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She had thought about it for the entire day, and then had decided that it was much better to fuck that moron – Borah, discreetly, rather than being tainted forever. But the most difficult part was to think how to approach him, especially after what had happened between the two, in that first evening.

On that first night in this building, she had mistaken Borah with Amar and had gone with him to the park. She had even sucked him unknowingly and it was after that that she had discovered who it was, and had then suddenly felt disgusted and ran away. 

Since that day, she had tried to avoid both Borah and his partner Amar. And even though she had felt attracted to Amar, but that first evening goof up made her avoid him as well. 

And now, she was supposed to go and have sex with Borah. And she thought it over and over throughout the day. What shall she say, how shall she approach him, she continued thinking about it over and over, and finally when it was time, she almost froze with anxiety. 

Then later, she took a deep breath, it was almost 8 pm and Borah must be back by then. Amar would be in the gym until 10, so it gave her a nice window of more than an hour to get her job done. And as the time approached, she started feeling confident. All those anxiousness and nervousness from too much thinking was slowly getting over. 

She got dressed in a nice, slutty, red outfit. It was a single piece dress which complimented her figure nicely. The top simply covered her breasts and went around her neck where the two sides were tied together. And at the bottom it hung up to her thighs, nicely clinging on to her body. 

Regina, her sister, hadn͛t yet returned from the college, and her mother, Sneha had gone out for some urgent work. So there was no one to question either, and so she slipped out of the house, shortly after eight, and then climbed two floors below to the second floor apartment.  

She took a deep breath and then rang the bell, hoping that Borah was at home, and Amar was still in the gym. 

Amar was indeed still in the gym, as planned, and Borah was all alone. He had returned early that day, and was eagerly waiting for the moment. And when the bell finally rang, he felt his cock throb in excitement. 

Rakul preet singh waited anxiously outside the door. She was wearing this sexy, red outfit. It was backless, with the top covering her breasts was simply tied behind her neck. It also exposed her deep cleavage. And then it hung down from her chest until her thighs, clinging at her body tightly. 

She took advantage of her mother͛s and sister͛s absence to get dressed in such a slutty way. And then had climbed down two floors and waited for Borah to answer the door. She didn͛t know how, but she was confident that she could seduce him with ease. 

However she didn͛t know that the evening was setup by Borah and Amar only. And Borah was thoroughly prepared for her. And so when someone rang the bell, he wasn͛t surprised to find her, though he pretended to be. He opened the door and looked surprised to see her, ͞Rakul preet singh! What a pleasant surprise͟ he said.

͞Yea… sorry to drop like this suddenly… mmm… but I needed to speak to you about something͟ she said, as she tried avoiding any trace of hesitation or nervousness. 

Borah: ͞O yea… why not… come in 

And Rakul preet singh went in swiftly, not wanting to be caught like that at Borah͛s door. And as she walked in, Borah looked at her from behind. She looked so sexy and inviting, and he felt his cock poking hard at his pants. 

And as Rakul preet singh went in and sat on the sofa, Borah closed the door and came and joined her in the living room. 

Borah: ͞Well I don͛t know what you need to talk about… but before that, is there anything I can offer you? Water or something?͟ 

Rakul preet singh: ͞No, I am fine… I just need to speak to you, so why dont you just relax and sit down͟

And so, Borah too, sat down beside her on the same couch, anxious and eager for her to get on with the real business. 

Rakul preet singh: ͞Look, I know I had been avoiding you since that evening we met at the park, and I have slowly come to realize how hard it must have been for you…͟ she paused for a moment, ͞Is there anything I could do to make up for that evening, so that we can be friends again?͟ 

Borah (pretending to look surprised): ͞Well… certainly… there are things you could do Rakul preet singh… but are you really willing to do those things?͟ 

Rakul preet singh then slowly came near him and sat, she put her hand on his thigh, caressing it gently, ͞How can you tell I won͛t do something, of you haven͛t asked me?͟ By that time she had started feeling more confident about it. Her hand was on his thighs and she rubbed it gently over his shorts.

