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Friend’s girlfriend seduced


“Leaving already?”, I asked Nusrin as I watched her step out of the shower in a towel wrapped around her 36D-32-38 body. At 24, to my eyes, she is an angel with a baby face and curvy in all the right places. To some, she may seem chubby, maybe even fat. I don’t care. What I care about is that she craves my cock and that means I can enjoy her however I want, whenever I want and I couldn’t ask for more.

“Haan” she replied, “Pranjit has a dinner party today that I have to go to. Told him I will be late because of work, but it’s already 10 and I better go now at least.”

I had picked Nusrin up from the electronics store where she works as a salesgirl at 5. Dressed in a blue top and pinkish jacket above figure-hugging jeans, she looked drop-dead gorgeous. Once we got to my place, I couldn’t resist her any longer. We had undressed each other and we were in bed in a record minute.

Kissing Nusrin’s perfect lips while looking into those killer eyes always got me hard, regardless of how many times I might have already fucked her. My hands caressed her 36D breasts and pinched her nipples till they were hard. Exploring further down, I had probed her already soaking wet pussy and finger-fucked her.

Eating her after her first orgasm was among my favorites and she knew it. Turning around to sit on my face, she proceeded to suck my 10” cock. We came in each others’ mouth after I enjoyed probing her tight little pussy with my tongue for a good 15 minutes.

From experience she knew I was just getting started and as we embraced and kissed, I was hard again. Entering her, I fucked her missionary, filling her tight pussy with my 8” cock. I’d been fucking her almost everyday now and yet, the tightness of her pussy never failed to amaze me. I grunted as her pussy muscles clutched my hardness and drew it in. Before long, I was moving in and out of her.

“aah….aah…..aah….aah…” Nusrin moaned with every thrust, making me want to go harder and deeper.

I knew from past experience that she wasn’t far from cumming. My cock rubbed her g-spot with every thrust, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm. As I watcher her build up, I plowed her harder and deeper, filling her completely with my hardness.

“Oh yes, I am cumming….YESSSSSSSSS!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH” she screaming, shaking all around my hardness and cumming vigorously.

“Oh fuck!!!” I shouted, thrusting myself as deep as I could go and erupted in her, shooting load after load of my cum in her.

We had barely caught our breaths when Nusrin looked at me with naughtiness in her eyes. “Again”, she said getting on top and we did it again Cowgirl style and we had just finished yet another round of fucking. God she made me cum over and over again. After fucking her four times in four hours, I was aching to fuck her again and tried to talk her out of going.

“Why do you keep up that farce Nusrin?” I asked, “You know party means drinks and once he’s drunk, he will want a fuck. Why do you have to put up with a guy who thinks you – of all people — are fat?”

“I can’t afford a place of my own. You don’t want me to move in. Compromise karna padta hai yaar.” She replied, searching for her clothes.

Dressed now in her purple panties, she asked, “mera bra kahan hai?”

“I am wearing it!” I replied in sarcasm. “How would I know where you tossed it?”

“You were the one who tossed it mister” she replied still searching, “you almost ripped the hooks off, as horny as you were when we got home.”

Finally finding her bra, she put it on, followed by her clothes and kissed me before rushing off to Pranjit’s place.

Now that I am lying in bed alone, this is as good a time for me to introduce myself. I am Aftab, 27 and single. Do you call yourself single if you are someone’s boyfriend? I am not sure. Well, I am Nusrin’s unmarried boyfriend – or am I? You decide. Nusrin and I have been sleeping – or rather, NOT sleeping together for the past year or so. That should make me her boyfriend right? But then, what do you call Pranjit? Who’s Pranjit? He’s the guy she lives with. Does that make him her boyfriend? The answer to which also I will let you decide. But for you to do that, you need to know our story from as far back as I can recall… so here goes.

“Problem kya hai yaar?” I asked Pranjit, who had seemed distracted and frustrated all day.

“Nusrin” he replied.

“What about her?” I asked. He had already told me about the girl he had a crush on while they were in college. Back then, she was the hottest girl that all the guys chased and had shown no interest in Pranjit though they were in the same study group and were good friends. She was seeing another guy but it all changed one day when she caught her boyfriend in bed with her best friend.

She was crying uncontrollably as Pranjit had tried to console her. One thing had led to another and they had ended up in bed. It was Pranjit’s dream come true. Slowly undressing her, he kissed every inch of Nusrin, giving special attention to her boobs and pussy. While she was still in her lacy black bra and panties, he had eaten her to an orgasm.

“Oh GOD!!!!” Nusrin had said, panting as she recovered, “He never did that to me.”

“I could do that to you all night beautiful” Pranjit had replied.

“And maybe you will?” she had asked teasing, while stroking Pranjit’s 6” erection. She proceeded to give him a blowjob and made him cum on her boobs and belly. Then she made him lick his own cum off her before letting him eat her to yet another orgasm. Finally, she had let him fuck her and had taken his cum in her pussy. After resting a while, they had fucked again, and then again before they both fell asleep again.

They started seeing each other and fucked at every opportunity till college ended and he moved to the city seeking work. They had stayed in a long-distance relationship for two years till Nusrin decided to move to the city and move in with Pranjit so she could earn more to support her younger brother’s education.

“She has changed Aftab. She’s put on weight and has become so clingy. I don’t know. Maybe we should have given it more time.” Pranjit said, barely weeks after Nusrin moved in.

Pranjit and I are pretty close friends. He is 24 and I am 27, and perhaps because I was a little senior but of the similar age, he sought me out for advice and told me almost everything about his life. Living alone, away from family in a fast-paced city can be tough on anyone and having someone you can confide in and share things with always helps. And so, we became friends and I became his “go-to” person.

“What are you saying yaar?” I replied. Was this guy crazy or what? With a girlfriend as hot as her, he called her fat!!! The guy must be blind. I had met Nusrin a few times and had to relieve myself each time. She was an absolute bomb and I had envied Pranjit ever since I had seen Nusrin with him.

“I don’t know Aftab. It’s not the same thing anymore between us.”

“Are you thinking of breaking up?” I asked, half hopefully.

“Nahin yaar”, he replied, “but I need to find a way to make her less clingy and demanding.”

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Tere Mere ‘Beach’ Mein
The best time to hit the beaches in Goa is January. The Christmas and new year tourist rush is over and the weather is as pleasant as it can be. That’s when we went to Agonda in South Goa, shacked up in the coco huts for a week. As beautiful as Agonda is, I only had eyes for Nusrin – her sexy creamy legs, soaked in the pristine Goan waters, her soaked dresses clinging to her body, tempting me.

During the first couple days, I saw a side of Pranjit I didn’t know existed. For a guy who claimed to be losing interest in Nusrin, not only was he inordinately jealous, but was also extremely controlling. On more than one occasion, I had seen Nusrin sobbing alone.

Most of the guys wanted to go visit the churches of Old Goa and the historic temples– Goa is a church and temple state too after all, besides being a beach and alcohol state. A devout '., Nusrin opted out of the trip as did I. The rest had left on their rented motorcycles early in the morning. I slept in late and when I finally got up and came out, the beach was all but deserted. I saw Nusrin, dressed in a denim jacked over a pinkish dress, a Goan straw hat on her head, sitting by the water line, a bottle of beer sitting next to her. Getting a beer from the bar myself, I headed out to the beach.

“Good morning Nusrin,” I said as I approached her from behind “starting early today are we?”

“Like you aren’t?” she replied with a heartbreaking smile, eyeing the beer in my hand. The look in her eyes, the slur on the words and the way she swayed told me this wasn’t her first and that she was at least a bit tipsy already.

“Just us here by the look of it” I said sitting next to her and looking around on the deserted beach.

“Yes, some peace finally” she said with a sigh.

“You don’t sound happy” I said.

It took some coaxing, but Nusrin finally opened up and vented her frustrations about Pranjit. How she couldn’t do anything without his approval – from what she wore to what she ate and how she behaved with others. How she felt he was losing interest in her as a woman, but was starting to treat her as his possession. She wept and I held her, consoling her…and I kissed her. I expected her to push me away, but she didn’t. After the initial surprise, he leaned in, letting me kiss her. Opening her mouth, she took my tongue in her mouth and I ate her mouth hungrily. She pulled away after what seemed like an eternity.

Getting up, she started walking along the edge of the water line, away from me. After walking a few steps, she turned around, “you’re welcome to join if you want to.”

I didn’t need a second invitation and followed her, admiring the seductive sway of her hips as she walked a few steps ahead of me. Admiring her thighs as the dress was picked up by the occasional breeze and sent riding high on her legs…wishing the breeze would lift it even higher so I could get a glimpse of her panties. Admiring just about everything about this beauty, soaking her in – so near, yet out of reach.

A heavy gust of wind caught more than just her dress. She bent to make sure the dress didn’t rise past her waist but the wind caught her hat and it flew out into the water. Shrieking and giggling, she ran after it, and I ran after her. I caught up with her just when she grabbed the hat and, grabbing her by the waist, we both went down into the water.

As we were flailing around in the water, I took my chance and grabbed her leg. Pulling her to me, I ran my hand up and down the back of her thigh and ass. We both emerged out of the water, me grabbing her bum, fingers stroking the edge of her panties under her dress.

“Yeh galat hai” she said looking into my eyes, but making no effort to pull away.

“I don’t care”, I replied, “do you?”

“No” she said putting her hands around my neck and drawling me into hungry, open mouthed kiss. Her tongue found mine and she sucked it. By now, my hands were inside her panties and caressing up and down her ass crack. Reaching down into my beach shorts, she grabbed my shaft. Pulling it out, she started stroking it while continuing to kiss me.

I cupped a breast in a hand while sliding the other inside her panties on the front, finding her pussy opening and caressing it up and down. Still kissing her mouth hungrily, I entered her with two fingers and started finger-fucking her hard. She clenched my hand with her legs within a couple minutes and shook, cumming all over my fingers.

“My turn” she said, pulling my beach shorts down and taking my hardness in her mouth. I was in heaven for the next five minutes as she sucked and stroked my hardness till I came in her mouth.

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A sexed out day

We walked back to my coco hut in silence, neither saying a word. I had no idea what was going through her pretty head, but I was hoping it wasn’t regret. Closing the hut door behind me, I put my arms around her and kissed her neck.

“Moti pasand hai?” she asked.

“Anyone who thinks you’re fat is blind Nusrin.” I replied unhooking her dress and pulling her to me, my already erect cock pressing into her.

She turned around, surprised at seeing me hard so soon after the blowjob she’d given me in the water. I slipped her dress over her shoulders and kissed each shoulder. Letting the dress fall to the floor, I grabbed her naked boobs in my hands and squeezed.

“I want you Nusrin” I mumbled, brushing her lips with mine.

“Take me” she mumbled back, opening her mouth and kissing me hard. I rubbed her nipples and then pinched them, making them hard before pushing her on to the bed and admiring this almost naked beauty waiting to be fucked in my bed.

Stripping off her soaked panties, I spread her legs and kissed her all around and on her pussy.

“Eat me” she moaned, thrusting her hips towards me and opening her legs wide. Opening her with my fingers, I entered her with my tongue and found her swollen clit. As I sucked and licked her clit, she started moving, guiding my tongue to places she wanted explored. Soon I was tongue-fucking her and lapping up her love juices.

“Don’t stop….don’t stop…” she kept saying hoarsely while moving faster and faster, building up to another orgasm.

“Oh yes yes YESSSSSSS!!!!!!” she creamed, grabbing my head and pulling me into her pussy as she shook and came in my mouth.

“My turn” I said once her stopped shaking and panting.

Spreading her legs, I got between her and rubbed my hardness against her opening.

“You want this?” I asked her.

“Oh yes Aftab! Fuck me ha….AAAAH.”

I thrust into her without waiting for her to complete her sentence, making her scream. Burying myself all the way inside her tight pussy, I started thrusting in and out hard, slamming all the way into her with every thrust. Faster and faster I fucked her for close to ten minutes making her cum again just as I exploded into her.

Collapsing on top of her, I kissed her pretty lips. “My fucking God, you’re AWESOME! Nusrin.” I whispered into her ear as we lay in an embrace, hands exploring each other’s sweat drenched bodies.

“You’re huge, you know that” she replied, caressing my hair. “Pranjit struggles to make me cum even once when we do it. I’ve never cum so many times in a day.”

“I am not done for the day yet”, I said, starting to move inside her again.]

“Already?” she gasped. After fucking her a few minutes that way, I asked her to get on her hands and knees and entered her from behind. I grabbed her hands behind her and holding them as leverage, started pounding her hard. What a delightful fuck this dish was! As my balls slammed against her ass cheeks, I watched her bum jiggle with each thrust making me go crazy. Within 15 minutes, I was shooting my load into her pussy again.

Exhausted and sweaty, we collapsed in a heap and fell asleep. After waking up a couple hours later, I fucked her again in the shower, and then again in my bed. It was getting close to sunset by then and worried that the rest of the gang may return any minute, we decided we had fucked enough for the day and she returned to her hut, leaving her panties behind as a souvenir for me.

While I couldn’t fuck Nusrin again during that Goa trip, our fucking became almost a daily affair after we returned. I would pick her up from the store and fuck her all evening, cumming in her over and over again till it was time for her to go home to Pranjit.

On a few occasions, she told him she was going on a three day training session out of town and we spent the 2-3 days doing nothing but fucking each other, cumming again and again. Neither of us could have enough of the other and just a 2-3 day affair every now and then wasn’t enough anymore. We wanted to test our limits and see how many days we could go on doing nothing but fucking.

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Our affair gets a sexy twist

“Do we have a choice Aftab?” Nusrin asked me, while I sat on the edge of the bed, head in my hands.

“No, I guess we don’t” I replied, “If leaving was an option, I’d have said let’s just leave now.”

Nusrin had told Pranjit that she has a 10-day training program to attend and we had used that excuse to get away. After checking into the hotel, we had spent the rest of the evening and night in bed, fucking again and again before falling asleep around 5 am.

Waking up late, I had tried calling room service but the hotel phone was dead. So I had gone to the front desk to report about the phone and check about getting some food delivered to our room. The guy behind the counter this morning was a huge black guy and he had showed me glimpses of our 8-hour long fucking session from the previous night, recorded on a concealed camera in the room.

“I want a piece of that ass” he had said, “if you don’t want this plastered all over the internet. I will be there with your breakfast in 30 minutes. You can decide by then whether you want to join the fun or make it difficult for both of you.”

He was pounding away into Nusrin and she was moaning in pleasure. He had been fucking her incessantly for the past 20 minutes. From the moment he walked into the room and stripped naked, Nusrin was mesmerized by his enormous cock.

After sucking him hungrily for 10-15 minutes, he had stripped her naked and shoved his enormous weapon into her.

Nusrin shook and screamed through orgasm after orgasm while he kept drilling her. I was amazed at how a man could fuck for so long without cumming. Her pussy was totally slick from her own cum. Sensing that this was by far her biggest orgasm ever, she pushed the guy just before she came, squirting and spraying her love juice all around. He was back inside her after she stopped cumming and pounded her for a further ten minutes before cumming into her.

Totally turned on by the performance, I couldn’t help getting into the act. I fucked Nusrin’s pussy while he took a break, watching us fuck. Soon, he was stroking himself and getting hard again. Joining us, he got beneath Nusrin and entered her ass, while I drilled her pussy. Both of us fucked her through a couple orgasms, making her squirt each time. I came first, emptying my load in her pussy just minutes before she got her ass filled with cum.

“I will be back tomorrow with my friends” he winked and left.

Instead of being upset, both Nusrin and I were totally turned on by this turn of events and fucked through the day and night. The next morning, he was back with three of his friends – a Hispanic, an Asian and a Caucasian. All five of us fucked Nusrin all day and all night, filling her again and again. When one of us took a break, another would take over. For the rest of our trip days, the only breaks Nusrin got was to go to the bathroom, a quick bite here and there, and a few hours of sleep. For the rest of the time, one cock or the other was inside her pussy, drilling and filling her…or her ass, or mouth. For the first day, we tried to keep count of the number of loads of cum she’d taken and the number of times she’d orgasmed, but gave up, choosing to enjoy the fuck-fest to the fullest instead.

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By the time Nusrin entered Pranjit’s place, the party was well and truly on the way. The guys were drunk and rather unruly. Pranjit was unusually abusive and belligerent, berating Nusrin for being late, not valuing him and ordering her around. She tried to keep a smiling face, not wanting to create a scene in front of all of Pranjit’s friends.

She snuck away into the kitchen making an excuse about fixing something to eat. Calling me, she sobbed her heart out, recounting how Pranjit had mistreated her ever since she walked in through the door. I tried to console her, even suggested she walks out and comes over. Within a couple minutes, I heard her name screamed on the other side and knew Pranjit was getting impatient. Disconnecting the call Nusrin filled a plate with chips and nuts and took it out to the partying guys.

For the next hour or so, she endured Pranjit’s stinging comments and the rather perverse laughter of his friends that invariably followed each comment. Before long, Pranjit passed out, having had way too much to drink. His friends though were not even thinking about leaving yet, bottle after bottle got opened and the drunk friends got increasingly rowdy and unruly. Trying to shut it out, Nusrin tried to divert her mind to the erotic evening she had with me, and to the week long fuck-fest we had enjoyed.

She doesn’t remember how or when she closed her eyes and started touching herself, lost in the memories of her time with me and on the trip. Sudden silence made her open her eyes to a group of 10-15 leering, salivating men staring at her while she masturbated.

By the time I reached Pranjit’s place, Nusrin had been stripped down to her bra and shorts. The men were pawing, licking, sucking and touching her all over. As much as she found it revolting, Nusrin was also enjoying her body being played with by so many men and was getting wet in anticipation.

Our eyes met as I walked in – and both of us smiled. This was going to be a night more intense than the days and nights we had enjoyed with five other men.

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Insatiable Aishwarya’s sexual journey



“You wouldn’t dare!” Aishwarya exclaimed in shock as he opened the door.

“Oh yes I would” he replied pushing her in the room. Once she was in, he locked the door behind him and turned to her, pure hungry lust in his eyes as he started undressing.

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At 22 years of age, Aishwarya may appear to be a cute and innocent girl, but she is anything but. Still in college, she and I had a steamy relationship that ended a while ago with me advising her to get some medical help.

