separately but now, both were being looked after together. The feeling was so different, so unique…so amazing!

This was also the first time that a woman was touching me sexually. I had never been interested in a woman but Naina had lit a fire inside me. She sparked and stoked a curiosity within me that I had never felt. All these days I watched, observed and at time ogled at Naina but now I was realising why.

My right breast was being sucked my Uday and my left by Naina. Two pair of mouths yet so different. Uday sucked my breasts like a man did, a little harshly. Naina on the other hand did it exactly the way it should be. She being a woman knew how to handle a woman. She was gentle yet firm, using more of her tongue and less of her teeth. Even when using her teeth she did in such inventive ways that made me moan loudly making others in the room to stop and take notice.

I opened my eyes and saw Riya looking at me. She had a wry, lusty smile on her face. It was as if we were looking into a mirror. We both were having our tits sucked my two people. She was with Naved and Rajveer and I was with Uday and Naina.

I I smiled back at her knowing how the two of us were in the same situation but yet so different. I knew this relationship with Uday would take me places and it was indeed. How many of us have fantasised about an orgy let alone take part in one? I was the centre of attraction at the sex party and was loving it.

For a moment I felt both the mouths were off my nipples so I looked down to see Uday and Naina kissing passionately. From between my cleavage I had a fantastic view of their smooch. The way they kissed showed how comfortable they were with each other. At that moment I knew Uday and Naina had slept together countless times. Perhaps Naina felt a sense of jealousy similar to how I felt a few moments ago when I parachuted into Uday’s life but this jealousy had been kept aside and now all three of us were lovers.

They broke the kiss and Naina untied my robe before Uday snapped opened my bra from behind. The robe fell on the couch followed by the bra. Naina stood up and pulled me up with her. Uday swiftly pulled my panties down and now I was the first one to get completely naked in the group.

I should have been embarrassed or awkward but I felt neither. I felt pretty comfortable in the presence of these people. Perhaps it was the boobs, perhaps the arousal or perhaps knowing that they’d be joining me in their birthday suits soon.......

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[Blue Bull]

Holding me by the hand, Uday brought me in the middle, right in the space between the couch. I saw Naved and Rajveer slowly removing their robes as they watched my naked body.

“Guys….this is Mira.” Uday said. I didn’t understand why he was introducing me again to the group. I had met them before at the party, danced with them, got drunk with them. Was he introducing the naked me to them?

“Hi guys…” I smiled and waved and twirled around to give them a view of my full naked body. The guys clapped at my little performance.

All three men’s robes were untied and their cocks were dangling out. Each cock different than the other. I could only see the cock heads and was curious to see more.

Standing in front of me, Uday pushed me down to my knees. He took off his robe and let it fall to the floor. He too joined me in being completely naked with his cock dangling in front of my mouth. Without requiring any further instruction, I gently held his cock and started jerking it. I looked up at him and smiled.

Placing my hand on his butt, I pulled him closer to me. I rubbed the tip of his cock on my nipple. The oozing precum leaked on to my nipple and I smeared it all over with my nipple. Uday rubbed his cock all over my lips and then slapped it gently on my cheek.

I opened my mouth and put my tongue out. He slapped his cock a few times on my tongue and his pre cum spurt inside my mouth with each slap. He slid his cock inside my mouth and I started sucking it, bobbing my head back and forth. I was sucking with all earnest, knowing that I had an audience and I wanted to impress it.

The men were definitely impressed as they took their robes off and stood a couple of feet away from me, stroking their respective cocks. I had three cocks so close to me; one in my mouth and two more raring to go just a couple of feet away. I glanced at those two cocks as I sucked the third.

“Hey guys…let’s start her initiation.” Uday said. Rajveer and Naved stepped forward and stood next to Uday; Naved to his right and Rajveer to his left.

I took Uday’s cock out of my mouth and looked up to them. ‘The Three Naked Musketeers’ was the first thought that came to my mind. All they needed was that big hat because they had swords dangling down there.

Uday’s cock glistened with my saliva and his pre cum and it twitched every now and then. Rajveer was stroking his cock where as Naved was just standing there with his erection poking out of his waist.

I kept ogling Naved’s naked body. I had always been a fan of his. His chocolate boy looks, his lean, chiselled body and his ohh so macho persona had charmed me and millions of other girls around the country. I had always imagined how he would look naked and fantasized about his naked body, at times even masturbating thinking of it. But right now, my childhood crush, my first fantasy hero was standing in front of me naked and he turned out to be better what I imagined.

He had a very lean and chiselled body; the one he had prepped for an upcoming movie. There wasn’t even a strand of hair on his body and it glistened in the dim lights of the room. His crotch was clean shaven just like the rest of his body. His cock was long and hard but had average girth. Being  he was circumcised. With no foreskin posing as a hindrance, the pink cock head rose like a head of a cobra.

‘I simply had to suck it first!’ I thought and perhaps he read my mind when he stepped forward.

I gingerly held his shaft and let my thumb rub the head. His cock twitched at my touch and a drop of pre cum oozed out of it. I spread it on the cock head with my finger and gently massaged it. I fondled the wriggly sack of balls under his cock before lowering my mouth to gently lick it. He seemed to like it as his cock twitched against my cheek.

I made his balls wet and sticky with a coat of my saliva before popping one of it inside my mouth. I rolled it around like a marble inside my mouth and a few moments later did the same to the other one. I squeezed his balls and sucked on each one individually before popping both of them inside my mouth, all the while looking up at him. His chest heaved up and down and his cock twitched on my face as he stared down at me.

I licked my way up his shaft, licking it up and down and side to side, kissing it, licking it and sucking it. I knew the uncircumcised knob was the prize but I wanted to keep the best part of the meat for the end; I wanted to savour the sausage.

When I thought I was done with the balls and the shaft, I let go off his cock and just sat upright in front of him. I cupped my breasts, opened my mouth with my tongue out welcoming him to plunge his cock inside. He stepped forward and placed his cock on my tongue. I liked the underside of the head before closing my lips on it.

My first circumcised cock was better than what I had expected. I had thought about how it would be to suck one but never really had the opportunity but now I was sucking on one and that to one that belonged to my heartthrob.

Without the foreskin, the bulbous head felt more prominent against my tongue and my lips. He had slid only his cock head inside my mouth and my lips slid up and down over it and my tongue slid under it in a well co-ordinated and practised move.

I was so loving sucking on this cock. Not just did it feel different, it even tasted different and better. Naved was a leaker; his cock leaked drop after drop of pre-cum as I sucked it. I wondered if he packed this much pre-cum, then how would the finale be.

All this while, my hands were firmly gripping my tits but then I placed my hands his thigh, feeling the tight muscles. I slid my hands up his thigh, feeling the smooth, hairless skin and then slid them on to his butt. My first reaction was to squeeze his taut butt which I did and then dug my nails into the soft skin. He gasped and I felt a large blob of pre cum spurt into my mouth which I promptly swallowed.

With my hands firmly placed on his ass, I pulled him closer, making his shaft slid down my mouth. I could feel the head fit snugly inside the narrow cavity of my mouth. He kept inching forward, probing the depth of my mouth and my gag reflex. I did gag as I felt his cock touch the back of my mouth but I didn’t let him pull out. I composed myself and let him continue,hoping he’d go deeper. I was really impressed by the length; even though it was making me gag, half of his cock was still out of my mouth.

But he had other plans. He bunched my long, lustrous hair in his right hand and placed his left hand on top of my head. He slowly pulled out his cock right to the tip before slowly sliding it back just half way in before sliding it back out. We soon settled into a steady rhythm as he fucked my mouth.

I glanced at the other men and noticed their restlessness. I was showering all my attention and oral skills on Naved and ignoring them. Rajveer seemed very impressed at my cock sucking skills and was visibly impatient at getting a feel of my mouth.

Uday and Rajveer stepped forward and was surrounded with cocks on three sides. Taking pity at his impatient state, I let go off Naved’s cock and turned to Rajveer.

His cock was not as long as Naved’s but thicker, but not thicker than Uday’s. Unlike the other two men, he was sporting a thick but neatly trimmed bush at the base of his cock. He wasn’t circumcised like Naved but the thin foreskin had retracted enough to reveal a light violet coloured cock head.

I grabbed the base of his shaft and his balls in my hand and took the head of his girthy cock in my mouth. I could instantaneously feel the difference. Naved was long but Rajveer was thick and it visibly spread my mouth. It smelt more pungent than the rest of the cocks too but I wasn’t complaining; more the merrier.

I started sucking on the cock using my usual blowjob technique using one hand to stroke the shaft, the other to fondle his balls and the mouth sucking on the coc head and a half of the shaft. Rajveer was perhaps not interested in fucking my mouth but rather content with me doing all the work.

He moaned gutturally as he felt my warm, slick and tight mouth on his cock. I moved down to his balls and sucked on them as I stroked his shaft at the same time right above. I sucked his cock for a few minutes, making him moan, groan and grunt in pleasure.

I switched over to Uday, sucking on his so familiar yet the best cock in the room. I had gone from a long cock with average girth to an average cock with good girth and I was back to a long and abnormally girthy cock. I had tasted three cum spewing cocks in a matter of minutes and had acquired quite a taste for them. A pungent cocktail of cum was sure to have formed in my mouth by now.

As I sucked on Uday’s cock, I pulled Naved and Rajveer closer, holding their butts. I switched between the men, sucking them once each before moving on to the next. I should have been ashamed of myself of behaving like whore but the sight, the sounds, the scents and three hard cocks were irresistible. I had let go off any morality, shame, status and civility as I sucked these men off.

I looked behind and saw Naina and Riya having their own fun with the 69. Naina was lying with her face between Riya’s leg and her pussy on Riya’s mouth. Having not seen a lot of porn, I was kind of taken aback at their state. They were going at it like hungry lionesses. I couldn’t see Naina’s face as it was covered by Riya’s raised leg but I could see Riya licking her pussy. Naina’s pussy was clean shaven and was glistening with her own juices and Riya’s saliva.

Riya was darting her tongue in Naina’s pussy a few times before licking the entire length of slit. All of us watched intently as the two women pleasured each other orally. I particularly was hooked by Naina’s gyrating ass as it hovered over Riya’s open mouth.

“Hey girls….we’d like those mouths on our cocks too.” Rajveer said. The women stopped and looked at us.

“Ohh…I thought she’d be enough for you.” Riya retorted before both of them got up. They walked over to us and kneeled in front of the men. I was still in front of Uday where as Naina kneeled in front of Naved to my left and Riya kneeled in front of Rajveer to my right.

