12-12-2018, 12:35 PM
Part - 19
With an embarrassed smile, I replied "Aunty ... I don't know what to do ... this is the first time I am coming to a place like this..." With a little laugh, she came closer to me and placing her hand on my chest said "Oh beta, tum chinta mat karo ... tumhe kucchh karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ... tum bas aaram karo ... maine apni ladkiyon ko khud train kiya hai ... woh tumhe poora satisfaction dengi... " Seeing the apprehension on my face, she came even closer to me, so that her ample bosom was touching the lower part of my chest.
Touching my cheeks fondly, she said sweetly "Tumhe jo bhi karne ka man kare beta, tum kar sakte ho yahaan par ... waise to main tumhara welcome karne ke liye Sushma ko bhejjit ... par kyonki Mayuri ben ke kehne par tum yahaan aaye ho ... aur uski icchha thhi ki Seema hi tumhara pehla massage kare ... is liye main uski baat maan gayi..." I could only muster an embarrassed "OK..." With a teasing laugh, she slipped her left arm around my waist, and pulling me to her so that my body was now pressed to her lush ripe and heavy body, she ruffled my hair and said "Oh Jignesh beta ... tum kitne sweet ho..." I just smiled shyly in return. "Beta ... tumhe agar koi bhi shikayat ho to mujhe bata dena ... theek hai ... tum to mere VIP guest ho beta ... tumhari khushi ke liye to aunty kucchh bhi kar sakt hai... "she said in a low husky voice.
She was standing so close to me with her body pressed to me, that I could feel my cock stir inside my pants and press against her fleshy belly, and I couldn't help but get aroused at the feel of her heavy ripe breasts pressing against my torso. And somehow the overpowering smell of paan from her red mouth only served to highten my arousal. Placing a quick peck on my lips, she said "Chalo ... ab tum kapde utaar kar let jaao ... main Seema ko bhejti hoon..."
As she let go of me from her warm embrace, I turned around and began to unbutton my polo t-shirt. Sensing a movement behind me, I turned around and saw that she was still standing there watching me with a hint of a seductive smile on her lips. I was about to pull my t-shirt over my head, but stopped myself short on seeing her still standing there. Seeing the surprised look on my face, she let out a small laugh and said "Ruk kyun gaye beta ... main sirf tumhare physique ki ek jhalak dekhna chaahti thhi ... maine dekha hi tum har roz subah uthkar gym jaate ho..." "Oh aunty, please..." I protested. "Accha achha theek hai beta ... main tumhe aur nahi sataaoongi..." she said with a laugh again. With that she closed the door behind her and left the room. Not knowing what to do next, I climbed on to the bed and settled down to wait.
After a few moments, I heard a knock on the door. "Come in..." I said aloud. Seema came into the room with a shy smile on her pleasant face, carrying a tray with a glass jug of iced water and a glass. Without a word, she placed the tray on the night-stand near the bed, and then went back towards the door to lock it. After locking the door, she turned around and slowly walked back towards me sitting on the bed. Before I could say anything, she went down on her knees and touched my feet with both her hands, and then touched them to her forehead, in the traditional Indian gesture of respect that youngsters are expected to offer to elders. As her hands went down once again to touch my feet, I jumped off the bed and bent forward to grab her by her shoulders. Pulling her up, I asked her with alarm "Seema didi, what are you doing!" Lowering her eyes, she said in a small voice "Jignesh bhai, I just want to let you know how grateful I am to you for coming here..." With a groan, I pulled Seema to me and embracing her warmly, said "Oh Seema didi ... please don't ever say that again ... please..."
As I had mentioned earlier, Seema didi was in the same mould as her mother; short statured, broad, and thickset, with heavy round 34-C breasts. As I felt her heavy body with those thick breasts press against my chest, I caressed her back with my hands, feeling the strap of her bra through the knit fabric of her black t-shirt. She relaxed and let face rest against my chest, her hands holding me by my waist gently. After a few seconds, she pulled herself away, and looking up at me with a smile, wiped away the tears of gratitude that had sprung to her eyes. As I looked at her broad face, with the weather-beaten wheat-colored skin and thick lips, I realized she was not the manipulative whore that her mother was.
Clearing her throat, she said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... ab aap apne kapde utaar kar let jaaiye..." With that she stood back to allow me to take off my clothes. As I pulled off my t-shirt, she took it from my hand and taking a hanger from the wardrobe, hung it neatly on the rod. I couldn't help but look at how desirable the heavy-bodied Seema did looked in that short black skirt and t-shirt. She was busty alright, with firm heavy breasts that were a younger version of her mother.
They did not sag as much as her mother's, but they were still well spread across her chest on account of the rather tight bra I presumed she was wearing. Even with the tight bra, her t-shirt was stretched taut across the span of her breasts. Plump as she was, she did not have a flat belly and I could see the slight bulge of her ample waist where her t-shirt was tucked into the waist of her pleated black short skirt. The skirt reached upto the middle of her thick thighs, and her legs were by no means slender; with the flesh of her thighs having a dimple at the knees. She wore black medium heeled sandals on her legs.
As I admired her body, I realized she had caught me looking. When our eyes met, she smiled in embarrassment and said softly "Jignesh bhai ... aapki body bahut acchhi hai..." her eyes furtively glancing at my well muscled chest and biceps. "Aur aapki bhi, Seema didi..." I replied with a hint of a smile. She just smiled and averted her gaze. Realizing that she was waiting for me to take off my track-pants too, I proceeded to do so, albeit with some awkwardness. I was wearing my white Rivolta briefs, and my cock which had begun to stiffen, bulged slightly from the front of my briefs. She walked up to me near the bed, and placing her hand on my bare thighs, said softly "Ab aap let jaaiye Jignesh bhai..." I complied silently and lay down on my back.
Clearing her throat again, Seema didi said "Aap pehle pet ke bal letiye ... main pehle aapka back massage karoongi..." "Theek hai, Seema didi..." I replied, and turned myself around to lie on my stomach. Since I was lying with my face to one side facing the wardrobe, I could see both of us clearly in the mirror. Placing her thick hand on my back, she asked "Jignesh bhai, aapko kis tarah ka massage pasand hai ... cream massage, oil massage, ya powder massage..." Having never experienced anything like this before, I replied "Didi ... main pehli baar aise massage karwa raha hoon ... mujhe iske baare mein kucchh nahi pata ... aapko jo bhi theek lage wo keejiye..." I saw her smile in the mirror at my inexperience, and she said "Phir to main aapko oil massage deti hoon Jignesh bhai ... baby oil se ... woh aapko bahut acchhaa lagega..." "Theek hai didi..." I replied.
As she picked up the large bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil from the dresser at the wardrobe, she asked me "Acchha, mujhe ek baat bataaiye Jignesh bhai ... kya aap yahaan par sirf isliye aaye kyunki mummy ne aapko aane ko kaha?" As I watched her pour the oil liberally into the palm of her hand, I replied "Hmm ... agar aapki mummy ne mujhe nahi bataya hota to mujhe yeh kabhi nahi pata lagta ki yahaan par aise gents ke liye bhi massage milta hai..." I paused to look at her face in the mirror. Since she was waiting expectantly for me to complete, I continued "Par main yahaan par aaya Mayuri aunty ke kehne par nahi ... main sirf isliye aaya kyoonki mujhe aap ke paas aana thha ... agar aap yahaan par nahi hoti ... aur agar aap mujhe yahaan par aane ko nahi kehti to main kabhi nahi aata..."
That seemed to please her, and as she began to massage my back, she said softly "Thank you Jignesh bhai..." with a fond smile on her face. Spreading the oil on my back and beginning to massage my back, she asked "Aapko Radhika aunty kaisi lagi Jignesh bhai?" "Hmm ... sach boloon to mujhe who kucchh zyaada acchhi nahi lagi ... mujhe woh bahut rough lagti hai ... aur waise bhi mujhe paan khaane waali auratein acchhi nahi lagti..." I replied. "Haan woh thodi si rough to zaroor hai..." she agreed. "Par mera unpar kaafi karz hai ... unhone mujhe yahaan par naukri nahi dee hoti to..." her voice trailed off. "Haan yeh baat sahi hai ... unhone aapko yahaan par naukri nahi dee hoti to mujhe aapke haath se massage milne ka mauka kahaan milta..." I said with a laugh. She smiled at that again, and replied "Jignesh bhai ... aapko agar meri zaroorat hoti to aap sirf ek baar mujhe bol dete ... aapke liye to main aapke ghar par aa jaati ... aur..." and her voice trailed off again.
Her hands were now gently kneading the muscles of my back near my neck, and I could feel my body beginning to relax. As I closed my eyes, she asked me again softly "Aapko kaisa lag raha hai Jignesh bhai ... main theek se kar rahi hoon na... ?" "Umm didi ... bahut acchha lag raha hai..." I muttered. She began to massage my spine with her fingers expertly, and continued chatting with me. "Acchha aapko yahaan ke staff mein se kaun zyaada acchi lagi ... Aarti ya Sushma?" she asked me curiously. Opening my right eye, I looked at her in the reflection of the mirror, and saw that she was gazing expectantly the back of my head, and was keen to hear my answer.