Walking away and ending the relationship with Aishwarya was the hardest thing I have done, and I still miss her tight pussy, fondly remembering her moans and screams while I fucked her.

She was a virgin when we first met. Truly innocent but curious about her sexuality, we had held hands, kissed and I had caressed her virgin body on numerous occasions, but that was as far as she had let me go. I was getting desperate to claim her pussy when one day she pleasantly surprised me.

“You know I saw my best friend doing it today”, she said after letting me kiss her and suck on her tongue for a few minutes while my hands pawed her little breasts over her dress. We were in my car that evening parked in a deserted dark alley, our usual make-out place before I dropped her home.

“It was about an hour after college had ended. I finished my reading in the library and went to the toilet when I heard moans from the gents’ bathroom. Curious, I opened the door and peered inside. She was lying on the floor completely naked and he had his mouth between her legs. The way she was thrusting herself into his mouth, it looked like she was enjoying it” she said.

“He was eating her” I replied the unasked question in her eyes, “did you enjoy watching them?”

“I didn’t watch for long. She shook and screamed soon and I left when he put his cock inside her, because I was feeling aroused myself.”

“You know Aishu, most girls your age aren’t virgins anymore” I said, continuing to play with her breast over her dress. “I know you have wanted to wait till marriage, but that zamana is gone. At 18 and 19, most modern girls have tried at least a couple boyfriends for size”

“I know” she said blushing red, “would you eat me?” she asked abruptly.

“I’d love to, but only if you let me go all the way and put it inside you.”

I couldn’t believe my luck when she said “Ok” tentatively. Before she could change her mind, I kissed her, sliding my hand inside her top, through her bra and pinching her perky little nipple. While continuing to kiss her, I reached behind her and unhooked her bra under her top. After a few minutes, I broke the kiss.

Pulling her top down, I exposed her small virgin tits. I touched one hard nipple with my finger. Aishu closed her eyes and bit her lips as I started flicking and rubbing her tit with my finger. Encouraged, I took her other nipple in my mouth and sucked it hard making her moan. Reaching down, I undid my pants and pulled them down, releasing my hard dick. By now, I was completely turned on and my balls were aching. I needed to pound her and couldn’t wait any longer.

Taking her to the back seat, I lay her down, removed her skirt and panties and spread her legs wide getting ready to enter her.

“You promised you would eat me” she said.

As much as my cock wanted to pound her, I also wanted to eat her and taste her juices.

Pulling back, I positioned my mouth between her legs and licked her opening. Sliding my tongue inside her, I explored deep inside Aishwarya’s virgin pussy. She was soaking wet and tasted heavenly. I ate her hungrily, devouring her pussy, thrusting my tongue in and out of her, licking her clit, sucking her pussy walls. She pressed my head into her and came with a shuddering orgasm within five minutes.

“Oh God! That was amazing” she panted, gasping for breath as her orgasm subsided.

“My turn now” I said, “the first time can hurt a bit, but I promise you will enjoy it after that.”

Spreading her wide, I rubbed her opening with my hardness, getting her ready for her defloration. Slowly, I slid the head of my cock inside her. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. I pushed into her and felt the resistance of her hymen. She felt the pressure and opened her eyes, looking at me worried.

I thrust into her tight virgin cunt, popping her cherry and making her scream in pain. I held myself inside her, waiting for the sharp pain to pass as she buried her nails into my back. After a few moments, she relaxed. Pulling myself out, I slid back inside her gently.

“Hurts?” I asked. She shook her head in a silent “no” and threw her head back again, closing her eyes, inviting me to take her.

I drilled her hard, but it didn’t last long. Within a couple minutes, I exploded, filling Aishwarya with my cum and collapsed on her panting.

We lay in the backseat of the car, me on top of her, catching our breaths for a few minutes. But Aishu wasn’t done. She needed more. Kissing me, she pulled my limp cock out of her and started stroking it. After a few minutes of kissing and stroking, it started to respond.

Getting on top of me, she slid down to my legs and licked my cock from base to the head. Taking me in her mouth, she sucked and licked my opening. Then she lovingly kissed the head of my cock, turning me on again and making me go hard. She sucked my hardness while caressing my balls, getting me ready for round two.

Once I was ready, I opened the car door and made her step out, completely naked. Bending her over the hood of my car, I spread her legs and entered her from behind. This time, it took me longer. I drilled her tight little pussy for over 15 minutes before thrusting hard and deep inside her and filling her with my cum again.

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I had no idea of the monster I had unleashed that day and could never have expected that cute little innocent Aishwarya would turn into a sex addict after the first fuck. I first learned of her “sexplorations” when I heard some of her guy friends from college talk about the sexy mole on her back. There was no way they would have known about that detail unless they had seen her naked.

Sure, I was jealous, but I was equally addicted to her body. We fucked almost every day after college. She even spent a weekend at my place and we did nothing but fuck day and night all through the weekend. She confessed to me about her sex addiction that weekend. Claiming to love me, she said no one could make her cum as much as I did, but she also said that every time she saw a guy, all she thought about was how his dick would feel inside her and couldn’t help it till she seduced the guy into fucking her.

It became our deal that she would tell me about her every sexual experience and I would try and recreate and better it between us.

From romantic love making to brutal hard fucking, we did it all. I couldn’t have enough of her tight little teenage pussy and she was just insatiable, making me fuck her again and again on the same day, cumming repeatedly in my mouth, over my fingers or dick and wanting more each time.

It was pure bliss while it lasted. I fucked her almost every day for close to two years and heard about all the other guys she had tried, flattered that she kept coming back to me because none of the others satisfied her the way I did.

I lost count of the number of men of all ages and races that had enjoyed my Aishu over the two years we were together. I stopped counting after 50. From tiny 3″ cocks to 10″ monsters, she had been drilled by every imaginable type of dick and kept coming back to me for more. Her telling me about her experience with the other men turned me on and made me want her even more.

I had gone out of town for a week and she was there waiting for me when I returned. We fucked all night and I came in her three times. As both of us lay sweating and panting, she told me that the only man who came even close to fucking her like me was my dad, who had fucked her pussy and ass multiple times every day and every night while I was away, giving her orgasm after orgasm the way only I could.

That was the day we broke up. Sharing my girlfriend with my dad was a line I couldn’t cross and advised her to get medical help.

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“I can’t help it doctor” she said sobbing “I can’t look at a man without imagining getting fucked by him”

“Addiction to sex isn’t uncommon Aishwarya”

“But is it normal for every sex-addicted patient of yours to imagine fucking you?” she asked

“You are imagining fucking me?”

“From the day I came for the first consult with you a month ago”

“Wait here” the doctor said and went into his private office. From there, he called his receptionist and told her to cancel all his appointments for the afternoon and evening, lock up the office and leave early.

When he returned from his private office, he said, “do you still imagine fucking me?”

“Yes, I am imagining it right now. How sick is that.”

“It’s not sick, it’s my lucky day” the doctor said.

“No you are my doctor!” Aishwarya protested.

“And I am going to fuck you just the way you imagined” he replied pouncing on her. He grabbed her pallu as she tried to get away and stripped her saree off. Pinning her down on his table, he ripped off her blouse next, followed by her petticoat. Down to her bra and panties, Aishwarya kept protesting but the doctor wouldn’t stop. Pulling her panties down, he shoved his hardness inside her and pounded her hard on his desk.

Pulling her bra down, he exposed both her beasts and took turns sucking each nipple while his cock drilled her. He ignored her crying and begging him to stop, overcome by lust and his sexual need to conquer her body.

Despite her protests, Aishwarya couldn’t help getting turned on herself and her protests faded away. Finally, he stripped her bra off and hammered his hardness deep inside her.

Covering her mouth to keep her from screaming, he flooded her pussy with his cum.

“Thank you” Aishwarya said, after he was completely spent and had recovered his breath.

“Thank you?” he asked.

“I had this imaginary fantasy of being bangd by you since the first day. Thank you for playing it out for me.” she said and they both couldn’t help bursting out laughing.

The doctor took over the role I used to play till we broke up. He became the person she went to for her daily fucking, talking to him about the other men and making him fuck her even harder than them.

He helped her live out every sexual fantasy from hardcore anal to BDSM and sex with toys. One day, after getting fucked by him all night, Aishwarya confided in him her fantasy of being gang banged.

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“You wouldn’t dare!” Aishwarya exclaimed in shock as he opened the door of the room after telling her that he had arranged a gangbang for her with all the men from the hospital.

“Oh yes I would, and I just did” he replied pushing her in the room. Once she was in, he locked the door behind him and turned to her, pure hungry lust in his eyes as he started undressing.

She stared open-mouthed at the 25 naked men with raging hardons pointed towards her and turned to watch her doctor now stripped completely naked pointing his erection proudly at her.

They took their time with her. Enjoying every inch of her body — first over her clothes as their hands and mouths groped her, probed her, kissed her and licked her. Eventually, their arousals took over as they started ripping apart her clothes, tearing them into shreds. As more and more of her body got exposed, there were salivating mouths and tongues waiting to devoure her. So intense were they that she had orgasmed even before they tore her panties — the last of her garments — off. Once naked, every inch of her had men either touching, kissing, licking, sucking, biting and poking her with their hardness. She felt dicks enter both her pussy and ass even as she sucked another man’s hardness. Individually and together, they fucked her all day, and then all night, pounding and filling her with their cum again and again, making her orgasm over and over as her body got ravaged.

At one time, she had two dicks in her pussy and one in her ass while another was shoved in her mouth. By the time the men left one by one the next morning, Aishwarya had been taken over 40 loads of cum and was covered in sperm from head to toe. As she drifted off to sleep in blissful contentment, all she could think of was how she had enjoyed every moment of her sexperience.


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Take it easy Urvashi…Didi


Ever since he started noticing girls, Urvashi Didi had tormented Sailesh. Her cute face, sexy body and clothes that highlighted her curves combined to make him lust for her body making his balls hurt every time he saw her. She had once even slapped him for trying to kiss her, offended at a sexual advance from her cousin. He came in his pants when he first touched his cousin’s pussy and ran his hands between the heavenly curves of her ass while she slept.

However, that’s as far Sailesh had been able to take his lust for Urvashi Didi’s body. She never let him go any further and it had tortured Sailesh for years.

Once she started working as an insurance agent, the torture had only become worse. Earning a good income as an insurance agent isn’t easy. It depends on how many policies you sell and getting people to take insurance policies is no mean task.

A successful insurance agent lady advised Urvashi to leverage her beauty and body to her advantage within reason. She suggested that Urvashi dresses more sexily in revealing clothes while meeting prospective clients, and that idea had work instantly when Urvashi Didi tried it. Now, she’d wear deep neck dresses or shirts with a couple buttons undone that displayed her delightful cleavage. She’d wear see-through sarees that showed her cleavage and navel. She’d wear low-hip jeans that sometimes showed her underwear. She’d bend down over the policy papers, seductively teasing potential customers with her milky cleavage. No wonder she was soon doing well. Who could ever say no to someone that inviting?

After her marriage, Sailesh’s agony had only increased, especially when he moved in with the young couple for a year because their house was closer to his college and his was almost out of town requiring an hour’s commute.

Imagining his brother-in-law fucking Urvashi Didi every night was bad enough. He often heard her moaning and screaming in their bedroom, which happened to be next door to his room. Once, when they had forgotten to lock the door, Sailesh had opened it a crack and watched their two-hour long love making. He had cum thrice in his pants watching Urvashi Didi getting fucked that night.

When he opened the door a crack, they were already naked. She had her husband’s 6″ long dick in her hand, stroking him furiously. He was kissing her hungrily, making wet kissing noises while squeezing her boobs hard.

He watched them as she sat on her knees and sucked her husband’s cock for close to five minutes, making him cum in her mouth and all over her boobs. Sailesh couldn’t tear his eyes off the couple as her husband then lay Urvashi Didi on the bed and proceeded to lick his own cum off her nipples before sucking them one after the other. His fingers drilled her wet pussy, making her moan and thrust her hips to meet his fingers.

He then watched him get on top of her and eat her pussy in 69 position while humping her mouth with his dick till he was hard again. She had moaned and cum after 10 minutes of getting her pussy eaten.

Sailesh watched as his cousin was mounted on by her husband and watched transfixed as his dick entered her pussy. She appeared to be too tight for his erect 6″ dick. He watched her get hammered hard in missionary, cowgirl and doggy positions for close to half an hour, during which time she had cum again. He watched his wildest desires being lived by Urvashi Didi’s husband as he came in Urvashi Didi and they fell asleep in a loving embrace, naked.

Now, at 35 years of age, even after raising a 14 year old son, Urvashi Didi hadn’t lost any of her youthful beauty or sex-appeal. She could pass off as being 7-10 years younger and could made teenage girls envious. If anything, age had seemed to make her sexier with every passing year. Bearing a child had made her curves more pronounced and her boobs had filled out even more turning her into a voluptuous woman any man would crave to get his dick into.

Sailesh still remembers the day he believes Urvashi Didi conceived her son, almost 15 years ago.

It had happened during a time of financial difficulty for the couple. Her husband had been struggling and Urvashi Didi was working hard trying to bridge the financial gap and make ends meet. They never made Sailesh feel like he was a financial burden, even though he knew their debts were mounting. He knew the financial pressures were straining their marriage because he hadn’t heard or seen them fuck for over a month.

It was late morning one day, close to 11:30 am. Sailesh was walking through the living room when he heard her phone ring.

“Hubby calling” it said. He waited around for a while for Urvashi Didi to come and answer the phone, but she didn’t seem to be around. The phone stopped ringing after a while and then dinged again with a voice mail message.

Unable to resist himself, Sailesh heard the voice mail and then went to find Urvashi Didi to give her the message.

As her passed her bedroom, he heard the sound of her shower running. Stepping in, he went to the bathroom and tried the door. It was unlocked. opening it a crack, Sailesh watched his Urvashi Didi completely naked in the shower.

She had soap all over and had her fingers inside her pussy. What a treat it was to watch his delicious Urvashi Didi masturbating. Her other soapy hand was pinching a nipple as she fucked herself. He watched her, mesmerized by her beauty, as she groaned and moaned for five minutes before shuddering with an orgasm, her whole body shaking with shock wave after shock wave as she screamed and came, squirting all over her fingers.

The way she came and the way her body shook, he was convinced she faked her orgasms while getting fucked by her husband. It gave Sailesh an erotic delight realizing that her husband wasn’t able to pleasure Urvashi Didi sexually and that she had been starving for a good orgasmic fuck. Heck she now had to masturbate to satisfy the needs of her body because he hadn’t even fucked her – with or without giving her an orgasm – for over a month!

As turned on as he was, Sailesh had to relieve himself after getting back to his room, imagining his naked Didi across the wall in the shower.

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Hubby: Hi Urvashi

Urvashi: That’s a surprise. You usually don’t message me when you’re at work.

Hubby: I know. The past few months have been tough.

Urvashi: It will be alright. We will make it work.

Hubby: Yes we will. But it’s been affecting our sex life.

Urvashi: What? Feeling naughty today?

Hubby: Yes, and I want to make tonight special for you. Shailesh is spending the weekend at his place and I thought we could make it count and try for a baby if you are up for a naughty game ?

Urvashi: What game?

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That evening, at exactly 6 pm, Urvashi shed her clothes, her bra, her panties and put on just her sexy see-through nightie. She lay down on her bed sipping a cup of hot chocolate. She heard the main door open and close. She heard him take his shoes off and unbuckle his belt as he walked towards the bedroom. She heard his pants fall to the floor and imagined him removing his shirt.

Blindfolded as he had suggested, she felt sexual excitement as she felt him walk towards the bed. She set the chocolate milk on the table besides the bed when she felt him get on the bed and the mattress depress. Caressing her face, he kissed her lips lovingly. Urvashi opened her mouth and he sucked her tongue. Extending his hand down, he caressed her breast, circling her erect nipple with his finger. Continuing to kiss her, she felt his hands explore her body — belly, finger poking her navel through the nightie, lower down till he cupped her pussy with his hand, then lower as he caressed up and down the inside of her silken warm thighs and then returning to caress and squeeze her clean shaven pussy.

His hand slid inside her nightie and he entered her with two fingers. She was already soaking wet and he felt her pussy grip his fingers. Continuing to kiss her, he plowed her for ten minutes with his fingers, till she came all over his fingers, squirting violently and soaking the sheets. Sucking one finger coated with Urvashi’s cum, he made her suck the other.

“My turn” she said giggling and panting as her orgasm passed completely.

Laying him on his back, she climbed on top, finding his rock hard cock with her hands.

“WOW! you’re turned on aren’t you! You feel bigger than usual” she giggled as she kissed the tip of his cock before taking him in her mouth. Sitting on his face, she let him enter her cum-dripping pussy with his hungry tongue.

Urvashi sucked him, caressing his balls and stroking his cock. He was thrusting his hardness down her throat while she thrust her wet pussy in his mouth. His hands were all over her body, caressing her, squeezing her boobs and pinching her nipples.

He didn’t want to waste his cum in her mouth today and stopped her after a few minutes.

Laying her on her back, he stripped her nightie off. Sucking one nipple and then the other, he enjoyed her nakedness for a few minutes till he felt the urge to cum pass. He kissed her mouth again while he spread her legs and climbed between her legs. Taking the glass of the barely warm chocolate milk off the side table, he poured it all over her body – particularly her boobs, navel and pussy.

He then went about slowly licking it from her. He had poured some of it on her lips and mouth and he first licked it off her lips. Then he drank it from her mouth as she opened her lips. Kissing down her neck, he licked the cocoa from her neck, licking it down her body till he sucked it off her boobs and nipple. Then he licked it off her belly and navel and then lower down till he reached her pussy. Opening her, he poured more of it inside her and ate it out of her pussy. Over and over, he kept filling her and eating her till she had another orgasm and the glass of chocolate milk was emptied.

He then spread her legs wide, lifting them over his shoulders and rubbed his cock up and down the wet opening of her pussy. He entered her slowly and heard her moan.

“God you’re big and hard today.” she groaned. “Must be a result of not doing it for so long haan?”

“Hmmmm” he grunted, sliding his hardness all the way into her. He held himself buried all the way inside her squishy, tight and wet pussy for a while before he started fucking Urvashi.