All three of us women grabbed the cocks of our respective men and started jerking. I looked up at Uday to see him smile at me. I smiled back at him and he ran his fingers through my hair before pushing my head forward towards his hard and waiting cock.

As Uday stroked in and out of my mouth, I glanced at the other women. Riya had lowered her head and was sucking Rajveer’s balls where as Naina was slowly sucking Naved cock head.

This seemed straight out of the very few porn videos I had seen over the years. I always thought orgies are were just wild fantasies of a perverted mind and this didn’t happen in real life. As I grew up, living in girls hostel where barely legal girls would talk about such things over rounds of smuggled booze, I heard that orgies do happen in real. When I entered the main stream media, I had heard many such stories of the rich and famous hosting such crazy orgies at their farm houses and rural estates.

Real or not, I had never thought nor imagined being a part of an orgy but here I was actively participating in one. As a typical Indian girl, one would expect me to be scandalised and disgusted. One would expect me to cower away and escape the madness.

My mind should have been a mess of confusion and arousal. But neither of that happened and I was actually very surprised. I was shocked when I saw Uday and Naina make out next to me but perhaps it was a little jealousy and confusion after waking up from a nap. How I had fallen so easily into this. I couldn’t and did not want to blame anyone for this for I was doing this consciously.

With their hands around each of our heads, the men pushed their cocks deeper into our mouths. I could hear Naina’s gags as Naved’s length pentrated the depth of her mouth. I could hear Rajveer’s grunts as Riya gently bit his cock head.

Where as I gently sucked on my man’s cock. I massaged the bulbous head with my lips and caressed the underside with my tongue, mixing in a generous amount of my saliva along with a trickle of his juices.

Over months of being together with many nights of practice, Uday and I knew each other’s bodies so well. He gently fucked my mouth, pushing in the head and just a couple of inches of his thick shaft. A layer of froth formed in the middle of his shaft as I secreted more and more saliva to suck on his manhood.

I pulled out of his mouth and pushed him back. Uday stepped back towards the sofa chair and sat on it. I crawled to him, eyeing him and his manhood. I settled near his feet with his cock dangling straight in my face. I raised my head over his cock before my mouth engulfed it. My hair spread out over his crotch, covering my face as I sucked on his pole. He pushed back my hair, tucking it some of it behind my ear in an attempt to watch my beautiful face and blowjob lips. I tossed my hair back and got back to sucking his cock.

I felt Uday toe on my clit and I spread my legs a little to allow him to play. As he wriggled his toe on my clit I moaned, with his cock firmly in my mouth. I then felt his toe pushed inside and I squirmed, my lips tightening around his shaft which made him moan too.

These games where we both moaned and squired continued for a minute before Uday pushed me back before standing up. I turned back to see the women on the couches and the men kneeling on the floor in front of them. Riya’s legs were closed and in the air as Rajveer licked her cunt and Naina had spread her legs wide and Naved was busy munching on her pussy.

Holding me by the hand, Uday took me to the couch and I plunked on it between Naina and Riya. Like the other men, Uday too kneeled in front of me. I raised my legs and spread them to let Uday reach every inch of my waiting cunt with his tongue.

Just as Uday was about to dig in, Naved came up and said, “I’d love to taste that pussy…you’ve done it many times before…let me have a go at it.”

“Haha…sure..why not…go right ahead.” Uday said and stepped back, letting Naved take his place.

“Aaahh…Naina…my loyal secretary. Let me payback for your loyal services.” Uday said as kneeled in front of her.

“Aaaahhh…” I moaned and arched my back as I felt Naved’s tongue slide along the length of my pussy. I closed my legs behind his head, trapping it between my thighs. As my thighs tightened around his head, Naved seemed to go wilder with his tongue. He wriggled it hard and fast against my clit making me shudder and yelp. He brought his wriggling tongue down to my hole and then darted it inside.

“Oh yeahh..” I moaned as I felt his thick, raspy tongue slide in an out of my pussy. I had been wet and leaky for quite sometime but now I was flowing. I could hear the lapping sounds that Naved as he licked and sucked on my pussy. I cupped my breasts with his hands and squeezed them, spicing up my approaching orgasm with a pinch here and a pull there to my nipples.

I looked to my right and saw Naina with her back arched and her eyes closed. Uday was going wild down there. I could see him licking her pussy while his lust filled eyes locked on to her heaving breasts. His hand was under her, grabbing and squeezing her ample butt.

I cupped Naina’s breast with my hand and squeezed it and she sighed as I did that. I bent to my right and lowered my mouth over her nipple and gently let it slide in side my mouth. I latched my mouth over her turgid nipple and sucked on it. She placed her hand behind my head and moaned, approving of my action.

“Ohhhh..yeaahh…faster…faster…I am closee…C’monnnnn!!!” Riya screamed as her orgasm approached. Rajveer was apparently doing a great job on her as she was the first one to cum. Two of his fingers darted in and out of her pussy while his mouth sucked on her clit. Her back was beautifully arched, her hands tightly held the back rest behind her, her eyes were closed, her nostrils flared as her breasts rose and fell with her sharp and short breaths, signalling the inevitable orgasm.

All of us stopped hearing her holler. I let go off Naina’s tit and turned to look at her. In the throes of ecstasy, Riya grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight to which I moaned and reflexively squeezed Naina’s tit making her squeal.

I looked down at Naved who had stopped licking my cunt and was watching his wife, mesmerised and with a wicked yet satisfied smile on his face which grew as his wife’s moans and screams got louder. Seeing such a perverted scene in front of me where a husband was elated at his wife orgasming to another man was an odd turn on.

Naved opened his mouth wide and placed it over my mouth and sucked on my pussy like a vacuum pump; all the while eyeing his hollering wife.

“Ohhhh…Fuck yeah…Aarrggghhhh…” Riya screamed as she came. Her eyes were closed, her forehead was sweaty and her body convulsed. Her thighs had tightly clamped around Rajveer’s head as he continued munching on her pussy, not stopping nor slowing down as he pleasured her.

“Ohhhh yeaaahh…Aaaaahhhh…” Naina screamed as she came. I was sure it was a result of watching Riya cum so violently coupled with Uday’s relentless oral assault.

The alcohol, blowing multiple men and the generally erotically charged atmosphere had me leaking for quite sometime. This, with Naved’s expert cunnilingus skills and watching two women cumming right next to me pushed me over the edge as well.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh…..” I screamed, clamping my thighs around Naved’s head, pulling it further in with my hand, at the same time arching my back. I was sure my eyes had turned as I came. My hips bucked wildly and it felt as if my spasming pussy would explode. I pulled his hair as the orgasm peaked and I was breathless for those fleeting seconds; seconds which seemed like minutes.’

I inhaled loudly as the orgasm finally came to an end. I felt my body loosen as if my spirit had left; it indeed was an out of the world experience. My bucking hips settled on the couch and my thighs loosened their grip around the poor chap’s head. I stopped pulling his hair and I was now gently caressing it, perhaps as a a gesture of gratitude for the mind numbing orgasm.

I was in an orgy with one of the wealthiest and the most powerful people in the country at present. I had blown the former Defence Minister of the country, the leader of the largest partner in the current coalition government and also the biggest superstar in the country. Add to that, the superstar was on his knees in front of me and has just licked me to one of the most memorable orgasms I ever had. If this was a dream, then wake me up, take me to the barn and shoot me!

I was already drunk and adding to that was the high of the orgasm. I was visibly dizzy but had not passed out. I looked around in my drunken stupor and saw Naina and Riya in similar conditions. I noticed Naved standing up in front of me and them I felt my legs being spread apart and suddenly I was wide awake again.

Naved was poised to enter me as he crouched in front of me and his cock just an inch from my hole. I sat up, resting on my arms as I watched his long, hard cock grazing my nether lips. I looked at Uday who himself was helping Naina get on her fours.

I didn’t know why my first reaction to Naved’s impending insertion was to look at Uday? Was it loyalty to one man; the one man that I had been involved with for months? Why would I seek his approval when we weren’t exclusive in anyway?

“Go ahead sweetie…I don’t mind. Naved fuck her good!” Uday said before licking his hand and caressing Naina’s aching pussy.

As soon as he heard Uday, Naved pushed his cock head in my cunt, making me sigh audibly. He inched forward and pulled back before pushing his cock half way through. The first thing I noticed how his long cock was hitting my depths.

“Haaaaaa…” I drew a sharp breath as he pushed his cock to the hilt, burying it completely inside me. He pulled out slowly almost right to the tip before plunging it completely like he moments ago, evoking the same reaction from me. A few more slow, gradual withdrawals and hard, abrupt advances followed before he started fucking me with a steady pace. He wasn’t pulling out completely but only halfway before pushing it right back.

I wasn’t being stuffed like I would be with Uday but Naved was definitely touching places that Uday hadn’t. I raised my legs, pulling them back towards my chest just as he angled his body, grabbing on to the ridge of the back rest of the couch. This adjustment in position let him fuck me deeper and make moan louder.

His body was a few inches above, me covering me completely. His gold chain hanging around his neck dangled below his chest. My head was resting flat against the back rest and I could see my thin gold chain jumping and slithering between my breasts as my body absorbed his thrusts and further down I could see his cock pistoning in and out of my pussy.

I pulled my legs further into my chest, raising my ass in the process which made his cock go deeper inside me. He started going deeper, pounding me harder and faster than before. The high angle of his penetration was also stimulating my clit.

“Aaaahh…Ouuiiiiiaaaahh…” I moaned as his spectacular rod ploughed my cunt.

Stopping momentarily, Naved straightened my legs before spreading them wide before resuming to fuck me at the same pace as before. I brought my left hand down to my clit and rubbed it as I relished the pounding I was getting.

I glanced at Naina and saw her from under Naved. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted backward a little. From beyond her fleshy thighs and butt I could see Uday move back and forth. Her breasts swung back and forth rhythmically in sync with Uday’s stroking.

I bent sideways a little and reached out to her breasts with my hand and squeezed them one after another. She opened her eyes and looked down at me. She moved towards me, bringing her tits right above my face.Her beautiful breast hung just an inch my above my mouth; it was just too tempting to resist.

I squeezed her right breasts with both my hands, making her nipple squeeze out and protrude. I flicked her nipple with my tongue a couple of times before giving it a gente suck. I sucked and pulled her nipple with my mouth all the way till it slipped out before repeating the move. I mixed it up with a couple of sucked followed by a couple if licks........

