22-04-2019, 03:22 PM
12.d - Bigger Game
12.d - Bigger Game
As he kept tickling Shylaja's nipple hard between his thumb and the index finger, her speed on his balls increased. As she pointed out, she was too much for him. He simply could not resist her and started to cum out slightly as she kept licking. Shylaja worked like a real whore. She is the kind of girl who would have learnt and seen several hundreds of fuck styles but would still be a virgin. She was a work of beauty. Taking her tongue off his dick, she dictated, “shouldn't we be moving to a more comfortable place? May be bed side?”
Arun obeyed like a lamb. She grabbed his hands and rushed towards the room while Arun guided her with the way. It was a big bedroom with red tapestries all over the wall. The bed had a deep pink bed spread over which a thick baby pink floral pattern quilt was there. The windows were just at the right direction offering a rich view of the exterior. The double rack bed was a gift to wild fuckers. As one humps on a double rack bed, it gives the man the push and pull needed to dig the pussy. Arun was not aware of that. His world was shrunk to the size of her titties. Nothing existed in his mind! Nothing!
With the deep pink bed, an orange-yellow dull lighting and Shylaja in her dark green saree with a wet sleveeless blouse is nothing short of a dream date anyone could imagine. To spice it up, Shylaja was now in free hair. Arun was standing with dick erect in awe. Nothing ever existed in his world. She smiled at him mischievously and signaled him to come near her. She grabbed his hands and let it run on her free hair at her back. When he pruned it, she bent forward, made her mouth like a cone and took his whole length into her and started chewing its tip out. Arun was going black and white as his full length went in and out of her lips like a roller coaster.
Shylaja stood up then. “Asshole, you are such an idiot in bed matters”, she joked and hugged him. As both their bodies rubbed, she took his dick and pressed on her navel. Pushing his buttock hard, his dick slammed into her nave. Couple of drops jutted out and he was panting and heaving without control. It looked like a punishment for him. While he was struggling, she increased his desire by slamming his face in between her tits. She opened up her back to make the blouse loose and his face was buried between those jugs. He started to move up and down while friction kept building up. Shylaja was ass slapping him. My god, what a slut she will be as she grows!
“Heh, do you dance?”, she asked. “No Shylu. I am not in the mood to dance. Come, let us fuck!”, he pleaded. She chortled and said, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Bed time is not about fucking. Keep building the tension. We will reach a point where we feel like going out of control. That is when we must fuck. Now idiot, can you dance?”, as she asked, she let her hands down his balls. She reached out the spot near his butt hole with her delicate fingers. She touched the short hairs there and pulled it making him wince in pain. She kept doing that repeatedly which made his balls firm. She became excessively dominant. She took two long steps forward, removed her blouse front sideways, spitted on her nipple and juggled her jugs with both her hands fast. With her tongue sticking out and with a nasty smile.“Do like this you son of a bitch!”, she commanded and made a dance move. Stretching her legs and bringing her arms to the front, she shook her hips up and down as if doggy fucking.
“Now do like Arun. Come and stand over my thighs and do like that. Asshole. Show me what you have got. Prsscchh!”, she spitted heavily on his chest and dick and rubbed it all over his body with her hands. “Now make me wet like that. Do you really have a dick? Prove it. Now, dance!”, she spoke in a villain tone.
Arun tried his best with the lap dance. He did not do it well initially. “Think about Deepika Arun! Now dance!”, she yelled.
He moved a little back and shook his hips up and down as his dick jumped up and down, left and right.
“Oh hooooo! Yo! That was awesome! Do it.. God, it makes me so horny”, she stretched her legs on the bed, lifted her in-skirt to show those tower like slim thighs. Arun was mesmerized seeing that and he started to dance violently. “Dance! Dance! Ahh I am smoking hot!”, as he kept dancing she juggled her tits, kept spitting over her breasts and belly and started to insert her hands into her pussy. Arun kept dancing and his dick was dancing like Michael Jackson. “Heh hooker. Come here!”, another command from her and he came. She made him lie down.
She lifted her saree and in-skirt to reveal her dripping pussy. She rested her foot next to both sides of his chest over the bed and. She was about to crash her butt hole and pussy into his face. He stuck out his tongue to get a taste of that. Never ever in life, he imagined of such a thing. He saw her wet holes coming towards his face like a bomb. He could almost taste her butt hole which she drew back hastily.
Shy: “Heh, I think I will take a bath? It will be fresh. I will start to wedding immediately after we are done. Just lift my skirt and fuck. Tits can be handled. But no full undressing. Okay?”
Arun: “Oh shit girl. Let us fuck now”
Shy: “It stinks. Let me come real quick”, she took something from the bed side table and rushed to the bath room. As she opened the bath room door and went in, she called him just when she was about to close the door.
