31-12-2020, 04:20 PM
Bhola's heart jumped when he realized his mistress was now naked. His rough hands traveled all over her smooth naked back and grabbed that plump naked ass. He squeezed it once, then repeatedly as if frantic to feel if this was a dream for him. The smell of her recently shampooed wet hair drive him crazy and he gurgled at this erotic sensation. Shobha felt his rough hands part the cheeks of her buttocks. She felt her breasts squeezed against his naked chest.
Her hands traveled instinctively to his briefs and pulled it down. He obliged readily parting his legs for the garment to fall off. His raging hard-on was now pressed hard against her lower stomach. Now she greedily grabbed his buns. His ass felt right and muscular exactly the way she had imagined it when she saw him naked some time back. Her fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his buttocks. She unconsciously mimicked the way he was squeezing her ass. He tightened his ass muscles as a reflex action and she felt the firm curve of his buttocks.
She pushed him away and stepped back. He took a step towards her, but she stepped back again. He paused, confusion and arousal both writ on his face.
Shobha stepped back stark naked.
The living room was lit in yellow light that made her skin glow like a golden goddess. She had an hour glass figure with shapely medium sized but swollen breasts, still swollen from the two years since her motherhood but having retained their firmness without a sag. The areola was light brown, perfectly circular and coin sized with the nipple dark brown and erect. She had that gentle roll of fat around her waist that young mothers in India have and which makes the sari such a wicked dress, especially when it flatters a flat stomach and a fleshy ass. Shobha kept her pubic hair trimmed - not shaven - and the jet black pubis contrasted with her fair skin.
Shobha now stared at Bhola. With an evening shadow on his chin, this broad shouldered, naked dude with a smooth, clean shaven chest and flat stomach could have easily been a male model. A model for male underwear, she thought, and smiled faintly She looked at his cock, thick and swollen nestled in curly black pubic hair. He was medium sized but thick and the swollen bulb looked like it was begging for woman’s attention.
Shobha reclined on the cushioned 3-seated sofa, the long thick tresses covering her bare back and silently gestured Bhola to come closer. He obediently stepped closer, his erect penis wobbling with every step he took. He came closer and his cock was now almost eye level to Shobha as she lay on the sofa. She rolled over on her stomach to make space for him on the sofa, but he continued standing next to her now staring at her now exposed ass.
She reached out and gently touched the shaft of his cock. His cock twitched and throbbed at the first ever womanly touch Bhola felt on his cock. Shobha’s slim fingers curled around the shaft. It felt hot, slightly moist to touch and had that strong masculine smell. It felt different from Chetan, she mused. Bhola's was dark brown, while Chetan's was much fairer. Bhola's had a nice bulbous head, while Chetan's was more like a light sausage. This was nicer, she decided, and smiled to herself.
She was lying naked, on her stomach on the sofa, her bare ass exposed to Bhola. She had meant to invite him to sit next to her on the sofa but he was still a servant, and stood close to her as if offering his cock for display and inspection.
Shobha hesitated, unsure what to do next. Contrary to her assertive external appearance, Shobha had been monogomous in her marital life, and had just one sexual encounter before marriage. Both her lovers were mediocre and pretty straight laced in their tastes. Chetan never liked oral sex. She kissed him a few times down "there", and had tried a few times to give him a blow job. He always pushed her away and preferred instead to mount her missionary style. He kissed her down there a few times, usually disinterestedly and when she nudged him to do more, he would reply that he found it distasteful and seemed to think penetration, humping and his own release were all there was to sex between the two of them. And then childbirth had happened, and with it a long period of abstinence .... until his sexual ardour seemed to have recently rebounded back with the lockdown. Rebounded but with no improvement in his sexual technique, thought Shobha.
Shobha, of course, watched plenty of porn like many women, and was curious about blowjobs but had never handled a real cock in real life.
She felt the desire growing between her legs, but there was still that pang of guilt that held her back. Bhola, on the other hand, was going crazy with lust but didn't have the expertise or confidence to make a move on his own.
Shobha traced the length of his cock with her index finger. It twitched in response. His manly odour aroused her. He used her full palm and grasped it as one would hold a shaft. Instinctively, she began fisting it up and down. She noted his cock was longer than the width of her palm. The shaft was fully engorged, with veins standing out and the thick bulb seemed almost ready to burst. She then changed tack and cupped his balls. Bhola gurgled with joy, and reached out himself to squeeze his mistress's naked ass. Shobha felt her own desire mounting. Her long index finger and fingernail scratched his scrotum, and cupped his balls. She scooped them, as if weighing them and gently massaged and lightly squeezed the two testicles together while scratching his sensitive skin at the base of the scrotum with one long fingernail.
She looked at Bhola's face. His eyes were half-closed in delirium, and his own hands were squeezing the fleshy globes of her buttocks. Bhola pushed his finger deeper, parting her butt cheeks and pushing harder. She moaned softly and squirmed with a strange new sensation as his fingertip nudged against her tight anus. He was now moaning loudly, and began trembling as if gasping for breath.
And then, to her surprise and disappointment, Bhola ejaculated.