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[Blue Bull]

I was sucking on a pair of breasts for the first time in my life. Since I had never done it before, my only point of reference was my idea of how I wanted my tits to be sucked. Seeing some hot girl on girl action got the men riled up and they both started fucking us harder. As the thrusting got harder so did sucking her melons. We both were moving back and forth with each thrust and I struggled to keep my mouth and my tongue on her tits.

Naina and I were now moaning loudly as both our men fucked us hard. But moaning or rather howling louder than us was Riya. She was riding Rajveer who was sitting on the couch next to me.

“Aaaaahhh…Fuck yeahh…Fuck me harder……Aaahhhh…” She screamed with her eyes closed, bouncing up and down his cock. Her hands were locked behind his neck and her hair bounced and tossed with each jump. Rajveer was grabbing her ass as she bounced and swivled on his cock.

“I am cumming…I am cumming…Naveeeeddd!!!!” Riya screamed her husband’s name as she fucked Rajveer. Her body shook and rocked violently as she came. She collapsed on on him but still continued shaking from her orgasm.

Rajveer picked her up in his arms, his cock still buried inside her before placing her on her back on the couch. She was now lying next to me, her lover of the moment, Rajveer was positioned similarly to that of her husband Naved.

Rajveer started fucking Riya, slower than before. I could see his cock going in and out of her. She moaned as her orgasm subsided and a new one started building. All the while I was being fucked by Naved. I was surprised he didn’t cum seeing his wife in that state. But watching his wife scream his name out loud did rile him up as he uped his tempo of banging me.

He held me by my neck and pulled me forward and fucked me faster and harder. I held on to his arm and raised my self to get closer to him.

“Aaaaahh..Aaah..Aaaahhhh..” I moaned as my own orgasm started building up. He bent foward a little and placed his lips on mine. The gentleness of his kiss was in deep contrast to his merciless fucking below.

“Mmmmm….Mmmmmppffff…” I moaned with my mouth latched on to his. We went at each other with maddening lust, exchaging saliva, biting on each other lips and swirling and lashing our tongues. He broke the kiss and I looked down. A thick white sheet of our juices was coating his cock and my pussy lips. The squelching noises coming from my cunt as his cock rammed hard was too much to bear.

I started moaning loudly and squeezed his arms as my orgasm approached. Naved sensed it and started stroking faster.

“Ohhh yeah…Aaaahhhhh….!!!” I screamed as I came. I bucked and writhe as the orgasm swept over me. I could sense the couch even with two other women sitting on it, such was the power of my orgasm. As the orgasm peaked, I arched my back and screamed and my eyes turned white. Slowly and steadily I came down from the orgasmic bliss, still shivering and shaking from the after shocks of the massive orgasm.

Naved pulled out and stood in front of me. I sat up and started sucking his cock. I could taste a musky, salty taste of our combined juices on his cock.

Naina was by now a heap of post orgasmic flesh. She must have cum around the same time as I did. By the looks of it, her orgasm must have been huge.Her body was sweaty with beads of sweat pooling on her forehead and dripping down. Uday stopped fucking her and withdrew and she collapsed on the couch, recovering from her orgasm.

Uday walked over to me and stood next to Naved with his cock just an inch from my cheek. I let go off Naved’s cock and grabbed Uday’s meat to suck on. Naved backed off and I saw him walk towards Naina.

Naina was lying on the couch in a fetal position with her hands in between her thighs, with her palm covering her pussy. She was still heaving from the massive orgasm she had got but looked willing as Naved approached her. As he stepped up behind her, she pulled her hands from between her thighs. Naved stepped forward and I saw her raise her leg slightly to open up her pussy.

She was still lying in the fetal position, her ass was jutting out from the edge of the couch. She raised her head, resting it on her hand as Naved. He placed his cock head at the opening of her gaping hole and slowly pushed it in. The cock which had just been inside me a couple of minutes ago was now inside her. I felt our connection growing stronger; we were now fucked by two women.

I was still sucking Uday’s cock but watching keenly as Naved’s long cock pierced Naina’s pussy. He buried it completely inside her before pulling out halfway and then slamming it back inside. Naina gasped and her fat butt cheeks jiggled as Naved’s groin hit her. He pulled back and slammed it back again and repeated the same move again and again, making Naina gasp, moan and scream.

Watching Naina being fucked like that made me want a cock inside me too. I looked up at Uday as I licked up the length of his shaft.

“Fuck me Uday…” I whispered before I slowly sucked on his cock head. He pulled me up and kissed me, fondling my ass and caressing my pussy from behind, pulling me closer to him. He turned me around and pushed me on the couch. I got on the couch on my fours with my arms resting on the back rest as I braced for Uday’s massive cock to penetrate me.

“Aaaahhh….” I sighed and closed my eyes as he entered me, stuffing me completely. My pussy felt so stretched and so full and I loved it. He grabbed on to my supple butt and started stroking me from behind.

‘Thap…Thap..Thap Thap Thap…’ his balls slapped against my swollen labia as he started pounding me. I arched my back and threw my head backwards and closed my eyes as my lover fucked me hard.

I opened my eyes and looked to my right to find Riya in a similar position with Rajveer behind her. Her mouth was wide open and long, loud moans were escaping her mouth. She looked at me before smiling and winking as if to tell me she was loving it and so was I. She bent toward me and kissed me full on the lips and I too reciprocated and soon our tongues were engaged in a dual as both our lovers hammered our waiting cunts from behind.

Uday pulled my arms back making my arch back and making his cock go deeper inside me. He locked my hands under his forearm and grabbed and pulled my hair with the other hand before he started ramming his cock harder inside me.

“Aaahh…Aaaaaahhhh…Yeaahhhh….” I screamed with my eyes, closed and my hair being yanked hard. I was being treated like a total slut but I loved every minute of it.

“Fuck…this bitch is always so tight…I just can’t get enough of her.” Uday grunted loudly before I heard Rajveer chuckle. I also heard a slap and I was sure then men high fived each other. This was obviously a spectacle. I was the youngest, tightest girl amongs the lot and this wasn’t the first time that Uday was praising my tight twat; he did so every time he fucked me, grunting out aloud as he fucked me. This time there were 4 other people to hear him but at other times, he and I were alone and yet he’d scream out how tight my pussy is.

I felt my boobs being cupped but I couldn’t see who it was. Since, my hair was pulled back, all I could do is stare at the wall in front of me and scream as Uday kept fucking me. At first I thought it was Uday but then I felt the softness of the skin, the slenderness of the fingers and realised it was Riya.

She flicked my nipple with her slender finger before pushing her sharp nail into my nipple. The pain added to the pleasure and I screamed louder. I could feel the nail pushing my nipple back in to my breast.

The pain from the prick and the pleasure from the dick made my body shudder from another orgasm. I already arched back arched further. Uday let go off my hair and my arms and I collapsed with my head resting on top of the back rest. He was still inside me, waiting for me to recover from my orgasm becuase he surely wasn’t done yet. In between my audibly loud breaths I would coo as Uday would push his cock in.

My head was resting on the ridge of the backrest and I watched Naina and Naved groggily. She was still in her fetal position as Naved pumped her. I saw her ass jiggle as Naved’s cock rammed into her pussy and his balls slapped against her ass making that slapping sound that is so synonymous with sex.

In between his hard thrusts, Naved occasionally slapped her ass and it evoked a yelp from Naina who otherwise was sighing and moaning. When his hand wasn’t slapping her ass, it tightly held on to it while the other caressed and squeezed her breast.

Naved pulled of her cunt and then placed his cock on her sphincter. He gently spread her butt crack, allowing himself and me a clear view of her waiting butt hole. Her butt hole loosened as she prepared to analed.

He spit a large glob of saliva just above her butt hole which trickled down to her butt and the touching cock head. Another thick glob followed and Naved spread the lubricating saliva on her butt hole with his cock head before he slowly pushed it an inch inward.

Naina drew a sharp breat and winced as Naved’s long shlong pierced her tight hole. Her expression was a concoction of pain and pleasure as Naved’s tool slowly made it’s way inside. He stopped midway before slowly pulling back, the same way he had with me but Naina opened her eyes and looked at him before saying, “Put it all in”.

Encouraged by her words, Naved kept pushing forward and I felt Naina’s eyes would bulge out. In a few seconds he was all inside her. He stayed still for a few seconds before he slowly started stroking her. Naved had closed his eyes and threw back his head and he grunted with each thrust, grunting from her tightness, grunting from the pleasure it brought.

By now, my orgasm was long gone and the scene unfolding next to me had elevated my breath. Uday gauged it right before he shoved his cock back in.

“Haaaaa…” I yelped in shock from the sudden, abrupt shove. Uday was in no mood to slow down and he started fucking me hard. Grabbing my butt, he was going absolutely crazy on my swollen cunt. My moans soon were the loudest amongst the women and that caught their attention.

“Look at him go.” I heard Riya say in absolute awe as she saw Uday banging me.

“Haha..yeahhh…” I heard the rest of them say seeing the same.

In between the hard thrusts, I looked to my left to see Naina and Naved had disengaged and were now watching me and Uday. I glanced right to see Rajveer and Riya doing the same.

“Haaaa…Aaaahhhh….” I screamed as I came, but this time Uday didn’t give me time to recover from it but rather sped up his assault even more, making my orgasm stronger. My head hung low and I managed to open my eyes and watched under my own body; Uday had placed his right leg on the couch as he rammed my pussy hard.

I saw his balls slamming hard against my labia and I felt a sudden urge to feel them. I slid my hand under my body and brought it near my pussy. With each stroke, his balls would slide onto my palm. And he stopped, just as abruptly as he had began, his cock buried deep inside my pussy and his balls cupped in my palm.

I caressed, fondled and weighed his heavy balls, I felt its tight yet soft skin and gauged the cum filled sack. Ohh..I so was looking forward to the moment where it’d spurt on me or perhaps even inside me.

I felt my head being yanked up and I saw it was Rajveer. He was standing behing the couch and his cock was resting over it, pointing straight at me. I looked up to him and smiled wickedly to which he smiled back similarly before pushing his cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and let him slide in.

Uday started fucking me from behind again and I was now being spit roasted. Since, I was in an awkward position, I couldn’t bob my head a lot on Rajveer’s cock. So to make it easier, he grabbed the back of my head, bunching my hair tightly in his hands and began fucking my mouth.

“Ummppfff…Ummmm…” I moaned as my I chocked on Rajveer’s cock and filled with Uday’s. I felt Uday’s thumb on my butt hole as he slowly rubbed it. The ticklish feeling was fimiliar as he would do this before fucking my ass. It wasn’t long before he had his cock placed on my butt hole. Even though I had been butt fucked numberous times by Uday, I still was a tad bit uncomfortable with his unsually thick cock entering my tight, tiny hole.

