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[Joseph Rayman]

Tharun - Tharini.. Nice pair

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When you close your eyes and imagine Tharini, which actress comes to your mind?

[Markande]

Gifted writer... Loved the loongggg update a lot ... Waiting for the next

[Matter]

When you close your eyes and imagine Tharini, which actress comes to your mind?

I would say Rakul Preet based on the character, attitude and also the physic. Only difference is that her navel doesn't suit your description.
Other than that I couldn't find a exact match, that kind of makes it difficult to feel the story. Nonetheless it is wonderful narration.

[adams_masala]

I would say Rakul Preet based on the character, attitude and also the physic. Only difference is that her navel doesn't suit your description.
Other than that I couldn't find a exact match, that kind of makes it difficult to feel the story. Nonetheless it is wonderful narration.

Oh wow, what a great choice man! I always thought Rakul Preet's outie belly button look like a little knot is sticking out. And that's the only thing I don't like about Rakul Preet.

Also the Tharini's navel shape (round and deep) has a significance in the story line.

Anyone else you can think of?

[Dorabooji]

Super updates

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"You like your nipples pinched?" Tharun's husky voice took her places.

"Yes," she said on a soft sigh.

"What else do you like?"

"Whatever you want to do to me, Tharun."

The words fall off her tongue with no thought or effort. She can’t deny the truth of them. She’s here. He’s here. And he can do whatever he wants to her.

"Take off the rest of your clothes, Tharini." 

"Are you going to take yours off?"

"Does it matter?" Tharini opened her mouth to respond, but he stops her with a gesture.

"Undress."

She swallows, her heart thundering, and she kicks off her sandals and then unsnap and unzips her jeans. She slowly lower them over her fine hips and peel them off her sensual legs until she's standing only in her sweet little panties.

"Keep going," he says.

She wiggle out of the panties and kick them a few feet away, next to Tharun's tie.

She hasn't shaved her vulva in a few days. Ashe was wondering if her brown stubble will be a turn off?

"Very nice," he says, licking his lips. Last time Tharun sucked on coarse mangoe like pussy.. but Tharini's is a slight stable left unshaven for few days.

"I can smell you," he says. "You're ripe. Wet. Aren’t you, Tharini?"

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"I can smell you, I can smell that tight little pussy of your Tharini" he says. "You’re ripe. Wet. Aren’t you Tharini?"

Tharun loved to hear her voice so much that he is want her to say those words, but she reponded biting her lower lips.

"Mm-hmm."

"What did I tell you?" he says sternly. "About using the word?"

"Yes. Yes, I’m wet."

"Who are you wet for, Tharini?"

She cleared the lump in her my throat.

"f..f..f.. for you. I.. I.. I’m wet for you, Tharun."

He grabs her then and crushes their mouths together. Her tongue wanders out to meet his in another raw kiss. Raw and beautiful. His full lips slide against hers as he plunders her mouth, and she wanted him to do the exact same thing to her pussy. But she did not know to ask for it. Her tummy flutters and nerves exploed. her pussy throbs synchronized with her rapid heartbeat.

Tharun moves one hand seductively over her shoulder to her chest, cupping a breast and pinching a nipple. she inhaled sharply, breaking their kiss just slightly for air. Then his hand travels downward, over her belly, to— "Oh!"

He touches her clit gently…and then not so gently as he slides his fingers through her labia folds. This time, he breaks the kiss. "So wet," he growls in her ear. She felt the warm air from his mouth caressing her cheeks.

"I’m going to drive my cock into you, Tharini. I’m going to drive so far into you that you’ll be sore tomorrow. Every time you move, you’ll think of me inside you, taking you, fucking you. You’ll know I was here."


Before she could respond, she gasped since Tharun slid a finger into her wet pussy.

"God, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to fuck you."

Even thought his fingers in her pussy felt so could she thought tohersflr she can’t wait, either.

She was more and more anxious about how great his cock will look like, she cannot wait to see his cock. Since Vani raved about how pretty Tharun's cock looks and hie thick and long it is she can't believe she is moments away from seeing and grabbing and enjoying his cock.