Borah put his hands in her long hairs, brushing them gently with his fingers, ͞You are young, and so beautiful… will you give yourself away for someone like me͟ he asked, still pretending to be surprised. ͞

If I have started feeling attracted towards you, does it really matter how I or you look?͟ she said, trying to sound convincing. 

Borah by then had started getting bolder. 

He had put his hand on her breasts, over the dress, feeling the nice firm feel of her breasts. ͞Does your mother know you are here now?͟ he asked, wishing that Sneha could know what he was about to do with her daughter. 

That would have been a fitting revenge for what she did to him.͞Well my mother is not at the home at the moment, and I was alone, and I was so horny that I couldn͛t control myself from coming to meet you. And so here I am͟ she said, expressing her true intention.And Borah gently slid the cloth which covered her breasts. 

She was not wearing any bra inside so he could catch a glimpse of her milk white breasts. But he covered them back and then put his hand at her neck, pulling her closer; he slowly started kissing on her lips. 



Pchhhh… pchhhhh… pchhhh – they kissed each other͛s lips gently. And then once again he rubbed his hands around her breasts. He put his hands inside her dress, and often moved them aside to catch a glimpse of her naked breast. He then quickly discovered the knot, and then untied it to get the cloth off her breasts. ͞

Do you have a boyfriend?͟ he asked as he removed the cloth from over her breasts. Rakul preet singh pretended to feel shy when she replied, ͞I do, but I am so attracted with you right now, that I can͛t think of anything else͟. And then she looked at his eyes and gave a naughty smile. 

Borah smiled back too, while he started pulling the dress further down. 

Rakul preet singh helped him with that too, and she stood up briefly so that the dress can be taken off her body. 

She was now only in her red panties as she sat back beside him. 

Borah looked at her top-less and almost naked body. His eyes were filled with a fire of lust. He went even closer to her, picking one of her legs and putting it on his lap. By doing so, he made her open her legs, and then he gently started rubbing his fingers over her panties. ͞

Mmmmmmmm͟ she moaned as they started kissing again – pchhhh.. pchhhhh.. pchhhhh. 

They started sucking each other͛s lips while Borah continued rubbing his fingers on her panties. Rakul preet singh was slowly starting to feel aroused as she started sucking his lips passionately. 

Till morning she hated Borah, and felt disgusted even at his sight. And now, by the evening, she was all naked, sitting almost on Borah͛s lap, with her legs open, and allowing him to touch the most private parts of her. And she was sucking his lips too. He too sucked her nice juicy lips with a burning passion. 

͞Mmhhhhhh… hhhmmmmm she moaned and smiled, as Borah started kissing at her neck. But she kept her leg still open, allowing him to keep rubbing her pussy. ͞Ahhhhhh…ssssssssssss͟ and she moaned and bit her own lips as she felt her cunt slowly getting wet. ͞

Won͛t you take my panties off?͟ she asked him while he still rubbed her over that. Borah looked at her and simply smiled, and then slowly took off her panties too. 

She was now completely naked as she leant back on the sofa, lifting her legs up and spreading them so that her shaved cunt was open and exposed. 



Borah put one of his hands behind her back and held her there, and rubbed his other hand all over her naked body. Rubbing and caressing her breasts, rubbing her cunt, caressing her thigh. And he looked down at her eyes with a burning fire of desire. 

She too gave her horny looks as they kissed and sucked each other͛s lips. ͞

What do you want me to do first?͟ he asked. ͞Whatever you want, I am all yours͟ she replied and ͞Ptchhh͟ they kissed each other again. And then Borah touched her breast with one hand, and bent down and took her nipple in his mouth. 