I relaxed, loosening the butt hole. My hands went back and spread my ass cheeks, allowing my butt hole to spread wider. Rajveer for the moment stopped fucking my mouth and watched Uday as he prepared to invade me anally.

“Aaaaahhhh…” I cried out as Uday’s cock pushed into my ass. Entry was the hardest part for me and he knew it. He stopped after pushing his cock an inch, letting me get used to his girth. A few moments later, he pushed a couple of inches more, evoking yet another loud and long moan from me before stopping. A couple of minutes of this exercise and he was soon buried deep inside me. I could feel his balls touch my pussy and I knew he was buried to the hilt. He waited for another minute or so before he slowly started fucking me.

Rajveer was stroking his tool in front of me, his cock within reach of my mouth but I had my lips pursed to tightly from the pain that I just couldn’t muster the courage to suck on his cock. As my ass hole loosened and Uday’s stroking got faster, the pain was slowly replaced by pleasure and my screams were replaced by moans.

As I got used to rhythm and the pleasure, I placed my hand on Rajveer’s butt and pulled him closer, letting him enter my mouth again. He once again grabbed the back of my head and started fucking me. I was back to where I had been a few minutes ago, being spit roasted on the large, soft leather couch.

I could hear Riya’s moans and Naved’s grunts and I knew that the husband and wife had finally had the chance to devour each other. But I couldn’t see Naina anywhere. Had she gone out of the room? Perhaps to relieve herself or to freshen up since she had no one to fuck her for the moment.

But then I heard Uday grunt our aloud, “Aaarrghhh…Naina baby…lick my ass just like that.” Hearing that, made my eyes go wide; I had to watch this.

I pushed Rajveer back and looked down and from under my body, between mine and Uday’s leg, I saw Naina on her knees behind Uday. I could see her chin run against the back of his balls where as her lips were open right above his asshole. I was sure her nose too was buried in his ass crack. Just when I thought I had seen it and experienced it all, this perverted scene plays out in front of me or rather behind me. When I thought that I was the master in the bed, this woman comes and shows me her gameplay which was far superior than mine.

What a perverted show of lust was underway here. Uday was fucking my ass while he himself was getting a rimjob! What the fuck!.

Uday finally withdrew from behind me and I plokned on the couch. He picked up Naina and kissed her hard, in a way thanking her for a obviously fantastic rimjob.

Naina and Riya, the only married couple in the room were busy on the floor. They weren’t fucking like us, they were making love. Naved was lying on the floor with Riya riding him. He had pulled her close to him, with his arms locked behind her back. They were kissing, smooching, with their eyes closed as Riya slowly moved back and forth on his cock.

Uday sat on the couch at the other end while Naina got down on her knees and started sucking his cock. His hand was on her head, pushing it down on his cock while his eyes were locked on Naved and Riya. I knew those eyes, his intention was more than just watching the husband and wife have sex. He was surely going to join them!

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I looked up to see Rajveer standing next to me. As our eyes locked, he stepped in front of me and pushed me to the edge of the couch, against the arm rest. I placed my head on the arm rest and Rajveer got on the couch, placing my legs on his shoulders, before pushing his cock inside me.

Rajveer, the only cock who hadn’t fucked me tonight was finally having his way with me. He squeezed my tits with his hands and started pummelling my pussy. His hard, fast and short strokes had me moaning in no time. His left knee was resting on the couch where has his right food was on the floor; he was perfectly positioned to fuck me hard. My legs were on his shoulder and as he pushed down on me, my ass raised off the couch, letting him go deeper inside me.

I had lost count of my orgasms by now…perhaps I had half a dozen big ones and a lot many smaller ones on the way; the most I ever had in my life and I was sure the other women were in a similar position. But the best and perhaps the most astonishing part was that none of the men had cum yet. We had been fucking for more than an hour now and they should’ve at least cum once but they hadn’t. Were they steroids or shit? Or had they found a magic potion?

As I was lying there underneath Rajveer, moaning and cooing from the hard fuck I was getting, I saw Naina, peeking over his shoulder and smiling at me. I managed to smile back in the midst of my moans and winces. She whispered in his ears and he stopped then and there. He pulled out of me and pulled me back to the middle of the couch. Once I was placed as he wished, he locked my feet behind his back and then entered me again.

Naina swiftly moved next to me and swung her leg over my head and placed her knee next to my head. She lowered herself on my face and I grabbed her hip to pull her down. I opened my mouth and snaked my tongue out and in a moment I felt her salty, tangy pussy touch my tongue. I latched on to her clit and sucked on it. I heard her moan and I felt her thighs tighten around my head.

She gyrated her hips in my face, letting my tongue move down her slit. The protruding folds of her cunt gave way to soft fresh pussy hole. I darted my tongue inside and swirled it around the walls of her pussy. A steady stream of juices landed on my tongue. She wet and leaking and I lapped up every drop of her trickling juices.

I squeezed her butt with both my hands but they still couldn’t hold to all of it; such was the expanse of her fat bubble butt. As I started licking her faster, her moans got louder. I too was moaning because Rajveer had upped his tempo of fucking me. I moaned, Naina moaned and Rajveer grunted as we pleasured each other.

With a loud moan and a shudder, Naina came and collapsed on Rajveer’s chest. She clumsily got off me and went and collapsed on the couch again. I turned my head to the left and saw Uday and Naved fucking Riya.

Riya was still riding Naved and Uday was behind her. Riya was being double penetrated. Hats off to that woman I must say. They were moving together so beautifully; not a hint of awkwardness, as if they had done this countless times before; may be they had.

Uday pulled her hair hard, making her scream and Naved had buried his face in her tits. I couldn’t understand how could he watch his wife being fucked so mercilessly and yet there he was, watching her being fucked and fucking her himself.

“Ohhhh yess…Fuck me hard you bastards…yesss!!!”Riya screamed as her orgasm swept over her. She was a screamer as I had seen her.

“Ohhh woww…” I moaned as I looked down to see Rajveer’s cock pistoning in and out of my pussy. I looked up to him and his face was tensed up, he was sweaty all over, yet he lumbered on. Ohhh…this was the best fuck I had in my life. Three virile men who were fucking me, taking turns with other women too but hadn’t cum till now.

Just when that thought came to my mind, Rajveer started rocking hard, his breaths got short and so did his strokes. I felt his cock twitching in my pussy, signalling his long due orgasm. I grabbed his butt and pulled him closer and rocked back equally hard. Another orgasm was coming my way and I wanted to cum with Rajveer.

“I’m cumming…cumming..just hold on….” I screamed, pleading him not to cum before I did. He mustered all his strength and stamina for that one last push, shoving his cock inside me hard. That did it and I came with a loud screech.

“Aaaarrrrgghhhh…Fucccckkkkk!!!!” I screamed as I came. My pussy clenched around his cock and that triggered his orgasm. He pulled out his twitching cock out of my pussy in the nick of time before his cum splashed on my tits before thick jets of cum erupted from his cock and fell on my face, tits and finally on my stomach.

“Fuccckkkk yeaaahhh…” He groaned as the last drops of his cum came out of his cock. I pulled him close, holding on to his butt and sucked on his cock. The remnants of his cum trickled onto my tongue which I promptly swallowed. His cock steadily shrunk and popped out of my mouth. I fell back on the couch, catching my breath. Rajveer was still straddling my chest, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

I looked to my left and saw Uday pushing his foreskin forward, forcing the last of his cum fall on Riya’s ass hole. Naved was lying still which I presumed meant that he had cum. His cock was still inside her meant that he came inside her, the rightful place.

Uday looked at me and got up and walked over to me. He crouched down, letting his cock come to my face. I opened my mouth and started sucking it, cleaning the cum covered cock. Ohh how I wished he’d hardened up immediately and fuck me then and there. But alas, he seemed to be spent.

Naved and Riya, the love struck couple was kissing and cuddling on the cozy carpet. They had been married for over a decade but the love, the lust and the desire for each other hadn’t waned. I kind of envied them at that moment. Naina was dozing on the couch next to mine.

Rajveer got off me and walked away to another room through a connecting door in this room. I got a glimpse of the room while the door was open and I saw a bed in that room, perhaps it was another bedroom. Meanwhile, Uday kneeled next to me. He lowered his head and kissed me. The tenderness of them moment wasn’t lost on both of us.

“You didn’t cum on me this time. You owe me one.” I said playfully, pulling on his gold chain to kiss him.

“Don’t worry…you’ll get your share and more.” He said as he broke the kiss. I smiled at him.

“These guys will be gone by tomorrow evening…would you like to stay back for a couple of days?” He asked.

“Absolutely…I’d love to.” I replied before pulling him back for a kiss. The idea of staying with him elevated my pulse as I imagined the kinky things we’d do, perhaps Naina would join us too.......

Contd...

[Blue Bull]

Uday got up and walked away to clean himself. I too sat up and looked around. Riya was now sleeping peacefully on the carpet and Naina was asleep on the couch. Naved was on the couch in front of me and Rajveer was sitting on the couch next to mine, his hand gently caressing Naina’s tits but she was so out cold that she didn’t realise a thing.

Naved pulled out a cigarette and lit it where as Rajveer took a beer from the ice box and started gulping it down. I walked over to the table and found a bottle of water which I drank, emptying it in seconds.

I walked to the bathroom to clean myself. Uday was already inside and was washing his face. I grabbed a couple of tissues and cleaned all the much that Rajveer had left on my body. I felt the urge to pee but with Uday still there I hesitated. Just then a naughty idea came to my mind. I lifted the toilet seat and sat on the commode and started peeing. He immediately turned around when he heard me piss.

He watched me and wiped his face with the towel near by. His naked butt rested against the cold ceramic basin. My perverted behaviour had his erection stirring in a couple of minutes. I was done peeing and I washed my pussy with the small water spray nearby. I made sure that he got a clear view of my pussy as the cold water cleansed it.

The cleaning soon turned to masturbation as I kept the spray near my pussy. I pressed the lever down, increasing the water pressure. I closed my eyes as the gushing water hit my pussy. I opened my mouth and a small moan escaped as the water hit my engorged clit.

I opened my eyes to see Uday still standing but with his cock erect and ready. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in front of me. I gently held his cock in my hand and pulled the foreskin back over the cock head. The retracting foreskin gave way to a massive cock head which oozed pre-cum.

I opened my mouth and lowered it to suck on that beautiful cock. I grabbed his butt and my mouth latched on to his cock and began sucking it. One hand jacked the shaft, while the other fondled and squeezed his balls. His one hand was on my head, pushing it back and forth on his cock, while the other hand sneaked down to squeeze my breasts.