"Hmm ... yahaan ke staff mein se mujhe sabse zyaada acchi lagi woh ladki ... jiska naam Seema hai..." "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she said with a spontaneous laugh, her face breaking into a smile of pleasure at my flattery. "Bataao na, Jignesh bhai ... un dono mein se aapko kaun zyaada pasand aayi..." she persisted, pouting those thick luscious lips of her in mock consternation. "Hmm ... sach boloon to mujhe woh Aarti zyaada acchhi lagi ... woh mujhe dil ki acchi lagti hai ... woh Sushma mujhe thhodi chaalu lagti hai..." I replied. "Thhodi nahi ... bahut chaalu hai woh Sushma..." replied Seema did immediately. "Aapne bilkul theek kaha ... woh Aarti acchi ladki hai ... woh bhi meri tarah apna ghar sambhalne ke liye yahaan par kaam karti hai..." she continued. "Par Sushma bahut chaalu ladki hai ... woh sabko patati hai paison ke liye ... par peeth peeche sabki buraai karti hai ... sabse badi dhongi hai woh..." Seema didi said with some emotion. "Hmm..." I responded with my eyes closed, simply enjoying the way her fingers were manipulating the muscles of my back.
"Par dekho na logo ki taqdeer kaisi hoti hai ... hai sabse badi chaalu lekin saare customers usko hi sabse zyaada pasand karte hain ... aur usi ko sabse zyaada tip ke paise bhi milte hain..." Seema did continued to bitch. Curious to know more about this clandestine business that Radhika aunty was running, I asked Seema didi "To yahaan par kis tarah ke log aata hain, didi?" "Zyadatar yahaan par saare uncle-type log aate hain Jignesh bhai ... kaafi log woh hote hain jo ki Radhika aunty ke husband ke dost hote hain ... jinko ki unhe apne politics ke kaam ke liye khush rakhna padta hai..." she explained. "Ek to un log ke liye yahaan par massage free hota hai ... aur upar se woh hamein kabhi tip bhi nahi dete hain ... kise ne kabhi 10 rupees bhi tip de diya to bahut badi baat hai..." she continued. "To yahaan par is tarah ka massage dene ke liye Radhika aunty kitna charge karti hai, didi?" I asked; my curiosity aroused fully now.
"Jignesh bhai, yahaan par waise to body massage ka rate hai 500/- rupees ek ghante ke liye, par..." she paused, as if unsure of continuing. Her hands were now sub-consciously & rhythmically massaging my lower back. "Par ... extra services ke liye hum extra tip lete hain..." she said in a hesitant tone. "Extra services matlab kya didi..." I asked in an innocent voice. She paused in her massage briefly, as if debating how to tell me, and then resuming the massage, said "Extra services matlab ... matlab ... handshake ... aur frenchie, Jignesh bhai" My cock lurched on hearing these crude words. I knew fully well that a "handshake" meant a handjob, while a "frenchie" meant a blowjob.
"Oh..." was all I managed to muster in response. "Ab aap se kya chhupana Jignesh bhai..." she continued in a resigned tone. "Yahaan par jo bhi log aate hain ... woh ... woh sex ke liye hi aate hain..." she stated, pronouncing the word sex as "sax". "Aur jo log sirf massage ke liye aate hain ... woh bhi ... woh bhi massage ke baad unka ... unka khada ho jaata hai..." she almost blurted out in a small voice. "Is liye ... hamein ... hamein unka paani to nikaalna hi padta hai ... extra service dekar..." she finished in a small voice. My cock, by now had become painfully hard in the confines of my briefs, and it was not helped by the fact that I was lying on my stomach. "Hmm ... aur in extra service ke liye aapko kitne paise milte hai?" I asked, managing to keep my voice even. Realizing that I was not shocked to hear this, she relaxed visibly and resumed her massage. "Waise koi fixed rate nahin hai Jignesh bhai ... sabka alag alag hai ... woh ladki par depend karta hai..." she answered. "Jaise ki main handshake ke liye 200/- rupees extra mangti hoon ... aur ... aur handshake aur frenchie done ke liye 500/- extra..." she said in a rather embarrassed tone.
"Par Aarti jo hai ... usko ... kyunki woh patli hai na ... isliye usko handshake ke 100/- aur frenchie ke 300/- hi milte hai..." she said, with some compassion for her colleague. "Par aisa kyun ... kya woh acchha service nahi deti hai?" I asked, again in the same naïve tone. "Nahin, nahin, Jignesh bhai..." she protested, "Service to woh bahut dil laga kar deti hai ... par kya hai na ki ... ki uske zyaada bade nahin hain na ... is liye customer logon ko..." she let her words hanging. "Hmm ... samajh gaya..." I said matter of factly. "Ab kya karen Jignesh bhai ... customer ko to hamare mammon se khelna acchha lagta hai na ... us bechari ke chhote hai to bechari kya kar sakti hai..." she said with some feeling for her friend again.
By now, she had reached my buttocks, and since my ass was covered by my briefs, she moved down to my thighs. "Phir to aapko hi sabse zyaada extra service ke liye tip milte honge na, didi ... kyunki aapke to kitne bade hain..." I said in a teasing tone. "Nahin na Jignesh bhai ... hum teeno mein se sab se zyaada tip milte hai us Sushma ko..." she said in a grumbling voice. "Aisa kyun, didi ... aapke to usse kaafi bade hain na..." I asked innocently. "Woh isliye Jignesh bhai ... ki woh ... ki who..." she stopped herself mid sentence. "Bolo na, didi..." I prompted her.
"Arre Jignesh bhai ... woh to paiso ke liye kucch bhi kar sakti hai ... woh customer ko khush karne ke liye ... unka ... apni jeeb se unki ghaand bhi chaat leti hai..." she blurted out in an agitated voice. I was stunned to hear that. "Aur sabse badi baat to yeh hai ki woh massage karte time ... poori nangi ho jaati hai ... aur ... aur customer se unki ungli apni choot mein dalwaati hai..." she continued. "Aur phir jab unka paani nikalne waala hota hai ... tab ... tab woh usko apne moonh mein le leti hai ... aur unko apna paani uske moonh me nikalne deti hai..." she finished. These highly erotic words had made my cock rock hard by now. "Main nahin kar sakti yeh sab Jignesh bhai ... main uske jaise raand nahi hoon ... main ek baar koshish ki thhi ... ek customer ka paani moonh me lene ki ... par mujhe ulti aa gayi ... is liye phir woh main kabhi nahi karti..." she said with sadness in her voice.
Stunned as I was, I didn't know what to say. Mistaking my silence for displeasure, she stopped massaging me, and placing her hand on my arm, she bent forward towards my face. "Jignesh bhai ... aap mujhe galat mat samajhna please... "she said in a pleading voice. "Please ... mera matlab woh nahi thha ... main aapke liye woh sab karoongi ... main aapke liye kucch bhi karoongi ... aapki job hi icchha ho woh main poori karoongi ... aap mere liye customer nahin hai Jignesh bhai ... aap to mere maalik hai ... main aapki daasi hoon ... please mujhe galat majh samajhiyega Jignesh bhai..." she continued to plead, desperation coming into her voice.
Twisting myself around partly, I placed my hand on hers, and said in a gentle tone "Oh Seema didi ... aap kyun aisa keh rahi hai ... main to sirf aapka dost banna chaahta hoon ... aap please mujhe sharminda mat keejiye ... aapki mummy ke kehne par aapko yeh sab kehne aur karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ... main koi jaanwar nahi hoon, didi ... aap bhi na..." I let my words incomplete, letting the hurt show on my face. Hearing my words, a mixture of relief and pleasure washed over her face, and she quickly knelt down near by face by the bed. Taking both my hands in hers, she kissed them repeatedly, and said "Oh Jignesh bhai ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mera woh matlab nahi thha ... main to sirf ... main to sirf aapko khush karna chaahti thhi ... aur aapki kasam Jignesh bhai ... main jo bhi kar rahi hoon ... aur jo bhi karoongi ... woh main apni khushi se kar rahi hoon ... mummy ke kehne par nahi..."
I played the hurt bit for a while longer, enjoying the sight of her on her knees by my side. Finally, my conscience got the better of me, and I smiled at her warmly. "Thank you didi..." I said with genuine warmth. "Ab aap please mera massage poora karengi ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha thha ... aur aap ruk gayi..." I said with a laugh to lighten the mood. Seeing me laugh, she too brightened, and quickly stood up to resume the massage. By now, as her hands had reached the back of my thighs, she paused to pour some more baby oil on to her palms, before resuming her massage. As I felt her smooth yet firm hands begin to rub the oil into the back of my thighs, I said "Oh didi ... mere pairon bar bahut baal hai na ... isliye aapko massage karne mein taqleef ho rahi hogi na..." Before she could say anything, I finished "Mujhe bahut nafrat hai mere pair ke baalon par...""
Arre Jignesh bhai ... aisa kyun sochte ho aap ... yeh to mard ke nishaani hai ... aap kitne macho or sexy lagte ho in baalon ke wajah se..." she said in an encouraging tone. Then as if to drive the point home, she said with a smile "Aur waise bhi ... mujhe to bina baal waale mard bilkul acche nahi lagte...", searching to make eye contact with me in the mirror. I just smiled pleasantly at her in the mirror. Her hands moved from the back of my thighs towards my calves, and her fingers began to knead the muscles of my calves. It was an exquisite feeling, and in addition to finding it immensely relaxing, I also found it very stimulating. She had moved towards my feet completely by then, and was working the magic of her hands on my feet.
Taking the toes of my feet in her hands, she began to deftly squeeze each toe. She even massaged the hollow of my feet with her fingers, the oil making sure her fingers moved smoothly over my feet. And then, standing at my feet facing my prostrate body, she began to slide both her hands along the length of my leg, right from my ankles upto my lower thighs. As she did that I felt my feet press against the soft yet heavy portion of her upper thigh.