He has beautiful hands, long, thick fingers and she was imagining how his cock looks like based on what she saw of his fingers.

His fingers were perfect for what he’s doing to her pussy. And he’s a master at it. She wanted to enjoy the pleasure, not stress out about when she can see his cock. He continues to finger fuck her, adding another while working his clit with his thumb.

Her legs wobble, but he steadies her, keeping her in the perfect position for the delicious things he us doing to her.

"Feel good, Tharini?"

"God, yes," She sighs. "So good."

he closed in on hr and touched her earlobes with his teeth "By the end of this night," he whispered, "I promise this will be the least of what you remember."

No. Not possible. She’ll never forget his fingers and how they find just the right spot to make her hotter and wetter than she’s ever been. Until he pushes her down on the bed, moves to spread her legs, and closes his eyes.

"I need to taste you."

She was curious how his toungue against her tongue is rough but wjem it's on her clit, the perfect texture to make her squirm beneath him. She ached at the loss of his fingers, but as he tongues her folds, sliding from her clit to her perineum and back, she reveeled in the new, though less intense, pleasure.

Why not go slowly? Why not experience each touch in its own right? He was licking the wetness from my inner thighs and then shoving his tongue into her heated pussy. He seems to know instinctively when to go back to her clit and get her going again and again.

Tharini was riding a roller coaster of pleasure—up and down and up and down, fast and slow and fast and slow and fast and slow… just when she thought think she's about to explode, he brings her down again.

"God, you taste good," he says against her thigh, his breath like a warm breeze. she opens her eyes.

Tharun stood back.. Tharini's heart was racing know she is moments away from seeing Tharun's cock for the very fisrt time.. a life long man hater is not can't wait see Tharun's cock.

Something hangs above her on the ceiling over Tharun big bed, but she didn't think much of it.

She raised her head and looked between her legs.

"Are you ever going to undress?" asked Tharini impatiently hoping to see his cock..

"In time," he says again. "But if you ask again, I won't." His voice is low, with more than an edge of dominance.

She's not sure how he;s going to fuck her with his clothes on, but she decided to not ask again. She closed her eyes, ready for more of his mouth on her when— "Oh!"

He flips her over like a dosa, so she's facedown on the bed, her legs hanging off. He pins her in position.

"Don’t you dare move." a power woman first time experience a little bit of dominance

The clanking of his belt and then the zing of his zipper… The tear of a wrapper… Curious, she turn to look at him...

he pushes her back down harshly.

"I said don't fucking move!"

Then a low groan as he plunges deep into her.

"Fuck, yeah."

She hasn't seen his dick, but he must be huge by the way he fills her, she thought to herself. She burn as he tunnels into her, and it’s a good burn. A really good burn. His stubbled cheek scratches her jawline when he leans down, trapping her under him.

"Don't move, Tharini. I’ll stop if you do. do you understand?"

"Yes," She whimpers.

He sucks her earlobe between his teeth.

"You're so damned tight. fuck, you feel good."

He rises slightly, planting his hands on her shoulders—not hard enough to hurt but hard enough that she truly can’t move. She's trapped, at his mercy. Completely under his spell. Her heart speeds up, anxiety setting in. She wanted to get back in control. Get back in control so bad. But she could not. She’s immobile. And she realized for the first time, she's totally loving it, being powered by a man, overpowered!!

She's not gagged or anything so she can always tell him to stop. But she didn't stop him. She loved it.

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the rapturous feelings taking over her body. Electricity sizzles around them, and she can swear she can see it in her mind's eye, feel it in her core. Tharun plunges in and out of her, slowly at first and then increasing his speed. The cotton of his shirt brushes her lower back as he pushes, pushes, pushes, and with each push, her clit corrodes away against the comforter, giving her jolt after jolt of magnetizing pleasure.

His dick slides in and out, hitting spots inside her she never knew existed—spots that increase hr pleasure, increase the energy swirling in her clit. She grasp the comforter in her fists, still immobile, biting her  bottom lip so hard she fear she draw blood.