Rakul preet singh closed her eyes and started breathing faster as Borah started sucking her breast. He sucked her breast for some time and then stopped suddenly. ͞I think you should complete the blowjob you had started, first͟ he said, reminding her off the unfinished task from that first evening. ͞

O yea…͟ Rakul preet singh looked back at him, and then pushed him back so that he was almost lying, leaning to the other end of the sofa. And then she slowly pulled his shorts off. His cock was already erect and so it jumped out as soon as the shorts was pulled down. ͞

Ooooo… you have such a nice cock͟ she said as she took control of it. She played with it for some time, stroking it, fondling it, and then finally she took it in her mouth and started sucking it.
 ͞Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh͟ Borah moaned to express his relief. 



He looked at her, and started playing with her hairs as she continued sucking his cock. She normally kept her eyes closed, but whenever she opened them, she looked back at him, and kissed at his cock and again continued sucking it. 

Borah had a broad grin on his face. He had been living with the insult of that evening for long. But now she was all his to make up for that evening, and she looked like the bitch who was ready to do anything to save herself from the shame. ͞

mmmmmmmmmmmm͟ he moaned, ͚the bitch is a nice cock sucker͛, he thought as she took his entire cock in her mouth and sucked it nicely and made it all wet with her saliva. She certainly knew how to use her tongue, and was teasing him so hard that he couldn͛t stop moaning. ͞

I am so sorry to do that to you in that evening͟ she said in between, ͞I should have came back a long time ago, you have such a wonderful cock͟. She smiled and then once again went back giving it the pleasure of her tongue. And then she continued sucking his cock until he stopped her himself. 

͞Why don͛t you stop now, and let your pussy taste it too͟ he said after several minutes later. Rakul preet singh was sucking it very hard, but then stopped and looked up at him. She smiled at the mention of her pussy. It was indeed very wet and dying to feel it inside there. 

Though she was doing this out of no other option, but after sucking his cock for so long, she had really become aroused and craved for a nice fuck. As soon as she stood up, Borah stood up too and picked her up on his lap. He then carried her inside to his bedroom, and then dropped her down on the bed. 

Rakul preet singh looked back at him and smiled. She didn͛t move, neither stopped Borah from doing what he wanted. He had put her down at the edge of the bed, so that her pussy hung at the edge, and he could kneel down and eat it. And as Rakul preet singh held her legs open, he actually knelt down and started licking her cunt. 



͞Ahhhhhhhh….͟ Rakul preet singh started moaning as she felt his tongue protruding inside her cunt. He caressed her breasts with his hand too, and both of it made her hornier and he started moaning harder, ͞Ohhhhhhh…. Ummmmmhhhhhhh… uffff…͟. ͞

Oh this is crazy…. Suck me baby… pleasssssseeeee suck my cunt͟ she started shouting as he continued eating her pussy. Her nice pink clit had already turned bright red by then, and yet Borah felt hungry for more. More he sucked, more she moaned, and the more she moaned, the more he sucked. ͞

Oh nooooo… ohhh noooo… ohhh noooo… I am going to come…. Ohhhh… hold me pleaseeee….͟ She wriggled as she felt this sudden urge to come. And Borah kept on going, making her moan and shout harder. 

He continued sucking until she was beyond all controls and came hard. Even then, he only stopped to kiss her lips and then pushed her back in the middle of the bed, and then prepared himself to fuck her. 

Rakul preet singh was already feeling mad, and when he pushed her back, she spread her legs even wider and held them with her hand. Her cunt was wide open, and Borah pushed his cock deep inside her while she was still coming. ͞Awwwwwwwwwwwwww͟ she moaned as she felt his cock pushed deep inside her. 

And as he started fucking her, she didn͛t stop but continued coming. ͞Ohhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhh͟ she moaned as he started banging her hard. Borah remembered her arrogance from that previous evening, and gave it all back to her. He remembered being cheated by her mother, and gave it all back to her. 