She continued to do this silently for almost 3 minutes after which she paused, and I heard her take deep breaths with the exertion. I felt her hands move off my legs, and sensed her fidgeting with something for a few moments. But the position in which she was standing, I could not see her in the reflection of the mirror. I heard open and close the door of the wardrobe, after which she said to me in a soft voice "Jignesh bhai ... now you can turn around please..." Since I had a raging hard-on by now, I took a towel from the trolley next to the bed, and placing it over my waist to hide the bulge of my hard cock, turned around on the bed.
It was only when I settled down on my back that I realized what she had done. What I immediately noticed was that her black polo t-shirt, which was originally tucked into the waist of her skirt, was now pulled out. As my eyes went to her torso, I also immediately noticed that her big breasts which had been held tightly pressed in her bra, were now free from the constraints of the bra, and hung freely on her chest, a bit lower than they were when inside the bra. What she had done was remove her bra from under her t-shirt before asking me to turn around. It never ceased to amaze me how girls managed to unhook and completely remove their bra from under their tops without having to take off their top.
Seema didi, the busty 23-year old daughter of the 48-year old Mayuri ben, was here with me in a beauty parlour, ready to offer me her "extra service", having discretely removed her bra from under her t-shirt to provide me easy access to those heavy 34-C breasts of hers. As she walked towards the head of the bead, I couldn't help but glance at the way her heavy breasts moved under rather snug fitting black polo t-shirt; the sleeves of which were stretched tight around her thick arms. As her eyes met mine, she gave me a shy smile and said "Jignesh bhai ... aapko mera massage kaisa lag raha hai?"
Smiling back contentedly at her, I replied "Mujhe life mein kabhi aisa massage nahin mila hai didi ... aur mujhe itna aaram mil raha thha ki agar aap mujhse baat nahi kar rahi hoti to main kabka so gaya hotha..." That pleased her immensely, and coming up close to my face, she bent forward and placed a quick kiss on my forehead. Placing her hand gently on my cheek, she whispered to me softly "Thank you, Jignesh bhai...", an action which caused her heavy firm breasts inside her t-shirt, free from the confines of the bra, to press against my torso.
She gazed lovingly into my eyes for a few minutes before pulling away. Pouring some more oil into her palm, she began to gently apply it all over my torso. Her eyes were drawn to my well muscled chest and taut belly, as she began to slowly massage my chest. Since her eyes were on my body, I used to opportunity to glance at the way those big heavy breasts of hers swayed gently inside her t-shirt. Even through the thick knit fabric of her t-shirt, I could make out the outline of her thick nipples, which had ostensibly hardened by now. As her hands roamed over my chest, caressing it more than massaging it, her fingers began to slowly rub the erect nub of my nipples, playing with the hair on my chest intermittently.
I closed my eyes, and let out a soft moan as her fingers began to run circles around my nipples, and scbang against them; arousing me immensely. Her fingers then traced a line down to my belly button, and began to caress my belly; massaging the sides of my taut belly at the same time. And then suddenly through my closed eyes, I felt her hot breath on my chest, and her wet tongue began to lick my nipples! "Oh didi..." I groaned, placing my hand on her head and pressing her mouth to my chest. She continued to flick her tongue across my nipples, and even nibbled on them gently with her teeth! I lay there writhing on the bed with my eyes closed, and enjoyed the sensational licking she was giving me.
Her tongue then slowly traced its way up to my neck, and licked along the sides of my neck. In response, I took hold of her head, with her hair tied in a pony behind, in both my hands and let out another low moan of pleasure. As her tongue slid up the side of my neck to my earlobes, I once again felt those heavy firm breasts of hers under the t-shirt press against my chest. Placing my hand on her back, I said in a husky voice "Didi ... I am liking it so much ... and ... and you smell so good..." Pulling her head up from the tongue-lashing she was giving my ear, she looked into my eyes, her breasts still quashed against my chest, "It is the perfume you gifted me yesterday, Jignesh bhai... "her face creasing into a loving smile.
She straightened up, and once again began to massage my shoulders. As her hands kneaded the flesh of my muscular shoulders, she breathed "I love your muscles, Jignesh bhai..." I just smiled in return. Then taking my right hand, she placed it on her shoulder, indicating that I should hold on to her shoulder, so that she could massage my arm. When she did that and began to knead the muscles of my biceps, her free dangling breasts pressed against my fore-arm.
She was looking at me with a curious expression now, as she continued to rub my arms and fore-arms, liberally allowing her unrestrained breasts under the t-shirt to rub and press against my forearm. Clearing her throat, she asked me in a tentative voice "Jignesh bhai ... kya main aapko acchi nahi lagi?" "Kyun didi ... aap aisa kyun pooch rahe ho?" asked I in surprise. Looking intently into my eyes now with a solemn expression on her face, she replied "Phir ... phir ... aap mere ... meri chhati ko nahi dekhna chaahoge?" "Oh Seema didi..." I groaned, my hands squeezing her shoulder hard. "Main to kabka tadap raha hoon..." I said in a husy whisper.
"Aap nahi maanti ... to yeh dekhiye..." I said intensely, whipping off the thick towel from my waist to bare the huge bulge that my hardened cock had created in my white briefts. "Oh Jignesh..." she breathed, as her eyes darted to my bulging manhood struggling to stay inside the briefs, before hastily averting her gaze. "Mujhe dikhaao please, didi..." I said in a low moan, my hand which was resting on her shoulder, squeezing it again. Silently, she removed my hand from her shoulder and placed it on my chest. Then, once again gazing into my eyes with an intent look, she bit her lips and proceeded to pull up her t-shirt from below slowly.
As she slowly pulled up her black t-shirt, her magnificent breasts came to my view. So far, I had thought that Sejal's were the best pair of tits I had set my eyes on. But Sushma didi's 34-C breasts were far more erotic than Sejal's milky mammaries. They were perfectly round, with brown skin just like the rest of her body. Unlike her mother's massive sagging mammaries, Seema didi's breasts were much firmer, and yet so heavy, with a pair of beautiful brown nipples capping them. The nipples were not black, but a very dark shade of brown, and were surrounded by large aereolas of a slightly lighter shade. Her breasts were incredibly firm, and I couldn't help but compare her tits with Kalpana aunty's firm mature breasts.
Yes, I concluded, her tits were more like a younger version of Kalpana aunty's; rather than her mother Mayuri ben's. As she stood there provocatively by my side, holding up her black t-shirt above her breasts, baring them for my approval, I felt my cock give in involuntary lurch inside my briefs. I pulled my eyes away from those sexy breasts to look at her face again. She was looking intently at me, her expression a mix of apprehension, lust, and shame. I swallowed, and wetting my lips with my tongue, managed to say "Oh Seema didi ... they are beautiful ... they are beautiful ... your breasts are so beautiful..." Hearing my words, her face noticeably relaxed, and a slow shy smile came to her face. Without a word, she took my right hand which was lying on my chest, in hers, and slowly pressed it to those soft yet firm mounds of her big breasts.
With a sigh, I cupped her firm heavy breasts from below and squeezed them. She leaned forward slightly to allow me better access to her tits, and resumed her gentle massaging of my arms and chest. As I squeezed her heavy tits and rubbed those large erect nipples with my finger tips, she smiled shyly and began to run her fingers thru the hair on my chest. As her fingers scbangd my nipples, I shivered and reached out with my left hand also to cup both of her tits. She then bent forward and began to lick my nipples with her tongue, gently pinching the other one with her fingers. This caused her heavy firm breasts to press against my taut belly, and my cock gave one more jerk inside my briefs. "Seema didi..." I groaned. "Aapko acchha lag raha hai, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered, pausing briefly. I responded by pressing her head to my chest again.
By now her right hand had slid down my belly was was gently caressing the bulge of my cock through my briefs. Looking down, I could see that a small spot of wetness had formed on my white briefs where the tip of my rigid cock was oozing pre-cum. As her fingers closed around the hardness of my cock through the briefs, she slid her face upwards and began to run her wet tongue along my neck and my earlobes. I was holding her head with my left hand, while my right hand slid down to her legs and was caressing her thick thighs just under the hem of her short black skirt.
As she lifted her face to look at me, I whispered to her "Seeme didi ... mujhe aapke mamme choosne hain..." Hearing this, she blushed, and said softly "Haan Jignesh bhai ... zaroor..." She then stood up from the bed, and averting her gaze from me, pulled her black t-shirt off. As she dropped her t-shirt on a nearby chair, and stood before me, I wet my lips with my tongue. To me, there is nothing more erotic than the sight of a young busty girl, topless, and wearing a mini skirt. She picked up the bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil once again, and pouring a liberal amount of it on to her hands, once again came and stood by my side. She climbed on to the small stool that was placed next to the bed, and sat down by my side. Pouring the oil from her palms on to my chest, she began to gently rub the oil on to my skin, even as she bent forward slightly to dangle her heavy breasts in front of my face.
Placing one hand on my shoulder, she bent forward more, as if asking me to take her breasts in my mouth. With a soft sigh, I opened my mouth and took her turgid nipple into my mouth, even as my left hand clasped her other breast and began to squeeze it roughly. As my mouth closed around the firm flesh of her breast and my tongue began to lash against her turgid nipple, she let out a soft moan and sighed "Oh Jignesh bhai..." I alternated between her two breasts, licking all over them with my tongue, and sucking hard on those thick brown nipples.
As I suckled on her beautiful breasts, my right hand slid down to her legs and began to caress her heavy thighs. As my fingers slid under the hem of her short black pleated skirt, she slid off the bed and stood next to it in such a way that she was standing right next to my face. Placing one hand on the side of my head resting on the pillow, she leaned forward again to feed me her breasts. My mouth closed around the firm flesh of her breasts again, teasing the erect nipple with my tongue, even as my right hand slid further up her skirt, feeling the back of her heavy plump thighs. My hands moved further up under her skirt till they came to the edge of her panties. I opened the palm of my hand and cupped one of her full heavy buttocks in my hand.