He withdrew from my mouth and picked me up. He pushed me against the basin and turned me around, making me face the mirror above the basin. He raised my right leg and placed my folded knee on the edge of the basin. I felt his hand rub my pussy and I knew a second later his cock would follow. But just then, just as he was about to fuck me, we heard a loud bang on the bathroom door.

“Hey guys…we have to use the bathroom as well you know.” I heard Naved say from the other end.

‘What the fuck’ I cursed under my breath, cursing Naved to showing up at the wrong time. There must be 10 other fucking bathrooms in this fucking mansion and he had to use the one where I was about to get fucked. Fuck!!!!!!

Uday let me go and opened the door. By then I was standing still behind Uday. All three exchanged embarrassing smiles; Naved knew what we were doing inside.

Outside things were just as we had left it. Rajveer was on the couch next to Naina, still squeezing her tits and she was out cold as a coma patient. Riya was still on the floor, now sleeping on her back. How ironic, the billionaire wife was naked, sleeping on the floor. Once the clothes are shed, all class, money, status and all the worldly pretences go out of the window.

I walked over to the bar and fetched myself a couple of beer cans. After all the drinking and sex, I still had energy left to drink and fuck even more.

Naved walked out of the bathroom and came and sat on the couch chair to my left. Now, I was sitting on the couch with Rajveer sitting on the couch to my right, Uday on the couch opposite to me and Naved was sitting on the couch to my left, his naked wife near his feet. All of us had been buck naked the whole while but it kind of felt weird knowing that the men were sitting in front of me and watching me as if they expected me to put up a performance. The men were keenly watching me, of course they would, I was the only naked, wiling and awake woman in the room.

I just had Uday nice and hard in the bathroom a few minutes ago and I knew he was roaring to go. From experience I could say that Rajveer and Naved were equally virile, though Uday outmatched them because in spite of being a decade older to them, he lasted equally long.

Each of the men had a drink for themselves. Uday with his signature scotch with ice, Rajveer with white rum and ice and Naved with a beer. I too was sipping on the cold beer. Watching the men in that inebriated and aroused state encouraged me to be a little adventurous.

What I had done with Uday in the bathroom with regards to the hose masturbation, I decided to do this for the guys, except there would be no water hose in here. After the men were looking at me with expecting eyes and cocks.

I was sitting with my feet on the couch and my knees close to my chest. My slit was covered by my shins. I slowly spread my legs apart to give Uday a glimpse of my glistening pussy. I looked at Rajveer and then at Naved who seemed eager to get a glimpse as well. Pittying them, I spread my legs wide enough to let both of them get a nice clean view of my pussy.

I inserted my index finger in my mouth and sucked on it, making it nice and wet before slowly lowering it down to my clit. My wet finger gently flicked my clit and I winced. I exaggerated my wince, to entice the men, after all I was putting on a show.

The cold can of beer next to me gave me a wicked idea. I raised the beer over my chest and turned it over. The cold beer fell over my breasts, flowing along the curves and contours of my breasts on to my flat stomach, from where it flowed down to my pussy…..

“Aaahhhhh…” I gasped as the ice cold beer touched my warm skin. I felt goosebumps on my body and a very high sense of arousal. My eyes closed and Ishuddered as the chilled beer flowed down my cleavage on to the couch.

“Sorry for the ruining your couch…hehe…” I said to Uday.

“Don’t worry about it…..” Uday said as he furiously jacked off with a blank look, watching me.

I pushed my finger inside my hole, rotating it around to make it wet from my juices. I raised the finger to my mouth and sucked on it slowly, deliberately making those smacking sounds. I pushed my finger back inside my pussy and started fingering myself.

“Aaaah…Aaaahhhh….” I moaned as my slender finger moved in and out of my pussy and my thumb wriggled on my clit. I had ckosed my eyes and my head was thrown back and I was coming close to an orgasm. My breathing got heavier and my moans turned to screams and soon I was cumming hard.I tightly closed my thighs around my hand, my body shook violently in the throes of the orgasm.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the men watching me with wide open eyes, their eyes clearly showed the lust and desire boiling over. They wanted to do so much, so much more. They were all sporting raging hard erections, shamelessly on display.

I looked to Naina and Riya still sleeping; sleeping as deep as a coma. I knew even an earthquake won’t wake them up.

I had a flash of wicked thought. I got up and started walking to the door that I had seen Rajveer walk to a while ago. All three of them were watched me, swaying my ass exaggeratingly as I walked to the door. I knew there was a bedroom beyond it. Standing at the door, I looked back at the men and smiled. All three of them looked at each other for a second and stood up and walked towards me. I opened the door and walked inside the bedroom..

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“Aaaahhhh….” I screamed as Uday pushed his cock in to my ass hole.

“Fuck…this bitch can take cock like a pro…” Naved grunted. He was under me, his cock was buried completely inside my wet, sloppy cunt. His arms were wrappped and locked around me and were pulling me down.

“Aaaha..yeeahhh..” I moaned as Uday pushed his cock further into my butt. His cold hands gripped my ass tightly and I could hear him grunt as my tight hole rubbed against his cock.

I felt the thickness of both cocks in my holes. I could feel both of those rods throb inside me, slowly rubbing against the soft insides of my body. It felt as if there was just a small membrane seperating the two.

I had been fucked in the pussy many times before by my ex boy friends and many many times by Uday. Uday had even taken my anal virginity. But this was the first time that I was taking cocks up both my holes at the same time.

My 24 year old tight body was being stretched and milked to its limit. In an age where I was supposed to be standing on my feet in the big bad world; an age where I should’ve been just like those other girls, hoplessly day dreaming about their prince charming, man of honor and armor riding his stead, I was hundreds of miles away from my home, in a place which I barely knew about, being fucked by 3 men who were almost twice my age.

I felt Uday’s balls against my butt crack and I knew he was completely inside me. Beaneath me, I could see Naved wincing as my spasming pussy gripped his cock tightly. Drops of sweat slowly pooled on his forehead, his deep breaths hit my face which was just an inch away.

All three of us were still and calm, occasionally sighing and cooing at the slightest movement. I was feeling so full, so stuffed and so complete. The men stayed still, waiting for me to get used to their cocks. This was their way of showing mercy on their 24 year slut.

I indeed was a slut. How many women are out there in the world who can claim to have been fucked by three men at the same time. How many women are there who can claim to have been gang banged. Good girls don’t do such things….bad bad girls do everything!

I looked to my right to see Rajveer kneeling on the bed just a foot away from me. He was slowly stroking his cock with his hand and staring at my tight naked body being fucked. I could see the anticipation of being inside me in his eyes; his hard cock just waiting its turn.

Uday started moving back and forth albeit slowly. I could feel his cock rub against my thin, sensitive insides as it pulled out and again slowly went back inside. Naved couldn’t move as he was holding me down and Uday had pinned my ass down restricting my movement. I slowly started gyrating my hips to milk Naved’s cock.

Naved pulled my head down and we kissed. The kiss was so passionate, so soft that I moaned lightly. Our tongues clashed as we exchanged saliva. My breaths were getting deeper and heavier as I kissed Naved and was being fucked by Uday from behind.

“Aaaahhhh…” I screamed as Uday grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. I opened my eyes to see Rajveer kneeling in front of me, just behind Naved’s head, his cock hard and straight, pointing at my mouth. I opened my mouth and Rajveer pushed his hip forward, making his cock slide in my mouth.

I was now truely a whore; my gang bang was complete in all sense. All my fuckable holes were sealed by cocks. I was being ravaged, my sould being corrupted and torn apart.

“Mmmpppff….Mmmmpff…” I moaned with his cock still in my mouth. Rajveer took control as he bunched my hair in his hand and started fucking my mouth. Meanwhile, Naved raised his ass a little and started fucking me from under.

“Mmmmmmmmppfpff….” I screamed, as the two cocks fucked me hard and the third one hit my throat again and again. The room was filled with my screams and distinct noises of balls hitting my skin. Three sacks of balls were slapping my soft skin; one against my pussy, the other against my ass and the third one slapping my chin.

Rajveer thrust his cock deep inside my mouth and held my head tight, not letting me back out. Uday’s forceful thrust pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I instinctively stopped breathing as the cock head rubbed against my throat. My eyes got watery as my mouth was gagged. His thin bush tickled my nose and my tongue could almost touch his wriggly ball sack.

“Mmmmppffff..” I screamed for mercy and Rajveer finally let go off my head. I backed out immediately and started coughing. My eyes were watery, impairing my vision. I could feel tears roll down my cheeks. Uday grabbed my arms and pulled me up, straightening me immediately and started fucking my ass harder.

“Thap..Thap..Thap..Thap…..” His balls slapped against my ass, his cock pistoned my ass faster and harder. His hard thursts were pushing me forward, making Naved’s cock rub my pussy walls.

“Aaahhhhh….Gawwddd…..Ummmm…” I screamed as I came.

“Yeahhh….scream….take it bitch and scream….” Uday grunted. My body was jerking violently but was held down by Uday and Naved. I collapsed on Naved, trying to catch my breath. Uday had stopped and was resting too, knowing I was momentarily out of the game.

Uday pulled out of me and kneeled next to Rajveer. I was still riding Naved and was resting my head against his neck, still recovering from my orgasm. Naved grabbed my ass and started thrusting from under and I started moaning again. I looked up to see both their cocks dangling in front of me and I started sucking on Uday’s first.

“Mmmmpfff…Mmmmpffff…Ummm….” I moaned as rode Naved and alternated on sucking Rajveer and Uday’s cocks.

“Turn around and ride me…” Naved said before slapping my ass hard. I got off him and turned around. I gently held his cock with my fingers and sat on it slowly.

“Aaahhh…” I moaned and winced as Naved’s long cock filled me completely. The other two by then had moved in front of me, standing a few inches from my mouth, stroking their wet cocks.

I was now riding Naved and alternating between sucking Uday and Rajveer; in a way similar to what I was doing a minute ago but now the other way round. Naved was squeezing my ass as he pushed me forward, making me gyrate my hips on his cock.

Naved pulled me back and I stretched my self, lying on my back on Naved. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them hard and pinched my nipples while his other hand played with my clit. His hips were raised as he fucked me hard from below.

“Fuck..Aaaahhhhh…” I screamed as he pinched my clit. The other men watched as I wriggled and squirmed on Naved’s naked, sweaty body. I had lost count of orgasms, I was completely exhausted but felt the urge to carry on.