Within 3 minutes of pounding inside her, he groaned and thrust himself as deep into her as he could, shooting his potent and fertile seed deep inside her. It took over a minute for him to stop cumming, Urvashi’s pussy muscles gripping him and milking his cock till all his sperm was drained into her.

As he lay panting besides her, Urvashi wanted to see his contented face and started untying her blindfold.

“aa…aaa…” he said, stopping her.

“What? You want me to be this way all night?” she giggled.

Holding her hand, he got her on her feet and led her to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he led her under it.

Together they showered, feeling each other’s body, caressing each other, soaping each other. Her naked, just fucked body was glowing, glistening as water kissed her all over and flowed down her. He touched and caressed her, from the sexy valley of her neck to her shoulders. He ran a finger along her slightly-lighter bra-line, cupping her full breasts in his palms. He pinched and pulled on her hard nipples, standing erect, begging to be sucked. He obliged, taking one tit in his hungry mouth and sucking and then the other. She arched her body letting him eat her boobs, moaning in pleasure.

His fingers caressed her body before they entered her after soaping her pussy and rubbing it up and down her opening for a while. While kissing her mouth in the hot shower, he fucked her pussy with his fingers, getting her to start groaning in erotic bliss.

Watching her get aroused and start to moan, his hardness returned. He entered her again and she gasped at how soon he had got so hard again.

They fucked standing in the shower. His hardness plowing her wildly for close to 15 minutes till she came, shuddering all over his cock. He held her upright, his hardness inside her as she nearly collapsed under the shock of her orgasm. He continued to pound her, drilling her hungry pussy for a further ten minutes before cumming inside her a second time.

“Oh WOW!” exclaimed Urvashi she felt his second load flood deep inside her.

“Shhhhhhh” he said, drying her body with a towel for a few minutes. Wrapping her with the towel he led her back to the bed.

Making her bend down on her hands and knees, he entered her again from behind. Grabbing her shoulders to hold her in place, he started pounding her, going hard again with every thrust inside her. This time, he had to pound his hardness in and out of her for close to an hour in various positions. She came with two more shattering orgasms all over his dick and was panting exhausted before he came inside her for a third time.

As they lay in an embrace, his dick still inside her, he caressed Urvashi’s sweat-drenched body watching her breath heavily, exhausted with the pounding.

“What’s with you today?” she whispered between deep breaths. “You’ve never been able to do it 3 times in a whole day. You came thrice in two hours today. My lucky day!” she teased, smiling.

They lay there, feeling each others’ body, touching and kissing for over an hour before he felt his erection return.

He fucked her two more times throughout the night making her cum again and again and filling her with his sperm till she finally fell asleep, completely spent, pleasured, filled and exhausted.

After watching her sleep for a few minutes, Sailesh removed her blindfold and returned to his bedroom.

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The voicemail earlier that day was from her husband saying he had urgent work out of town and won’t be home that night. Sailesh had renamed his contact number in Urvashi Didi’s phone and set his own number as “Hubby”.

What Urvashi Didi didn’t know was that Sailesh had not only tricked her into fucking him all night long, he had also got her pregnant. In in doing that, he had recorded videos of their incessant passionate night long mating.

When her husband returned home the next day, Urvashi figured out what had happened. Her husband said he had been out of town and she must have dreamed it all when she teased him about fucking her all night. But hearing her “dream”, he had been aroused and fucked her right there in the living room not even bothering to get undressed completely. He just unzipped his pants, pulled down her pajama and pounded her doggy style and erupted in a couple minutes.

Angry at being cheated into fucking him, Urvashi Didi confronted Sailesh when her husband went to clean up and take a shower. Sailesh laughed, showing her a clip that he was watching, from the video he had recorded.

Red-faced, all Urvashi Didi could do was cover her mouth in shock, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Sailesh’s 7″ thick cock exploding inside her as she came all around it.

“Take it easy Urvashi Didi. We will be doing that and much more for years.” Sailesh said laughing.

While offended, Urvashi also was aware that this was the most mind-blowing sex she’d had and Sailesh had given her more orgasms in one night than her husband had managed to in their entire married life. That was the day her son been conceived – was it a result of the night long fucking by Sailesh or the morning quickie with her husband, she would never know.

It was the start of almost daily fucking between Sailesh and Urvashi Didi whenever her husband wasn’t around or whenever Sailesh needed to fuck his cousin. Her pussy has been his slave now for the past 15 years — without the need for a blindfold anymore.

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Freeing my friend’s ex-wife


Flashback…

I first met the newly married couple, Shoumik and Bandita when we were looking for someone to do transcription work. They had just moved to Bangalore from Siliguri in West Bengal.

Shoumik was young, full of dreams and enthusiasm. We decided to invest in the young man — lacking experience but with drive that could help us grow the division.

Bandita had accompanied Shoumik to every meeting, waiting patiently in the waiting are while he attended meeting after meeting, interview after interview.

After he came onboard, she became a regular at every team get-together and party. They were an absolutely adorable couple. Obviously head-over-heels in love with each other, what was endearing was how they just seemed to complete one another — always by each other’s side, always supportive.

They called me “Dada”, which means father or father-figure in Bengali, and older brother in Marathi. They claimed I had given him the biggest break in his career and was like a father figure to them. It was cute to hear them call me “Dada”. I was rooting for this endearing couple and hoping Shoumik would be able to take his chances and grow with the company.

During one such party, they’d both had one too many to drink and stayed over at my place. For close to three hours that night, I heard her screams and moans of pleasure — the tell-tale sounds of the young husband and his beautiful young wife having sex. Evidently, he fucked her more than once that night — I counted three “Aaaaaahhhhhhh” grunts from him, suggesting he had cum at least three times. She was vocal through the night, moaning and mumbling in Bengali, groaning loudly and screaming in pleasure.

In those days, I was romantically involved with a trainee in my department. And yet, I couldn’t help wondering where he had cum — if he had creamed his wife’s pussy trying for a baby, or whether he preferred her ass or did he like her to give him blowjobs.

I forgot about the incident in the weeks, months and years that followed. She would be there at every social gathering with Shoumik and always was pleasant company. I should have suspected something was amiss when they both deactivated their social media accounts. However, whenever we would meet at social gatherings, everything seemed the same as before and I didn’t give it much thought.

Four years had passed since they joined the team. My relationship with the intern had long ended and I was now enjoying Priya, a horny colleague who had just been dumped by her fiancee just before her wedding and thought sex with me without any commitments was thebangutic in getting over the trauma of a broken marriage.

I was moments away from creaming her pussy for the third time that night when the phone rang at around 2 am.

“Do you know a Bandita Shoumik Chatterjee?” the caller asked after I had confirmed my identity.

“Yes, she’s the wife of one of my colleagues,” I replied.

“Sir, can you come down to Leela Hospital? She has just been admitted here.”

“What?” I said, surprised, “What happened? Is Shoumik there? Can I speak with him?”

“No sir, his phone is unreachable. We found your business card in her purse and it had your mobile number hand written on it under ’emergency’. So we called you.”

“I will be right there,” I said.

It was now 10 am the following morning. Bandita had woken up from her sedatives an hour ago and was now crying uncontrollably, reliving the recent past.

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“Don’t say things like that Bandita,” I said when she was cursing her nickname for her sorry state.

“I don’t know what else to say Dada,” she said, “I lost everything and have no reason to live.”

“Where’s Shoumik?” I asked.

“Probably with his new girlfriend,” she replied looking down.

“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. That’s when she vented out her story.

She was only 19 when she met Shoumik, who had just graduated from her college. A whirlwind and intense romance followed. Though she wanted to be a virgin till her wedding day, he seduced her into pre-marital sex.

After six months of fucking her almost on a daily basis, he proposed and she agreed. With opposition from both families, the couple decided to elope. They moved to Bangalore to make a fresh start in a new place. Madly in love, they couldn’t have enough of each other.

After he got the job with our company, they decided to try for a baby. They’d fuck at all times of the day and night. “We even spent the whole night fucking in your house,” she said bringing back memories of the night when I heard her moan and scream with orgasm after orgasm.

Bandita finally got pregnant after trying for about three months and then had a late stage miscarriage. The doctor said pregnancy wasn’t safe for her. But Shoumik was determined to have a baby.

He kept creaming her pussy once or twice everyday trying for a baby. When her second pregnancy ended in a miscarriage too, the doctor advised her not to try again and to consider a hysterectomy. But Shoumik would have none of it.

When her third pregnancy also ended in a miscarriage, she finally decided to go through with the surgery without her husband’s consent. When he eventually found out, they had a major show down. He hit her for the first time that day. Over the days and weeks that followed, he became increasingly violent towards her and seemed to lose all sexual interest in her.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, she hadn’t stopped lactating since her third miscarriage and he claimed that her leaking breasts disgusted him.

Yesterday, she had returned home early from the fashion boutique that she worked at and found him in their bed fucking another woman. From the cum stains all around them, it wasn’t their first round that day. The way they were wrapped around each other and the way he fucked her, it was clear to Bandita that it was way more than just sex.

She watched him till he creamed the other girl’s pussy and told her he loved. Bandita finally walked out totally brokenhearted. She had sat in a restaurant crying till it was closing time and then slit both her wrists in the restaurant’s restroom. The staff had found her and rushed her to the hospital. And now she was blaming herself and her name for her fate.

“I am fat now,” she said, “not like before. The medicines I had to take after my pregnancies made me put on weight. And then there’s the lactation that won’t stop.” As she said this, I appraised her. To my eyes, she looked voluptuously curvy, not fat. She continued, “After the surgery, when he lost whatever little interest he had in me, I thought it was only because of my weight gain and the lactation. I am not beautiful anymore, I can’t have a baby, I can’t make my husband happy. Why should I even bother to live Dada?”

“None of this is your fault, you hear me?” I said sternly. “You couldn’t help the miscarriages nor their side effects. It was only safe for you to get the surgery done. It’s his loss. And trust me, whatever happens, happens for a reason. It’s obvious to me now that he never deserved you.”

We spoke for hours and the disgust I felt for Shoumik only grew the more she vented. Priya and I spent hours with Bandita through her stay in the hospital, helping her recover. We stayed in touch and met at least once a week to make sure she wasn’t having any more suicidal ideas. A month later, Priya got engaged and then got married. Bandita and I stayed in touch till I had to go to Hong Kong on work for about three months.

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“Dada, can you come over?” Bandita said on the phone. I had just returned from Hong Kong last night. Today was Holi, the festival of color and when Bandita called me, she woke me up from a jet-lagged sleep.

“Of course I can,” I replied, “is everything ok?” In reply, I heard her sob.

“No Dada,” she said, “I want to die.”

“Stop talking like that and stay on the phone with me,” I said, picking up my car keys and heading out the door in my tracks and tee-shirt, not wanting to waste any time in changing, etc. I talked to her through the 30 minute drive to her place. I found her sitting on the porch, covered in Holi colors, tears streaming down her face.

I didn’t have the heart to say Happy Holi to her. During the drive, she had told me that a few friends had dropped over for Holi. She had tried to be happy and enjoy the occasion with them when a few of them got a message on WhatsApp. It was a digital invitation of Shoumik’s upcoming wedding with the woman Bandita had caught him in bed with.

I had known that Shoumik and Bandita had decided to get a divorce. Since I was in Hong Kong, I had missed the developments over the past few months. Evidently, the divorce had got finalized last week and he had wasted no time in announcing his second wedding.

Bandita was totally shattered. Somewhere at the back of her mind, she’d harbored some hope that he would eventually tire of his new girlfriend, that true love would survive and he would return to her some day. This was now the final nail in the coffin and her spirit had just broken.

As I parked the car and walked up to her, she stood up and led the way into the house. She fetched me water as I sat down in the sofa and then she sat down next to me.

“What am I going to do Dada?” she finally asked after a long awkward silence.

“You are going to find yourself and start a new life, ok? I replied.

“That’s easy for you to say,” she replied.

“You can be whatever you want Bandita,” I said turning to face her, “Listen to me… you are not defined by an ugly past.”

“You don’t know how hard it is for an unattractive, fat, lactating divorcee,” she said shaking her head, “Since he moved out, I have tried. It’s not like I have just been sitting here waiting for him. I have signed up on dating and matrimony sites, I have flirted with guys at work even. Not one person has shown even the slightest interest. If anything, I see pity in their eyes. It’s easy for you to say start over, but nobody wants m….” she choked and wasn’t able to complete her sentence, breaking down in tears.

“Shhhhhh…..” I said, holding her and that was my mistake, if you could call it that. I have always been attracted to curvy women. Lactation has always turned me on. Part of the reason I chose to stay single is that I didn’t see myself as a relationship type of person after Shalu — the woman I had my longest relationship with.

Perpetually horny, physical contact with a woman I consider attractive gives me an automatic boner. As I held Bandita, her full breasts pressed against my chest and I couldn’t help the stirring in my pants. I didn’t realize I was wearing my tracks. Bandita noticed the erection causing a little tent in my tracks and pulled back, surprised.

“Dada!?!?!” she exclaimed, her eyes going from my crotch to my face.

“I am sorry,” I said embarrassed at being caught, “I couldn’t help it.”

“You find me attractive?” she seemed more shocked than outraged.

“From the day I first saw you,” I said nodding in an embarrassed way.

“But you have been so nice to us…”

“I am not a family breaker Bandita,” I said interrupting her. “Just because I find you attractive I would never try to seduce you when you were happily married. I am not like that.”

“But why would you find me attractive? I am fat and ugly.”

“You are many things, but fat and ugly are not you. You are a beautiful woman any man would be lucky to have. You are strong and you — I maintain — you can do whatever you set your eyes on.” I said trying to steer the conversation away from my boner. It was a bad choice of words because her eyes promptly went to my erection.

“Do you want me?” she said, reaching out and touching my growing erection over my tracks.

“Bandi….” I said, stopping her, “don’t do something you will regret.”

“Regret? I have craved to be wanted for over a year. I have wanted to be loved even longer than that. I am trapped in the past Dada, I can’t get free from Shoumik.” she said, her eyes almost pleading, “Set me free Dada… if you really want me, take me.”

In reply, I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. Her mouth opened instinctively and her tongue found mine… “mmmmmmmmm… mmmmmmmm….” she moaned as she kissed me hungrily.

Instinctively, my hand reached for a boob and squeezed, making Bandita moan. Reaching behind her, I untied her blouse and took it off. Her bra followed while I continued kissing her hungrily. As I was untying her blouse, she reached into my tracks and started stroking my shaft.

“Dada,” she moaned when we paused for a breath, “you are so big and hard.”

“That’s because you are so beautiful and sexy Bandi,” I said licking the Holi colors off her face and caressing one naked boob under her saree pallu.

“Dada, you are making me wet,” she moaned as I licked her entire face before returning to her mouth and tongue. By now, both her breasts were in my hands and I squeezed them as we kissed hungrily. It didn’t take much for Bandita to lose her inhibitions. Her pent up sexual hunger came took over and she kissed me with as much intensity as I kissed her. With our tongues wrestling, I pinched her already hard nipples, making her squeal with pleasure.

She finally broke the kiss and smiled, “I have ached for this so long Dada,” she said getting off the couch and straightening the pallu of her saree. Grabbing my hand, she made me stand up and led me to the bedroom.

“Do you really want me Dada?” she asked.

“Oh God yes, Bandita,” I said unable to tear my eyes off her full breasts and her nipples visible through the sheer fabric of the pallu covering them, “But even more that that, I want to taste you.”

“Taste me? My milk?” She asked astonished that a guy could be turned on by her lactating breasts.

“All of you…your mouth, every inch of your body that I find extremely sexy, the heaven between your legs and yes, your milk too.” I replied honestly.

“Really? You want to suck it out of my breasts?” she asked astonished, “I want you to take me in any way you want to, Dada, please. I need to feel wanted, desired and loved.”

I pulled her pallu exposing her full breasts. In spite of being full of milk, they were not sagging, they were creamy and firm with her nipples set high and proud. Instinctively, her hands covered her boobs. I pulled her saree off and tossed it on the floor. Laying her down on her back, I grabbed her hands and moved them aside, admiring her hard perky nipples. There was some Holi color sprinkled on her breasts.

“Wow Bandi,” I said admiring her full breasts and curvy nakedness above the waist, “I want you so bad.” Bending down, I first licked the Holi colors off her belly and proceeded to kiss and lick her all over her belly. I licked her navel and probed it with my tongue, making Bandita moan. I kissed and licked her right to the edge of the petticoat. Hungry for her breasts, I next turned my attention to them, licking the Holi colors off both her breasts before taking one hard nipple in my mouth. She groaned in pleasure as I sucked her hard.

“Aaaaahhhhhh,” Bandita moaned, grabbing my hair and pulled me to her as I sucked her hungrily. While I took turns licking, sucking and biting it, I reached down and untied her petticoat. Sliding my hand inside, I started stroking her pussy over her panties. Within a minute or so, I felt the first drop of milk trickle out and into my mouth.

“Oh maaaa….” Bandi groaned as her milk flooded my mouth and I sucked her like a baby, drinking her warm, delicious milk.

“Wow! Bandi…you’re just too yummy,” I moaned into her nipple, feeling her panties start to moisten.

“You really like it, Dada?” Bandi asked between moans as her body squirmed under me.

“Oh God yes, you’re just incredibly delicious. You don’t mind me drinking your milk do you?”

“Mind? You are making me so wet. I wished Shoumik would want to milk me, but he didn’t. I would like you to empty both of them if you want to,” she said, pressing my head into her boob.

I sucked on both her nipples one by one. For close to half an hour I milked her divine tits. Somewhere along the way, she pulled my tracks and underwear down and started stroking my shaft. Somewhere along the way, my hand slid inside her panties and a couple fingers entered her. I started moving my fingers in and out of her, while rubbing her clit with my thumb, continuing to feed off her breasts.

She kept moaning and thrusting her hips in rhythm with my fingers, that were going gradually faster and faster. When her orgasm hit, she screamed and shook, bringing back memories of the night at my place when I had heard her scream over and over with erotic pleasure.

“Oh Dada,” she moaned as her orgasm started subsiding, “you have no idea how long I have ached for this.”

“I am far from done Bandi…” I replied, “I am going to enjoy you all day, if you will let me.”