͞Uuugggggg… ughhhhhhhhh.. ughhhhhhhhh͟ he grunted as he banged her hard. Rakul preet singh kept her eyes closed as she couldn͛t bear the pain, yet she couldn͛t stop coming as Borah continued fucking her unimaginably hard. ͞

Ppllllleeeaassssss… ssstttoppppp… ohhhhhhhhh… oohhhhh I cantttt takkkkee ittttttttt͟ she begged in pain, but still she came relentlessly throughout. 

But Borah didn͛t stop. He continued until he himself reached his climax. And then holding her tightly, he continued his thrusts mercilessly until his cock spat its entire load deep inside her. And he stroked until his cock has spat out the last of the drops. 

Rakul preet singh was in pain, yet she had come through out that merciless fucking. She couldn͛t believe how her mind had found pleasure from that pain. 

She looked back at Borah, who was lying beside her now, and felt something different about him. The guy about whom she had felt so utterly disgusted, had made her come so much that day, that she couldn͛t believe that it was for real. 

But she was finally happy that it was over. She remembered about the photo, and so demanded to take a photo together. Borah obliged, still pretending to be surprised from the entire event. He too had a silent chuckle. He was finally even with the bitch, and her mother. Though Sneha didn͛t come to know, but it was a sweet revenge. And the best thing was, it had just started. 

As the sun rose at the east, a new day presented itself with new opportunities. At 7 am, people were busy starting their day, all over the country. At Prem Nivas too, people were slowly rising to a new morning. At the fourth floor, Sneha was already up, and she had also done with her daily morning masturbation, and was now busy in regular chores. 

In another room, Regina was still asleep. She had returned late from the college yesterday. Professor Agnihotri had held her back till late. Regina had told her mother, that she takes extra lessons from the professor, where actually she just lets him fuck her. 

Every day, after her classes, she goes to the professor͛s room, where she then strips naked and wait for him under his table. It had become a routine – she would start with sucking his dick, and then end with being fucked over the table. And he was rough too, but she had started enjoying the treatment, and loved visiting him daily after the day͛s class. 

In another room, Rakul preet singh was asleep too. She was with Borah yesterday, and had allowed him to fuck her nicely. It was all due to that blackmailing email, which threatened to publish her video in social networks if she fails to obey all its demands. And yesterday, it had asked her to have sex with Borah, and send back a snap as evidence. 

She had obeyed it fully, and had sent the snap back at the night itself. Then she had waited for a reply till midnight, and then fell asleep when there was no response. 

At the third floor, Rahul was still asleep. He had a rather uneventful day yesterday, but not an uneventful life by any chance. He was going out with the mother and the daughter – Sneha and Regina. 

Though he started liking to be with Sneha, and the way this matured lady treated him. Yet he wanted to be with Regina as much as well. Something in knowing that he was fucking both the mother and the daughter was making him very excited. Yesterday at the night, he had text Regina to meet at the terrace like other nights before. 

But she had replied back that she was tired and will meet him later. And so, he had no other choice but to spend an uneventful night.

His father Mr. Sharma was already up, he was taking bath while Kajal was preparing breakfast. Mr. Sharma, the owner of a popular garment store, daily leaves for the store early. 

He was happy too, and last night he had sex with Kajal, his wife. Having sex with his young and sexy wife fills him with pride and satisfaction, and he was expecting a wonderful day today. 

Kajal too was happy, not because of the sex last night. Mr. Sharma had never been upto her satisfaction. He would normally last for some five minutes and then collapse and snooze to sleep. And that is what had happened that night as well, but still Kajal was happy, she was no more unsatisfied as she used to be some months ago. She had now started enjoying daily with Amar. 

That evening too, after the other girls had left, she had stayed back and the two had taken advantage of the empty ladies room. She was now confident that Amar was all hers. 

At the second floor, Amar was already up and had left for the gym. He wasn͛t much excited about his affair with Kajal. She was just another girl in his life. He had been with several girls, but no one excited him as much as Samantha.

But with her suddenly gone like that, he was keeping content with Kajal. But it didn͛t mean that he was in love with her or anything. 