“Arun, aren't we betraying Deepika? Deepika is so soft and nice. Deepika is such a nice friend to me. Deepika is so caring”, she showered her praises.
“Oh fuck Deepika! Leave her. Deepika is a slut. We just had a bed time relationship. Thats it. Whats the matter with you. Forget her!”, he got angry.
Smiling with a confusion, she closed the door. After 5 minutes, Shylaja stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair looked disquieted and her eyes looked as if she cried. Arun was rubbing his dick when she came out and was puzzled seeing her. She was fully dressed. Before he could utter a word, she screamed stretching out a hand.
“Gooooooddddddd! Anu save me. Please Anu save me”, she screamed and scowled with a loud cry. Arun was aghast without understanding what is happening. She stretched her arms front and moved it to the direction where Arun was sitting. “look. Oh my God. What the hell is he doing. Please save me Anu! Pleaseeeeee”, she shouted. Running towards the hall, she snatched his mobile phone which was kept on the TV rack on the way to the room. Then she picked the laptop which was on the coffee table at the center of the hall. She took a left, entered a small store room and locked the door inside.
Arun without a hint of what was unfolding, pulled his trouser and came to the hall. He could see his mobile and laptop taken away. He went near the door and shouted, “you bitch! Don't try anything silly. I warn you. I have so many copies in different places. I warn you bitch. Don't spoil your sister's life. I know you bitch will do something like this. I have another laptop and that is where I have all the things”, he was laughing whole heartedly.
“Enough sucker! Don't lie”, she replied.
Arun: “You bitch, you can't open my devices without my password. Don't act smart. Step out you slut. Let me fuck you”, again a loud laugh roared.
She did not talk at all. Almost 3 minutes went on without a word spoken.
Arun: “Bitch, this is your last warning. If you come out, I will give all the content to you. Just 1 steamy sex session. That is all I need. If you stay any longer in, I will upload them. I have my another laptop right here”, he pulled out a rack and within that, a laptop was ready in the login screen.
Shylaja 's heart was pounding within. She was helpless. All her efforts went in vain. She opened the door.
Arun: “Look at you loser! Give those things”, he collected devices from her and threw it on sofa and showed her the laptop which had the videos. “You slut. Hooker! I know you can't be trusted. Slutty bitch! The moment I saw you in saree, I realized it is a trap. Now I gonna spank you real hard and tear your ass. Come here and lick my balls”, he laughed too loud that it annoyed her.
Shylaja was sweating and shivering in fear. She went and knelt near his trouser. Just as she was about to touch his dick, his cell phone whirred. A faint smile came on Shylaja's lips. “Sucker, pick it up!”, there came a voice so hard and aggressive. Arun could not get her point. “Pick it up asshole”
He picked up the call. “Heh you sucker! I have your nude dance! Your remarks about Deepika and Shylaja crying out for help. Which one you wanted to post online first?”. His face turned red in horror. “What the hell are you talking bitch?”, he retorted.
“Bitch! Ok motherfucker! Turn on your Skype. Give me your id”, as he gave his id, he saw a call coming in his laptop. As he turned it on, it showed a video. On the screen, he could see a browser window reading xboard.us with a post saying Arun's tribute for Simran. Special nude dance! As someone switched tabs, there were videos that are ready to be uploaded on rapidshare, youtube and other file servers.
As the person played the video, it showed a nude boy dancing with his dick waving up and down. The second video showed him remarking nastily about Deepika and the third showed a girl crying for help.
The other windows had comments written on a blog post. “Homosexual Guy with a huge dick dancing for his boy friend” and the videos were ready to be uploaded.
Arun stood speechless with sweating. His dick shrunk back to size of a peanut. Shylaja was staring at him in complete satisfaction. She went near him and spitted a big bulb of saliva. And the phone voice told, “Fucker you can retain Srilekha's videos. That is your wish. But we too have tens and twenty copies of yours. You will be fucked up if you mess with us. Better delete her videos in front of her. Otherwise, your photos will be all over the internet.
Without a word he stammered across the hall and took out his another mobile. He opened and showed the video to Shylaja. She collected the memory card and broke it. The laptop video copy was then shredded in front of her as per the telephone caller's command. The skype called revealed that it was another girl doing all these but her face was not shown. Finally she told, “And I will remove all the copies but I know you guys. You can have other copies and shag. And so do we will retain these. It might even go to the security officer if you do something bad”, the threat was real and straight forward to which he did not open his mouth.
Shylaja dressed up. As she was about to leave the house, she turned to him to wave her hands. It was then he noticed carefully. A Sony mobile with a dark green cover. She was hiding it along with her saree front near the bathroom door. She kept it above her pillow when he was dancing. And finally took a selfish video calling for help. The lust covered his eyes pushing him in deep shit !