Naved pushed me up, pulling out of my cock and I felt his cock rub my asshole. I sqauted and perfectly allinged his cock and my asshole. Uday’s thick cock had loosened it enough for Naved’s comparitively thinner cock slide in easily. He pulled me down on himself and started thrusting from under; I matched his strokes my gyrating my hips in co-ordination with him.

“Ummm….Please…guysss…fuck my pussy…” I pleaded with Uday and Rajveer to step up for the deed. Rajveer wasted no time and was between my wide spread legs before he entered me. My thighs were spread wide, knees pointing upwards and my feet next to Naved’s thighs giving Rajveer the perfect penetration angle.

Holding on to my thighs, Rajveer fucked me hard from the word go. He knew I was ready to take a good hard fucking, having taken quite a few since the night began. He thighs had been pushed back, almost to my chest as both cocks smoothly moved in and out of me.

“Aaahhh…Aahhh….Aahh….Naaaaa….” I screamed as both the cocks drove me to an orgasm.

Rajveer pushed my legs together, making them point straight upwards and I heard both of them groan as my pussy tightened around their stiff hard cocks. With this new position, Rajveer took charge as he pumped his cock in to my cunt and as my body jerked, Naved’s cock moved in my ass hole too thus saving him the effort of thrusting from under.

“Ummmmmm….” I screamed, biting my lip in throes of another orgasm.

“Aaaaahhhhhh…..” I moaned as I came again. My orifices throbbed and so did the cocks inside them.

The series of orgasms I had in such a short span of time had reduced me to a sweating heap. I felt like a lump of jelly going through the motions without thought or perception. As Rajveer withdrew from my pussy, I slid down Naved’s body and assumed the fetal position immediately. I was exhausted, battered but satisfied. The men though still hadn’t cum and I could register in my incoherent state that things were far from over.

The men stood near the bed and watched me moaning and cooing, trying to catch my breath. Their impatience showed as I felt being dragged to the edge of the bed. I was still lying in the fetal position, my legs curled up with my knees touching my chest.

I felt my thighs being pried open so very slightly before I felt a cock touch my pussy. I didn’t even try and look up to who it was; I just kept my eyes shut and my head down as I felt the head slowly move inside. After sliding in a couple of inches it stopped. I wondered for a second but I was still too tired to look up. But I didn’t have to wait long as I felt another cock head on my butt hole. Was it the same cock…no..I could still fill it inside my pussy.

I mustered my strength and looked up to see Uday and Naved standing next to one another, Naved to the right and Uday to the left. I derived that Uday was inside my pussy and Naved was about to enter my butt hole.

WHAT THE FUCK!!! Is this really happening was the first thought I came to my mind as my vision cleared. This was straight out of porno! My fetal position had opened my both my orifices for them to fuck which they were about to. I had simply resigned to these men and without uttering a word I put my head down on the mattress and waited for them to resume.

“Aaaahhh…” I moaned with my eyes closed as Naved entered my ass. I felt their penises slide in completely before they stopped. I felt Uday pull out slowly before pushing in again followed by Naved who did the same. They repeated their alternating pushes and pulls, slowly gaining speed.

“Ummmmmm…” I moaned as both my holes were being fucked. Words had become a rarity with only sounds of sex emanating from our mouths.

I felt a hand on my cheek, moving my sweaty hair off. I looked up to see Rajveer kneeling near my head with his hard cock. I looked up to his expressionless face before glancing down at his tool and the balls hanging below.

He inched forward before slowly lowering his balls. I inched my head up and opened my mouth before he placed his balls in my mouth. As i closed my lips around his nut, I swirled my tongue, layering the nut with a thick layer of saliva.

I looked up at him and saw his mouth was opened and his chest was heaving. His face displayed a sense of paramount arousal and satisfaction. I alternated between his balls, nicely lubing them up before sliding my tongue down to his perineum. His cock twitched wildly as I gently licked the perineum. I slowly licked up to his balls, snaking one hand under his legs to massage his butt home, while the other hand wrapped around his butt to feel its tautness.

I propped myself up on my left arm and opened my mouth. Rajveer guided his hard cock into my mouth and I started sucking on it. Meanwhile Uday and Naved had changed gears and were now drilling me hard and simultaneously.

I moaned with each of their plunges into my pussy and those loud moans were muffled by Rajveer’s cock which was moving in and out my mouth. My left forearm started to hurt as I spent minute after minute pleasuring Rajveer with my mouth. The pain was nothing in comparison to the intense pleasure I was feeling every second as it rushed from my nether regions to my head, urging me to continue.

“Aaaarrhh…Aaarrrgghhhh…” I heard Naved moaned and I managed to glance back at him with my mouth still being fucked by Rajveer. Naved was sweating profusely; the sweat was not just dripping down his forehead but more of it had enveloped his entire body to create a beautiful sheen which made him look so desirable than he already was under the dim lights of the room.

He fucked me hard and his strokes got deeper as I senses his orgasm approach. I prepared myself for a cum shower on my ass but Naved was showing no signs of stopping. I stopped sucking Rajveer and watched as Naved fucked me hard. I was wincing and moaning in tandem with Naved who’s strokes were getting erratic and short. Uday had slowed down his stroking, letting Naved take the lead and relieve himself.

Rajveer was a mute spectator, slowly stroking his cock; I gave him a few short sucks and licked the side of his shaft, keeping an eye on Naved as he drilled me hard.

“Aaaaarrrgghhhhh…” Naved screamed as he pushed his dick completely inside me, closed his eyes and threw back his head, signalling the end. I felt his cum gush into my anal hole and with each twitch spurting out more and more semen.

I collapsed on the bed as I too had orgasmed as Naved did. Once he was done cumming he slowly pulled out and walked away. Now one man was down and I had two more to go before it ended and I wanted to make most of this.

“Turn around Mira and Raj…come over to this side.” Uday said in his usual authoritative tone. We both complied and now I was lying on my back with my head hanging down the edge of the bed.

Uday kneeled between my legs before plunging his cock inside where as Rajveer stood behind me pointing his cock straight towards my mouth. I opened my mouth to welcome his cock inside. Uday fucked me hard, pushing me against Rajveer which in turn pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. Now all three of us were grunting and moaning as the night drew closer to the end.

“Ummmm…Ummmphffff…” I screamed as Uday fucked me harder where as Rajveer’s cock hit my throat. Naved walked back and sat next to us with a beer in hand and a cigarette on his lips, watching us intently, stroking his flaccid penis.

“Aaarrghhh…I am gonna cum..Aarrghhh….Mira MY BITCH…TAKE MY CUM YOU WHORE.” Uday screamed as he emptied his nuts in my pussy. Those filthy words which would had normally offended me to no end now seemed so arousing that I came for the nth time that night. Rajveer was still fucking my mouth but I knew he too was close to cumming.

“Open you mouth!!..” he yelled as he abruptly pulled out of mouth. I obdiently complied and the next second he came with a loud grunt. The first jet of his thick cum landed straight inside my mouth followed by a couple of more. A few of the subsequent jets landed on my face, my chin and neck. He pushed his cock inside my mouth and I sucked on it with a mixture of his cum and my saliva. He fucked my mouth pushing the cum down my throat. He pulled out when he went soft and collapsed on the bed next to me. Uday had collapsed on me after his orgasm and was now softly kissing my breasts and occasionally sucking on my nipples.

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“Unnhhh…What the..” I said as woke up. I was still dazed and half asleep.

I looked around and wondered where I was. I raised my head to figure out where I was when I felt and saw Uday’s arm around me. He was lying next to me, deep asleep, snoring a little while being completely naked. I looked to my left and saw Naved with his hand on his cock. Rajveer was sleeping near my feet. All the three men had not taken any effort to cover themselves.

I looked beyond the bed to see Naina and Riya sleeping on the couches. Slowly the images of the night flashed in front of my eyes and I blushed as I recalled each kinky moment. I fell on the bed and drifted to sleep, satisfied and sore.

With a majority of states under his kitty, the upcoming elections in the upper house of the parliament was in Uday’s kitty. With most of the electoral college influenced by him, candidates handpicked by Uday were easily elected.

Once the elections in the house were done, the government in power sunk further. It barely had a majority in the lower house and now it lost its grip on the upper house. The chaos and the hooliganism of the opposition made any legislative work impossible. Both houses were adjourned repeatedly and session after session of the parliament went to waste.

Uday’s party was now in power in 18 out of the 29 states in the country and the party seemed unstoppable. The General Elections were just a year away and things were getting difficult for the government.

The upcoming elections meant that Uday was busy. He was glued to his phone most of the time. It was difficult to get time with him but he did make it a point to meet me as much as he could. Our meetings were mostly dominated by politics; that’s what we talked the most, even when…

“Ummmmm……” I moaned as I gyrated by butt against his crotch. My grinding butt made his cock slide and touch the walls of my cunt. My eyes were closed and my hands clutched his chest hair tightly as his massive cock poked my insides.

“We have 2 rallies coming up…are we ready for them?” Uday asked someone over the phone. His left hand gripped my waist while his right hand held the cell phone. He nodded his head as he heard from the other end.

“Uday…” I whispered, trying to end the phone call. He winked at me, squeezed my butt and gestured me that he needed just a couple of minutes more.

“Hmmppfff…” I grunted and continued sliding back and forth. I squeezed my pussy and Uday winced, barely managing to sound normal. I grinned at him devilishly before he squeezed my butt.

“Yeahhhh…schedule a meeting with the strategists tomorrow…I have to go now…” He said sounding even more uncomfortable. As soon as the call ended, he threw the cell phone on the bed, grabbed me tight and turned me over, mounting me expertly.

“You teasing bitch!” He grunted as he started thrusting harder inside me. At first I giggled seeing his reaction but a moment later I threw my head back and moaned as he started fucking me harder. I clutched the bed sheets tightly as he hammered my waiting cunt.
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Being a member of his press corps, I travelled with Uday across the length and breadth of the country. I followed him closely, recording his speeches, taking notes which in later turned into the articles for the news paper I worked for.

Even though, he and I kept it strictly formal during the day, the nights were very personal. I kept my distance from him but whenever he needed me, Naina would call and I would be escorted to his room, carefully hidden from the prying eyes of the world.

This was the routine in most places that we visited. Whether it was at Ashoka Hotel, New Delhi…

“Yessss…suck my cock my bitches…” Uday grunted as he made himself comfortable on the bed. I and Naina, completely naked were between his spread legs devouring his swollen meat.

Or was it the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai….

“Fuck…Aaaahh…Yesss..Babyy….” I hollered as Uday fucked me hard. I heard Naina and Rajveer cheering as Uday went into overdrive.