Something’s different. she's been excited before, turned on before, but this is new, as if she's running naked through a forest at dusk, reaching, reaching, reaching for a mysterious black bird that holds a secret she needs. It flies closer and closer but then flaps away, always just a foot out of her grasp. She can tell it's because she hns't seen his cock that's entirely buried in her feeling massive.


God, I’ve never felt this way. she thought to herself. 

"I'm going to come." Tharun thrusts and thrusts and thrusts. "Come with me, Tharini. Come with me."

His words are a command—a command she can't obey, except— "Oh my God!" An intense and tingly heat begins in her core. And her vaniganal walls starts to convulse,, Tharun smiled and he knows that familiar feeling Her  pussy shatters, warmth coursing through it, and she swear electricity surges through her veins and sizzles outward all the way to her fingers and toes. The roller coaster finally reaches the pinnacle and plunges her into nirvana. she pulse in time with him, each stroke, as he finishes inside her. Streams and streams of semen enters her vagina and she can feel every drop of it... \her whole body becomes one with Tharun, with the bed, and with herself.

This. This is what she's been missing. This is what she come so close to but never experienced—this intensity, this dreamy high. What would Tharun say if he knew this was her first orgasm ever?


She was thanking Vani min her mind for making this happen..

She didn't have much time to ponder the complete wonder of what just happened. Tharun pulls out, and she turnd over to see what’s going on.

Her mind is like inside kaleidoscopic whirlwind of the climax when Tharun finally rips off his own clothes.

And she gasps!!! The man is a fucking god. His eyes are ablaze with fire as he looks down at her.

His cock, though he just came, is nearly erect again.

"Move to the head of the bed," he says. "Lie on your back and grab two of the rungs of the headboard."

She stared at him—his glistening lips, his perfect chest with scattered black hair, his hard abs, his black nest of curls encircling his huge cock.

"Now, Tharini."

She' still intoxicated from the climax, but she hastily scoot backward as he demands, rest her head on one of his fluffy pillows, and grab the headboard.

"I’m not going to bind you," he says.

Bind me? He was thinking of binding me? Oh, hell no! She thought to herself.

She let go of the headboard and meet his gaze, her own on fire.

"Grab the rungs," he says calmly but darkly.

"No, I won’t. You can't tie me up." "I think I just said I wasn't going to."

A strange sliver of disappointment edges through her. She shakes it off.

"I—"

"Grab the rungs, Tharini. Right Now!." His voice. What is it about his voice that makes her want to obey him? To never question him? My God, if he asks me to do something illegal, I may just do it. That’s how hypnotizing his husky voice is. she grabs the rungs.

"Good." He scoots on the bed so he's straddling her, his cock dangling at her mouth.

"Get me hard again. Use that sexy mouth of yours." He wants a blow job. Of course. I never knew a man who didn’t want a blow job. That I can do.

Tharun is bigger than anything she has ever imagined, but she's pretty sure she can pull this off. He pushes his cock between her lips slowly, letting her go at her own pace. When he hits the back of her throat, he's only a little over halfway in. That's when she realized how big his cock really is and it's growing.

She let go of one rung to use her hand— she really really really wanted to touch and admire his cock

"Don't let go!" he says through clenched teeth. She wants to tell him since she can make it better for him if he’ll let her use her hand, but she can’t because her mouth is full of cock.

She quickly re-grab the rung. He still moves in and out of her mouth slowly. His erection has returned in full force, and she's excited to get it inside her again, to do an instant replay of the most amazing several minutes of her life.

Vani was right. An orgasm can’t be described, an orgasm from Tharun is from other world.

Vani said "You will enjoy sex with Tharun," She once told her. "Maybe I’m climaxing and I don’t realize it."  "No," she replied. "You'll know when it happens. When Tharun makes you cum you will know it in every cell of your body" How had she ever doubted her?

Now that she has experienced the thing that has always eluded her, because of her feminist thinking and hate for me. now she wants more. A lot more.

Tharun finally removes his cock from her mouth and eases down her body.

She could only catch a glimpse of his thick erect cock and she wanted to hold it so badly...