There I was lying on this elevated massage bed, the busty 23-year old Seema did standing topless next to me, my left hand squeezing one of her firm heavy tits, while my mouth was feasting on the right one. She had a really wide and heavy ass, inherited from her fat-assed mother, and as my fingers tried to slip under the edge of her black panties, I felt her straighten up from her leaning position. Averting her gaze from mine, she moved a few steps back, and turning sideways, reached under he skirt and pulled down the black panties she was wearing underneath! To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. I figured she interpreted my feeling up her ass and panties to be a signal to remove her panties.
With a solemn look on her face, she once again came and stood close to my head, and and placing her hands on my chest, began to gently caress my chest & nipples again. As I looked at her face, she slowly turned her gaze towards me and her eyes met mine. There was a look of apprehension, resignation, and arousal on her face. With an effort, she smiled slowly, and asked me in a soft voice "Aapko acchha lag raha hai na, Jignesh bhai?" Looking into her eyes, I clasped both my hands on hers, making her momentarily pause her massaging, and replied earnestly "Haan Seema didi..." On hearing my reply, she seemed relieved, and she smiled a little more confidently. With her eyes on my body, as she continued to run her fingers in circles on my chest, she said shyly "Aap ki body bahut acchhi hai Jignesh bhai..."
Her gaze slowly moved towards my pelvis, and she gazed at the huge bulge that was protruding under my white briefs, the ever widening wet spot now becoming very noticeable. Her right hand slowly slid down my belly, and resting her palm lightly on my hardness under my underwear, she asked in a soft voice "Ab ... ab main ise utaar doon, Jignesh bhai..." I just continued to look at her face, and with my lips parted in arousal, nodded my assent. She bit her lips as her pudgy thick fingers closed around my hard shaft through the underwear and squeezed lightly.
Keeping her gaze averted from mine, she gently hooked her fingers under the wait-band of my briefs and began to pull it down. I lifted my hips off the bed to assist her. As she slid my briefs down my thighs, my throbbing hard cock sprang out like an angry serpent and slapped against my taut belly. I was so hard by now that my foreskin had got pulled down partly, and the red bulbous tip of my cock was visible; shiny and wet with the pre-cum that had oozed out. I caught her let out an almost inaudible gasp at the sight of my thick hard cock, even as she slid my underwear down my legs and pulled it completely off. Once again standing really close to me, her skirt-clad waist pressing against my hips, she looked into my eyes with a mixture of lust and tenderness. Without a word, she took hold my hard throbbing cock in her soft pudgy hand, and squeezed gently. "Seema didi..." I groaned softly, as I felt her fingers close around the girth of my erect phallus.
With her eyes on my throbbing penis, she reached out with both her hands and cupped my swollen balls gently with her left hand, even as her right hand began to gently caress the thick shaft of my cock. Even as my body stiffened at this erotic touch of her soft pudgy hands, slick with the baby oil, she said under her breath "Jignesh bhai ... aapka ... aapko bahut ... bahut bada ... aur sundar hai..." her eyes riveted to my fully erect cock. "Oh Seema didi..." I whispered hoarsely "aap nahin jaanti ... ki aaj mera woh khwaab poora hua hai ... jo ki main bahut saalon se dekh raha thhaa..."
Hearing my words, she looked into my eyes, and asked softly "Sach ... Jignesh bhai?" "Sach ... Seema didi..." I replied hoarsely, my right hand reaching up and squeezing her heavy gorgeous boobs again to reassure her. She just smiled shyly, and turned her attention to my cock again. Pouring a bit of the baby oil on to her palms again, she spread it thoroughly on both her palms, and then began to work her magic with her hands on my cock. With the fingers of her left hand, she began to tease the underside of my swollen balls, while she cupped her fingers over the tip of my swollen cock and began to run tips of her fingers along the length of my shaft, the wet tip of my cock touching the center of her palm at each downward motion.
It was an incredible feeling, and I couldn't help but marvel at how well she had been trained by hot Radhika aunty, and perhaps her slutty mother too. As her fingers tightened around the shaft of my cock, I jerked my hips upwards, reaching out to squeeze her heavy tits with my left hand, even as my right hand slipped under her skirt again, and squeezed her magnificent firm buttocks. As my fingers felt the crack of her ass, she spread her legs slightly, as if to allow me to slide my fingers inside. Continuing to rub my cock with her pudgy hands rather than stroke it, she bent forward again and began to lick my nipple with her tongue, her heavy firm breasts pressing against my belly.
I placed my left hand on her head, and with my right hand began to caress her bare back as she ran her tongue all over my chest; her hands continuing to caress my cock. Then to my amazement, she straightened again, and quickly pouring some more of the Johnson & Johnson baby oil into her palm, she cupped both her breasts and smeared the oil thoroughly on her mammaries. Bending forward, she began to rub her incredibly heavy and firm breasts on my chest and belly, her slick oily hands resuming the job of caressing my throbbing cock. Then, taking hold of my cock firmly in her right hand, she dangled those firm globes over my cock, and began to rub the wet slippery tip of my cock on her nipples.
I almost shot my load when she did that, and to hold myself back, I grabbed hold of her butt and squeezed hard again. She had now slipped into the role of her job of a professional masseuse, and taking a firm grip on my cock, began to stroke it slowly, moving her torso so that those heavy dangling breasts rubbed against my cock. Even before I could realize it, she gently pulled me towards her by my waist, and lifting my right leg, pulled it off the bed so that it was dangling from the side of the bed. With a quick movement, she came in between my outstretched legs now, and leaning forward again, straddled my huge throbbing cock between those big beautiful breasts of hers. Cupping both of her firm globules together, she trapped my cock in between her firm mammary flesh, and began to move her torso up and down, causing my erect cock to slide in between her huge firm boobs.
I reached out with my hand and pinched her left breast hard as she began to do that, groaning "Ohh ... Seema didi..." Due to the oil that she had liberally applied on my chest as well as her breasts, my cock slid easily in between her firm tits, and she heightened my pleasure my squeezing her tits together as well; her heavy mammary flesh making slapping sounds as they hit my thigh on each downward movement. As she began to heave herself up and down, milking my cock with her breasts, I cried out hoarsely "Didi ... please..." Alarmed, she stopped immediately, and with a look of concern on her face, asked "Kya hua Jignesh bhai ... aapko dard ho raha hai kya?" "Oh no didi ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha hai ki ... ki agar aapne roka nahi to ... to mera abhi chhoot jaayega..." I managed to gasp out.
Hearing my words, a shy smile spread across her face again, and she said "Oh Jignesh bhai..." I took hold of her heavy fleshy arm, and pulled her towards me. Extricating herself from in between my thighs, she once again came and stood near my face, her hand still holding my rigid shaft, gently stroking it. I slid my hand under her skirt again, and as my fingers felt her bare buttocks underneath, she twisted slightly to face me. With a look of understanding in her eyes, she lifted her right leg, and bending it at the knees, placed it on the small stool placed near the bed such that her heavy thighs were now spread apart to give my hand free access to her pussy.
Then closing her eyes, she took hold of my right hand in hers, and guided it to her bare cunt. Once again, my cock gave an involuntary lurch at this completely submissive gesture of hers. As my finger tips came in contact with the thick puffy lips of her cunt, I realized that her pussy was not shaved, but just trimmed. As I touched her wet cunt lips with my fingers lightly, she placed her hand on my arm, and said in a soft voice "Jignesh bhai ... mummy ne kahaa thha ki ... ki aapko ... aapko aisa hi acchha lagega ... is liye ... maine shave nahi kiya..." "Oh Seema didi ... aap please aisa mat boliye ... aap jaisi hai ... waisi hi mujhe bahut acchli lagti hai..." I said in a gentle voice. As I rubbed my thumb on her erect clit, and began to rub the thick puffy lips of her moist cunt through the trimmed pubic hair, she bit her lips and squeezed my arm harder.
Adjust herself to spread her bent knee wider to give me better access to her moist vagina, she asked in a small voice "Main skirt utaar doon, Jignesh bhai?" "Nahin didi..." I said in a soft yet firm voice "main nahin chaahta ki aap aisa kucchh bhi kare jo aap doosre customers ke saath nahin karti..." "Aisa mat boliye, Jignesh bhai..." she protested "aap mere customer nahin hain ... aap to ... aap to mere..." she left her sentence unfinished as she dropped her gaze. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage, and then turning to look me in the eye, she said "Main aapke liye kucch bhi karoongi Jignesh bhai ... kucch bhi..." Hearing her words, I let out a sigh and said in a pleading tone "Oh didi ... to phir aap please ... please mera ek baar moonh mein lengi?" "Oh Jignesh bhai ... yeh bhi koi poochne ki baat hai..." she said quckly, "main to ... main to sirf aapke order ka wait kar rahi thhi..."
And then without a moment's delay, she quickly moved lower towards my feet and bending forward took the entire length of my cock into her wide mouth. She didn't even lick my cock or suck on the tip, but just took the entire length of it into her outstretched mouth till I felt the tip of my hard throbbing cock touch the base of her throat. The suddenness of her action surprised me, and as I let out a throaty groan of pleasure, she slid her hands under my buttocks and began to move her wet mouth up and down on my cock, making uninhibited slurping noises. As I looked at my thick cock disappear into her wet mouth, the girth of it stretching those thick luscious lips of hers, I couldn't help but marvel at my luck.
To Be Continued..