Where ever he went, I followed. Days were long and night were longer. Passion and lust flowed like water from a flooding river.

Uday’s party was slowly, but surely taking over. From the rout that it faced the last time it was in power, it was coming back to poll position. It won almost all by elections that were announced, further cementing its stronghold.

But there was one problem. Even though the current government seemed cornered, it was still holding on to power. The alliance was loose but it seemed to be agile enough to withstand any blow to its body.

The alliance was a motley group of several regional parties. One of the largest of those components was of Rajveer’s party. Uday had Rajveer in his kitty; absolutely he did because Rajveer was an invitee to almost all his parties and most of all, his orgies, which I too had been a part of.

Rajveer’s party had a sizeable number of seats in the lower house but even if he decided to pull out from the government, Uday and Rajveer still didn’t control enough seats to stake claim to form the government.

Rajveer wasn’t a heavy weight in comparison to Bhagwati Prasad. Prasad would hold on to the other parties and thwart any plans that Rajveer had made with Uday. But Rajveer wasn’t the largest stake holder in the government; it was Chaudhary Sangram Singh!

“Sangram Sing..Aaah…” I moaned as Uday pummelled my spasming cunt.

“Huh??…What?” Uday grunted as he fucked me, increasing his pace with each passing stroke.

“You can use Sangram Singh to bring down the government..Aaahh….” I moaned out an idea.

Uday stopped immediately. I opened my eyes and saw him stare at me. He wasn’t moving an inch; I on the other hand was getting impatient and desperate. I pushed back, trying to make his cock go in and out but Uday pulled out.

I groaned in disappointment as I could feel an orgasm build up. But the moment I uttered Sangram Singh’s name, Uday seemed to have lost complete interest in fucking me….that was a first!

As Uday got off the bed, Naina who till now was lying next to me took Uday’s place between my legs. She lowered her mouth on to my cunt and started licking me, triggering the build up of the orgasm I thought I had lost.

Chaudhary Sangram Singh was a old college politician with his feet firmly on the ground. He had built a formidable political empire. He was three time chief minister of his state, served as Home Minister at the Center and was strong voice in the corridors of Lutyens Delhi.

He was a man who inspired awe and hatred in the same measure. Everyone was scared of him, everyone kept mum in his presence not just because he was intimidating but because he was a King Maker!

Sangram Singh was easily six foot tall, had a large frame and was muscular even at his age. He was a wrestler in his younger days and that showed to this day. He had blood shot eyes, a thick handlebar moustache and a booming baritone. Even though he was seventy five years old, he appeared to be strong enough to beat the likes of Rajveer and Uday put together.

He was hated because he always managed to stay politically relevant. He controlled a large and strong vote bank which was blindly faithful to him and he had mastered the art of striking the right alliances at the right time. His political foresight gave him an advantage over even the most seasoned politicians; it was as if he could see in to the future.

Chaudhary Sangram Singh had the largest number of seats in the parliament after Uday. It was he who kept the government in power. He was not a minister in Bhagwati Prasad’s cabinet but had sent his trusted men as envoys on his behalf.

Bhagwati Prasad was not Sangram Singh’s first choice for becoming PM. When Uday’s government collapsed and the entire opposition came together, it was pretty obvious that Sangram Singh would be PM. A usually media shy and reticent Sangram Singh made his ambition and intention to be PM clear during an interview.

The alliance that formed seemed to have come around the idea that Sangram Singh would be PM. Many of the alliance partners had pledged their allegiance to Sangram Singh and so the alliance met in the halls of the parliament to choose the leader of the house.

Just a few minutes before Sangram Singh was to be declared the PM, a couple of alliance members sprung an ambush. They suggested Bhagwati Prasad’s name! There was absolute silence in the hall for a minute or so before Rajveer spoke up.

He supported Bhagwati Prasad too, sighting Sangram Singh’s image. After all, Sangram Singh was a goon who had arm twisted his way to power and his name was embroiled in many criminal and corruption cases and Bhagwati Prasad was learned scholar who was widely respected not just in the political circles but also revered by the public.

Rajveer argued that to keep the allaince strong, it would need not just political but public approval. Sangram Singh’s name would not appease the public at large and the legitimacy of this government would constantly be under question.

In those few minutes, the game changed. No one actually wanted Sangram Singh to be PM but they were supporting him reluctantly because he had the largest share in the house. But the moment the first spark of defiance was lit, the entire alliance turned against him.

Sangram Singh was furious, livid at the slight. He walked out of the parliament and it seemed that the house was still hung. It seemed that elections would be called. Sangram Singh kept himself confined in his house where members of the alliance met him to convince him. Bhagwati Prasad too paid him a visit and spent several minutes speaking with him.

Finally Sangram Singh relented. Perhaps he thought that it was better to stay in power as a King Maker than to stay out of power. He knew he was loosing grip over his home state and anti incumbency was at its peak. He thought he could use the center to stem the rising anti incumbency.

And so, Bhagwati Prasad was sworn in as PM, proved his majority in the house and was now PM. It was very obvious that Sangram Singh hated him, despised him for taking away his shot at highest executive post in the country but stayed quiet. Many knew that Sangram Singh was plotting to bring Bhagwati Prasad down but didn’t have anything to use against him and that is where Uday would come in to picture.

“It is a brilliant idea….” Rajveer declared as he kneeled behind Naina’s ass and started fucking her. Naina moaned partly in pleasure and partly in approval of my plan. Uday sat on the couch, still naked, his flaccid cock coated with my juices. A cigarette in hand and a vat of scotch next to him helped him brood over this.

The End..

[Blue Bull]

A Tossed Coin Changed Lives
By: Anonymous

I was married when I was just 16 and half to my father’s sick friend’s son Mahesh. My FIL expired due to cancer within 4 months of my marriage. In fact Mahesh too was taken care by my father as he was still studying. I didn’t know anything about sex till I got married.

But within 4 months of marriage I was pregnant and I had a son. Everything was ok and money was no problem for us but Mahesh went to US for further studies and I was in Pune we stayed in Baner and I was working for US based Medical transcription company which was in fact financed by my dad and 25% was in my name.

He had a small partnership in that firm as he was close to my boss Mr. Sameer. Mahesh also got a job in IT firm out there so there was no point he coming pretty soon and with my son Vansh who started going to college father thought its better I stay here with my son as his education will be good out here.

Ok to tell about me I was 5.7+ heights 33 25 35 was slim but due to my height everyone had a bad eye for me or sexy eye for me. I too looked after the administration part and also worked as editor in that company which was situated in pimpale gurav which was roughly 12 km from my place.

I had just normal incident with Sameer sir when once we had gone to a trip to Lonavala by train during the rains I was wet and few of my colleagues including Sameer sir were constantly looking at me.

I had a worn a tight jeans and light green t-shirt and a sweater on top. Sameer sir was around 26 at that time in 2006 when the incident really started, but he was very manly huge as he use to go to gym regular.

At bushi dam sir was behind me holding me as we walked in the water as I tripped twice and his hands were all over my body which sent shiver in that wet rain and my wet body as he was strong guy and his grip was pretty much firm and it has aroused me sexually.

The same time while we were returning by local train which was too crowded I was standing exactly in front of Sameer sir there were other peoples too but I knew I could feel Sameer sir’s cock right on my buttock and I didn’t even looked back but to be frank enjoyed the sheer strong cock and I was fantasying about him from that day many a times which made me wet during office hours.

He never made any move after that then it was routine work related but I had some soft corner or you can say hard corner for him.

But over the days that too went as he never made his move. It was almost a year 26th July 2006 when it rained heavily in Pune in fact all over the country.

I had not gone on that day as mom dad sister and my son and gone to our native place and I wasn’t able to go due to the work load and 2 of our Editors on leave.

I went to office around 11 am so on 27th July 2006 as it was raining more heavily I was calling up office and nobody was picking up and I thought the line might be dead and it could not be fair on my part not going to office and hampering the work.

Even though it was raining heavily I still left for my office in my Kinetic and seeing hardly few people in the street with the heavy rain made me go back home. But I was in two minds and after crossing the Aundh Bridge I thought it will be better to go to work.

In fact out of the blue in spite of wearing my jacket and Rain coat I was fully wet and by the time I crossed to go to Pimpale gurav there was a big pool right on the middle of the road.

There were few people trying to cross I tried to make a valiant effort and as my Kinetic scooter went ahead within 2-3 min the engine shut off as water entered the engine or carburetor.

I didn’t knew what to do and when I got down my knees were fully covered with water I was shivering but somehow went dragging my scooter for 2 km in the rain and reached our office which was in a housing apartment which too had knee height of water.

I was stuck there not knowing what to do, I could see office light on the first floor and I parked my scooter outside and went in that water and slipped only to find myself almost submerged under water fully I somehow got up and was up only to find the office door open and no one inside.

I went near the cabin sir was sitting alone and seeing me Sameer sir saw me and was shocked and he yelled at me what the hell I was doing in this flood. But seeing him I was shocked as he was in his shorts and T-shirt and looked different

I almost cried first of all as I was shivering like hell secondly I was unable to speak as my teeth were shattering due to cold. Sameer sir told that he had diverted the work to our outsourcing company as no one was able to come yesterday itself and he has told Reeta our receptionist to call and tell me the same and my phone was only ringing and nobody was picking it up.

In fact I had gone to drop my family at the station.

Seeing me shivering Sameer sir was in a fix and he told me that he will take me home. I told my scoter is not getting started we somehow crossed the same pool of water which was made down the apartment and he told it will be better if I come to his house as it was nearby rather then going all the way to my place in this heavy rain.

We reached his apartment he too was wet as the umbrella wasn’t enough to cover us both. The moment we reached his apartment he told me to go to the bathroom and remove my clothes and he will get some hot water where I can take a bath which might stop my shivering.

There was no power he told he will keep some water on the gas and get it so that I will be better I removed my raincoat and jacket he took it out but the moment I removed it I was shivering more then before. I was so cold that I had literally sat on the bathroom floor with my hand and feet clinched together.

Sameer sir opened the door and seeing me in that way he was afraid. He took the bucket out and brought some steaming hot water. He mixed some cold water and started to pour on me. I was still wearing my salwar. I felt a bit better and he told me to remove my clothes so that he can dry the same and I can take my bath.

I wasn’t able to do anything but somehow removed my clothes and was nude and started pouring hot water on me. Sameer sir knocked the door and passed on a big towel and I was stunned what he wants me to come out just wearing a towel.

But I didn’t have option too. I felt I needed more hot water but the bucket was empty. I rubbed myself and wrapped myself in that towel which covered from chest till my knee and I called Sameer sir and told if I could get some warm dress to wear.