"Your tits are perfect," he says, and then he sucks one between his lips while lightly pinching the other. Goose bumps erupt on her flesh.

Her nipples feel as if they’ve never been touched before, of course Tharun is the first man to ever tantalize them. He sucks, nibbles, bites. She squirm beneath him, circling her hips, searching for something to rub against her clit to relieve the pressure building in it again.

Her breasts are swollen and achy, and each tug on her nipples rushes straight to her pussy. Tharini sucks and bites, his stubble abrading her sensitive skin. How she longed to run her fingers through his thick hair, smooth back the wet strands sticking to his forehead.

But she could not let go. she could not, just could not. She is not bound, but she could not let go the rungs she was holding as if she is in the spell of Tharun a power woman who thought she'd never bow down in from of a man. She’s bound by Tharun's will, Tharun's strength. She didn't know what to think, but she knew something in her… Something in her likes it. Something in her wants more. She doesn't  like being contained.

Her fingers itch and tingle. They want to move, embed themselves in the silk of Tharun's cock. She wiggle a finger. Yeah, she can still move them. But she doesn't move. No matter how much she wants to. She does'nt .

"You're beautiful," he says after releasing her nippled. He moves down her body, raining soft kisses on her belly and her vulva.

"I want to eat you again, but damn, I need to get inside that hot pussy. Fuck.”

[Dorabooji]

Super sey update

[fuckandforget]

Awesomeeeeeeeee

[Gilmalover]

Intense hot. Lovely writing.

[adams_masala]

Thanks everyone for your lovely comments. Are you able to ejaculate reading this?

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"I’m going to fuck you again, Tharini, and this time, I’m going deep."


He hadn’t gone deep last time? Tharini swore she felt him pushing against her cervix. But he means business.

Tharun maneuvers her legs over his shoulders, opening Tharini. He noticed hot her wet labia opened up and he pushed her knees further apart and enjoyed the view of her labia having loose from one another.

Then he thrusts in!!!

Damn! Tharini bites lips to keep from shouting. Yes, he's deeper this time. So deep. So good. She's already a little loose from the first time he fucked 30mins ago, and she is dripping wet, and still Tharuns;s cock penetrates her tight vulva through her as if his dick is made of wood and iron, so strong, so big, so deep. 

"ahhhh that's so... sooo... good, th... Tharun".

"Sweet pussy. Sweet Tharini." Tharun murmured back in agreement... His shoulders are hard and beautiful. Her fingers ache to glide over them, down his back, and grab his perfectly shaped ass so she can push him farther and farther into herself.

But she doesn't let go of the rungs. She doesn't let go. It’s probably too much to ask for another climax she thought, she just had the best orgasm of her life so she wasn't expecting another one, just wanted to be Tharun's receptacle for the second fuck.

After all, one was a true surprise and a true gift. Another won’t— "God, Tharun!" She grasps the rungs with white knuckles as he pounds into her, grazing her clit with his pubic hair, his balls slapping against Tharini sweet ass. 

Her world spins as he continue moaning and screaming.

"That's it, Tharini. cum.... cum all over me.... cum all over my cock, cum for me cum only for me."

His words become his voice, a simple vibration that takes her soaring. Still he continued to fuck her, harder and harder.

The tingling inside her right little pussye started to intensly build up again, and she jump off the peak of the highest mountaintop

"Fuck. Tharini. Yes!"

He roars as he thrusts so deeply, she could swear Tharun is touching the tip of her head. She pulse around him as he comes, their orgasms in perfect tandem.

Wow. Just wow. No drug can match this. Tharini looked into his eyes and met his gave, she wanted to touch his face glistening with perspiration. Yearning for him to lower his lips to hers and kiss her—the perfect ending to the perfect fuck.

Instead, he rolls off her onto his back, one arm across his eyes.

And she waits. Shouldn’t he say something? Should she say something? Tharini was confused/ 

Finally, he moves off the bed, stands, and he bends down, picks up his pants, and takes his phone out of his pocket.