With an embarrassed smile, I replied "Aunty ... I don't know what to do ... this is the first time I am coming to a place like this..." With a little laugh, she came closer to me and placing her hand on my chest said "Oh beta, tum chinta mat karo ... tumhe kucchh karne ki zaroorat nahi hai ... tum bas aaram karo ... maine apni ladkiyon ko khud train kiya hai ... woh tumhe poora satisfaction dengi... " Seeing the apprehension on my face, she came even closer to me, so that her ample bosom was touching the lower part of my chest.
Touching my cheeks fondly, she said sweetly "Tumhe jo bhi karne ka man kare beta, tum kar sakte ho yahaan par ... waise to main tumhara welcome karne ke liye Sushma ko bhejjit ... par kyonki Mayuri ben ke kehne par tum yahaan aaye ho ... aur uski icchha thhi ki Seema hi tumhara pehla massage kare ... is liye main uski baat maan gayi..." I could only muster an embarrassed "OK..." With a teasing laugh, she slipped her left arm around my waist, and pulling me to her so that my body was now pressed to her lush ripe and heavy body, she ruffled my hair and said "Oh Jignesh beta ... tum kitne sweet ho..." I just smiled shyly in return. "Beta ... tumhe agar koi bhi shikayat ho to mujhe bata dena ... theek hai ... tum to mere VIP guest ho beta ... tumhari khushi ke liye to aunty kucchh bhi kar sakt hai... "she said in a low husky voice.
She was standing so close to me with her body pressed to me, that I could feel my cock stir inside my pants and press against her fleshy belly, and I couldn't help but get aroused at the feel of her heavy ripe breasts pressing against my torso. And somehow the overpowering smell of paan from her red mouth only served to highten my arousal. Placing a quick peck on my lips, she said "Chalo ... ab tum kapde utaar kar let jaao ... main Seema ko bhejti hoon..."
As she let go of me from her warm embrace, I turned around and began to unbutton my polo t-shirt. Sensing a movement behind me, I turned around and saw that she was still standing there watching me with a hint of a seductive smile on her lips. I was about to pull my t-shirt over my head, but stopped myself short on seeing her still standing there. Seeing the surprised look on my face, she let out a small laugh and said "Ruk kyun gaye beta ... main sirf tumhare physique ki ek jhalak dekhna chaahti thhi ... maine dekha hi tum har roz subah uthkar gym jaate ho..." "Oh aunty, please..." I protested. "Accha achha theek hai beta ... main tumhe aur nahi sataaoongi..." she said with a laugh again. With that she closed the door behind her and left the room. Not knowing what to do next, I climbed on to the bed and settled down to wait.
After a few moments, I heard a knock on the door. "Come in..." I said aloud. Seema came into the room with a shy smile on her pleasant face, carrying a tray with a glass jug of iced water and a glass. Without a word, she placed the tray on the night-stand near the bed, and then went back towards the door to lock it. After locking the door, she turned around and slowly walked back towards me sitting on the bed. Before I could say anything, she went down on her knees and touched my feet with both her hands, and then touched them to her forehead, in the traditional Indian gesture of respect that youngsters are expected to offer to elders. As her hands went down once again to touch my feet, I jumped off the bed and bent forward to grab her by her shoulders. Pulling her up, I asked her with alarm "Seema didi, what are you doing!" Lowering her eyes, she said in a small voice "Jignesh bhai, I just want to let you know how grateful I am to you for coming here..." With a groan, I pulled Seema to me and embracing her warmly, said "Oh Seema didi ... please don't ever say that again ... please..."
As I had mentioned earlier, Seema didi was in the same mould as her mother; short statured, broad, and thickset, with heavy round 34-C breasts. As I felt her heavy body with those thick breasts press against my chest, I caressed her back with my hands, feeling the strap of her bra through the knit fabric of her black t-shirt. She relaxed and let face rest against my chest, her hands holding me by my waist gently. After a few seconds, she pulled herself away, and looking up at me with a smile, wiped away the tears of gratitude that had sprung to her eyes. As I looked at her broad face, with the weather-beaten wheat-colored skin and thick lips, I realized she was not the manipulative whore that her mother was.
Clearing her throat, she said "Thank you Jignesh bhai ... ab aap apne kapde utaar kar let jaaiye..." With that she stood back to allow me to take off my clothes. As I pulled off my t-shirt, she took it from my hand and taking a hanger from the wardrobe, hung it neatly on the rod. I couldn't help but look at how desirable the heavy-bodied Seema did looked in that short black skirt and t-shirt. She was busty alright, with firm heavy breasts that were a younger version of her mother.
They did not sag as much as her mother's, but they were still well spread across her chest on account of the rather tight bra I presumed she was wearing. Even with the tight bra, her t-shirt was stretched taut across the span of her breasts. Plump as she was, she did not have a flat belly and I could see the slight bulge of her ample waist where her t-shirt was tucked into the waist of her pleated black short skirt. The skirt reached upto the middle of her thick thighs, and her legs were by no means slender; with the flesh of her thighs having a dimple at the knees. She wore black medium heeled sandals on her legs.
As I admired her body, I realized she had caught me looking. When our eyes met, she smiled in embarrassment and said softly "Jignesh bhai ... aapki body bahut acchhi hai..." her eyes furtively glancing at my well muscled chest and biceps. "Aur aapki bhi, Seema didi..." I replied with a hint of a smile. She just smiled and averted her gaze. Realizing that she was waiting for me to take off my track-pants too, I proceeded to do so, albeit with some awkwardness. I was wearing my white Rivolta briefs, and my cock which had begun to stiffen, bulged slightly from the front of my briefs. She walked up to me near the bed, and placing her hand on my bare thighs, said softly "Ab aap let jaaiye Jignesh bhai..." I complied silently and lay down on my back.
Clearing her throat again, Seema didi said "Aap pehle pet ke bal letiye ... main pehle aapka back massage karoongi..." "Theek hai, Seema didi..." I replied, and turned myself around to lie on my stomach. Since I was lying with my face to one side facing the wardrobe, I could see both of us clearly in the mirror. Placing her thick hand on my back, she asked "Jignesh bhai, aapko kis tarah ka massage pasand hai ... cream massage, oil massage, ya powder massage..." Having never experienced anything like this before, I replied "Didi ... main pehli baar aise massage karwa raha hoon ... mujhe iske baare mein kucchh nahi pata ... aapko jo bhi theek lage wo keejiye..." I saw her smile in the mirror at my inexperience, and she said "Phir to main aapko oil massage deti hoon Jignesh bhai ... baby oil se ... woh aapko bahut acchhaa lagega..." "Theek hai didi..." I replied.
As she picked up the large bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil from the dresser at the wardrobe, she asked me "Acchha, mujhe ek baat bataaiye Jignesh bhai ... kya aap yahaan par sirf isliye aaye kyunki mummy ne aapko aane ko kaha?" As I watched her pour the oil liberally into the palm of her hand, I replied "Hmm ... agar aapki mummy ne mujhe nahi bataya hota to mujhe yeh kabhi nahi pata lagta ki yahaan par aise gents ke liye bhi massage milta hai..." I paused to look at her face in the mirror. Since she was waiting expectantly for me to complete, I continued "Par main yahaan par aaya Mayuri aunty ke kehne par nahi ... main sirf isliye aaya kyoonki mujhe aap ke paas aana thha ... agar aap yahaan par nahi hoti ... aur agar aap mujhe yahaan par aane ko nahi kehti to main kabhi nahi aata..."
That seemed to please her, and as she began to massage my back, she said softly "Thank you Jignesh bhai..." with a fond smile on her face. Spreading the oil on my back and beginning to massage my back, she asked "Aapko Radhika aunty kaisi lagi Jignesh bhai?" "Hmm ... sach boloon to mujhe who kucchh zyaada acchhi nahi lagi ... mujhe woh bahut rough lagti hai ... aur waise bhi mujhe paan khaane waali auratein acchhi nahi lagti..." I replied. "Haan woh thodi si rough to zaroor hai..." she agreed. "Par mera unpar kaafi karz hai ... unhone mujhe yahaan par naukri nahi dee hoti to..." her voice trailed off. "Haan yeh baat sahi hai ... unhone aapko yahaan par naukri nahi dee hoti to mujhe aapke haath se massage milne ka mauka kahaan milta..." I said with a laugh. She smiled at that again, and replied "Jignesh bhai ... aapko agar meri zaroorat hoti to aap sirf ek baar mujhe bol dete ... aapke liye to main aapke ghar par aa jaati ... aur..." and her voice trailed off again.
Her hands were now gently kneading the muscles of my back near my neck, and I could feel my body beginning to relax. As I closed my eyes, she asked me again softly "Aapko kaisa lag raha hai Jignesh bhai ... main theek se kar rahi hoon na... ?" "Umm didi ... bahut acchha lag raha hai..." I muttered. She began to massage my spine with her fingers expertly, and continued chatting with me. "Acchha aapko yahaan ke staff mein se kaun zyaada acchi lagi ... Aarti ya Sushma?" she asked me curiously. Opening my right eye, I looked at her in the reflection of the mirror, and saw that she was gazing expectantly the back of my head, and was keen to hear my answer.