More to come..
12.d - Bigger Game
As he kept tickling Shylaja's nipple hard between his thumb and the index finger, her speed on his balls increased. As she pointed out, she was too much for him. He simply could not resist her and started to cum out slightly as she kept licking. Shylaja worked like a real whore. She is the kind of girl who would have learnt and seen several hundreds of fuck styles but would still be a virgin. She was a work of beauty. Taking her tongue off his dick, she dictated, “shouldn't we be moving to a more comfortable place? May be bed side?”
Arun obeyed like a lamb. She grabbed his hands and rushed towards the room while Arun guided her with the way. It was a big bedroom with red tapestries all over the wall. The bed had a deep pink bed spread over which a thick baby pink floral pattern quilt was there. The windows were just at the right direction offering a rich view of the exterior. The double rack bed was a gift to wild fuckers. As one humps on a double rack bed, it gives the man the push and pull needed to dig the pussy. Arun was not aware of that. His world was shrunk to the size of her titties. Nothing existed in his mind! Nothing!
With the deep pink bed, an orange-yellow dull lighting and Shylaja in her dark green saree with a wet sleveeless blouse is nothing short of a dream date anyone could imagine. To spice it up, Shylaja was now in free hair. Arun was standing with dick erect in awe. Nothing ever existed in his world. She smiled at him mischievously and signaled him to come near her. She grabbed his hands and let it run on her free hair at her back. When he pruned it, she bent forward, made her mouth like a cone and took his whole length into her and started chewing its tip out. Arun was going black and white as his full length went in and out of her lips like a roller coaster.
Shylaja stood up then. “Asshole, you are such an idiot in bed matters”, she joked and hugged him. As both their bodies rubbed, she took his dick and pressed on her navel. Pushing his buttock hard, his dick slammed into her nave. Couple of drops jutted out and he was panting and heaving without control. It looked like a punishment for him. While he was struggling, she increased his desire by slamming his face in between her tits. She opened up her back to make the blouse loose and his face was buried between those jugs. He started to move up and down while friction kept building up. Shylaja was ass slapping him. My god, what a slut she will be as she grows!
“Heh, do you dance?”, she asked. “No Shylu. I am not in the mood to dance. Come, let us fuck!”, he pleaded. She chortled and said, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Bed time is not about fucking. Keep building the tension. We will reach a point where we feel like going out of control. That is when we must fuck. Now idiot, can you dance?”, as she asked, she let her hands down his balls. She reached out the spot near his butt hole with her delicate fingers. She touched the short hairs there and pulled it making him wince in pain. She kept doing that repeatedly which made his balls firm. She became excessively dominant. She took two long steps forward, removed her blouse front sideways, spitted on her nipple and juggled her jugs with both her hands fast. With her tongue sticking out and with a nasty smile.“Do like this you son of a bitch!”, she commanded and made a dance move. Stretching her legs and bringing her arms to the front, she shook her hips up and down as if doggy fucking.
“Now do like Arun. Come and stand over my thighs and do like that. Asshole. Show me what you have got. Prsscchh!”, she spitted heavily on his chest and dick and rubbed it all over his body with her hands. “Now make me wet like that. Do you really have a dick? Prove it. Now, dance!”, she spoke in a villain tone.
Arun tried his best with the lap dance. He did not do it well initially. “Think about Deepika Arun! Now dance!”, she yelled.
He moved a little back and shook his hips up and down as his dick jumped up and down, left and right.
“Oh hooooo! Yo! That was awesome! Do it.. God, it makes me so horny”, she stretched her legs on the bed, lifted her in-skirt to show those tower like slim thighs. Arun was mesmerized seeing that and he started to dance violently. “Dance! Dance! Ahh I am smoking hot!”, as he kept dancing she juggled her tits, kept spitting over her breasts and belly and started to insert her hands into her pussy. Arun kept dancing and his dick was dancing like Michael Jackson. “Heh hooker. Come here!”, another command from her and he came. She made him lie down.
She lifted her saree and in-skirt to reveal her dripping pussy. She rested her foot next to both sides of his chest over the bed and. She was about to crash her butt hole and pussy into his face. He stuck out his tongue to get a taste of that. Never ever in life, he imagined of such a thing. He saw her wet holes coming towards his face like a bomb. He could almost taste her butt hole which she drew back hastily.
Shy: “Heh, I think I will take a bath? It will be fresh. I will start to wedding immediately after we are done. Just lift my skirt and fuck. Tits can be handled. But no full undressing. Okay?”
Arun: “Oh shit girl. Let us fuck now”
Shy: “It stinks. Let me come real quick”, she took something from the bed side table and rushed to the bath room. As she opened the bath room door and went in, she called him just when she was about to close the door.