Now will he say something? When he didn't say anything, Tharini said "something important?" It sounded weird in her head, but what can make him get out of bed and go to his phone removing 100% of focus from her seconds after giving her two orgasms. She thought she was immature to think like that and wanted to wait and she of he will come to bed and cuddle with her.

Still he says nothing. He’s tapping into his phone. When he finally speaks, I wish he hadn’t.

"I just called Jake. He’ll drive you home."

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Tharun's words synced in her head finally and realized she had no power over him, the first time she felt opposite of a power woman. His cold words released from her invisible bindings. She let go of the headboard and stretched her arms.


Next day, Vani called Tharini to check on her.

"sooooo?" Vani giggled

"It was humiliating, can we meet for lunch I need to vent"

Vani was surprised.


Tharini and Vani met for lunch.

"The best sex of my life, and then it was just…over. He told me his driver would take me home, and then he left the room, saying he had an important message he had to respond to. It was awful."

"At least you finally had an orgasm." She takes a sip of iced tea. "Did I tell you? Or did I tell you?" Tharini could not help but smile. The first real smile since last night.

Vani was so confident Tharun would have made her cum more than once at least.

"You were right. I don’t get it, though. I tried everything. Every vibrator out there. Every technique…and nothing. Until Tharun."

"Girl, just looking at Tharun might be enough to send me over the edge." Vani was multi-orgasmic, or so she said. After the two Tharini experienced last night—the way her body quivered and quaked—She's pretty sure multiple climaxes would lead to a quick—but very satisfying—death.

I can’t fault her observation, though. Tahrun is the most gorgeous man on the planet, and he was right when he said she wouldn’t forget where he’d been0. Not just her pussy, but her glutes and thighs are sore. Muscles she never knew she had hurt like hell today.

"There's something about Tharun, though," she paused. "Something I can’t quite put my finger on."

"What do you mean?" ask Vani curiously

"A darkness. Almost like an invisible cloud hovering over him. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but I can’t explain it any better. I can’t see it, but I know it's there."

She purposefully didn't mention the other think about him—that she being the overpowering feminist woman, want to obey him without any question. It’s not like her at all.

"You're probably imagining things. Maybe because this is the first time you submitted to a man?” Vani giggles.

Tharini didn't want to admin "That’s ridiculous."

"Yeah, probably," she agrees.

"I’m sure I'll never see him again, so I'll never figure out what the darkness is." She let out a short scoff to try to hide the sadness she felt.

"Funny. I hardly know him, but I feel a loss."

"That's because he made you cum." Vani smirks.

Tharini lowered her voice "And he never let me see his cock and hold his cock, I was really wish I had more time admiring his manhood, I felt it was so big inside me"

"What do you mean, you didn't touch it?" Vani began to understand what was going on. Tharun wanted to dominate her in way he can make her understand where her place is in their relationship.

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Vani felt bad for Tharini. After all Tharini tried to take Vani under her wings thinking Vani needs help as a career woman to climb the corporate ladder.
Vani and Tharini finished their lunch and walked around Hyde Park and sate Diana Memorial Fountain and continued their chit chat when Vani's phone vibrated.

"Where are you?" a text from Tharun

Vani's stomach felt butterflies just seeing Tharun's text message.

"I came to the park with Tharini"

"I want to fuck you tonight"

Text continued...

"be ready in your saree and your navel chain"

"anything for my Tharun"

Vani smiled and as she put her phone down in her bag she realized something and her eyes were wide open...

"Tharini... you had your jeans and tops on from the club when you went to Tharun's home right?"

"yeah, why"?

"I have an idea, how you can take some of the control back"

"hmmm what do you mean control"

"I mean control Tharun's cock, you said you didn't get to touch and admire his cock right?"

"well yeah" Tharini said with a sad face...

"do you have the saree from the boutique we shopped at?"

"yeah, at home"

"I think the sales guy, packed a lehanga you never tried on... " Vani thought to herself that's the lehanga Tharun still didn't see Tharini in.

hmm yeah I think so.

Tomorrow Sunday night, I think you'll see Tharun's cock and do whatever you want with it.

Tharun finished his workout and got ready.
He already had Jake pick up Vani and have her move to Claridge's hotel where he fucked Seeta.