He told he didn’t have any clothes but to check myself what I am comfortable in. I came out he looked me from head to toe and I was still cold and shivering even after the hot water bath. I didn’t had anything to cover and rather then giving me anything to wear he looked at me for few min and scolded me telling me why I had kept my hairs wet.

He took me to the bedroom made me sit on the bed and took another towel started to dry my hairs he was standing right in front of me in between I could see Sameer sir has changed and was wearing a lungi and I could make out that it had made a tent on his crotch.

He told me to lie on the bed and covered me with a bed cover and a thick blanket and told me to remove my wet towel or else it won’t be of any use covering myself in this heavy blanket. I did the same he removed Vicks vaporub first he went near my feet and started to rub the same. He was only talking with me and I was telling yes sir and no sir. I was shivering and my whole body was cold.

He got up and opened his cupboard and removed a thermometer cleaned it and came near me telling me it is better to be sure that I am ok or else have to call in a doctor. He inserted the thermometer in my mouth and sat near my head and I was afraid and excited when he inserted his hand and applying some Vicks to his hand his hand came on my bare chest our eyes met and he told you will need this to keep your chest warm. You all do foolish thing people die in this kind of rain and you traveled this far for nothing and so on.

Yes that’s was it and soon his hands were on my chest rubbing softly on my bare chest on my left breast. I just muttered Mmmhhhh silently with the thermometer in my mouth.

Sameer sir was moving his hands lightly on my right breast, which left me almost breathless. Naturally I was very uncomfortable and could realize that my nipples were getting hard and this went for some time and I was enjoying his hand on my body.

He removed the thermometer looked at it and showing me "Smita, you are running a temperature of 103. I think so its better to call a doctor you are feeling cold and you are shivering but your body temperature is rising”

I understood his double meaning talk and told him that no sir once I stop shivering and my cold goes I will be ok.

I felt Sameer sir’s hand on my left tits and I literally shivered with excitement he looked me into his eyes telling me, "Smita kay huwa”

I said “kuch nahi sir”

“I know this is not your problem I think so this is your husband’s problem”

“Matlab sir”

“Mahesh hota ta ab talak tu theek hoti thi, Kya tujhe nahi lagta ki tu Mahesh ki baho mai rahe aur woh bhi tujhpe khoob garam pyaar barsaye is tandhi mein"

I came to know what Sameer sir meant. I know its eight months the last time I had what I wanted and before I could realize what was going to happen sir came inside the blanket and I could feel his bare legs on top of my legs and he has removed his lungi telling me, this is the only way I can be normal.

I told him, “Sir its not right”. He kissed my cheeks and told, “Don’t worry its better to do age old practice rather then you shiver and lie in a hospital bed for the next 4-5 days”

I was in no mood to hear as I felt his hot cock on my left hips his rough hands on my right breast and my cunt getting wetter and wetter

His fingers continued rummaging through my whole body and it went down on my cunt and a finger slid in. "Oh... gawd... Smitaa you are so hot with a fiery wet cunt."

He muttered to himself. He withdrew his finger from my cunt and was on top of me and he started parting my legs with his knees positioned himself and I could feel his right hand going between our hips and I could feel his cock right at the opening of my cunt lips.

I just said, “Sirr plsss” before I could say anything his lips were on mine and the words stopped. Everything was making me pretty dizzy and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t knew what I am doing was right or wrong. The place which was reserved only for my beloved husband and no none other was going to be violated it so wantonly.

I felt his cock head nudging between my pussy lips. I felt my pussy lips spread to accommodate the intruding organ as he pushed forward. It took him 4-5 jerks and his cock entered mercilessly inside my cunt.

I felt a sharp twinge of pain between my thighs; and my eyes which were shut my lips opened with his tongue snarling here and there in my mouth feeling the split in my cunt my eyes opened with a pop and I grunted with his lips locked with mine as I was split into two with his huge cock.

The pain caused tears in my eyes. He was still kissing me with our eyes locked in as he was moving his hips up and down slowly and suddenly he stopped kissing telling me, “its heaven Smita” and gave a massive thrust. His mammoth hardness tore into me. It felt like a burning rod entering between my thighs.

"No... please," I wailed with pain. "please nikal do Sameer Sir ahhh plsss."

"Its ok Smitaaa, its all your Mahesh’s fault leaving you without making love to a wonderful women like you, just calm do everything will be ok”

He bent his head and kissed me again. He held still for some time enjoying the feel of his long thick tool resting inside my hurting pussy. Then he withdrew his cock only the tip remained inside. The pain eased a little. He pushed again ramming his massive hardness deep into my pussy. I yelled again. "Aah... Smita ... what you are so tight baby."

He began fucking me with long strokes. I was in a different world never felt better and my body which was freezing was heating up as he continued plundering my pussy with hard strokes.

With every passing second, his humping got wilder. He fucked me harder and harder, and my along with that my moaning too was growing. Slowly the pain began to ease off; my cunt got adjusted to his savage thrusting.

His rough thrusting cock made me so wet and gave his prick the lubrication it needed. My body began to respond to his humping. He was groaning and grunting. He continued fucking my pussy, with every stroke, his humping got more and more ferocious.

I was having my first orgasm of my life while having sex in spite of me having a wonderful son. I never got the pleasure of body shattering orgasm and I didn’t know in fact I orgamed 3 times.

Finally, Sameer sir cried loudly, and plunged his cock all the way inside my pussy. I felt his cock swell inside me, jerk violently and spurt his hot molten seed inside the soft folds of my cunt yet again. It felt like hot lava surging in my cunt inundating my soft enclave.

He slumped over me; his face pressed between my breasts. He was panting with the effort. Surprisingly, I could also hear my own heavy breathing with his cock still in my cunt and he made no attempt to take it out.

To be frank I just remember he getting down and I went to a fast sleep but when I woke up he wasn’t there my dress was neatly pressed along with my bra and panties and it was hanging on the back of the door and the door was closed.

I didn’t know what happened seeing the time it was 2 in the afternoon and I didn’t knew I slept so long. I wore my dress and came out seeing Sir was working on his laptop. We just saw each other and he told there is some food in the hot case and I can have it and also some tea in the flask.

I just had a cup full of tea and came out and the rain too wasn’t there so thought of leaving but to be frank I want Sameer sir to hold me and I don’t know whatever give me a hug kiss or even fuck me as I was fully prepared for the same this time. In fact my body was getting attracted to him.

We sat didn’t had a word what happened talked about the work and I told I will leave now. Sameer sir handed me over his Scooty keys and hugged me. Ahhh I felt my legs going weak with the same. He just kissed my cheeks and told me whatever happened Smita I am sorry but you are so beautiful couldn’t resist after touching you.

I thought what a nasty thing to say. I didn’t say a word but he told its not right as he owes my father a lot who helped him financially so that his company was doing well today and he shouldn’t have done to his daughter. I told him its ok sir I don’t know what to say but whatever happened….. happened and you don’t have to feel sorry for the same.

He looked at me and told “Well Smita I like you and could like and love to have more such good times with you but my way”

I didn’t understood one part and asked him, “What sir my way”

Sameer sir, “I already had sex with two other married women’s but I discontinued the relationship as they came when they were free when they wanted it, but if you want me you have to be my bitch my sex slave and have to come whenever I want you (saying the same his hands were already squeezing my buttocks.

I also could feel his cock hardened and grinding my crotch) you will be my whore (telling that he squeezed me breast his left hands on my buttocks and his right hand on my breast as already made me wet) well the choice is yours Smita”

I felt bad though I was wet and just tried to free myself but his grip was harder I told him, “please sir I thought you are nice, please let me go. You are really disgusting Sameer sir.. I though you liked me but this is disgusting.”

“I am nice Smita you know how nice I was fucking you making you cum many a times you know that but you know the problem with married women’s. They spread their legs when they want and that leave my dick hungry and angry for them. So make your choice I wont force you”

I again struggled and let me go he told me giving me his Scooty keys and his house keys telling me, “take my house keys”

I told I will go by rickshaw. He again held my hand giving me the keys telling me, “take this key and listen to me. I am not forcing you or anything. You go home now and you decide what you want if you want to have sex with me forever till we break mutually I want you to come tonight to my house before 11 pm and I want you in my bed fully nude”

I tried to free my hand and was near the door, “Sir I don’t want anything, let me go”

He again held my hand telling me, “let me complete if you want me I want you here by 11 pm or else you can come tomorrow in the office give my house keys and my scooty keys and I will never touch trouble you and our relationship will be the same as it was till today morning. You will be Mrs. Smita Jadhav so the choice is yours take this and leave”

I didn’t want to take either his scooty or the house keys. But he forced it on my hand and I took my Jacket and Raincoat which too were dried a bit and he opened the front door. Before opening the other grilled iron door Sameer Sir hugged me telling, “You are really beautiful. I like you”

Before I could say or revolt he had already opened the door and I was out of his house. I took his Scooty and left home with 10000 things running in my mind. What a nasty guy how can he talk like that.

I was also afraid if he black mails me or dirty though came in to my mind. I had a bath had my food and went to sleep around 4 pm in the evening after calling my mom.

I don’t know what happened while I slept I had this dream where he was literally fucking me in the office reception while talking to someone else. When I got up at 7:30 pm I was already wet didn’t knew what to think about the same.

Watching the cable I was constantly thinking of Sameer sir and I didn’t know my legs were restless I just kept on flipping on top of one another. My hands moved on my breast I never did anything of that sort till then.

I suddenly felt the way his cock came in me where I had my final orgasm I could still feel his sperms hitting my cunt wall and all that made me wet again.

I was going mad thinking the hot part with Sameer sir then the bad part what he said. I didn’t know what to do. There was a 2 Rs. Coin on the table and I remember one of my friends Preeti who always use to have a toss if our other friends wanted to go for a movie or a picnic or an outing.

I took the coin and thought if I wanted to be Sameer sir bitch sex slave whatever then I will toss if tail comes I will go and if heads comes I won’t go.

I tossed and it was head, I didn’t know I was disappointed and thought of going for best of three.

This time I told if heads I will go and if tails I won’t go and this time too head came and I thought I think so this is wrong I won’t be his bitch or whatever he told me.

I kept the coin and went to the kitchen thought of having some soup. There were few coins on top the Refrigerator and mind again diverted and thought of going for best of five. But said no I don’t to do.

I got two indications not to go. I just had a wash and while washing my fact I just saw the love bite on my shoulders and all the morning stuff came into my mind. I couldn't resist what to do and what not to do.

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