Her hands traveled instinctively to his briefs and pulled it down. He obliged readily parting his legs for the garment to fall off. His raging hard-on was now pressed hard against her lower stomach. Now she greedily grabbed his buns. His ass felt right and muscular exactly the way she had imagined it when she saw him naked some time back. Her fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his buttocks. She unconsciously mimicked the way he was squeezing her ass. He tightened his ass muscles as a reflex action and she felt the firm curve of his buttocks.
She pushed him away and stepped back. He took a step towards her, but she stepped back again. He paused, confusion and arousal both writ on his face.
Shobha stepped back stark naked.
The living room was lit in yellow light that made her skin glow like a golden goddess. She had an hour glass figure with shapely medium sized but swollen breasts, still swollen from the two years since her motherhood but having retained their firmness without a sag. The areola was light brown, perfectly circular and coin sized with the nipple dark brown and erect. She had that gentle roll of fat around her waist that young mothers in India have and which makes the sari such a wicked dress, especially when it flatters a flat stomach and a fleshy ass. Shobha kept her pubic hair trimmed - not shaven - and the jet black pubis contrasted with her fair skin.
Shobha now stared at Bhola. With an evening shadow on his chin, this broad shouldered, naked dude with a smooth, clean shaven chest and flat stomach could have easily been a male model. A model for male underwear, she thought, and smiled faintly She looked at his cock, thick and swollen nestled in curly black pubic hair. He was medium sized but thick and the swollen bulb looked like it was begging for woman’s attention.
Shobha reclined on the cushioned 3-seated sofa, the long thick tresses covering her bare back and silently gestured Bhola to come closer. He obediently stepped closer, his erect penis wobbling with every step he took. He came closer and his cock was now almost eye level to Shobha as she lay on the sofa. She rolled over on her stomach to make space for him on the sofa, but he continued standing next to her now staring at her now exposed ass.
She reached out and gently touched the shaft of his cock. His cock twitched and throbbed at the first ever womanly touch Bhola felt on his cock. Shobha’s slim fingers curled around the shaft. It felt hot, slightly moist to touch and had that strong masculine smell. It felt different from Chetan, she mused. Bhola's was dark brown, while Chetan's was much fairer. Bhola's had a nice bulbous head, while Chetan's was more like a light sausage. This was nicer, she decided, and smiled to herself.
She was lying naked, on her stomach on the sofa, her bare ass exposed to Bhola. She had meant to invite him to sit next to her on the sofa but he was still a servant, and stood close to her as if offering his cock for display and inspection.
Shobha hesitated, unsure what to do next. Contrary to her assertive external appearance, Shobha had been monogomous in her marital life, and had just one sexual encounter before marriage. Both her lovers were mediocre and pretty straight laced in their tastes. Chetan never liked oral sex. She kissed him a few times down "there", and had tried a few times to give him a blow job. He always pushed her away and preferred instead to mount her missionary style. He kissed her down there a few times, usually disinterestedly and when she nudged him to do more, he would reply that he found it distasteful and seemed to think penetration, humping and his own release were all there was to sex between the two of them. And then childbirth had happened, and with it a long period of abstinence .... until his sexual ardour seemed to have recently rebounded back with the lockdown. Rebounded but with no improvement in his sexual technique, thought Shobha.
Shobha, of course, watched plenty of porn like many women, and was curious about blowjobs but had never handled a real cock in real life.
She felt the desire growing between her legs, but there was still that pang of guilt that held her back. Bhola, on the other hand, was going crazy with lust but didn't have the expertise or confidence to make a move on his own.
Shobha traced the length of his cock with her index finger. It twitched in response. His manly odour aroused her. He used her full palm and grasped it as one would hold a shaft. Instinctively, she began fisting it up and down. She noted his cock was longer than the width of her palm. The shaft was fully engorged, with veins standing out and the thick bulb seemed almost ready to burst. She then changed tack and cupped his balls. Bhola gurgled with joy, and reached out himself to squeeze his mistress's naked ass. Shobha felt her own desire mounting. Her long index finger and fingernail scratched his scrotum, and cupped his balls. She scooped them, as if weighing them and gently massaged and lightly squeezed the two testicles together while scratching his sensitive skin at the base of the scrotum with one long fingernail.
She looked at Bhola's face. His eyes were half-closed in delirium, and his own hands were squeezing the fleshy globes of her buttocks. Bhola pushed his finger deeper, parting her butt cheeks and pushing harder. She moaned softly and squirmed with a strange new sensation as his fingertip nudged against her tight anus. He was now moaning loudly, and began trembling as if gasping for breath.
And then, to her surprise and disappointment, Bhola ejaculated.
Ravi Shikha
** I am fascinated by erotica as a genre in fiction. It is my ambition to publish my works of erotica as e-books on Amazon.in and Kindle. You will find me there too under this pen name. For the price of a coffee on Amazon, or for free on Kindle Unlimited, you can read my ebooks.
** I am fascinated by erotica as a genre in fiction. It is my ambition to publish my works of erotica as e-books on Amazon.in and Kindle. You will find me there too under this pen name. For the price of a coffee on Amazon, or for free on Kindle Unlimited, you can read my ebooks.