Borah too was up, and was having bath. He leaves for office, daily at 8. He had a wonderful night yesterday. Finally he was at even with that arrogant bitch, Rakul preet singh, and also had his revenge on her mother, Sneha. 

Though it would had been nice if Sneha could know what he was upto, the last evening, but anyway it felt nice to screw the girl who screwed him once. He was humming merrily under the shower, and was also thinking about his next move – that is, what should be Rakul preet singh͛s next task. 

At the first floor, things were still quite. Samantha was in Kolkata with the baby, or normally by this time the baby would have been awake and wailing for its morning feed. But all was so peaceful today. Gautam was still asleep, though he opened his eyes briefly but he was in no mood to wake up. He looked at the clock and then turned around. 

Shriya was lying beside him, and he put his hand around her. She had stayed over last night, and alike him, she too was still naked. The two had fun till late in the night. 

They had fucked in all possible ways, and came countless number of times before they felt exhausted and fell asleep. And Gautam wrapped his hands around her naked body and snuggled back into sleep. Shriya too didn͛t protest, and held his hand lovingly and went back to sleep. 

At 9, the world had slightly changed. The lazy early morning had turned into rush hours. Everyone was hurrying for work. Borah had already reached office. 

Amar too was already at work too – assisting some pretty girls with a set of crunches. The Sneha was having breakfast, and at home, both Regina and Rakul preet singh, pretended to be two innocent angels who knew nothing of being a slut. Mr. Sharma too was ready and having his breakfast. 

At the ground floor, Shriya and Gautam were finally awake. And after taking bath together, they were having some breakfast. It was a wild night for both of them. Shriya, after a long time, was having such a night out and she made sure that she had made the most out of it. 

They had fucked in all possible ways for most of the night before falling asleep in each other͛s arms. 

They were naked till the morning, they woke up naked, had bath together, washed each other͛s naked bodies, sucked each other in the shower to end a memorable night with an equally memorable day. 

Half an hour later, Mr. Sharma was hurrying down the stairs, he was getting late for the stores. Gautam and Shriya too, had completed breakfast and getting out of the flat to leave for work. All of them were in a hurry when they bumped against each other at the corridor. Mr. Sharma looked to apologize but he was surprised to see Shriya there with Gautam. ͞

Shriya!!! Is that you?͟ he asked in surprise. Shriya too looked back in shock, rather surprise. She too knew Mr. Sharma, and looked at him in disbelief. She was not ready for such a coincidence. 

͞Sorry Mr. Sharma you are mistaken, this is my colleague from work, and we will need to leave͟ It was Gautam who broke the growing silence between the others. And then not waiting for any further chance of discussion he hurried out towards his car.

 Mr. Sharma stood there in surprise for some more time and then chuckled. He knew it was Shriya, and he also knew what she could have been doing with Gautam, especially in Samantha͛s absence. 

He too, then went out, towards his waiting car. He had a bemused look on his face, he had seen Shriya after three long years and memories from his first meeting with Shriya came flooding back to him. 

Mr. Sharma still remembered the sunny afternoon from 3 years ago. Shriya was just about to be married and they were shopping from Mr. Sharma͛s store. Even then, Shriya had a very slutty nature and that wonderful figure with large breasts and perfectly complimenting body. 

Mr. Sharma couldn͛t help but ogle at her body at times, and didn͛t go un-notice too. Shriya realized how Mr. Sharma was staring at her, and instead of avoiding him, she remained around him and continued teasing. 

Finally when they were done, Shriya͛s parents had some other work. Shriya took that opportunity to have some fun. She told her parents that she can stay back for the measurements and fittings while they can leave for their work. 

Mr. Sharma who was listening from close by couldn͛t yet suspect what Shriya was planning. Later when her parents were gone, Shriya turned her attention towards Mr. Sharma, and started behaving extremely slutty. ͞

So, where do you want to measure me?͟ she asked. Mr. Sharma looked at her in awe. Even though he was ogling at her, he couldn͛t believe that Shriya too would show interest. ͞At the first floor mam, please follow me͟ he led her to the first floor trial room, which was mostly used as a store room but was larger than the other trial rooms at the ground floor. 