"Hmm ... yahaan ke staff mein se mujhe sabse zyaada acchi lagi woh ladki ... jiska naam Seema hai..." "Oh Jignesh bhai..." she said with a spontaneous laugh, her face breaking into a smile of pleasure at my flattery. "Bataao na, Jignesh bhai ... un dono mein se aapko kaun zyaada pasand aayi..." she persisted, pouting those thick luscious lips of her in mock consternation. "Hmm ... sach boloon to mujhe woh Aarti zyaada acchhi lagi ... woh mujhe dil ki acchi lagti hai ... woh Sushma mujhe thhodi chaalu lagti hai..." I replied. "Thhodi nahi ... bahut chaalu hai woh Sushma..." replied Seema did immediately. "Aapne bilkul theek kaha ... woh Aarti acchi ladki hai ... woh bhi meri tarah apna ghar sambhalne ke liye yahaan par kaam karti hai..." she continued. "Par Sushma bahut chaalu ladki hai ... woh sabko patati hai paison ke liye ... par peeth peeche sabki buraai karti hai ... sabse badi dhongi hai woh..." Seema didi said with some emotion. "Hmm..." I responded with my eyes closed, simply enjoying the way her fingers were manipulating the muscles of my back.
"Par dekho na logo ki taqdeer kaisi hoti hai ... hai sabse badi chaalu lekin saare customers usko hi sabse zyaada pasand karte hain ... aur usi ko sabse zyaada tip ke paise bhi milte hain..." Seema did continued to bitch. Curious to know more about this clandestine business that Radhika aunty was running, I asked Seema didi "To yahaan par kis tarah ke log aata hain, didi?" "Zyadatar yahaan par saare uncle-type log aate hain Jignesh bhai ... kaafi log woh hote hain jo ki Radhika aunty ke husband ke dost hote hain ... jinko ki unhe apne politics ke kaam ke liye khush rakhna padta hai..." she explained. "Ek to un log ke liye yahaan par massage free hota hai ... aur upar se woh hamein kabhi tip bhi nahi dete hain ... kise ne kabhi 10 rupees bhi tip de diya to bahut badi baat hai..." she continued. "To yahaan par is tarah ka massage dene ke liye Radhika aunty kitna charge karti hai, didi?" I asked; my curiosity aroused fully now.
"Jignesh bhai, yahaan par waise to body massage ka rate hai 500/- rupees ek ghante ke liye, par..." she paused, as if unsure of continuing. Her hands were now sub-consciously & rhythmically massaging my lower back. "Par ... extra services ke liye hum extra tip lete hain..." she said in a hesitant tone. "Extra services matlab kya didi..." I asked in an innocent voice. She paused in her massage briefly, as if debating how to tell me, and then resuming the massage, said "Extra services matlab ... matlab ... handshake ... aur frenchie, Jignesh bhai" My cock lurched on hearing these crude words. I knew fully well that a "handshake" meant a handjob, while a "frenchie" meant a blowjob.
"Oh..." was all I managed to muster in response. "Ab aap se kya chhupana Jignesh bhai..." she continued in a resigned tone. "Yahaan par jo bhi log aate hain ... woh ... woh sex ke liye hi aate hain..." she stated, pronouncing the word sex as "sax". "Aur jo log sirf massage ke liye aate hain ... woh bhi ... woh bhi massage ke baad unka ... unka khada ho jaata hai..." she almost blurted out in a small voice. "Is liye ... hamein ... hamein unka paani to nikaalna hi padta hai ... extra service dekar..." she finished in a small voice. My cock, by now had become painfully hard in the confines of my briefs, and it was not helped by the fact that I was lying on my stomach. "Hmm ... aur in extra service ke liye aapko kitne paise milte hai?" I asked, managing to keep my voice even. Realizing that I was not shocked to hear this, she relaxed visibly and resumed her massage. "Waise koi fixed rate nahin hai Jignesh bhai ... sabka alag alag hai ... woh ladki par depend karta hai..." she answered. "Jaise ki main handshake ke liye 200/- rupees extra mangti hoon ... aur ... aur handshake aur frenchie done ke liye 500/- extra..." she said in a rather embarrassed tone.
"Par Aarti jo hai ... usko ... kyunki woh patli hai na ... isliye usko handshake ke 100/- aur frenchie ke 300/- hi milte hai..." she said, with some compassion for her colleague. "Par aisa kyun ... kya woh acchha service nahi deti hai?" I asked, again in the same naïve tone. "Nahin, nahin, Jignesh bhai..." she protested, "Service to woh bahut dil laga kar deti hai ... par kya hai na ki ... ki uske zyaada bade nahin hain na ... is liye customer logon ko..." she let her words hanging. "Hmm ... samajh gaya..." I said matter of factly. "Ab kya karen Jignesh bhai ... customer ko to hamare mammon se khelna acchha lagta hai na ... us bechari ke chhote hai to bechari kya kar sakti hai..." she said with some feeling for her friend again.
By now, she had reached my buttocks, and since my ass was covered by my briefs, she moved down to my thighs. "Phir to aapko hi sabse zyaada extra service ke liye tip milte honge na, didi ... kyunki aapke to kitne bade hain..." I said in a teasing tone. "Nahin na Jignesh bhai ... hum teeno mein se sab se zyaada tip milte hai us Sushma ko..." she said in a grumbling voice. "Aisa kyun, didi ... aapke to usse kaafi bade hain na..." I asked innocently. "Woh isliye Jignesh bhai ... ki woh ... ki who..." she stopped herself mid sentence. "Bolo na, didi..." I prompted her.
"Arre Jignesh bhai ... woh to paiso ke liye kucch bhi kar sakti hai ... woh customer ko khush karne ke liye ... unka ... apni jeeb se unki ghaand bhi chaat leti hai..." she blurted out in an agitated voice. I was stunned to hear that. "Aur sabse badi baat to yeh hai ki woh massage karte time ... poori nangi ho jaati hai ... aur ... aur customer se unki ungli apni choot mein dalwaati hai..." she continued. "Aur phir jab unka paani nikalne waala hota hai ... tab ... tab woh usko apne moonh mein le leti hai ... aur unko apna paani uske moonh me nikalne deti hai..." she finished. These highly erotic words had made my cock rock hard by now. "Main nahin kar sakti yeh sab Jignesh bhai ... main uske jaise raand nahi hoon ... main ek baar koshish ki thhi ... ek customer ka paani moonh me lene ki ... par mujhe ulti aa gayi ... is liye phir woh main kabhi nahi karti..." she said with sadness in her voice.
Stunned as I was, I didn't know what to say. Mistaking my silence for displeasure, she stopped massaging me, and placing her hand on my arm, she bent forward towards my face. "Jignesh bhai ... aap mujhe galat mat samajhna please... "she said in a pleading voice. "Please ... mera matlab woh nahi thha ... main aapke liye woh sab karoongi ... main aapke liye kucch bhi karoongi ... aapki job hi icchha ho woh main poori karoongi ... aap mere liye customer nahin hai Jignesh bhai ... aap to mere maalik hai ... main aapki daasi hoon ... please mujhe galat majh samajhiyega Jignesh bhai..." she continued to plead, desperation coming into her voice.
Twisting myself around partly, I placed my hand on hers, and said in a gentle tone "Oh Seema didi ... aap kyun aisa keh rahi hai ... main to sirf aapka dost banna chaahta hoon ... aap please mujhe sharminda mat keejiye ... aapki mummy ke kehne par aapko yeh sab kehne aur karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai ... main koi jaanwar nahi hoon, didi ... aap bhi na..." I let my words incomplete, letting the hurt show on my face. Hearing my words, a mixture of relief and pleasure washed over her face, and she quickly knelt down near by face by the bed. Taking both my hands in hers, she kissed them repeatedly, and said "Oh Jignesh bhai ... mujhe maaf kar do ... mera woh matlab nahi thha ... main to sirf ... main to sirf aapko khush karna chaahti thhi ... aur aapki kasam Jignesh bhai ... main jo bhi kar rahi hoon ... aur jo bhi karoongi ... woh main apni khushi se kar rahi hoon ... mummy ke kehne par nahi..."
I played the hurt bit for a while longer, enjoying the sight of her on her knees by my side. Finally, my conscience got the better of me, and I smiled at her warmly. "Thank you didi..." I said with genuine warmth. "Ab aap please mera massage poora karengi ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha thha ... aur aap ruk gayi..." I said with a laugh to lighten the mood. Seeing me laugh, she too brightened, and quickly stood up to resume the massage. By now, as her hands had reached the back of my thighs, she paused to pour some more baby oil on to her palms, before resuming her massage. As I felt her smooth yet firm hands begin to rub the oil into the back of my thighs, I said "Oh didi ... mere pairon bar bahut baal hai na ... isliye aapko massage karne mein taqleef ho rahi hogi na..." Before she could say anything, I finished "Mujhe bahut nafrat hai mere pair ke baalon par...""
Arre Jignesh bhai ... aisa kyun sochte ho aap ... yeh to mard ke nishaani hai ... aap kitne macho or sexy lagte ho in baalon ke wajah se..." she said in an encouraging tone. Then as if to drive the point home, she said with a smile "Aur waise bhi ... mujhe to bina baal waale mard bilkul acche nahi lagte...", searching to make eye contact with me in the mirror. I just smiled pleasantly at her in the mirror. Her hands moved from the back of my thighs towards my calves, and her fingers began to knead the muscles of my calves. It was an exquisite feeling, and in addition to finding it immensely relaxing, I also found it very stimulating. She had moved towards my feet completely by then, and was working the magic of her hands on my feet.
Taking the toes of my feet in her hands, she began to deftly squeeze each toe. She even massaged the hollow of my feet with her fingers, the oil making sure her fingers moved smoothly over my feet. And then, standing at my feet facing my prostrate body, she began to slide both her hands along the length of my leg, right from my ankles upto my lower thighs. As she did that I felt my feet press against the soft yet heavy portion of her upper thigh.
