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Raj and Damu have known Chalapthi for years, they all went to college together and have stayed good friends ever since. Against their best advice, Chalapthi went and got himself married to a girl. It didn't last above a couple of years, but they did manage to have a little girl called Sanusha. Sanusha was all grown up now, and on the cusp of celebrating her 21st birthday...




Since her parents' divorce Sanusha had spent every other weekend at her dad's flat, but as she got older she had merely used it as a weekend crash pad for meeting her friends. Instead of getting stressed about it like he used to, Chalapthi simply started to invite his own friends round so that he wouldn't be pissed off if she just went out on Saturday night and left him home alone.

So every two weeks Raj and Damu came round, had a few beers and watched Match of the Day; sooner or later Sanusha would arrive home, slump into a chair and promptly fall asleep.



This week, Chalapthi had started drinking even before his friends arrived, and consequently had fallen asleep just before the first innings . Raj and Damu meanwhile, took great delight in cheering on their side, laughing as Chalapthi snored and snuffled, still holding tight to his half empty beer bottle of lager.

The Match finished and Raj and Damu flicked the DVD player on, sure enough... porn! Raj and Damu laughed together, calling their sleeping friend a 'tosser' and then settled down to watch. They were both quite merry now and somewhat bemused to hear the doorbell ring.



Damu got up and went to answer the door, only to find Sanusha almost falling through the doorway.

"Lost my key..." she slurred as she fell into his arms, spilling the contents of her bag across the hall carpet.

"Chalapthi... your daughter's home!" Chuckled Damu as he led the girl into the lounge.

"Waste of time talking to him mate, he's out of it."

"Terrific," said Damu, tipping the drunken girl into a chair. "Get us another beer Raj, and you better bring some water for Sanusha too."



Raj was already on his way to the kitchen, leaving Damu on his own with the two drunks. He turned his attention back to the DVD that had started playing; on the screen a blond girl was being fucked at both ends by two enormous cocks.

Raj returned, thrusting a fresh cold beer into Damu's outstretched hand and then placing a pint of water on the table next to the girl.

"Cheers mate. This is some pretty good porn ain't it?"

"Yeah, I lent it him a couple of months back, got it off a friend of mine. I can get you some if you like."

"Yeah, cheers... good quality too."

"Yeah, it's pirate, but you wouldn't know it."

The two guys settled in to watch the girl getting thoroughly fucked, but Damu's eyes kept drifting over to the young girl who sat to his left. She was a fine looking girl for sure, not surprising with a hottie like for a mother. She was still slumped pretty much where he had put her, but Damu noticed that she seemed to be staring at the TV through her half-closed eyes and her hand seemed to have fallen between her legs. Her hair had fallen over her face a bit, so it was hard to be sure, but Damu was sure she was watching the porn and touching herself.


After a while he noticed her legs move slightly, as if she was making room for her fingers maybe... His cock hardened as he watched her slowly moving her arm as she massaged her clit.

"Raj," he hissed. "Look!"

He pointed at the girl and Raj stared in disbelief, from where he was sitting it was even more obvious what the girl was up to.



Raj gave Chalapthi a shove in the arm.

"Hey mate I think you need to sort your daughter out..."

Chalapthi snored loudly and finally tipped his beer over his leg.

The two men laughed at their friend's misfortune.

"I think he's out for the night!"

"Yep, if that don't wake him up, nothing will!"

The two men looked back at the girl who was still again now.

"Maybe she was just scratching her leg?"

"Yeah... or maybe she's just young and horny?"

"And drunk."

"And drunk, yes..."

"So..."

They looked at their old friend Chalapthi.

"Well, he's fucked..."

They both got up and moved over to the girl who muttered something beneath her breath.

"C'mon Sanusha, let's get you to bed."

Sanusha groaned as Raj gripped her arm and started to pull her out of the chair.

"C'mon, this way," he said.

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Raj led the girl to Chalapthi's bedroom while Damu followed allowing himself one last glance back into the lounge at his slumbering friend.

