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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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Very erotic story..  Amazing imagination...  Hats off..