“I am all yours Dada,” she replied with a contented smile, licking her lips.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I licked her cum off my fingers, “Yummy,” I said winking at her and making her blush. “I want to eat you till you cum in my mouth. I want to taste you right out of your pussy.”

“Oh God Dada, Soumik hated going down on me” she groaned, “would you really want to eat me?”

In reply, I pulled her panties down and took them off, admiring her glistening shaved pussy. Spread her legs wide, I bent down and bit her in the groin, mere inches from her opening. Bandita shrieked with pleasure. I sucked and bit into her groin on either side of her pussy, driving her wild. She kept trying to push her pussy towards my mouth, but I sucked, licked and kissed her all around.

“Don’t torture me Dada,” she begged.

Finally, I relented and licked her all along her slit before focusing my attention on her swollen clit. I licked it with fast strokes of my tongue before closing my lips around it and sucking.

“Ummmmmmmmm” Bandita moaned, her lips pursed and eyes closed. She was gushing with juices and I licked them right out of her pussy, sliding my tongue deep into her to suck up her nectar.

“Oh maaaaaa!!!!!!!” She screamed and came for a second time after I ate her for about fifteen minutes, flooding my mouth with her delicious cum. I ate her right through her orgasm, making it last.

“WOW! Dada!!!!” she panted after her orgasm passed, “you are incredible.”

“No Bandi, you are,” I said, “I could eat you all day if you will feed me that incredibly delicious cum out of your pussy.”

“Really?” she asked, “you like my cum so much?”

“You have no idea,” I said reaching up and squeezing her boobs and nipples and taking her pussy back in my mouth and sliding my tongue into her.

After a few minutes, her boobs started leaking again and she exploded in my mouth with yet another orgasm.

“Maaaaaaaa….aaaaahhhhhhhh….wow!” she said panting once the orgasm passed. “Shoumik hated to eat me, he hated my breasts too after they started lactating” she said pulling my face up from her pussy and making me look into her flushed face and her gorgeous eyes. “He said it was disgusting. I can’t believe you enjoy the two things he hated.”

“He doesn’t know what heavenly treasures he missed out on Bandita,” I said honestly licking her trickling cum off her pussy. “I could just keep eating you and milking you all day long.”

“Later,” she promised, “I want to feel you inside me now….please.” she said, guiding my shaft to her opening and rubbing it against her wetness.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh,” she groaned as I entered her, burying myself to the hilt in her tight and smoldering hot pussy. “You are huge Dada! I can feel you so deep inside me.”

She was tight around my shaft as I started moving in and out of her, sucking in her tits and milking them hungrily.

“Jore…aro jore” she moaned, urging me to go faster and harder. As I picked up the tempo, she kept asking me to go faster and harder till my shaft was pounding her like a piston.

“I am cumming again Dada, don’t stop,” she groaned. I was so close to cumming myself, but I didn’t want this to end yet. I also wanted her to cum in my mouth, so I stopped.

Pulling out of her, I took her pussy in my mouth again, eating her till she came…her honey gushing in my mouth. By the time she was done, I had recovered from the brink of cumming myself. I entered her again and resumed milking her. When I came close to cumming, I pulled out again and ate her till I was ready to pound her pussy again.

Before that day, I had never lasted beyond 5-10 minutes during the first round of fucking. The every subsequent time always lasts longer. But using the breaks while I ate and milked her as recovery time, I fucked, milked and ate her for close to half an hour. She came twice and each time my mouth was there to eat her cum right off her gushing pussy.

“Bas Dada, kitna khaoge?” (enough Dada, how much will you eat me?) she asked gasping for breath.

“Oh fuck Bandi…..” I groaned, “you are just incredible. I just don’t want this to end.”

“I don’t want it to end either Dada, but I want your cum inside me….please cum in me,” she begged. This time, I didn’t pull out, but kept drilling her, even when I was close to cumming.

“Oh God Bandi, you are so tight. I am going to cum,” I groaned, moments away from my climax.

“Wait for me Dada, please wait for me,” she moaned and groaned, thrusting her hips to my rhythm while I pounded her and sucked her tits. It was hard to hold on, but I kept slamming her, knowing that she’d already had a hysterectomy and there was no risk of pregnancy. She was thrusting her hips, her eyes closed, lips pursed, her hands tightly gripping the bed sheet.

“Nowwwwwwwwwwww……oh maaaaaaaaaaa……” she screamed, grabbed my butt, pulled me into her, and exploded all around my shaft. As her pussy muscles contracted and sucked my shaft, I exploded, filling her will load after load of my cum.

I collapsed on her once spent. We lay that way, my limp cock still inside her, caressing each others’ bodies. Her silky smooth skin against me was pure sexual electricity and I kissed her lovingly.

“That night when you stayed at my place,” I said, “I heard you moan and scream through the night and thought Shoumik was one lucky dude. Now I know what a fool he was. You are far more incredible than I could have ever imagined.”

“Stop teasing this fat girl,” she said, mock slapping my arm.

“Not teasing at all,” I said, panting into her neck, “You aren’t fat. Your curves make you even more sexy than you were before. I could fuck you all day and then all night and still not have enough.”

“Liar,” she said, biting my ear.

“I will prove it to you,” I said into her pretty eyes.

Over the next 24 hours, I fucked her six more times, creaming her pussy each time. When I my shaft wasn’t inside her fucking her pussy, I was either eating her to orgasm after orgasm or feeding on her milk.

Like the first time, I kept pulling out from the brink of cumming and ate her or milked her till the need to explode passed.

She enjoyed feeding me — from both her boobs and her pussy. Just the way her orgasms got me hard, me eating and milking her seemed to turn her on. We didn’t get a wink of sleep that night and by the time the sun rose the next day, we were both beyond exhausted.

“Bas Dada,” she groaned after I came inside her, “I will die.”

“I just want to keep fucking you, eating you and milking you Bandi…”

“I believe you,” she said panting heavily, “but leave something for another day.”

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I ate, fucked and milked her at every opportunity for the next few months. We spent hours and days in bed, doing absolutely nothing but fucking. Neither of us seemed to get enough of the other. The more I fucked her, the more I wanted to fuck her. Eventually, one day she told me that one of her colleagues seemed to have a crush on her.

“It was just a matter of time Bandi…” I said undressing her and pulling her to me, “I knew you would find someone who truly appreciates you.”

“I doubt, anyone can ‘appreciate’ me sexually the way you have these past few months.” she said putting aerial quotes around the ‘appreciate’ as she spoke, “just the thought of your mouth on my nipples makes them leak now, just thought of you eating me makes me wet.”

“Well, you can call me anytime,” I said with a wink bending down and taking a naked nipple in my mouth. It erupted as I sucked it, her milk flooding my mouth. Gulping it down, I added, “as long as you let me eat you and milk you to a few orgasms at least.”

“I will hold you to that promise,” she said, leading me to the bed. It was Friday evening and we stayed awake through Friday night, took a few hours nap on Saturday. Fucked through Saturday and Saturday night. Napped for a few hours on Sunday and fucked right through Sunday and Sunday night. By the time she left on Monday morning, her pussy was dripping cum, every inch of her body was sore and she could barely walk. That was the most intense weekend of incessant fucking she and I had — I guess because both of us felt this could be the last time we did it.

I did fuck Bandi on three more occasions after that weekend. But those are different stories for another time. She’s now happily married a second time and hasn’t taken me up on my offer. That probably means that her second husband treats her well in every respect. I sure hope he does.

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The Naked Truth

My Perspective — The Seductress
I wasn’t part of her interview team. The first day I saw her was the day she started working in my team. The moment I set eyes on her, I knew what I wanted to lay in her. With every passing day, the urge to bed her only kept growing.

Shailaja had just moved to the city from a small town after her marriage. The small town girl in the big city was like a deer in the headlights. On the one hand, the big city had her bedazzled and in awe. On the other hand though, everything about the city intimidated her.

Unsure of herself and low on self-confidence, Shailaja had to look for a job when her husband’s company downsized and they needed the income to make ends meet. Shy and introverted, she was insecure and everything about her job scared her.

She had all it needed to succeed. Her qualifications were exemplary. Her experience at her home town spoke volumes for her ability and talent. Her good looks and well endowed body were just the cherry on the cake when it came to dealing with clients.

Yet, she wasn’t doing well. Her fear of failure and low self-confidence made her under perform to an extent that it was starting to hurt her career prospects. The pressure was mounting on me to let her go — it was the last thing I wanted to do for very personal and sexual reasons. I wanted her and the longer she worked for me, the better were my chances of getting into her pants and womb. I had no intentions of passing up such a delicious opportunity.

Over the months, we had gone past being a boss and subordinate and had become good friends. I had visited her place, met her family and loving husband, we had spent many evenings after office, talking about her insecurities. During a few of these talks, she had broken down and I had held her close — pressing her boobs against me, caressing her back and even her ass a couple times. On each of those occasions, I had to masturbate multiple times after getting home to get past how horny she made me.

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“I am going to be let go, am I not?” She asked me one day during our 1 on 1 meeting

“Not if I can help it,” I replied honestly.

She smiled sadly. “Thank you for the confidence, but we both know I am not doing enough to hold my job. It’s only a matter of time,” she added.

“Look, I won’t like. You haven’t been able to perform as well as you did back home,” I said. “But I don’t think it is an issue of ability or talent. You aren’t a small fish in a big pond Shy (she had been nicknamed Shy just days after joining work). You are just low on confidence and, if you are up to it, I am willing to work with you on your confidence.”

“You think it will work?” she asked, unsure of herself.

“If you believe in yourself and do whatever it takes, yes.” I replied. “It won’t be easy and adapting to city life can mean you have to get out of your comfort zone. But if you are willing to do it, there’s no reason you can’t succeed.”

“I don’t know…” she started.

“Let’s start right there,” I interrupted, “let’s start with positive thoughts and shutting out negativity. What’s the worst that can happen? Your positive thoughts will not come true. But that’s better than your negative thoughts coming true isn’t it?” I asked.

“Yes,” she smiled, wiping tears that were forming in her eyes.

“The next thing to work on,” I added, “is dressing confidently. Try bright colors and confidence clothes instead of conservative sarees.”

“How’s that going to help?” she said protesting.

“Thought we just agreed to be positive,” I said making her smile shyly. “You either trust me or you don’t.”

“I do,” she said interrupting me.

“Wait, let me complete,” I said holding up my hand, “you either trust me or you don’t. Not everything I say and suggest is going to make sense, but I have 20 years’ experience. If you trust me to make a difference, you have to let me ok?”

She nodded, looking down at her feet, unsure of herself.

Holding her chin, I raised her face, “look me in the eyes, Shy” I said. When she looked up, it was all I could do to keep my boner in check and talk with a straight face, “what do you see in my eyes.”

“Love,” she said — that’s not love but lust I was thinking but didn’t say anything. “I don’t know why you are so loving towards a failure,” she added starting to sob.

“Failure is a state of mind,” I replied, pulling her close into an embrace. “Like Thomas Alva Edison said before inventing the light bulb — ‘I haven’t failed, I have discovered 10,000 ways that won’t work’ — and then he found one that did and invented the light bulb.”

She looked up at me as I held her close, “you think I have hope?”

“I believe there’s a lot of hope,” I said kissing her forehead. I held her tighter, pressing her boobs into my chest, and when she didn’t pull back, I added, “I have a lot of hope, if you will let me and follow what I said.”

“I promise,” she said in my shoulder.

“So let’s start with the clothes ok?” I added, “dress for confidence to make people take notice.”

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“Do you know swimming?” I asked. The change in Shailaja since our last conversation had even me surprised.

“Yes, why?” she asked.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Yes, why?” she asked again.

I handed her a gift box. “Before you open the box. What it contains is sexy and provocative. You can take offense to it and return it. Or you can trust that this is part of the process and meet me at this address with it at 6 am tomorrow.”

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I had a raging hard-on from the moment I set my eyes on her wearing the swimsuit and wrap at the swimming pool of the club I am a member of. She smiled when she saw me.

“Sexy!” I said eying her as I approached her, making her blush.

“Stop it!” she said, “it wasn’t easy for me ok. I had to fight myself to do this.” I was struggling to tear my eyes off her creamy cleavage.

“What do you think ‘this’ is?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied, “but I promised to trust and let you help me, so here I am.”

“Thanks for the trust.” I replied. “How do you feel?”

“Naked.” she replied, blushing again.

“I wish,” I said and when she looked up at me shocked, I held up my hand in defense, “just kidding ok?”

“So what’s the idea?” She asked.

Reaching towards her, I started untying her wrap, “what are you doing?” she asked grabbing my hands, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

Pushing her hands apart, I untied the wrap and took it off, “what I want you to do is walk into the pool area and take a lap in the pool. More importantly, I want you to watch the men there, particularly their crotch and the reaction you have on them. Ok?”

“Why?”

“I will tell you why when you come back after the swim,” I said, “Oh and one more thing. I am going to film you on my phone and one month later, we will review it again and you will see the difference.”

As I watched her walk away, I smelled the wrap, taking in her perfume and aching to tear the swimsuit off her body. I watched her go to the pool, looking at the men there, get into the water and swim a lap. I watched the men looking at her, pure lust in their eyes, a couple of them adjusting their erections in their swimming trunks.

When she returned, I asked, “what did you notice?”

“Those are horny men,” she said giggling, her soaking wet body inches from me, her erect nipples straining against the swimsuit, poking against the fabric, a perfectly formed cameltoe between her legs promising wonders if I can get past the swimsuit.

“No,” I said.

“What do you mean no?” she replied, “they were all looking at me like they wanted to fuck me, their cocks becoming hard in their trunks.”

“The lesson here is that you have a power over men.” I replied. “Most of them are decent folks with a family, who never stray or cheat. But they couldn’t help reacting to your body and that’s the power YOU have. Makes sense?” She nodded, a glint in her eyes telling me her apprehensions about my intentions were just proven unfounded and I had just vindicated her trust in me.

“So we are going to do this everyday for the next month ok?” I said, giving her another box. “This contains a few more swimsuits and bikinis. They are progressively sexier and showy. The idea is for you to discover the power of your sexuality. I think part of your lack of self-confidence is that you question your ability as a woman in a man’s world. Hopefully, doing this for the next month or so will help you overcome that apprehension.”

“Ok,” she said, taking the box from me.

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Shylaja’s Perspective – What does he want?
Things had been going from bad to worse for a while. I was a successful professional in my home town before my arranged marriage brought me to the big city. Disagreements in the family meant my dad lost a lot of our ancestral property, then had a heart attack before eventually passing away. My husband’s layoff and the mounting bills and loan repayments meant I had to start working again, in an environment that was nothing like my old office.

With every passing day, week and month, the feeling in my gut that I was heading for disaster was growing. My colleagues at work ranged from snobs and arrogant women to horny young men whose roving eyes made no secret of what they wanted to do with my body. I knew I was being mentally undressed and fucked by many of my colleagues multiple times everyday.

On the domestic front too, frictions were increasing. My husband loves me, but the financial pressures were straining our marriage. The sex was an indicator of the change.

The night of our marriage, neither of us had slept a wink. We had made love just thrice, but he had devoured my body all night. He had spent hours eating me to orgasm after orgasm. He called me the tastiest wife ever. Since then, we made love at least once everyday and he ate me for at least an hour or two every-single-day. I don’t recall a single day when I hadn’t had at least a couple orgasms. But the impact of the difficult times was that our sex had gone from daily to a couple times a week to once or twice a month.

And then there was my boss — a handsome middle-aged man in his 40s — who was most understanding and seemed to have more confidence in me than I did myself. He wasn’t judgmental like others and our friendship seemed only natural. He felt like family and struck up a good easy relationship with my husband and in-laws when he came home for dinner. So, when he offered to work with me on my self-confidence, I had hope.

I couldn’t help questioning his intentions when he presented me with a sexy swim suit. I had the sinking feeling that he too was one of the hornies for my body. And yet, I was determined to make this work. I didn’t have a choice. If I couldn’t make it work, I was facing losing our house. So, with a lump in my throat I showed up in the swimsuit and wrap he had presented me with. I expected him to make a move to seduce me when I went to the swimming pool, but he was the perfect gentleman. His logic after my swimming lap made perfect sense. The swimsuits he presented me were erotic to say the least. Wearing sexy clothes and showing skin wasn’t me. I was always used to dressing conservatively, but his logic had convinced me to give this a go. Whether it helped or not was another story, but I was sure as hell going to try.

Over the next month, lesser and lesser of my body was covered by progressively skimpy swimsuits and bikinis. The lust in the eyes of the men there and their erections (which they stopped trying to hide and even stroked themselves while I was there) had gone from feeling dirty to making me feel flattered.

The two-piece thong bikini I wore on the last day of the month hid absolutely nothing. It was downright transparent and both my nipples and my pussy was as visible through it as if I was stark naked. Three of the men at the pool actually came and I could have sworn my boss too had a raging erection. I am not sure if it was the lack of sex at home or my growing lack of inhibition, but I half-wished he would have been one of the men jerking himself off. I half-wished he would make a move, but he didn’t do either. I was almost disappointed that he was the perfect gentleman.

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The naked truth
“You have been doing better haven’t you?” I asked her. We were sitting in my office doing her monthly 1 on 1, reviewing her performance in the last month.

“Yes, the numbers have improved,” she said, “thanks to you.”

“No, thanks to you,” I corrected. “I showed the direction, but you had to make a huge leap of faith to get out of your comfort zone.”

“Yes, it wasn’t easy wearing those sexy swimming suits and watching men stroke themselves looking at me.” She conceded.

“Which reminds me, I wanted to review the sessions with you too.” I took out my cell phone on which I had recorded Shy everyday, and played the first and last video. “Do you notice the change in body language? On the first day, you were so uncomfortable, you were almost shaking. Now, on the last day, though you were almost naked, you were full of confidence and actually enjoying the men jerking off to you. You looked absolutely HOT!”

“You think so?” She asked blushing.

“I do, and so do all the men who came within minutes thanks to your display.” I said, “how did you feel?”

“Aroused.” Shy replied blushing even more. “Thankfully, I was wet from the swimming otherwise it would have been quite embarrassing.”

“You were that wet?” I asked. Shy just nodded. “So are you ready to go to the next level?”

“Yes,” she said, no hesitation in her voice anymore. She was actually eager now.