“Arun, aren't we betraying Deepika? Deepika is so soft and nice. Deepika is such a nice friend to me. Deepika is so caring”, she showered her praises.
“Oh fuck Deepika! Leave her. Deepika is a slut. We just had a bed time relationship. Thats it. Whats the matter with you. Forget her!”, he got angry.
Smiling with a confusion, she closed the door. After 5 minutes, Shylaja stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair looked disquieted and her eyes looked as if she cried. Arun was rubbing his dick when she came out and was puzzled seeing her. She was fully dressed. Before he could utter a word, she screamed stretching out a hand.
“Gooooooddddddd! Anu save me. Please Anu save me”, she screamed and scowled with a loud cry. Arun was aghast without understanding what is happening. She stretched her arms front and moved it to the direction where Arun was sitting. “look. Oh my God. What the hell is he doing. Please save me Anu! Pleaseeeeee”, she shouted. Running towards the hall, she snatched his mobile phone which was kept on the TV rack on the way to the room. Then she picked the laptop which was on the coffee table at the center of the hall. She took a left, entered a small store room and locked the door inside.
Arun without a hint of what was unfolding, pulled his trouser and came to the hall. He could see his mobile and laptop taken away. He went near the door and shouted, “you bitch! Don't try anything silly. I warn you. I have so many copies in different places. I warn you bitch. Don't spoil your sister's life. I know you bitch will do something like this. I have another laptop and that is where I have all the things”, he was laughing whole heartedly.
“Enough sucker! Don't lie”, she replied.
Arun: “You bitch, you can't open my devices without my password. Don't act smart. Step out you slut. Let me fuck you”, again a loud laugh roared.
She did not talk at all. Almost 3 minutes went on without a word spoken.
Arun: “Bitch, this is your last warning. If you come out, I will give all the content to you. Just 1 steamy sex session. That is all I need. If you stay any longer in, I will upload them. I have my another laptop right here”, he pulled out a rack and within that, a laptop was ready in the login screen.
Shylaja 's heart was pounding within. She was helpless. All her efforts went in vain. She opened the door.
Arun: “Look at you loser! Give those things”, he collected devices from her and threw it on sofa and showed her the laptop which had the videos. “You slut. Hooker! I know you can't be trusted. Slutty bitch! The moment I saw you in saree, I realized it is a trap. Now I gonna spank you real hard and tear your ass. Come here and lick my balls”, he laughed too loud that it annoyed her.
Shylaja was sweating and shivering in fear. She went and knelt near his trouser. Just as she was about to touch his dick, his cell phone whirred. A faint smile came on Shylaja's lips. “Sucker, pick it up!”, there came a voice so hard and aggressive. Arun could not get her point. “Pick it up asshole”
He picked up the call. “Heh you sucker! I have your nude dance! Your remarks about Deepika and Shylaja crying out for help. Which one you wanted to post online first?”. His face turned red in horror. “What the hell are you talking bitch?”, he retorted.
“Bitch! Ok motherfucker! Turn on your Skype. Give me your id”, as he gave his id, he saw a call coming in his laptop. As he turned it on, it showed a video. On the screen, he could see a browser window reading xboard.us with a post saying Arun's tribute for Simran. Special nude dance! As someone switched tabs, there were videos that are ready to be uploaded on rapidshare, youtube and other file servers.
As the person played the video, it showed a nude boy dancing with his dick waving up and down. The second video showed him remarking nastily about Deepika and the third showed a girl crying for help.
The other windows had comments written on a blog post. “Homosexual Guy with a huge dick dancing for his boy friend” and the videos were ready to be uploaded.
Arun stood speechless with sweating. His dick shrunk back to size of a peanut. Shylaja was staring at him in complete satisfaction. She went near him and spitted a big bulb of saliva. And the phone voice told, “Fucker you can retain Srilekha's videos. That is your wish. But we too have tens and twenty copies of yours. You will be fucked up if you mess with us. Better delete her videos in front of her. Otherwise, your photos will be all over the internet.
Without a word he stammered across the hall and took out his another mobile. He opened and showed the video to Shylaja. She collected the memory card and broke it. The laptop video copy was then shredded in front of her as per the telephone caller's command. The skype called revealed that it was another girl doing all these but her face was not shown. Finally she told, “And I will remove all the copies but I know you guys. You can have other copies and shag. And so do we will retain these. It might even go to the security officer if you do something bad”, the threat was real and straight forward to which he did not open his mouth.
Shylaja dressed up. As she was about to leave the house, she turned to him to wave her hands. It was then he noticed carefully. A Sony mobile with a dark green cover. She was hiding it along with her saree front near the bathroom door. She kept it above her pillow when he was dancing. And finally took a selfish video calling for help. The lust covered his eyes pushing him in deep shit !
More to come..
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