She continued to do this silently for almost 3 minutes after which she paused, and I heard her take deep breaths with the exertion. I felt her hands move off my legs, and sensed her fidgeting with something for a few moments. But the position in which she was standing, I could not see her in the reflection of the mirror. I heard open and close the door of the wardrobe, after which she said to me in a soft voice "Jignesh bhai ... now you can turn around please..." Since I had a raging hard-on by now, I took a towel from the trolley next to the bed, and placing it over my waist to hide the bulge of my hard cock, turned around on the bed.
It was only when I settled down on my back that I realized what she had done. What I immediately noticed was that her black polo t-shirt, which was originally tucked into the waist of her skirt, was now pulled out. As my eyes went to her torso, I also immediately noticed that her big breasts which had been held tightly pressed in her bra, were now free from the constraints of the bra, and hung freely on her chest, a bit lower than they were when inside the bra. What she had done was remove her bra from under her t-shirt before asking me to turn around. It never ceased to amaze me how girls managed to unhook and completely remove their bra from under their tops without having to take off their top.
Seema didi, the busty 23-year old daughter of the 48-year old Mayuri ben, was here with me in a beauty parlour, ready to offer me her "extra service", having discretely removed her bra from under her t-shirt to provide me easy access to those heavy 34-C breasts of hers. As she walked towards the head of the bead, I couldn't help but glance at the way her heavy breasts moved under rather snug fitting black polo t-shirt; the sleeves of which were stretched tight around her thick arms. As her eyes met mine, she gave me a shy smile and said "Jignesh bhai ... aapko mera massage kaisa lag raha hai?"
Smiling back contentedly at her, I replied "Mujhe life mein kabhi aisa massage nahin mila hai didi ... aur mujhe itna aaram mil raha thha ki agar aap mujhse baat nahi kar rahi hoti to main kabka so gaya hotha..." That pleased her immensely, and coming up close to my face, she bent forward and placed a quick kiss on my forehead. Placing her hand gently on my cheek, she whispered to me softly "Thank you, Jignesh bhai...", an action which caused her heavy firm breasts inside her t-shirt, free from the confines of the bra, to press against my torso.
She gazed lovingly into my eyes for a few minutes before pulling away. Pouring some more oil into her palm, she began to gently apply it all over my torso. Her eyes were drawn to my well muscled chest and taut belly, as she began to slowly massage my chest. Since her eyes were on my body, I used to opportunity to glance at the way those big heavy breasts of hers swayed gently inside her t-shirt. Even through the thick knit fabric of her t-shirt, I could make out the outline of her thick nipples, which had ostensibly hardened by now. As her hands roamed over my chest, caressing it more than massaging it, her fingers began to slowly rub the erect nub of my nipples, playing with the hair on my chest intermittently.
I closed my eyes, and let out a soft moan as her fingers began to run circles around my nipples, and scbang against them; arousing me immensely. Her fingers then traced a line down to my belly button, and began to caress my belly; massaging the sides of my taut belly at the same time. And then suddenly through my closed eyes, I felt her hot breath on my chest, and her wet tongue began to lick my nipples! "Oh didi..." I groaned, placing my hand on her head and pressing her mouth to my chest. She continued to flick her tongue across my nipples, and even nibbled on them gently with her teeth! I lay there writhing on the bed with my eyes closed, and enjoyed the sensational licking she was giving me.
Her tongue then slowly traced its way up to my neck, and licked along the sides of my neck. In response, I took hold of her head, with her hair tied in a pony behind, in both my hands and let out another low moan of pleasure. As her tongue slid up the side of my neck to my earlobes, I once again felt those heavy firm breasts of hers under the t-shirt press against my chest. Placing my hand on her back, I said in a husky voice "Didi ... I am liking it so much ... and ... and you smell so good..." Pulling her head up from the tongue-lashing she was giving my ear, she looked into my eyes, her breasts still quashed against my chest, "It is the perfume you gifted me yesterday, Jignesh bhai... "her face creasing into a loving smile.
She straightened up, and once again began to massage my shoulders. As her hands kneaded the flesh of my muscular shoulders, she breathed "I love your muscles, Jignesh bhai..." I just smiled in return. Then taking my right hand, she placed it on her shoulder, indicating that I should hold on to her shoulder, so that she could massage my arm. When she did that and began to knead the muscles of my biceps, her free dangling breasts pressed against my fore-arm.
She was looking at me with a curious expression now, as she continued to rub my arms and fore-arms, liberally allowing her unrestrained breasts under the t-shirt to rub and press against my forearm. Clearing her throat, she asked me in a tentative voice "Jignesh bhai ... kya main aapko acchi nahi lagi?" "Kyun didi ... aap aisa kyun pooch rahe ho?" asked I in surprise. Looking intently into my eyes now with a solemn expression on her face, she replied "Phir ... phir ... aap mere ... meri chhati ko nahi dekhna chaahoge?" "Oh Seema didi..." I groaned, my hands squeezing her shoulder hard. "Main to kabka tadap raha hoon..." I said in a husy whisper.
"Aap nahi maanti ... to yeh dekhiye..." I said intensely, whipping off the thick towel from my waist to bare the huge bulge that my hardened cock had created in my white briefts. "Oh Jignesh..." she breathed, as her eyes darted to my bulging manhood struggling to stay inside the briefs, before hastily averting her gaze. "Mujhe dikhaao please, didi..." I said in a low moan, my hand which was resting on her shoulder, squeezing it again. Silently, she removed my hand from her shoulder and placed it on my chest. Then, once again gazing into my eyes with an intent look, she bit her lips and proceeded to pull up her t-shirt from below slowly.
As she slowly pulled up her black t-shirt, her magnificent breasts came to my view. So far, I had thought that Sejal's were the best pair of tits I had set my eyes on. But Sushma didi's 34-C breasts were far more erotic than Sejal's milky mammaries. They were perfectly round, with brown skin just like the rest of her body. Unlike her mother's massive sagging mammaries, Seema didi's breasts were much firmer, and yet so heavy, with a pair of beautiful brown nipples capping them. The nipples were not black, but a very dark shade of brown, and were surrounded by large aereolas of a slightly lighter shade. Her breasts were incredibly firm, and I couldn't help but compare her tits with Kalpana aunty's firm mature breasts.
Yes, I concluded, her tits were more like a younger version of Kalpana aunty's; rather than her mother Mayuri ben's. As she stood there provocatively by my side, holding up her black t-shirt above her breasts, baring them for my approval, I felt my cock give in involuntary lurch inside my briefs. I pulled my eyes away from those sexy breasts to look at her face again. She was looking intently at me, her expression a mix of apprehension, lust, and shame. I swallowed, and wetting my lips with my tongue, managed to say "Oh Seema didi ... they are beautiful ... they are beautiful ... your breasts are so beautiful..." Hearing my words, her face noticeably relaxed, and a slow shy smile came to her face. Without a word, she took my right hand which was lying on my chest, in hers, and slowly pressed it to those soft yet firm mounds of her big breasts.
With a sigh, I cupped her firm heavy breasts from below and squeezed them. She leaned forward slightly to allow me better access to her tits, and resumed her gentle massaging of my arms and chest. As I squeezed her heavy tits and rubbed those large erect nipples with my finger tips, she smiled shyly and began to run her fingers thru the hair on my chest. As her fingers scbangd my nipples, I shivered and reached out with my left hand also to cup both of her tits. She then bent forward and began to lick my nipples with her tongue, gently pinching the other one with her fingers. This caused her heavy firm breasts to press against my taut belly, and my cock gave one more jerk inside my briefs. "Seema didi..." I groaned. "Aapko acchha lag raha hai, Jignesh bhai..." she whispered, pausing briefly. I responded by pressing her head to my chest again.
By now her right hand had slid down my belly was was gently caressing the bulge of my cock through my briefs. Looking down, I could see that a small spot of wetness had formed on my white briefs where the tip of my rigid cock was oozing pre-cum. As her fingers closed around the hardness of my cock through the briefs, she slid her face upwards and began to run her wet tongue along my neck and my earlobes. I was holding her head with my left hand, while my right hand slid down to her legs and was caressing her thick thighs just under the hem of her short black skirt.
As she lifted her face to look at me, I whispered to her "Seeme didi ... mujhe aapke mamme choosne hain..." Hearing this, she blushed, and said softly "Haan Jignesh bhai ... zaroor..." She then stood up from the bed, and averting her gaze from me, pulled her black t-shirt off. As she dropped her t-shirt on a nearby chair, and stood before me, I wet my lips with my tongue. To me, there is nothing more erotic than the sight of a young busty girl, topless, and wearing a mini skirt. She picked up the bottle of Johnson & Johnson baby oil once again, and pouring a liberal amount of it on to her hands, once again came and stood by my side. She climbed on to the small stool that was placed next to the bed, and sat down by my side. Pouring the oil from her palms on to my chest, she began to gently rub the oil on to my skin, even as she bent forward slightly to dangle her heavy breasts in front of my face.
Placing one hand on my shoulder, she bent forward more, as if asking me to take her breasts in my mouth. With a soft sigh, I opened my mouth and took her turgid nipple into my mouth, even as my left hand clasped her other breast and began to squeeze it roughly. As my mouth closed around the firm flesh of her breast and my tongue began to lash against her turgid nipple, she let out a soft moan and sighed "Oh Jignesh bhai..." I alternated between her two breasts, licking all over them with my tongue, and sucking hard on those thick brown nipples.
As I suckled on her beautiful breasts, my right hand slid down to her legs and began to caress her heavy thighs. As my fingers slid under the hem of her short black pleated skirt, she slid off the bed and stood next to it in such a way that she was standing right next to my face. Placing one hand on the side of my head resting on the pillow, she leaned forward again to feed me her breasts. My mouth closed around the firm flesh of her breasts again, teasing the erect nipple with my tongue, even as my right hand slid further up her skirt, feeling the back of her heavy plump thighs. My hands moved further up under her skirt till they came to the edge of her panties. I opened the palm of my hand and cupped one of her full heavy buttocks in my hand.