“I want to introduce you to ‘The Naked Truth’.” I said. “It’s a book written by the female CEO of a Fortune 100 company, who started out a very self-conscious woman low on confidence — pretty much like you. She said what changed her was what she calls the naked truth.

“It’s a proven fact that we are all our worst critics. And within that, we are most critical of our appearance and body right? I asked and Shy nodded. “So, what this lady did was, whenever she had a tough meeting or presentation, she would stand stark naked in front of a mirror after her shower and imagine having the conversation or doing the presentation naked. Her mind naturally did the critical thing of reminding her of all her flaws — real and imagined. And because she was doing a presentation or having a conversation, it was like the person evaluating the presentation was critically evaluating her body. She would imagine all types of erotic situations and her challenge was to not get distracted and to stay focused on her presentation or meeting. Over time, her confidence grew and she was able to handle tough situations because she had overcome her worst critic — herself. Makes sense?”

“Yes, totally!” Shy said, looking excited.

“So I want you to try that if you want to.”

“Ok” she said.

“Everyday, after shower, stand naked in front of the mirror imagining a conversation or meeting or presentation you are doing, thinking of the others reacting to your body and try to overcome the distraction and stay focused on your meeting. Ok?”

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“I can’t do this anymore Sir,” Shy said handing me her resignation.

“Why?” I said, shocked at this turn of events. “You have been doing so well. Everyone is talking about the turn around and the potential they see in you.”

“It’s just that…” she hesitated, “never mind Sir, it’s just not… I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why?”

“I can’t talk about it.”

“And I thought we were friends who shared everything.” I said.

“We are, but this is too personal and sexual to share,” she added, “please just accept my resignation.”

“I really don’t want to do that,” I said honestly. “I really wish you could trust me enough to explain what this is all about and why you want to leave.” Shy was sobbing by now. “Come on Shy, you owe me that much.” I said, coming over on to her side of the desk and holding her, rubbing her arm reassuringly. Eventually, she shared what her problem was.

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As he was explaining the Naked Truth theory, I was getting turned on. I was already sure this was going to work. So the next morning, I stood naked in front of the mirror imagining my 1 on 1 with him. I imagined his eyes taking in my naked body, lingering hungrily on my breasts and pussy. I imagined him wanting me and stroking himself like the men at the pool had. That night, when my husband fucked me, I orgasmed after many months.

Over the next few days, my imagination during the Naked Truth practices became increasingly vivid and suggestive.

Yesterday, I imagined me giving my boss a blowjob and enjoying it. I was so aroused at the thought that I had to masturbate to an orgasm thinking of my boss fucking me. At night, during sex, while my husband was fucking me, I was imagining it was my boss’s cock in me pounding away and emptying itself deep inside me. I came with the most violent orgasm I had in a long time.

After my husband fell asleep, I lay there ashamed. I was having all these erotic thoughts about a man who had been nothing but nice to me. I was mentally cheating on my husband and not regretting it. By the time I fell asleep, I had decided to resign.

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“I am so sorry Shy,” I lied, feeling thankful for the table between us hiding my raging erection, “I certainly had no intention of causing problems for you with this.”

“I know Sir,” Shy said between sobs, wiping her tears.

“I didn’t think this would happen here in India, as different as we are culturally.” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the lady who wrote the story spoke of a similar initial reaction.”

“What did she do?”

“Well, she faced her demons,” I said, “but in her case, her boss was gay. Once she had faced her demons and the reality replaced her imagination, she could move on.”

“Oh!” was all Shy could say.

“Well, that’s not a practical solution in your case,” I said sighing, “it’s a pity really, because you were doing so well and I was actually thinking you were close to a promotion if your present trend continued for another few months.”

“I want to.” She said.

“I understand,” I said, “and under the circumstances, I have to accept the resignation.”

“No, I meant I want to face my demons.”

“What?”

“I trust you to be a gentleman Sir.” She said, “I want to do this and get past it.”

“I don’t trust myself Shy,” I said, “with a woman as beautiful as you naked before me.”

“Please Sir,” she said.

“But how?” I asked, “we can’t do that kind of thing in the office and it can’t be at your place with your husband there. And I don’t trust myself enough to invite you over to my place.”

“He is going out of town on work for a week,” she said, “We can do it at my place.”

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I had come over to her place a couple hours ago. We had talked for a while and she had gone into great detail about all the things she imagined me doing, ending with cumming inside her and getting her pregnant. Eventually, it was time to face her demons and she had gone off to take her shower. I was so turned on that I had to jerk myself off while she was showering. I had grabbed some tissue paper from her coffee table and cum in it and flushed it down the guest toilet before getting back to the couch to wait for her to finish her shower.

Eventually, she had stepped into her bedroom doorway, dbangd in a towel, her wet body dripping water. I had gulped and made no attempt to hide the effect seeing her that way had on me. I had worn tracks and my erection was quite evident.

“You just going to sit there and stare?” She asked.

“You’re cheating,” I said eventually.

“What do you mean?”

“You are supposed to be naked, not wearing a towel.” I replied.

“I can’t take the towel off!!!” She said, her face turning beet red.

“I better leave.” I said.

“No wait.” She said, “I want you to take it off. That’s how I imagine it.”

“Ok.” I said getting off the couch and walking towards her. “You better start practicing the presentation and whatever I do, you have to keep going ok?”

She nodded and started going over her presentation, her eyes glued to my crotch. Walking up to her, I kissed her neck, making her gasp.

“Is the gasp part of the presentation?” I asked, continuing to kiss her neck and lower down her torso till I reached the edge of the towel. She struggled but went back to her presentation. I kissed her boobs over the towel while my hands cupped and caressed her ass. She was struggling to stay with the presentation so she closed her eyes tight and continued as I pressed my face to her boob, moaning hungrily.

Going behind her, I cupped her boobs over the towel and kissed her neck and back, my erection pressed against her ass. I squeezed her boobs as I rubbed my crotch against her, continuing to kiss and lick her back.

I turned her around to face me. She still had her eyes shut tight as she kept talking through her presentation. I kissed her face, eyes, nose, ears and chin, before opening her towel and letting it drop to the floor. Shy groaned.

“You stay focused on the presentation.” I said.

“I can’t.” She replied.

“Then I should stop.” I said.

“No, I don’t want you to” she said.

“Ok, then tell me what you want me to do.”

“In my imagination, you kiss me while playing with my boobs.” and I did just that. Her mouth was hungrily waiting for mine when I kissed her. As I cupped her boobs, she opened her mouth and her tongue found mine. After kissing her hard and playing with her boobs and nipples for minutes, I broke the kiss, both of us gasping for air.

“There’s only one way this ends if we don’t stop now.” I said, continuing to pinch her tits.

“I hope it ends the way it does in my imagination.” she said between gasps and moans.

Taking one nipple in my mouth, I started sucking hungrily, while continuing to play with her other boob.

“Have you wanted this too?” she asked pressing my face into her boob.

“From the day I first saw you.” I mumbled into her nipple, my hand going down between her legs and cupping her pussy. She was soaking wet.

“That’s not the shower water.” she said, reading my mind.

Picking her up, I started towards the guest bedroom.

“Not that way, I want you to take me in my bed,” she said. So I led her to the master bedroom and lay her down in her bed.

Spreading her legs wide, I buried my face between her legs, my tongue licking the soaking wet opening of her shaved pussy.

Withing minutes, I was eating her hungrily, my tongue fucking her, my lips sucking on her clit, driving her wild and making her wriggle as her body inched towards an orgasm.

When she came, she squirted into my mouth and I lapped up her delicious orgasm. I continued eating her for another hour, through three more orgasms. I could have eaten her all day, but she finally pushed me back.

While she pulled my tracks and underwear down, I got rid of my tee-shirt.

“My GOD! You are HUGEEE!!!” she gushed, taking my shaft in her hand and stroking it from based to tip.

Taking the head in her mouth, she started sucking and licking me and squeezed my balls gently with one hand while the other continued to stroke the part of the shaft that she couldn’t take in her mouth.

For close to 15 minutes, she sucked and stroked me to full hardness.

“You want to cum in my mouth?” she asked.

“No, I want to cum inside you,” I groaned.

“Me too.” she said taking me back in her mouth and increasing the intensity of sucking me.

I pushed her back when I was ready to enter her and lay her back on the bed.

Spreading her legs, I rubbed my pole against her sopping wet opening, lubricating it.

As I pushed my hardness against her opening, I was amazed at how tight she was.

Her mouth opened in a silent O as I pushed into her, inch by inch, pulling back a bit before pushing further into her.

“Oh god, it won’t fit,” she groaned.

After nearly a minute, I was buried inside her to the hilt, my shaft filling her deep.

“You are touching places inside me I didn’t even know existed,” she moaned. I pulled almost all the way out before shoving it all the way back into her. Then I pulled out again and thrust hard to the hilt inside her.

“Aaaaah” she squealed in pleasure, encouraging me. Having jerked off once already, I knew I wouldn’t be cumming soon, but I wanted to make this last as long as I possibly could. As I slowly started increasing my tempo, her screams turned into grunts and then moans.

When her back started arching in rhythm with my thrusts, I knew she her orgasm was close.

I started hammering hard inside her, increasing my tempo further, drilling her hard and deep. It took four minutes before she shook, arching her back and let out an animal scream as a violent orgasm took hold of her. I kept fucking her right through her orgasm, making it last. As the first wave started passing another shook her and then another and another, each bigger and more violent than the previous.

I don’t know if she mad multiple back-to-back orgasms or one massive one, but she kept cumming for minutes and I kept plowing her pussy till she collapsed totally spent.

“Oh god…. oh god…. oh god….” she kept moaning, cheering me on as I pounded her hard, inching closer and closer to my own climax.

When it came, I buried myself all the way into her and let go, filling her with spurt after spurt of my cum, flooding her for close to a minute before I collapsed on her spent. We both drifted off to sleep.

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When I woke up, she was laying naked on her elbow, looking at me.

“Regretting it?” I asked.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “You?”

“No,” I said, “just wondering if you’d want to do it again.”

I proceeded to fuck her again, filling her pussy before taking her ass and filling it too. By the time she sucked me to an orgasm that night, swallowing my cum, we had been fucking for hours. She and I had both lost count of the number of orgasms she had.

We fucked through the night and the next day taking short breaks to recharge our batteries and hunger for each other.

It’s been six months now and we have fucked at every opportunity. I just handed her a well-earned promotion and she announced her pregnancy.

“Does this change anything?” I asked, wondering what she might expect now that she was pregnant.

“Only that my husband is thrilled thinking he got me pregnant.” she smiled.

“So we’re on for tonight?” I asked.

“Only if you promise to go all night.” she said winking. I smiled at how far she had come from the insecure girl everyone wanted me to fire.

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Scratching Babita’s Itch


The fact that Babita was a year older than him resulted in a lot of resistance within the family to the alliance. He was handsome, she was gorgeous. From the time he saw her picture, Sagar wanted to see her and hoped the alliance would come through. If just one picture can have so much of an impact, he got turned on by just wondering what meeting in person would do? He was determined to fight the family resistance if she turned out to be all that he imagined she would be. It was with this conviction that Sagar decided to make the trip to her town and meet her in person.

You’d think he had proposed to commit murder the way the family reacted. Luckily, he had noted down the phone number and decided to call her and check if she’d like to meet. The first few attempts at calling the land-line resulted in some male member of the family picking up the phone and so Sagar disconnected the call without speaking. When finally a young-sounding female answered the call on the second day, he asked if he could speak to Babita.

“Speaking” she said.

“Hi. This is Sagar. I am not sure if you know me, but we were contacted about a possible marriage proposal.”

“Yes I know. They sent your picture and details to us too. How are you?”

“I am fine, thank you. Listen, I am going to be visiting your town on work this Friday and was wondering if you’d like to meet up.” I lied about the work trip and hoped she wouldn’t say no.

“You want to come home?” She asked.

“No, I was hoping we could meet for coffee or something.”

“I don’t know. I will ask but I don’t think they will agree.”

“I understand. My family isn’t in favor of me meeting you either. They think a whole contingent needs to go to discuss a possible wedding. But since I was going to be there anyway, I thought it would be good for us to meet.”

“I agree it’s a good idea, but I am not sure I can get away. Can you call me same time tomorrow?” she asked.

That was cutting it close. Sagar would be leaving in just one day and if he didn’t even know if she would meet him, it could end up a wasted trip.But he had no other choice.

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Babita smiled disconnecting the call. She couldn’t believe this. On the one hand was her family — dead against marrying a guy younger than her, and on the other was this handsome guy who seemed keen on meeting her. She had no intention of asking anyone and already knew she would meet him.

When he called the next day, she continued playing hard to get and said she still wasn’t sure if she would be able to get away. He gave her the name of the hotel he was staying in and suggested she meet him there if she can getaway. They agreed on 5 pm as the best time – IF she could get away. Let’s see how keen he is she thought. Let’s see if he can wait.

As Friday dawned, Babita was excited. She had already informed at home that she and a friend had plans for the evening and she could be late returning home. As the day progressed, her anticipation and the butterflies in her stomach were both getting worse. She kept looking at Sagar’s picture and imagining how he would be in person. Would he be all that she imagined him to be?Just the thought was making her feel naughty and turned on.

Early in the afternoon, she took an extra-long shower, pleasuring herself thinking about Sagar in an effort to ease her nerves. Instead ofc alming her down, it only heightened her sense of anticipation and sexual excitement with every passing minute. As the clock finally struck 5 pm, she grabbed her hand bag and stepped out, dressed in a blue chudidar.

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Sagar checked his watch for the fourth time in the last minute. She was 20 minutes late already and he was starting to think she wouldn’t be coming after all. The phone rang just then and the reception announced he had a visitor.

As he approached the lobby from the lift, he gasped. She was lovelier and sexier than his wildest imagination, as she stood by the reception desk, looking left and right, pushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ears. She was a treat to sore eyes and Sagar’s jaw dropped. Eventually, she spotted him and smiled – Sagar melted. As he approached her, he felt his throat go dry and heart thud heavily in his chest. They shook hands tentatively and laughed at each others’ awkwardness. He reached in and gave her a hug, pleasantly surprised that she returned it and hugged him back.

Let’s talk in the room he suggested and she followed him to the elevator and then to his room on the top floor. The view from the top floor was amazing, overlooking the city skyline and they stood there talking. The next hour or so is a blur to both of them except that they both felt drawn to each other. Shared interests apart, there was a distinct sexual magnetism neither could overlook.

When Sagar leaned in to kiss her, Babita turned her face towards him and met his lips with an open mouth. After a few tentative seconds, they were hungrily kissing each other, their tongues tangled in an intense battle for supremacy.

She was both taken aback and loved how he seemed to be eating her mouth and sucking on her tongue and hoped he wouldn’t just stop at kissing her. However, Babita wasn’t prepared and gasped when Sagar cupped her breast over her dress. Instead of pulling away, she pressed into his hands, letting him know she wanted him to take her. Encouraged, Sagar squeezed and kissed her evenh arder, grabbing her bum with the other hand and pulling her to him, his erection pressed between her legs against her aroused body, letting her know where he intended in sticking his hardness.

They broke the kiss and came up for air. It took just one glance between them to exchange the request and consent to go all the way. Babita didn’t protest when Sagar’s hands reached behind her and unhooked her Chudidar top. Pulling it off her shoulders, he kissed and licked each shoulder, tracing her bra strap with his tongue. Before long, he had stripped her out of her chudidar and she had stripped him out of his shirt and jeans. Dressed only in their underwear, each was exploring the other’s body as they continued to kiss and hungrily lick each others’ mouth with passion fueled by growing lust and need.

Sagar’s hands found and cupped Babita’s breasts through her white lacy bra and squeezed as his tongue slide down the valley between them. Babita moaned and her chest heaved, urging him on. Sagar’s fingers found her already hardening nipples through the flimsy fabric and pinched, sending a shock wave of pleasure through her body and her love juices to her pussy.

In turn, Babita’s hands caressed Sagar’s shaft over his underwear,tracing it from its head to the base before she caressed his balls. He seemed huge and Babita couldn’t wait to see her first cock. As she pulled his underwear down, his shaft sprang out, erect and pulsing with desire. Taking him in her hands, she started stroking him, their mouths still locked and their tongues wrestling each other. She felt him get even harder as she stroked him. She still hadn’t seen it and just feeling him in her hands wasn’t good enough anymore.

Breaking the kiss, she pushed him down on the bed and her eyes widened at the length and girth of his manhood. Getting between his legs, she took his head in her mouth. Sagar groaned in pleasure. Stroking him up and down, she took nearly half of his hardness in her mouth before she started choking. Cupping his balls with one hand she squeezed while the other started stroking the shaft faster as she sucked as much of his dick, thrusting it in and out ofher mouth.

Sagar couldn’t believe his luck and watching this beauty giving him head was bringing him closer and closer to a climax he wanted to delay till he managed to stick it into her pussy. Just as he was about to make her stop, she gripped his cock with her teeth and it drove Sagar over the edge.

He screamed in pleasure as his whole body stiffened and he exploded,shooting his load into Babita’s mouth. Grabbing her head, he shoved himself as far down her throat as he could, forcing her to swallow his load. He kept cumming for close to a minute and Babita swallowed as much of his cum as she could, some of it spilling over on the sides of her mouth and on to her breasts.

Once spent completely, Sagar pushed her down on the bed on her back and got on top. Kissing her, he tasted his own cum and started getting turned on again. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and ripped it off her body,tossing it aside.

He squeezed one perfectly shaped breast while his mouth zeroed in on the perky nipple on the other. As he sucked on one tit, he pinched the other and squeezed her breast hard. Babita moaned as she felt fluids gush to her pussy soaking up her already wet lace panties even more. Sagar sucked, bit and ate one nipple and then the other, and then back to the first. After sucking her sore for nearly ten minutes he went for the eden between her legs.

Spreading her legs, Sagar was delighted to see how soaked her panties were. He licked her wetness over the fabric before. Babita thrust her pussy up to meet his mouth and moaned in pleasure making Sagar bite and eat her over her panties. Before long, her juices mixed with his saliva had rendered her panties completely drenched and Sagar ripped them off. Completely naked now, Babita was burning with desire and aching for Sagar’s tongue in her.

