Fantasy Tamanna the bitch (short story)
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In a couple of minutes I was at Tamanna's front door. As she said, it was open. So I let myself in and entered the alarm code. I made my way to her living room only to see it empty. I looked around, no sign of Tamanna in sight.

I decided to look around the house. I checked her bedroom, spare room, the office she had, no sign of her. I walked down the hallway until I came to her bathroom. I knocked on the door. "Tamanna, you in here?" I got no response. I decided to proceed in, maybe she didn't hear me, if she was even in there.

I opened the door and a rush of steam came out. From this alone, I now knew Tamanna was indeed inside, and showering. Despite knowing that though, I couldn't resist walking in.

Sure enough, there she was, in clear view behind the glass door of her shower. I couldn't help but stare as the hot water ran down her body, her soaking hair matted down to her tight body.

I was speechless as I watched Tamanna's hands moving over her glistening body, soaping and rinsing her breasts and stomach, water running down the crack of her tight little ass. Another thing that I couldn't take my eyes off when it got into my view was her pussy. I was pleasantly surprised to see she shaved completely. 


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[b]My jaw was agape, I honestly couldn't believe the sight in front of me, there was no way it could be get better. I was quickly proven wrong when I witness Tamanna insert a finger into her sex. I was now watching my beautiful best friend that I was in love with masturbate. 

Even if there was something else to look at, my eyes would be glued to Tamanna. I felt myself get hard as she went on, fondling her breasts with one hand while the other worked over her pussy. She began to moan, right around the time I got rock hard. My hand went to my cock, rubbing it through my jeans as I watched, my eyes roaming her body and her face and back again. I knew I shouldn't have spied on her, but I couldn't resist. Hell, I challenge anyone to try and resist.

It seemed like I was watching her for an eternity, but sadly eternity was about to end.

"Abi?" I heard Tamanna ask as my eyes were focused on her shaved cunt.

As soon as I heard her voice my eyes went to her face.

"I know we haven't seen each other for a couple days, but do you think you can wait in the living room?"

"Oops. Yeah. Sorry about that." I said, covering my eyes.

"Don't worry about it. Just meet me in the living room, Abi."

I nodded and turned around. I was kind of shocked at her lack of anger, or any lack of emotion for that matter. I knew we were comfortable around each other and of Tamanna's general "I don't give a fuck" attitude, but this seemed a little extreme. But I could have sworn as my eyes viewed the mirror before leaving, I saw a smug smile on her face.

"Had she planned the entire thing?"
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RE: Tamanna the bitch (short story) - by phantom_assassin - 11-04-2019, 12:08 PM
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