There I was lying on this elevated massage bed, the busty 23-year old Seema did standing topless next to me, my left hand squeezing one of her firm heavy tits, while my mouth was feasting on the right one. She had a really wide and heavy ass, inherited from her fat-assed mother, and as my fingers tried to slip under the edge of her black panties, I felt her straighten up from her leaning position. Averting her gaze from mine, she moved a few steps back, and turning sideways, reached under he skirt and pulled down the black panties she was wearing underneath! To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. I figured she interpreted my feeling up her ass and panties to be a signal to remove her panties.
With a solemn look on her face, she once again came and stood close to my head, and and placing her hands on my chest, began to gently caress my chest & nipples again. As I looked at her face, she slowly turned her gaze towards me and her eyes met mine. There was a look of apprehension, resignation, and arousal on her face. With an effort, she smiled slowly, and asked me in a soft voice "Aapko acchha lag raha hai na, Jignesh bhai?" Looking into her eyes, I clasped both my hands on hers, making her momentarily pause her massaging, and replied earnestly "Haan Seema didi..." On hearing my reply, she seemed relieved, and she smiled a little more confidently. With her eyes on my body, as she continued to run her fingers in circles on my chest, she said shyly "Aap ki body bahut acchhi hai Jignesh bhai..."
Her gaze slowly moved towards my pelvis, and she gazed at the huge bulge that was protruding under my white briefs, the ever widening wet spot now becoming very noticeable. Her right hand slowly slid down my belly, and resting her palm lightly on my hardness under my underwear, she asked in a soft voice "Ab ... ab main ise utaar doon, Jignesh bhai..." I just continued to look at her face, and with my lips parted in arousal, nodded my assent. She bit her lips as her pudgy thick fingers closed around my hard shaft through the underwear and squeezed lightly.
Keeping her gaze averted from mine, she gently hooked her fingers under the wait-band of my briefs and began to pull it down. I lifted my hips off the bed to assist her. As she slid my briefs down my thighs, my throbbing hard cock sprang out like an angry serpent and slapped against my taut belly. I was so hard by now that my foreskin had got pulled down partly, and the red bulbous tip of my cock was visible; shiny and wet with the pre-cum that had oozed out. I caught her let out an almost inaudible gasp at the sight of my thick hard cock, even as she slid my underwear down my legs and pulled it completely off. Once again standing really close to me, her skirt-clad waist pressing against my hips, she looked into my eyes with a mixture of lust and tenderness. Without a word, she took hold my hard throbbing cock in her soft pudgy hand, and squeezed gently. "Seema didi..." I groaned softly, as I felt her fingers close around the girth of my erect phallus.
With her eyes on my throbbing penis, she reached out with both her hands and cupped my swollen balls gently with her left hand, even as her right hand began to gently caress the thick shaft of my cock. Even as my body stiffened at this erotic touch of her soft pudgy hands, slick with the baby oil, she said under her breath "Jignesh bhai ... aapka ... aapko bahut ... bahut bada ... aur sundar hai..." her eyes riveted to my fully erect cock. "Oh Seema didi..." I whispered hoarsely "aap nahin jaanti ... ki aaj mera woh khwaab poora hua hai ... jo ki main bahut saalon se dekh raha thhaa..."
Hearing my words, she looked into my eyes, and asked softly "Sach ... Jignesh bhai?" "Sach ... Seema didi..." I replied hoarsely, my right hand reaching up and squeezing her heavy gorgeous boobs again to reassure her. She just smiled shyly, and turned her attention to my cock again. Pouring a bit of the baby oil on to her palms again, she spread it thoroughly on both her palms, and then began to work her magic with her hands on my cock. With the fingers of her left hand, she began to tease the underside of my swollen balls, while she cupped her fingers over the tip of my swollen cock and began to run tips of her fingers along the length of my shaft, the wet tip of my cock touching the center of her palm at each downward motion.
It was an incredible feeling, and I couldn't help but marvel at how well she had been trained by hot Radhika aunty, and perhaps her slutty mother too. As her fingers tightened around the shaft of my cock, I jerked my hips upwards, reaching out to squeeze her heavy tits with my left hand, even as my right hand slipped under her skirt again, and squeezed her magnificent firm buttocks. As my fingers felt the crack of her ass, she spread her legs slightly, as if to allow me to slide my fingers inside. Continuing to rub my cock with her pudgy hands rather than stroke it, she bent forward again and began to lick my nipple with her tongue, her heavy firm breasts pressing against my belly.
I placed my left hand on her head, and with my right hand began to caress her bare back as she ran her tongue all over my chest; her hands continuing to caress my cock. Then to my amazement, she straightened again, and quickly pouring some more of the Johnson & Johnson baby oil into her palm, she cupped both her breasts and smeared the oil thoroughly on her mammaries. Bending forward, she began to rub her incredibly heavy and firm breasts on my chest and belly, her slick oily hands resuming the job of caressing my throbbing cock. Then, taking hold of my cock firmly in her right hand, she dangled those firm globes over my cock, and began to rub the wet slippery tip of my cock on her nipples.
I almost shot my load when she did that, and to hold myself back, I grabbed hold of her butt and squeezed hard again. She had now slipped into the role of her job of a professional masseuse, and taking a firm grip on my cock, began to stroke it slowly, moving her torso so that those heavy dangling breasts rubbed against my cock. Even before I could realize it, she gently pulled me towards her by my waist, and lifting my right leg, pulled it off the bed so that it was dangling from the side of the bed. With a quick movement, she came in between my outstretched legs now, and leaning forward again, straddled my huge throbbing cock between those big beautiful breasts of hers. Cupping both of her firm globules together, she trapped my cock in between her firm mammary flesh, and began to move her torso up and down, causing my erect cock to slide in between her huge firm boobs.
I reached out with my hand and pinched her left breast hard as she began to do that, groaning "Ohh ... Seema didi..." Due to the oil that she had liberally applied on my chest as well as her breasts, my cock slid easily in between her firm tits, and she heightened my pleasure my squeezing her tits together as well; her heavy mammary flesh making slapping sounds as they hit my thigh on each downward movement. As she began to heave herself up and down, milking my cock with her breasts, I cried out hoarsely "Didi ... please..." Alarmed, she stopped immediately, and with a look of concern on her face, asked "Kya hua Jignesh bhai ... aapko dard ho raha hai kya?" "Oh no didi ... mujhe itna acchha lag raha hai ki ... ki agar aapne roka nahi to ... to mera abhi chhoot jaayega..." I managed to gasp out.
Hearing my words, a shy smile spread across her face again, and she said "Oh Jignesh bhai..." I took hold of her heavy fleshy arm, and pulled her towards me. Extricating herself from in between my thighs, she once again came and stood near my face, her hand still holding my rigid shaft, gently stroking it. I slid my hand under her skirt again, and as my fingers felt her bare buttocks underneath, she twisted slightly to face me. With a look of understanding in her eyes, she lifted her right leg, and bending it at the knees, placed it on the small stool placed near the bed such that her heavy thighs were now spread apart to give my hand free access to her pussy.
Then closing her eyes, she took hold of my right hand in hers, and guided it to her bare cunt. Once again, my cock gave an involuntary lurch at this completely submissive gesture of hers. As my finger tips came in contact with the thick puffy lips of her cunt, I realized that her pussy was not shaved, but just trimmed. As I touched her wet cunt lips with my fingers lightly, she placed her hand on my arm, and said in a soft voice "Jignesh bhai ... mummy ne kahaa thha ki ... ki aapko ... aapko aisa hi acchha lagega ... is liye ... maine shave nahi kiya..." "Oh Seema didi ... aap please aisa mat boliye ... aap jaisi hai ... waisi hi mujhe bahut acchli lagti hai..." I said in a gentle voice. As I rubbed my thumb on her erect clit, and began to rub the thick puffy lips of her moist cunt through the trimmed pubic hair, she bit her lips and squeezed my arm harder.
Adjust herself to spread her bent knee wider to give me better access to her moist vagina, she asked in a small voice "Main skirt utaar doon, Jignesh bhai?" "Nahin didi..." I said in a soft yet firm voice "main nahin chaahta ki aap aisa kucchh bhi kare jo aap doosre customers ke saath nahin karti..." "Aisa mat boliye, Jignesh bhai..." she protested "aap mere customer nahin hain ... aap to ... aap to mere..." she left her sentence unfinished as she dropped her gaze. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage, and then turning to look me in the eye, she said "Main aapke liye kucch bhi karoongi Jignesh bhai ... kucch bhi..." Hearing her words, I let out a sigh and said in a pleading tone "Oh didi ... to phir aap please ... please mera ek baar moonh mein lengi?" "Oh Jignesh bhai ... yeh bhi koi poochne ki baat hai..." she said quckly, "main to ... main to sirf aapke order ka wait kar rahi thhi..."
And then without a moment's delay, she quickly moved lower towards my feet and bending forward took the entire length of my cock into her wide mouth. She didn't even lick my cock or suck on the tip, but just took the entire length of it into her outstretched mouth till I felt the tip of my hard throbbing cock touch the base of her throat. The suddenness of her action surprised me, and as I let out a throaty groan of pleasure, she slid her hands under my buttocks and began to move her wet mouth up and down on my cock, making uninhibited slurping noises. As I looked at my thick cock disappear into her wet mouth, the girth of it stretching those thick luscious lips of hers, I couldn't help but marvel at my luck.
To Be Continued..
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