Sagar lifted her entire lower half off the bed as he buried his face into her pussy. There was nothing gentle anymore. He ate her hard with a manic passion. From sucking on her swollen clit to biting it and drilling her hole with her tongue, he took turns fucking her with her mouth driving Babita wild.She grabbed his head and pulled him into her virgin pussy, thrusting up in rhythm with his tongue.

Within a few minutes, Babita was hit by a massive orgasm that made her tremble violently and she came gushing into Sagar’s mouth, who drank her delicious love potion greedily. He continued to eat her right through her orgasm, making it last longer.

His cock was rock hard by now and as he felt her waves subside, he spread her wide and started rubbing her opening with his hardness, lubricating his shaft with her flowing juices.

Grabbing him, she started guiding his head towards her opening. Taking the hint, Sagar shoved himself into Babita, tearing her hymen and sending a searing pain through her that made her scream and dig her nails into him. He had taken her virginity and had every intention of leaving his seed inside her. As the initial pain started wearing off and Babita relaxed, Sagar started drilling in and out of her. Slowly at first but rapidly increasing his tempo.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God” she kept moaning as he hammered all the way into her for close to ten minutes giving her a second orgasm.

Turning her over, Sagar mounted her doggie style and continued to drill her. With each thrust, his balls slamming against her butt and his cock was rubbing against her clit and g-spot driving Babita wild. He felt another orgasm start to build in her and he exploded deep inside her just as her third orgasm of the day shook her.

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He woke up as he felt Babita get off the bed and watched her walk stark naked towards the bathroom.

“Any regrets?” he asked.

She turned around smiling, a blush turning her pretty face red, “Yes. Only that it ended so soon.”

Bathroom plans had to be put aside as Sagar sprang and grabbed her  hand. “It doesn’t have to” he said, pulling her back in bed and was between her legs in a flash. Lifting her legs above his shoulders, he entered her just as his mouth found hers. While his tongue fucked her mouth, his hardness started hammering her pussy.

Once again, they came together as he emptied himself inside her with one hard thrust after another. They showered together and he fucked her a third time before letting her go home.

“When do we meet again?” he asked.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” She replied.

Sagar smiled, “see you for breakfast?”

Only if you promise to eat me for breakfast, she said and left.

Not only did he eat her for breakfast the next day, he ate her for lunch, dinner and a few snacks too, giving her orgasm after orgasm and fucking her again and again throughout the day.

She returned on Sunday for more fucking and he had taken her anal virginity too before the end of the weekend, drilling her pussy with his finger while pounding her ass hole and cumming in her ass as she shook with an orgasm,squirting all over his fingers.

The harder he fucked her, the more she was turned on. The more she came, the more he was turned on. He had fucked Babita’s every hole at least 2-3 times over the very first weekend.

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Every weekend for the next few months was a fuck-fest as Sagar and Babita explored every conceivable position, every toy and every fantasy. Neither seemed to get enough of the other and fucking 4-5 times a day was more the norm than the exception between them.

He had not asked her to marry him even after months of fucking her and using her body in every conceivable way. They both knew that they wouldn’t take the extreme step of going against their family and that pretty much made marriage unlikely between them.

But that didn’t stop them nor did it slow down their sexual intensity.

“Meri shaadi tay ho gayi” she said one day as they lay in a sweaty embrace after their Saturday breakfast fuck.

“What!?” Sagar asked, shocked.

“Don’t sound so surprised ok” she said, “you know I wouldn’t defy my family when it comes to marriage.”

“Met the lucky guy yet?”, Sagar asked after a pause, getting his frustration of possibly losing her under control. He knew she was right.

“Yes, twice this week” she replied.

“Fucked him yet?”

“Yes. We did it yesterday.”

“How was it?” Sagar couldn’t believe he was asking her that, part of him angry and part of him getting turned on thinking he had just fucked the woman who was going to be someone else’s wife soon, and that she had come over to be fucked by him after getting fucked by her future husband.

“Like that’s any of your business” she glared at Sagar.

“Couldn’t have been too good if you are here today.”

“It wasn’t bad”, she replied and then smiling wickedly, she added, “but I can’t help it that I have an itch only your cock seems to be able to scratch”

She rolled over trying to get off the bed and head to the bathroom, but Sagar was on to her and had mounted her from behind in a flash.

The rage and frustration, mixed with his arousal had Sagar in a manic state. Thrusting himself into Babita, he grabbed her hair and drilled her harder than ever before. For close to 20 minutes he destroyed her pussy. She came twice before he emptied himself into her.

But he wasn’t done yet and shoved straight into her ass and destroyed it too for close to 30 minutes before cumming again.

That day, he fucked her more than, and harder than ever before. By the time they broke for dinner that room service brought in, he had already fucked her pussy thrice and ass twice, in addition to cumming in her mouth once.

He took her two more times after dinner, brutally fucking her each time. By the time she left that night, she could barely stand on her feet, her pussy and ass both sore from the relentless fucking throughout the day.

He continued to fuck her every weekend even after her engagement. Her wedding was on a Sunday and she had snuck out to get fucked by him on both Friday and Saturday. Sagar had extended his trip this time and after spending her honeymoon with her husband, Babita had returned to Sagar’s hotel for him to eat and fuck her for breakfast on Monday.

It’s been a year now since her marriage and she keeps returning to Sagar to get the “itch” in her pussy scratched by Sagar’s cock at every opportunity.

THE END

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A Prank Gone Too Far



As we were packing our bags to head out to Chennai, we couldn’t stop ragging Sultan. The youngest among us, he was also extremely shy, self-conscious. Aged 20, he had a massive crush on a college friend, who had moved to Chennai and was working in the banquets section of a large hotel chain. He’d never expressed his feelings for her and was petrified of making the first move.

When the company I was working for at the time wanted to launch a new line of music CDs that would be cheap covers of popular hits, there was no budget for music videos, album covers or much promotion. As the product launch manager, it was up to me to solve the problem. Sultan was a friend of Arvind, my colleague at the company and used to hang out with us quite a lot. When Arvind and I were brainstorming about the problem, Sultan suggested his friend Mallika as a possible model we could consider for the album cover shoot.

Arvind and I couldn’t help laughing at the fact that he carried Mallika’s picture in his wallet. Of course, that got us started on ragging and teasing him and he fessed up to having a massive crush on her since college days. In any case, we had to scout locations for the shoot and decided to take a week’s trip to Chennai.

“Stay is free!” Sultan exclaimed walking into the office the next day.

“WOW! Yaar,” Arvind said excitedly, “how did you wing that?”

“Kuch nahin,” he replied dismissing the question with the wave of his hand, “When I told Mallika about the tight budgets and all, she offered three rooms. Said it’s off-season and more than half the hotel is empty. She’s also ready to audition for the photo shoot and maybe the music video also if all goes well.” He was grinning from ear to ear and we knew it was only partly because he had just managed to get us a terrific deal. The guy was beaming because he would get to see Mallika again.



Going by the picture Sultan carried in his pocket, I wasn’t too optimistic of her as a potential model. We usually see more beauty than there is in the person we have an interest in. As we walked into the hotel lobby and Mallika approached us with a beaming smile, any apprehension I might have had vanished.

Here was a gorgeous woman with a perfect hourglass body, further enhanced by the perfectly styled saree of the hotel uniform. She brushed stray strands of her long, flowing dark-brown hair from her face as she approached us. Her smile wasn’t just a courteous fake smile many from the hospitality industry put on, but one that reflected in her large, twinkling eyes. Her full, luscious lips were parted just enough to give a glimpse of a perfect set of teeth.

“Wanakkam,” she said folding her hands in a traditional Indian greeting, “welcome to Chennai. First visit?”

“My first,” I said in reply, “these two have been here often enough.”

“This one, I know,” she said, her smiling growing even larger as she gave Sultan a hug making him turn beet red. She led us to the registration desk where we handed over our IDs to the receptionist, while Mallika chatted away effortlessly, not just with Sultan, but with all three of us.

“Come on guys,” she said after we had registered ourselves and got our room keys, “I will show you to your rooms. You guys take some rest. I will come by after my shift ends at 6”.

Mine was the first room, followed by Sultan’s and then Arvind’s. After we had left our luggage in our rooms, Arvind and Mallika came over to my room.

“Where’s Sultan?” I asked Mallika, who had casually parked herself at the edge of my bed — her pallu falling aside and giving an unhindered view of her navel.

“Where else?” Arvind replied, pointing towards the toilet making all of us laugh.

“Still the awkward, shy guy he was in college,” Mallika added.

“You know he has a crush on you right?” Arvind said

“Come on,” Mallika replied waving him off, “he had a crush on every girl in class.”

“Not even close,” I chimed in, “he carries your picture in his wallet.”

“Seriously?” she said rolling her eyes. We told her about how he had suggested her as a model, getting excited at the prospect of seeing her again and then showing us her picture.

“The kid might actually be serious about you,” Arvind concluded.

Mallika crinkled her nose as she made a face at the idea, “never thought of him that way,” she said, “I mean, he’s a nice enough guy…but….” she got thoughtful for a moment as if imagining being with Sultan and then shook her head as if the idea didn’t quite sit well with her.

“No but listen,” Arvind said in a conspiratorial tone, “I had an idea. Thoda jalate hain. What say we try to get him jealous and see if he decides to make a move?”

“What do you mean?” Mallika asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes suggesting she was interested in the idea.

“He knows I have a girlfriend,” Arvind said explaining his idea, “in fact, I met him through Alice — my girlfriend. But he barely knows Vijay. We can pretend the two of you have more than hit it off and see if that makes him jealous enough to spill the beans.”

“I could work with that,” Mallika said, appraising me head to toe with a grin on her face.

“Flattered!” I said in reply. And so the plan was hatched. Mallika and I would stick together, get overly touchy and flirty and see how Sultan reacted.

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When we went to dinner that evening, Arvind took the seat next to Sultan acting all innocent, getting a glare from him as Mallika slipped into the seat next to me. Over dinner, she acted like she had taken a special interest in me, asking me about my background, family, interests and more. I acted just as interested and through most of the dinner, it was as if the two of us were in a different world, having excluded Sultan and Arvind from our conversation. She would blush and smile at my compliments, look down shyly and fiddle nervously with her hair as we spoke. If she was acting, she was one hell of an actress, I thought.

She saw us to our rooms. I got an extra-long hug as we said good night before she gave Arvind a hug that was more formal than friendly, followed by a hug for Sultan, that seemed hurried. “Bye,” she said waving flirtatiously, looking straight at me as she turned to head home.

The next morning, Arvind knocked on my door, just as I was getting ready to head down for breakfast. He collapsed on the bed laughing his guts out as he narrated what happened after Mallika left the previous night. Apparently, Sultan had knocked on his door and whined on and on. Arvind had advised him to act if he didn’t want to see her slip away but he had been so scared of doing anything that he became increasingly frustrated. Arvind had to literally push him back to his room after listening to him rant away for close to an hour.

We had decided to try the hotel roof for the first day’s shoot and spent the day doing saree and other traditional Indian wear shots. We put on an act of growing chemistry between Mallika and I. Sultan stormed away just before lunch time, visibly upset. The three of us had a nice laugh over it and continued the act once he returned — and through the evening — and through dinner.

Good night outside our rooms that day started with a quick hug for Sultan, a polite hug for Arvind and a long, obviously romantic hug for me, followed by a peck on the cheek before she did her customary “bye…” wave for me and left.

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“A bit more?” I said, suggesting she show some more of her breast as she stuck her fingers in her swimsuit, pulling it away from her body. Mallika readily complied. The second day’s shoot was planned to be swimwear and we had shot quite a few pictures by and in the hotel pool. We had taken both, dry and wet body shots and I was amazed at her long, shapely legs. Arvind had come over in the morning to report on more whining from Sultan the previous night. The kiss being top of his list of complaints. Again, Arvind had suggested he act, and he had stormed out, frustrated that even his friend couldn’t understand his predicament.

During lunch — which she joined us for in her black swim suit — Mallika said she felt awkward about swim suits because of a scar she had on her breast. With that, she pulled one side of the swimsuit aside, showing me the scar that must have been about an inch or so away from her nipple.

“We can mask it,” I said, feeling a stirring in my pants. “We can take shots where it doesn’t show and even if it does, there’s always Photoshop to edit it out”

“It was so many years ago, and it never quite healed completely,” she said still holding her swimsuit open in a way that I could see a majority of her breast, but not Arvind or Sultan. “You can actually feel how different it is,” she said grabbing my hand and running my fingers across the scar. “Feel it?” she asked.

“I feel a lot of things,” I replied, deliberately looking downwards between my legs and Mallika giggled at the comment. She covered her breast and gave me a mock slap.

“Behave,” she said, blushing, “we have company.”

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The post lunch shoot was in my room, in a two-piece bikini. As hard as I tried to be professional, I couldn’t help getting turned on by Mallika’s seductive body and behavior towards me. She let me adjust her bikini top myself when I needed it in a particular way for the shot and even let me spread her legs wide and take close ups of her camel toe.

“I bet you are aching to touch,” she teased as I was clicking away, my face between her legs and camera lens inches from her pussy.

“You have no idea,” I said honestly, “touch wouldn’t even begin to explain it.”

Towards evening, we decided to do a few shots in a lacy un-padded sheer bra and panties that that looked liked they would hide absolutely nothing.

“You guys mind leaving the room?” she asked Arvind and Sultan holding up the under garments.

“We’ll be right outside the door,” Sultan said, his voice hoarse, “call out in case you need to.” With that he stormed out. Arvind gave us a wink and a thumbs-up sign before following him.

After they left, she locked the room from the inside before stepping into the bathroom to change. When she stepped out, she had dbangd the hotel’s robe over the undergarments.

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“Show me yours and I will show you mine,” she said, hinting at undbanging the robe.

“We don’t have to pretend now Mallika,” I said as she looked at my crotch.

“Who’s pretending?” she said, stepping up to me. Running her fingers up and down my crotch, she repeated, “show me yours and I will show you mine.”

Till then I wasn’t sure if she was putting on an act for Sultan’s benefit or was genuinely interested. Now that her intentions were clear, I pulled her to me, opened her robe and kissed her hard.

Reaching down, she undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. Sliding her hand inside my underwear, she started stroking my erection.

“We can’t do it with those two outside,” she said when we broke the kiss. Blushing, she added, “I can get rather loud you know…” she kept stroking me as she added, “but I don’t mind helping you now if you promise to help me tonight.”

“Of course,” I said, kissing her again and squeezing her boobs over her black bra. After a few minutes, she pushed me back, breaking the kiss and got in her knees.

“WOW!” she exclaimed as she pulled my underwear down, “I didn’t know Indian boys could grow this tall,” she added giggling before planting a kiss at the tip of my shaft.

Taking as much of it in her mouth as she could, she started sucking it. With one hand she started stroking up and down the rest of the shaft while her other hand caressed my balls.

Within just a few minutes, I could feel myself build up to my climax. “Stop,” I said, pulling myself out of her mouth. “I want to taste you after this, please.” I pleaded.

“Just a taste, I promise,” she said, “but I want you to taste your cum first.” With that, she took me back in her mouth and started giving me the blowjob of my life. In just a couple minutes, I erupted, flooding her mouth with spurt after spurt of my cum, quite a bit of it spilling out of her mouth and all over her bottom part of her face and some on her bra and boobs.

“Yummy,” she said, licking her lips after swallowing as much as she could. She collected as much of my cum as she could off her boobs, bra and chin and licked her cum-covered finger. “I’d like that inside me tonight if you don’t mind” she added.

My turn, I said pulling up my underwear and pants before picking her up and throwing her on the bed. Getting on top of her, I spread her legs wide and started rubbing my crotch against her pussy while I kissed her hard and deep. Even though I was spent, I knew I was getting her aroused because she spread her legs wider and started moving against my crotch while our tongues battled each other hungrily.

I broke the kiss after a few minutes and kissed her down her neck and breasts. Pulling the bra aside, I licked the lip of one nipple. Mallika moaned out loud before clasping her hand over her mouth. Encouraged, I took the nipple in my mouth and started sucking her. Reaching between her legs, I slid my hand inside her panties and entered her with two fingers.

“No,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, “not now. I won’t be able to help screaming,” she added pulling my fingers out of her. After sucking each nipple for a few minutes, I kissed her down her belly, sliding my tongue into her navel before proceeding further down.

I got on my knees and pulled her legs as far apart as I could. The sheer black panties were soaking wet with her juices. I kissed, licked and sucked the inside of both thighs one after the other, inching closer and closer to her pussy.

Finally, pulling her panties aside, I kissed her dripping wet opening. Opening her wide, I slid my tongue inside her, lapping up her delicious wetness. I sucked on her pussy lips hungrily before taking her clit in my mouth.

“Enough,” she groaned in a whisper, “please.”

“Cum in my mouth,” I replied taking a break from her smoldering her pussy.

“Tonight, I promise,” she said in a tone that said her body didn’t want me to stop though her brain said we should.

“Just a few more minutes,” I said taking her in my mouth and eating her hungrily. Her hips involuntarily started moving into my mouth, but she pushed my head away after letting me eat her for a few minutes.

“God, you are delicious,” I said, “I want you so bad.”

“Tonight, I promise.” she said again before covering herself with her panties. Now take a few pictures or they will know we were up to no good.

For the next hour or so, we took a lot of pictures. She let me take a number of nudes saying those were “to remember me once you get back home.”

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I heard the door open — of course she had a master key — and she closed and locked it behind her. 11 pm, the digital clock on the bedside table said. She had left early that evening, not joining us for dinner, saying she had to take care of things at home. As she hugged me before leaving, she whispered, “11” in my ears.

We had returned to our rooms over an hour ago. Arvind and Sultan wanted to hang out, but I said, I was exhausted and wanted to go to bed. The two of them headed to Sultan’s room to play cards and I went to mine.

I had left the room lights on and was sitting on the couch by the windows at the far end of the room dressed only in my underwear. Mallika made no suggestion for me to turn off the lights. She put on a show of stripping down with each step she took towards me, shedding garment after garment and letting it litter the floor. By the time she reached the couch, she was down to the same bra and panties she had on earlier in the day. Her nipples were hard and jutting through the sheer fabric.

“All yours,” she whispered stopping inches from me, her pussy level with my face. Grabbing her butt, I pulled her to me and started kissing her over her panties.