They went inside the larger room, and Mr. Sharma closed the door. ͞So where would you start from?͟ asked Shriya. Mr. Sharma picked up a measuring tape and went behind her and smiled as he wrapped the tape around her breasts to measure her chest area. 

͞34͟ he said and started noting it down on a notepad. ͞Are you sure?͟ asked Shriya, ͞I think you will get a more accurate measurement if I take off my top, it͛s my wedding gown and I don͛t want it to misfit͟ she added. 

And before Mr. Sharma could blink, Shriya took off her top. She was wearing a white bra beneath it, and her 34 breasts were indeed magnificent. Earlier Shriya had noticed how Mr. Sharma was ogling at her when she was downstairs choosing the clothes. And owing to her slutty nature she had already decided that she wanted to play further with the poor old man. ͞

What, you haven͛t seen anything like this before?͟ teased Shriya, and Mr. Sharma immediately felt embarrassed and blushed. 

He moved quickly and re-measured her, ͞34͟ he said again. Shriya pretended to look a bit astonished, ͞34?͟ she asked, ͞It can͛t be. It͛s my marriage and I need to look much better than this. Why don͛t you show me some nice padded brassieres which will make these look bigger͟ she said. 

Mr. Sharma couldn͛t believe what was going on. Praising his fate he quickly went out to grab a few designer brassieres. And he was soon back with a few pieces with him. Shriya was still standing in front of the mirror, she was in the same attire as he had left her, and she was checking her wedding gown by putting it in front of her on the mirror. ͞Here mam, I have got some nice brassieres for you͟ Mr. Sharma interrupted her thoughts. ͞

Oh, these are really nice͟ exclaimed Shriya, ͞Why don͛t you help me put these on͟ she added before undoing her own bra, letting it fall off from her body. Mr. Sharma stood frozen at his position. Though Shriya had her back turned towards him, they were both in front of the mirror and so Mr. Sharma could see her glorious breasts even from behind her. 



Shriya knew the kind of effect it was having on him and she continued pretending to be the innocent little slut seducing the poor old man. 

After she was done with flaunting her naked tits in front of the mirror, she picked up one of the brassieres to try it on. She secretly glanced at Mr. Sharma – he was busy watching her in awe. Shriya smiled before she interrupted his thoughts. ͞Can you please help me with these, I am not able to put it on͟ she pretended to be struggling with the brassieres and insisted for some help. 

Mr. Sharma͛s hands were trembling in excitement as he helped Shriya to put on the brassiere. He helped her to hook the straps together, after which she stood in front of the mirror appraising herself. 



͞This looks so good͟ she exclaimed, ͞Do you have any matching panties with these?͟ she asked while turning towards him. ͞Y-yes s-sure͟ Mr. Sharma replied, ͞I I w-will just g-get them for y-you͟ he said before heading out to grab some matching panties. 

Mr. Sharma was soon back with some lace panties matching with the brassieres he had brought before. He hurried upstairs and then to the room where Shriya was waiting for him, and once inside he was speechless. 

Shriya had already taken off her jeans and was standing in her panties and her new bra. She was looking absolutely stunning. Mr. Sharma was already struggling to hide his little erection but now it was almost beyond his control.

Shriya looked at him and smiled, ͞Wait, let me take this one off first͟ she said and winked at him. Mr. Sharma almost started sweating as he looked at her intently ͚she must be joking͛ – he thought. But Shriya wasn͛t, she had taken the game ahead way too much. 

Slowly she had bent down, pushing her panties off her waist and down through her smooth legs and then off her body. Mr. Sharma stared open mouthed as she lost her panties. 

She had a very cute ass, and his hands trembled while handing her the panties to try. Soon she put one of the matching panties on and looked at her in the mirror. Her eyes twinkle as she looked at her own sexy body, and then glanced at the poor soul who was standing right behind her. 