Imagine a world where no request is too outrageous, where the word "no" does not exist, and where the most difficult tasks—like cleaning an 800-piece crystal chandelier and transforming a grand ballroom into a secret garden (complete with grass flooring) for a one-night-only gala, seems effortless. This world exists, and it's called Claridge's.

That's the kind of hotel Tharun can afford to have his fuck fest.


The 197-room hotel, tucked away on Brook Street in London's Mayfair neighborhood, feels like an elegant woman. The legendary lobby exudes a rich history and underlying femininity—a portrait of Mrs. Claridge, who founded and opened the establishment in 1854, still watches over the comings and goings of guests, business meetings, celebrity sightings and many servings of afternoon tea, finger sandwiches and scones from her prime real estate on the wall of the foyer.

Now it has also become the favorite place for Tharun to taste Vani where he tasted Girija and Seeta.

Vani was spellbound as she walked through the revolving art deco doors, she spotted Joan Collins holding court in the lobby wearing a massive hat and her signature red lipstick. Unlike a hyped San Franciso hotel where the presence of a VIP would overtake the atmosphere, or a New York property where the overall vibe would entail dozens of people trying to feign effortless ignorance to their existence, at Claridge's, Vani blended in. She had a t-shirt and jeans on but in her backpack she had everything she needs to transform into a South Indian bride waiting for her husband on her first night.

She thanked Jake who carried her one suitcase and showed her the massive suit where she will live for a while.

She made herself comfy in the big suit and started to get ready. She took off her t-shirt and jeans and stood in front of a 12 foot mirror admiring her beauty, the thought of Tharun ripping off her panties made it wet.

She unclasped her bra to reveal her supple breasts which is still perky and perfectly shaped. Only Tharun has been manhandling her breasts with Rakesh kept away from her from doing his duties as a husband.

Vani caressed both of her breasts and pinched her nipples as they become erect with the thought of Tharun holding them with his teeth.

She took of her panties and resisted the urge to touch her clit she wants to wait for Tharun. She got out of the shower and started wearing her petticoat and saree and blouse she bought from the buotique yesterday.

She got ready like a newly married woman and waited for Tharun's arrival.

Back home in India it was 5:00am Rakesh just woke up and was lonely and called his wife.

Vani's phone rang, and by force of habit she picked up the phone and said "Are you here Tharun?"

"It's Rakesh" the soft sleepy voice startled Vani

"oh hi how are you?

"Are you expecting Tharun?"

"hmm yeah.." Vani didn't know why she couldn't lie to her husband

Rakesh didn't want to seem like a possessive husband even thought his mind of burning with jealousy and suspicion.


"is it like a work meeting?"

"ah no.. he.. just... Tharun just...  wanted to.. wanted to swing by and.... " she hesitated

Vani felt some wetness in her pussy to subtly hint her husband that another man is taking care of her needs.

"Tharun wanted to come over make sure I am taken care of"

The door bell rang...

"Is that him"

"I need to check hold on"

Vani had the phone still connected in one had and she opened the door to see Tharun in a tight t-shirt and jeans.

She smiled and Tharun hugged her and kissed her cheek

The sound of the kiss echoed over the internet through the phone and reached Rakesh.

"Hello... hello Vani"

There was not talking but he can hear her bangles and her giggles... and another kissing sound...

Tharun kissed her on the other cheek...

"hey Rakesh, Tharun is here, I'll call you in few hours." she hung up without expecting a response...

Rakesh felt powerless.. he is a open minded person and he strongly willed to not suspect his wife... but something blocked his throat and he felt a lump between his chest and throat with the thought of Vani and Tharun in a hotel room at late evening.












  

[drillhot]

Awesome update. Perfect humiliation for Tharini and Rakesh

[adams_masala]

Hi guys, I need to figure out an actress to compare Tharini. I started with Shradda Das and I am losing interest in her after watching Singardaan.

I have some options.

First Choice: Lavanya Tripathi





Second Choice: Ritika Shrotri



Which one you guys think fits Tharini? I need someone with deep round navel.

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