“Didn’t have dinner?” she asked giggling as her fingers slid into my hair and pulled my face into her.

“I did,” I mumbled, “but I am ready for dessert now.” With that, I started pulling her panties down, kissing her down her belly, then over her shaved pussy mound before taking her in my mouth.

“My God you are beautiful,” I said before licking her all along her slit as I pulled her panties all the way down.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said giggling as she stepped out of her panties. Grabbing my hands, she made me stand up and led me to the bed. Pulling my underwear down, she said, “now, I want that monster inside me.”

“Not yet your highness,” I said kissing her lips, proud of myself because Mallika means Queen in English, “first, I need my dessert.” We kissed passionately, our tongues wrestling angrily with each other while I stripped off her bra. I was aching to eat her and went straight for the paradise between her legs once she was naked.

As badly as I wanted her, I took my time — I blew over her opening for a while, teasing her till she begged me to stop. For the next few minutes, I licked her up and down her slit. Then, opening her wide, I entered her with my tongue to be met by the familiar deliciousness of her juices. I tongue fucked her while devouring her wetness. Mallika started moaning alongthe way, clasping her hand on her mouth to muffle the sound.

I slid two fingers inside her as I switched my attention to her swollen clit.

I sucked, licked and gently bit on it while my fingers moved in and out of her her. She was gushing and my fingers were soaked with her dripping wetness.

“Oh God…oh God… oh God…” she kept moaning repeatedly as I ate her, her hips thrusting to the rhythm of my fingers as she inched closer and closer to her orgasm. She screamed a muffled scream, both her hands clasped over her mouth when she finally came, shaking violently.

I kept eating her, making her orgasm last a few minutes. She tried to make me stop when it finally passed, but I was far from done eating her.

I continued enjoying her heavenly juices and smoldering hot pussy, eating her harder and faster while continuing to drill her with my fingers. I ate her for close to an hour making her cum a second time, and then a third.

“Fuck me….please….” she groaned, panting heavily after her third orgasm passed when I showed no signs of relenting the oral assault on her pussy.

“No,” she said as I reached for the condom packet on the bedside table, “fuck that.” She had been stroking my shaft and guided it to her opening. “Fuck me hard,” she said rubbing it against her soaking wet pussy before guiding the head to her opening.

I entered her with one hard thrust. Still only about half of me was inside her. Going deeper and deeper with each thrust, it took 5-6 thrusts before I was all the way inside her.

“God, you are huge,” she gasped with pleasure as I started moving in and out of her.

Before long, I was slamming in and out of her hard and fast. “Ah, ah, ah…” Mallika kept groaning with each thrust.

Having already cum in her mouth earlier in the day, I was in no hurry to cum and kept pounding in and out of her.

Within a few minutes, I felt her pussy muscles start to contract and grip me harder and I knew she was nearing another orgasm. I wanted to cum with her even though I was close to the point of no return myself.

Pursing my lips and closing my eyes, I kept drilling her till I heard her muffled scream and felt the vibration of her entire body as she shook with an orgasm.

I exploded, slamming all the way into her as I emptied my load deep inside her. After I was spent, I collapsed on top of Mallika.

We kissed passionately, my limp member still buried inside her.

“WOW!” we gasped together before both of us burst out laughing. We lay there for over and hour, kissing and caressing the other’s sweaty body.

“I want more,” she said finally, reaching down and starting to stroke my shaft back to life.

We fucked three more times that night, using the breaks between each round to recharge ourselves.

After sucking me back to hardness, Mallika rode me till we both came together.

After the next break, I took her doggy style, before we fucked in the shower. Dawn was breaking by the time we stepped out of the shower. Mallika left a few minutes later, making me promise we would do this again every night while I was in Chennai.

Of course, I was only too happy to keep my promise.


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Reunion with Urvashi Didi

Ever since that fateful day when Sailesh tricked his cousin Urvashi Didi into having sex with him the first time, they had made innumerable sexy memories together. She was addicted to his cock and endurance and he to her body and sexual appetite. Amidst all that erotic bliss came two sad days for Sailesh.

The first was when he completed his graduation and moved out of Urvashi Didi’s house — sad because, from that day, the frequency of sex between them reduced to whenever her husband was out of town. The second sad day came when Urvashi Didi’s husband forced her to quit working. That meant she was now confined to home and could no longer sneak an hour or two away from work for a romp in the sack with Sailesh.

The two remained secret lovers for many years, and through all these years, their relationship went undetected by her husband. And yet, with the passing of time, he started to feel like something was off. He wasn’t sure what it was, but his Urvashi had changed and was changing. He got increasingly jealous and suspicious of whatever she did. He even suspected her of having an affair with someone (or with multiple men) from her workplace. It was this jealousy that made him force her to quit working. Their freedom lost, Sailesh and Urvashi didn’t get to meet — leave alone have sex — for close to a year. And then, luck started to change again for Sailesh.

They were planning a renovation of their house and a single income was putting a financial strain though they were quite well off. The first let-up came when, after much debate and argument, her husband agreed to let Urvashi start working again. With the second income adding to the savings for the renovation came the second lucky break — they needed a place to stay while their home was being remodeled. Sailesh’s parents were out of town attending a relative’s wedding. That meant available rooms to stay — providing Sailesh an opportunity for a reunion with the woman he ached for.

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He was almost asleep when something snapped him awake. Memories from his college years came flooding back when he would hear groans and moans of his Urvashi Didi from the next room while he lay in bed jerking off to thoughts of her husband fucking her.

She was moaning in the next room — only, this time, it was at Sailesh’s house and not hers. He had an instant boner. Getting out of bed, Sailesh tiptoed out of his room and over to the next room. The sounds of sex grew louder as he got closer. He heard his brother in law’s grunts with each thrust and Urvashi Didi’s moans clearly. Gulping hard and making a bold move, Sailesh tested the handle of their bedroom door — it wasn’t locked.

Sailesh opened the door a crack and peeped in. His beloved Urvashi Didi had her shirt unbuttoned, giving a clear view of her naked breasts and was riding her husband, who lay on the bed with his pants down to his knees and also his shirt unbuttoned.

As she rode him, she happened to glance towards the door and caught Sailesh watching. The look in her eyes said, ‘wish it was you I was riding’. Emboldened further by her expression, Sailesh dropped his shorts and underwear and released his erection from its confines. Urvashi Didi’s eyes moved from his eyes to his boner and she licked her lips hungrily. He knew she would have preferred to have his cock inside her hungry pussy instead of her husband’s.

Encouraged further, Sailesh started stroking his erection while watching his Didi fuck her husband. It didn’t last long. Within a couple minutes, her husband grunted, grabbed her ass as he thrust himself deep into his wife and erupted. She kept riding him till he was completely spent inside her and Sailesh watched, stroking his erection till she stopped, got off her husband, reached for her panties and put them on while giving him a full display of her cum-fulled pussy.

Closing the door behind him quietly, Sailesh sneaked back to his room. He had to relieve himself after that display. Getting rid of all his clothes, he got in his bed and continued stroking his hardness. A couple minutes later, his cell phone dinged.

“Don’t waste it. Save it for me,” was the message Urvashi Didi had sent him.

Groaning at the torture, Sailesh stopped stroking himself and tried to sleep. But sleep was hard to come by after what he had just witnessed. He tossed and turned and resisted the urge to jerk himself off.

Almost an hour later, his door opened and Urvashi Didi walked in, dressed in nothing but the pink shirt with all the buttons undone, her breasts, belly and pussy completely naked and on full display. She tiptoed to his bed and slid in next to him.

“Jiju?” Sailesh whispered.

“Sula diya,” she giggled, “added a sleeping pill to his milk, so he won’t be up for hours, however much noise we make.”

“Then why are we whispering?” Sailesh added.

“You are the one whispering,” she said laughing loudly, “come on, make me scream with pleasure the way you used to.” With that, she leaned and kissed him with an open mouth. His pent up passions surfaced and he sucked on her tongue hungrily.

“Oh God Didi, I missed you so much,” he said when they broke the kiss a few minutes later, gasping for breath.

“And I missed you,” she said “and him too” she added reaching between Sailesh’s legs and starting to stroke his rock hard cock, as they resumed kissing again. He reached into her shirt and grabbed both boobs, squeezing them hard. They played with each others’ mouths and bodies, building up the heat and hunger for each other for about ten minutes.

“Eat me,” she said when they finally stopped, ready to take it to the next level.

Sailesh had always loved eating Urvashi’s pussy and loved the taste of her cum. The idea of eating her cum-filled pussy was a new experience and Sailesh wondered how she would taste with her husband’s cum mixed with her juices.

Spreading her legs wide, he licked the inside of each thigh, from just above her knee till the edge of her pussy before turning his attention to her pussy. She was hot and filled with her husband’s cum, some of which was tricking out.

Sailesh licked the cum that was dripping out of her before sliding his tongue inside her. The combined effect of husband’s cum, mixed with her juices added a new flavor to the familiar taste Sailesh had come to love over the years.

Almost instantly, Urvashi Didi started moaning and thrusting her hips towards his mouth.

Once he had licked most of his Jiju’s cum out of her pussy, he shifted his attention to her swollen clit. Wrapping his lips around it, he sucked and flicked it with his tongue. Urvashi Didi gasped and grabbed his head, pulling him into her.

Her pussy was gushing with her juices and Sailesh ate her hungrily, having been deprived of her honey for over a year. With every passing moment, he ate her harder and harder, driving Urvashi over the edge in just over five minutes, when she came shaking and screaming with joy, tossing the pillows around as her pussy erupted in Sailesh’s mouth. He continued eating her right through her orgasm, grabbing her hips to keep his mouth wrapped around her mound.

“Oh Didi,” he said, licking his lips once her orgasm had passed, “I missed the taste of your cum.”

“I haven’t had an orgasm for the past year, my dear,” she said breathlessly, smiling contentedly.

Sailesh entered her, his hardness aching for her pussy. As tight as she was around his impressive erection, he shoved it all the way into her in one hard thrust. Urvashi gasped as he filled her. His shaft going places her husband’s cock couldn’t reach. Rolling her eyes, she savored the sensation of being speared and filled completely as Sailesh started moving in and out of her.

As he picked up his tempo, Urvashi wrapped her legs around his hip, pulling his shaft as deep into her as it could go. He bent over and kissed her hard and deep as she wrapped her hand around his head.

He didn’t last long. Within three minutes of drilling her, he exploded, spurt after spurt of his cum flooding her. Once he was spent, he collapsed on top of her, still kissing her lovingly.

They kissed for a couple minutes, before Urvashi pushed him off her and got on top. She was far from done for the night.

She took his limp cock in her hand and started stroking him and positioned her pussy for him to eat her. Once again, Sailesh first licked his own cum out of her dripping pussy before eating her pussy and devouring her flowing juices.

She stroked and sucked him till he was rock hard again.

“Ride me like you rode Jiju,” he said once he was ready for action again.

She mounted him and felt him fill her again, as she started riding him, Sailesh thrust his up to meet her downward rhythm.

“Your Jiju makes me do all the work,” she said, riding him faster, “he won’t even move his hips while I ride him.” Bending down, she kissed him while riding him faster and faster. He took turns kissing her mouth and sucking on her hard tits as he fucked her hard and deep.

This time, it took close to fifteen minutes of hard fucking before both of them exploded at the same time, screaming in pure sexual bliss.

Totally spent, they rested, kissing each other and caressing each others’ body.

“I want you again Didi,” Sailesh said after close to an hour. While she stroked him to full erection, he finger fucked her, while sucking on one tit after the other.

This time, he took her doggy style. Grabbing her hips for leverage, he pounded her hard and deep. Reaching up, he grabbed her boobs and pinched her nipples in rhythm with his strokes inside her.

She came within ten minutes of being stimulated both top and bottom. He fucked her right through her orgasm, making it last as she screamed and shook around his hardness. Having already cum twice, Sailesh was only getting started. Even after her orgasm passed, he continued pounding her. He then reached around her and stroked her clit while his shaft drilled her.

Ten more minutes later, she exploded again, her pussy muscles clasping his shaft, making him go over the edge and explode in her a third time.

After napping a couple hours, she led him to the shower and they fucked again for close to half an hour till they both came. They continued stimulating each other in the shower for a further half hour till they were both aroused again.

A year’s sexual drought meant neither of them wanted to stop now.

Back in bed, he fucked her two more times through the night, pounding her hard and deep for close to an hour each time, giving her orgasm after orgasm before creaming her.

It was close to dawn by the time exhaustion overtook their hunger for each other. Urvashi left for her bedroom, cum dripping out of her pussy and dribbling down her legs as Sailesh drifted off to sleep.

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“I woke up at 3 am last night and you weren’t there,” her husband said on day 6 of their stay at Sailesh’s place.

“I wasn’t feeling well,” she replied.

“And Sailesh treated you?” he snapped angrily.

“Yes!” she screamed back, “What do you want to hear? He fucks me better than you ever could ok? He fucks me all night long and keeps cumming even after he’s done it 3-4 times. Can you do that? He’s fucked me for years till you jailed me. That’s the truth, so what are you going to do?”

It was most unlike Urvashi to have an outburst like that. It was like a dam had just burst. For the most part a subservient Indian woman, she had always followed the path shown by her husband. She hadn’t even protested when he had forced her to quit her job. But there’s only so much human resilience can take. There’s a breaking point for everyone and Urvashi had just snapped.

Her husband was visibly shaken by her outburst and even Urvashi herself was stunned. Her hand instinctively went to her mouth, as if she could take back what she had just said. Her husband didn’t seem to know how to react. All these years, he had put on a masculine act at home, dominating his wife as a husband is expected to. However, in reality, he was far from an alpha male. A rather meek and spineless man outside his house, he was often pushed over at work.

Urvashi’s retaliation shook him and to his great surprise, he found himself getting an erection. Dressed only in his shorts, Urvashi noticed it too.

“You pervert!” she screamed, “I don’t believe the idea of Sailesh fucking his Didi turns you on!” With that she slammed the bedroom door behind her and stormed out to the kitchen. Alone now with her thoughts, she replayed what had just happened in her mind. She had finally come out of her husband’s shadows and she felt liberated. His reactions had come as a surprise to her. She had expected him to get angry but she hadn’t expected his wimpy arousal at the thought of his wife getting fucked by another man.

Sailesh hadn’t returned from work yet. Her husband had come home early to confront his wife about her visiting Sailesh’s bedroom last night. He had expected her to cry and apologize and be ashamed of what she had done. He had no idea this had been going on for years and he certainly wasn’t prepared for either her reaction to being confronted, or his sexual arousal at what she confessed in a surprising burst of anger.

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“Oh yes, yes, yes…harder Sailesh, harder,” Urvashi Didi moaned as Sailesh fucked her, his cock burying to the hilt inside her soaking wet pussy with each thrust.

She had made sure he would last by giving him a blowjob first. When he came in her mouth, she had swallowed as much of his cum as she could but a lot of his load spilled out of her mouth and down her chin and boobs.

Once he was spent, she had walked over to where her husband was sitting transfixed on a chair, stroking his hard-on. She had kissed him with some of Sailesh’s cum still in her mouth, making him lick the cum out of her mouth while she reached down and stroked him. She had then made him lick the spilled cum off her face and boobs before she sucked his cock to his climax. But when he came, she had taken his dick out of her mouth and let his seed spill all over the floor.

The servile Indian woman had transformed into a dominant wife towards her husband and submissive lover towards her cousin. This transformation had been surprising to her, as much as it was to Sailesh and her husband. Both men had been turned on even more than before by this new avatar of Urvashi. A plan had been hatched to let her husband watch Sailesh fuck her and tonight, that plan had been put into motion.

Once her husband was spent, she turned back to Sailesh. While she sucked and stroked him back to hardness, he ate her in 69 position. Even when he was hard again, he didn’t enter her immediately. Laying her on her back on the bed, he had enjoyed every inch of her naked body, kissing and licking her from head to toe and then back up. He had sucked hard on each boob till her nipples were raw before going down on her again.

Her husband watched Sailesh eat his wife to two back-to-back earth shattering orgasms. He had enjoyed her pussy thoroughly alternating between tongue fucking her and eating her clit while he finger fucked her. Each time she came, she had squirted violently in Sailesh’s mouth and he had hungrily lapped up her nectar. Watching the spectacle of his wife being enjoyed by her cousin had turned her husband on again by the time Sailesh finally entered her.

Sailesh’s impressive shaft — which was nearly twice the the size of her husband’s at full mast — was drilling her like a piston and she was urging him to go even faster.

After fucking her hard for close to fifteen minutes Sailesh had stiffened and grunted out loud. When he came, he thrust his shaft to the hilt inside Urvashi repeatedly as he emptied his seed in her.

Once he was spent, Urvashi had made her husband eat Sailesh’s the cum out of her pussy while she sucked her cousin’s limp cock. She had then made the two men eat both her holes. While her husband licked and shoved his tongue inside her ass hole, Sailesh ate her pussy. Fifteen minutes later, she came again squirting in Sailesh’s mouth.

Once her orgasm passed, her husband entered her ass hole while Sailesh entered her pussy at the same time. Sailesh kissed her mouth, sucking on her tongue while her husband reached around her and squeezed her boobs, playing with her hard nipples with his fingers.

Her body was on fire being enjoyed by both men. The two men fucked both her holes for nearly ten minutes before all three of them came at the same time — the men filling both her holes with their cum.

Even though her husband was totally spent, both Sailesh and Urvashi were beyond aroused and fucked repeatedly through the night in every imaginable position while her husband watched his wife being taken again and again.

By the time they fell asleep, Sailesh had creamed her four more times and she had cum as many times. Both men fucked together her again when they woke up a few hours later.

For the remaining days of their stay at Sailesh’s place, their threesomes became an everyday affair. Urvashi and her husband had found a new sexual spark in their married life. A spark they decided they would continue even when they had moved back into their renovated house.

Sailesh wasn’t complaining either. He had no idea this reunion with his Didi would take such an erotic new turn. As they loaded their luggage into the taxi to return to their home, he promised to be there at their place on Friday and spend the weekend in their bed every weekend.

He couldn’t wait for his weekly reunion with his dearest Urvashi Didi.