Suddenly Shriya turned around and leaned at the mirror, ͞So, how do I look?͟ she asked, ͞Do you think my husband will like me?͟. Mr. Sharma had already seen more than she desired and didn͛t know how to react. He fumbled and stammered replying back to her ͞Y-yes w-why not… y-you look a-amazing͟ he managed. ͞

But you must have seen and measured so many girls, how do I look compared to them?͟ she asked back. ͞W-well you, you are certainly the best͟ he replied back, still sweating in excitement. ͞No! You are lying͟ Shriya exclaimed, ͞I don͛t seem to have any effect on you͟ she added naughtily. Mr. Sharma smiled shyly at her, ͞What are you saying, you just made my day͟ he stammered back.

͞Is it?͟ Shriya asked and then she slowly started walking towards Mr. Sharma. She stood directly in front of him, with her body so close to his that there was hardly any gap between them. 

Shriya lowered her hand and suddenly put it on his pants ͞Then I must have made you very excited too͟ she said while rubbing her hand gently on his pants. Mr. Sharma looked back at her but could manage to nod only. Words betrayed him as Shriya continued rubbing his hands on his pants. 



͞So what do you think about these?͟ asked Shriya, rubbing her other hand on her breasts, and the other was still on his crotch. ͞Don͛t you want to touch these?͟ she asked with a slutty look on her face. Mr. Sharma͛s heart was beating very fast, he was very nervous as he raised his trembling hands to touch her breasts. 

͞Mmmmmmmmm͟ she moaned as he held her breasts. ͞Are they soft?͟ she asked. ͞Oh yes… they are very soft͟ replied Mr. Sharma. Shriya smiled back – ͞Why don͛t you take off the bra, and feel the real skin͟ she insisted him further to get her bra off. With trembling hands Mr. Sharma slowly took off her brassiere. 

He couldn͛t believe that he was inches away from her glorious naked breasts. He dropped the bra and held her breasts immediately. Shriya was still rubbing her hand on his pants, feeling his erect cock, throbbing as he started fondling her breasts. 

He started pressing her breasts, playing with them, feeling the firmness of those white milk udders. ͞Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh͟ Shriya moaned as she enjoyed how he pressed her tits. Mr. Sharma was ogling at her breasts like a hungry wolf and was not able to keep himself in control for long. Soon after pressing her breasts for sometimes, he started sucking one of them. ͞Uuuufffffffffffffffffffffffffff͟ Shriya moaned and started blushing as Mr. Sharma started sucking her breasts very hard. 



Shriya leaned against the closest wall and started moaning as Mr. Sharma leaned on her and continued sucking her breasts. He kept his hands on her breasts too, still pressing them while he continued playing with her nipples in his mouth. ͞Mŵŵŵŵ…. Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh… ouchhhhhh͟ she continued moaning, as Mr. Sharma took full benefit of this slut. 

Mr. Sharma sucked her nipples for a long time, until he was tired and was breathing hard. Shriya looked at Mr. Sharma and then smiled at his condition. ͞I think it͛s time to thank you for all you have done so far͟ she said and then gently knelt down in front of him. 

Smoothly she used her two hands to unzip his pants and take his erect cock out of it. She held it in her palm some time but soon started sucking it. 

͞Mmmmmhhhhhhhhh͟ Mr. Sharma leant back at the wall behind him and then started moaning. Shriya was still knelt in front of him and was sucking his cock passionately. The visible drool around her mouth clearly indicated how much she liked the taste of his cock. 



Both were moaning loudly too, they were all clearly aroused and horny by then. 

Mr. Sharma was lost in thoughts, how 3 years ago Shriya had slowly manipulated and seduced him in his own store. 

He had not been able to forget that fortunate day, when this sexy little randi had walked in to his store for her wedding shopping, and then ended up banging with him in the context of measurements and fittings.