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Priyanka Pays Her Husband’s Debt

I was no virgin when I got married. I crossed that milestone just days after my 18th birthday — technically that is. My first sexual foray lasted all of 15 minutes in the backseat of a car on my 18th birthday….

• 5 minutes of rough kissing during which my boobs got squeezed and pussy rubbed over my clothes
  
• 3 minutes of frantic undressing till I was naked and he completely dressed
  
• 5 minutes of having both my nipples sucked raw while I pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked it
  
• And finally, 2 minutes of sucking of his cock till it exploded all over my face
  

YUCK! was my first reaction. This is sex? But I was determined not to judge it by just one experience and went one step further. It was the elder brother of Mr 15 minute wonder of my birthday. And this time, it lasted all of 30 minutes and I actually enjoyed the first 25. Just as rough and horny as his younger brother, the fact that he was more experienced probably made sure it wasn’t as much of a disappointment. Here’s how that went.

• 5 minutes of gentle, passionate kissing during which my body was pawed and caressed over my clothes. All the gentleness went out the window once my jeans were unzipped and unbuttoned.
  
• 5 minutes of rough and hard kissing during which his hands went from rubbing me over my panties to inside my panties till a couple of his fingers opened me and tried to find their way in. That’s when I stopped him and said, “It’s my first time and I want your other finger in there first.”
  
• That took his lust to a whole new level and he literally ripped my clothes off in a record 1 minute till I was down to my bra and panties.
  
• Where his younger brother had ravaged my nipples for 5 minutes, the older brother devoured them for 10, but during this time, he also caressed my breasts, licked them and made them feel loved while his fingers rubbed my opening gently over my panties. Once the panties came off and he set his eyes on my bushy virgin pussy, all bets were off. He spread my legs wide and ate me wild. As rough as he was, he was skilled too and I came within just 4 minutes.
  
• My first orgasm was the end of my pleasure and start of 5 minutes of pure agony as his lust unleashed the monster in him. He shoved his erection inside me in one hard stroke totally unmindful of the pain I went through as my hymen broke. He took my scream of pain to be that of pleasure and pounded me for all of 5 minutes before he deposited his cum inside me.
  

When he got off the bed 2 minutes later, dressed up and left, I lay naked on the bed, feeling totally used and violated.

I am Priyanka, by the way. Now 24, I hail from a conservative Gujarati family and am married and settled in New Zealand.

If I wasn’t a romantic, my pre-marital sexual experiences would probably have stopped there. But I had this notion of finding Mr Right — in every way, including sexual — and went about my search of him in right earnest. I discovered dicks of various shapes and sizes — from puny 3″ at full mast to respectable 6″. I had been through five partners in three years and none that was even close to being Mr Perfect. Most of them went from day to day waiting for their next chance of fucking me. The underlying feeling with each of them was that I ended up feeling inferior — there for their pleasure, to spread my legs at their will — to be eaten (though rarely), fingered or pounded for a few minutes till they came.

That’s when I met a guy I who thought may be the one. A Punjabi, he wasn’t exactly prince charming, but his 7-inches came the closest to sexual pleasure. At least some of the times, he tried to see me to a happy ending after he was done. He was considerate and I didn’t feel used when I was with him — at least not most of the times. Till the day he took my ass. He showed his true colors that day and left me crying in pain.

All my dreams shattered, I broke up with him and went back to the one who had been least offensive. Over the next year, he fucked me just 18 times (an average of 1.5 times a month) and I took that as an indicator of him not being horny and gave him extra points for it.

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After marriage, we moved to New Zealand and I was looking forward to my romantic and sexual dreams coming true — away from prying eyes and ears of the typical Indian household back home.

While he was super sweet and nice, he just didn’t have the sexual drive I had hoped he would have. While the first month wasn’t bad, it soon settled into a weekly-once rhythm of Saturday night sex, like it was a ritual or something.

Soon, friction between grew and we fought more frequently than we made love. When I cried on one of the calls with mom she got worried and asked me what was wrong. Without getting into the details, I told her about our frequent fights. “Try for a baby,” was her solution. “Once you have a baby, everything will be alright.” Seriously?!? I was appalled. Here I wasn’t sure my marriage would last the year and my family was suggesting I make it that much harder to walk away from? What was wrong with them?

As our fights increased in frequency, he seemed to spend lesser and lesser time at home. I would have suspected him of having an affair if he hadn’t seemed to stressed out all the time. Knowing his libido and appetite, it was highly unlikely anyone would want him for his ability to perform in bed. Nor was he a rich guy with deep pockets for a gold-digger to fancy him. It was either the marriage or — as he claimed — the stress of work that was eating at him. At least, that’s what I thought till a thug showed up at home one day.

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My husband had left for office and after cleaning up the breakfast table and washing the dishes, I got in the shower. As dry as our marriage had become, masturbating in the shower had become my routine. I had been pleasuring myself for close to ten minutes and starting to feel my body respond when I heard the doorbell. “FUCK! what timing.” I thought angrily.

As the person at the door kept ringing the doorbell and knocking, I toweled myself dry in a hurry, threw on a sleeveless spaghetti-strap dress that was lying on the bed and hurried to answer the door.

The man at the door was so tall that, even though he was standing three steps down, I had to look up. He was wearing a tight grey tee-shirt that looked to be two sizes too short for him. His arms were as thick as my thighs at their highest point and his chiseled torso stretched his shirt almost to ripping point.

When I told him that my husband wasn’t at home, he said he was a collection agent. Worried and wanting to be as polite as possible, I invited him in and offered him some water. Over the next few minutes, the earth seemed to shift from under my feet.

I learned that the ‘late hours’ my husband had been spending at work were actually being spent at an illegal casino, run by some of the most ruthless criminals who was in the news at least once a month for one horrible reason or the other. Over the past few months, my husband had run up a gambling debt that I realized was the real cause of his growing anxiety and stress. Having missed his payments the last three times, this thug had been sent with instructions to “get a few fingers if he couldn’t get the cash out of my husband.”

I started sobbing uncontrollably — what had he got us into???

“Ma’am please,” he said in the most gentle of tones, “don’t cry. I am not here to hurt you.” As menacing a creature as he was, he had been most polite and gentle talking to me. And yet, sheer terror shook me to my bones as I had a meltdown. Trained to strong-arm defaulting men, he was all at sea dealing with the man’s crying wife and looked increasingly uncomfortable. When his spoken reassurances hadn’t worked, he moved to the edge of the couch and raised his arms in surrender trying to pacify me. When that didn’t work, he got off the couch and headed towards the door to make a hasty retreat.

He just couldn’t leave a woman crying and stopped by the door. After hesitating there for a few moments, he retraced his steps and sat next to me on the couch. Putting his giant arms around my shoulders, he “hush….hush…hush….” in the most soothing and gentle ways, trying to get me to calm down. My mind just wasn’t there and I just let him hold me and cried my heart out on his wall of a chest.

I am not sure what caused it — was it my high state of arousal in the shower crashing into pure terror so quickly? Was it the fact that I had forgotten to put on my bra and panties in the hurry to answer to door and just realized how naked I was under the flimsy dress? Was it his masculinity engulfing me in the embrace? Was it the amazement at the gentleness coming from someone so obviously rough? Was it the sexual drought of close to three weeks… or a combination of factors, I don’t know, but I felt myself go wet and my nipples harden and strain the thin fabric of the dress.

I don’t know if it was the next few seconds, minutes or what — it’s a blank blur in my mind — but the next thing I remember is that I was kissing the beast hungrily, my tongue deep in his mouth, embracing his tongue. My hand had guided his between my legs and he was caressing my moist opening gently. His free hand slid the spaghetti strap of my dress off my shoulder. He proceeded to kiss and lick me all along my neck and bare shoulder, while he slid the strap off my other shoulder as well.

Before long, his lips and tongue were pleasuring the top of my breasts and inching down the valley between them. He guided my dress lower and lower till he freed my breasts from its confines.

Meanwhile, my hand had unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his knees and was caressing his manhood over his underwear.

I moaned in pleasure as he took one hard nipple in his mouth and pulled his underwear down. As his fingers pinched my free nipple, I reached for his cock.

It couldn’t be! He seemed to be so wide that, as I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers could touch my thumb. As I started stroking him, he seemed to go on and on. As he sucked one nipple followed by the other, caressing the free breast and nipple, he was sending electric shock waves through my body. As much as I was enjoying him enjoying me, I was aching to see his member. It seemed to be impossibly large.

After what seemed like an eternity, he decided to move on past my breasts and let me go. This was my chance.

Getting on my knees, I gasped at the size of his enormous cock, which was barely stirring and not even fully erect.

I kissed him from the base of his pole to the tip before taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I licked all around his head with my tongue while my hand started stroking him. As I stroked and sucked him, he started going harder and swelled up to nearly twice the already enormous size he had been when I first lay eyes on his member. A part of my brain screamed — he won’t fit in you, while the other ached to feel him spear me.

Once his pillar of manhood was fully erect, he made me stop and stand up. Letting me dress fall to the floor, he effortlessly picked up my stark naked body and carried me back to the couch.

Lifting my legs high over his shoulders, he buried his face between them, taking my dripping wet pussy in his mouth.

He ate me like I’d never been eaten before. Every nerve ending in my body was firing and it wasn’t long before my first orgasm hit me like a tsunami. I know I squirted and expected him to let go, but he ate me with even more gusto, devouring my nectar as if he had been hungry for days.

Just as my first orgasm seemed to be passing, I was hit by a second and then a third. I felt like I would die of pure pleasure. He seemed insatiable as he continued devouring my pussy like it was the most enjoyable experience for him. I don’t know for how long he ate me, but it seemed like moments and hours at the same time.

“Ma’am, you’re simply delicious,” he said when he finally let go of my pussy.

“Fuck me,” I gasped between pants. As exhausted as I was, I wanted him inside me.

In reply, he moved up and kissed me while rubbing his shaft against my dripping wet pussy to lubricate it. After a few moments, he pressed the head of his member against my opening and started pushing his way in. He was impossibly large and I knew there was no way all of him could fit inside me. He pulled back before pushing a little more into me. I watched mesmerized as he buried a little more of his hardness inside me with every push. It took well over two minutes before I felt him inside me, touching places I didn’t even know existed in me. And yet, he was only three-fourths of the way in.

I was stretched to my limit and he seemed determined to get all of him in me as he kept inching his way deeper and deeper. Once he was all the way in me, he stopped. Buried to the hilt inside me, he leaned in and kissed me passionately. I couldn’t help but respond to this perfect specimen of masculinity that could break me like a twig, but was being as gentle as if I was the most delicate feather.

As he started moving in and out of me slowly, he took turns sucking each of my nipples.

I was gasping, moaning and groaning in pleasure with every movement of his.

His shaft was pleasuring me in ways I didn’t even know I could be pleasured in.

He started increasing his tempo gradually as he moved in and out of me. I came all around his shaft within a few minutes.

Encouraged by my orgasm, he started moving even faster, almost pulling all the way out, before thrusting all the way in.

He seemed to have inhuman endurance and stamina as he kept fucking me relentlessly. He fucked me for an impossible 30 minutes, making me orgasm two more times. I felt it coming when his cock started pulsating inside me.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh……” he bellowed, arched his back and exploded. I felt his warm cum flood deep within me. Spurt after spurt kept exploding out of him like an angry volcano, filling me to the brim. He kept pounding me for close to a minute after he was fully spent, before collapsing on top of me.

“WOW! You’re incredible,” I said, kissing him in gratitude for having ended my sexual drought in such a spectacular way.

“Ma’am,” he said between pants, still breathing hard, “You are both the most beautiful and the tightest woman I have ever fucked.”

We just lay there kissing and caressing each other for a while. I felt his cock start to stir again in my hand as I caressed it lovingly. Surprised, I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Already?” I asked, amazed at how quickly he was starting to go hard again.

“Ma’am,” he said kissing me, “you know I can’t do anything about the gambling debt right? I am just a collection agent. This doesn’t get your husband off the hook.”

“Oh fuck the debt,” I said, “This is the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. I want you to fuck me all day if you want to, no strings attached.”

He took me four more times through the day. By the time he left, my body was sore all over and I could barely walk. But I was the happiest, most content woman in the world.

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I took a long shower before getting ready by the time my husband arrived home from work. We had a show down and he confessed about his gambling addiction. As he broke down with his face in his hands, I felt just pity for him — no anger, no animosity, no hatred. Just pity for the miserable excuse for a man that I had married.

“He said he will be back tomorrow, and would keep coming back till he finally got you,” I said handing my husband the card he had left with me. “He also said that, if you want all your body parts intact, you would do the smart thing — go there and pay off your debts.”

“They will kill me,” he whimpered, shaking his head.

“No they won’t.” I said, “they want their money back. Killing you won’t help. They may beat you up as a warning, but they won’t kill you.” My voice was stone cold as I said this, and he looked at me, a mixture of fear and pleading in his pathetic eyes.

“I can’t… I can’t…” he kept mumbling, his head back in his hands as he sobbed.

“Ok,” I said, “I will take care of it.”

“How?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “maybe dad will help, maybe I will sell some of my jewelry.” I held up my hand as he tried to speak and protest, “let me complete. But once this is taken care of, we are done. You are going to sign an unconditional divorce… deal?”

After trying to talk me out of the ultimatum for while, he realized that my mind was made up and gave in, agreeing to my terms.

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The collection agent had returned at 10 am, two days later as promised, about half an hour after my husband left for office.

After I let him in, I had led him straight to the shower. Burning with hunger and passion, we had undressed each other hurriedly, while kissing and caressing each others’ bodies. Once naked, we had stepped into the shower together.

Lifting me up as easily as if I was a plastic toy, he turned me around upside down. With my legs over his shoulders, he buried his tongue in me.

Reaching for his partially erect member, I started sucking and stroking him. His mouth and the warm water from the shower attacking my tender pussy simultaneously had me cumming within minutes.

Like the previous day, he ate me right through my orgasm and continued eating me, devouring my honey as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in life. I came one more time before he was fully erect and ready to take me.

Also like the previous day, he took his time penetrating me fully. And like the previous day, he fucked me for close to thirty minutes, through two more earth-shattering orgasms before unloading his seed inside me.

Unlike the previous day though, he didn’t need a break today, he carried me naked out of the shower and tossed me on the bed and mounted me doggy-style. Nearly half an hour later, I had taken his second load inside me.

We took a break then, wrapped around each other in a naked tangle.

“Let me fix us something to eat,” I said finally, reaching for my bra and panties that had been scattered on the bed before we headed to the shower.

“No,” he said, grabbing my hand and whisking my underwear out of it, “cook if you want to, but you aren’t wearing any clothes yet.”

I protested and tried to take them back from him, but he would have nothing of it.

“Fine, have it your way,” I said finally. Getting off the bed, I headed to the kitchen stark naked. I could feel his cum leak out of my pussy and trickle down my thighs and smiled at how my husband’s stupid gambling addiction had turned my sex life around in the most spectacular way imaginable.

“Let’s see what cums first — food or me,” he said grabbing me from behind.

He took me doggy style on the kitchen counter. By the time he came in me, the food I had been trying to cook was burned to a crisp.

Laughing, he grabbed his cell phone that he had set down on the dining table when he walked into the kitchen and ordered some food to be delivered. We have an hour, he said with a twinkle and fucked me again on the living room floor while waiting for the food to arrive. He had just cum when the door bell rang. He pulled out, his cock still dripping cum and rushed to the bathroom. Wrapping a towel around him, he answered the rood and received the food.

If he wasn’t so massive or if the delivery boy was tall enough to look over his shoulder, he would have been able to see straight at my cum-stuffed pussy, as I lay naked just a few feet away, my legs spread wide.

“So tell me about these guys,” I said. It was 3:30 pm now and we had just finished eating — naked.

He told me they were three brothers. The third generation of the local gang and utterly ruthless. He had started as a bouncer at their casino a few years ago and had worked his way up to the position of a collection agent.

“Yours was my first assignment, believe it or not,” he concluded.

“So, you think they would harm me if I gave them the money?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” he said wiping his lips as he gulped down the last of his food, “violence is usually used only to give a message and maintain their dominance. But where did you get the money? I checked — as I am expected to — neither of your banks had that kind of money till yesterday.

“I sold some of my jewelry,” I said.

“I am sorry,”

“I am not,” I replied smiling and patting his hand, “If he hadn’t messed up, I would have missed out on the best sex of my life,”

“You’re turning me on now,” he said getting off the chair and reaching for her. We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed and he left an hour before my husband was due to return from work.

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The following day, my husband left for work at 9 am as usual and I headed out to the casino soon thereafter. I had put the cash I had got by selling my jewelry into a few shopping bags.

At the entrance, I told the bouncer — another giant of a man — that I was here to pay my husband’s debt and he led me up a winding staircase and then through a couple rooms to a back room — their den, I assumed.

Bracing myself and taking a deep breath and glanced at my wrist watch — 9:30 am it said, as I opened the door and entered.

The three brothers and their father were sitting on couches around a coffee table, in a serious conversation when I entered.

I tossed the shopping bags in their direction, “here’s your cash,” I said, “leave my husband alone.”

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“You can take those bags too,” the father said zipping his pants and winking at me, “consider the debt paid in full.”

“And you can use the facilities for free anytime you want,” the oldest son added, still wiping his limp cock, “in exchange for a night with us afterwards.”

After tossing the cash towards them and asking them to leave my husband alone, I had proceeded to strip naked while they gaped with naked lust in their eyes, “or you can take me instead to your heart’s content, as long as I am home by 7 pm, before my husband returns from work.”

For the next 9 hours, father and sons had enjoyed me individually and together. At one time, I had a cock in my pussy, one in my ass, one in my mouth and one in my hand. I had lost count of the number of loads I had taken. By the time each one of them was done cumming, the first was ready to go again. While they took breaks, I got none. They fucked me mercilessly and I enjoyed every moment of it, screaming with joy as orgasm after orgasm rocked my body.

They had kept my underwear as a memoir of the most erotic debt repayment they had ever got. As I headed for the door, the father added, “Your husband is welcome here anytime he wants to.” They had called their driver some time back and asked him to be ready at 6:45 to drive me back home.

“I will have to reconsider the divorce,” I thought as I settled in the car and the driver pulled out of the parking lot, “maybe this is not such a bad deal after all.”




THE END

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