Raj laid the girl on the double bed and turned to see Damu enter the room and shut the door.



"He's completely out of it..."

Raj smiled and knelt on the floor next to the bed. He slipped the girl's shoes off her feet and placed them on the floor by the bed. Then he moved up her bare legs to her denim skirt, which was riding up to expose her pale blue knickers. As Raj moved her legs, a small wet patch showed darker on the material, confirming his suspicions.

He looked up at the girl's face and slid his hand up her leg towards her pussy. The girl's legs opened a fraction, as if welcoming his touch and Raj took this as a green light. He placed his hands on Sanusha's knees and pushed them apart, while Damu held her leg up and Raj moved closer and pressed his face in between her thighs, breathing the scent of her wet pussy through her damp knickers.



"Fuck, she smells good..." he sighed.

Then he reached up and slid his hand under her pink T-shirt. Her bra offered little resistance and her  tits were soon freed. He gently stroked her nipples between his fingers while Damu let go of her leg and moved upwards towards her head. He undid his jeans and stepped out of them, pulling his boxers down to expose his thick cock.

He looked down at the girl and pumped his meat in his fist a few times, before kneeling on the bed and leaning over the girl's head, pushing his prick towards her mouth.



Raj had pulled the girl's panties aside now and was teasing her moist slit with his tongue. His cock was pressed hard into the mattress and he couldn't wait to slide it into his friend's daughter's tight, young hole.

Sanusha opened her mouth to accept his cock and soon he was bobbing up and down as he slid it into her mouth over and over again. He looked down at his friend licking the girl's pussy and picked up the pace, enjoying the feel of her wet mouth and slippery tongue.



Then Raj got up off the bed to remove his own jeans, all the while watching intently as Sanusha got her mouth fucked by Damu's rock hard cock. He gently squeezed his own balls and tugged his meat as he looked on and then knelt on the bed.

Damu pulled his cock out of the girl's mouth and pulled the teenager up by her shoulders 'til she was sitting up. Then Raj pulled her forward onto all fours and guided his own cock into her mouth. Sanusha seemed a bit more awake now and able to hold herself up while they used her.



Behind her, Damu pushed her short skirt up and pulled her knickers down to her knees. He parted her cheeks to take a look at her ass and had to fight the urge to force his prick into her gorgeous little asshole. Instead he slid his hand between her thighs and carefully but firmly pushed his finger into her pussy. She was so tight he couldn't believe it, but after a few minutes he finally managed to get a second finger into her wet pussy.

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Sanusha's head bobbed up and down on Raj's cock and he responded by slowly pushing his hips forward to fuck her mouth. He held her blond hair in his fists as he felt his cock sliding deeper into her mouth with every thrust.



Sanusha felt the second finger enter her and groaned as Damu stretched her cunt ready for his prick. A rush of juices filled her hole making it easier for Damu and soon his fingers were in as deep as they could get.

He pulled his fingers out, wiping the juices across the tip of his swollen cockhead, before placing it between her thighs and pushing it in. He gasped as he felt her engulf him with her tight pussy, and she nearly gagged on Raj's thick cock as Damu pushed into her, but neither man stopped or made allowances, they were too focussed on their own pleasure.

"Fuck," hissed Damu. "She so fucking tight!"



"Maybe she's a virgin," gasped Raj as his cock twitched inside the girl's mouth. He pulled his cock out for a second and took some deep breaths, trying to desperately to keep himself under control.

He looked down at the girl and asked her if she was a virgin. She half nodded and dropped her face to the bed, struggling to keep upright as Damu fucked her harder and harder.



Raj stood back and walked round behind the girl, while Damu pulled his cock out and moved round to her head. He lifted her head back up and slid his cock between her lips, while now it was Raj's turn to slide his (thicker) prick into the girl's well lubricated hole.

She grunted as the two men fucked her holes, a natural rhythm developing between the three of them.

"That's it, suck all your sweet pussy juice off my cock..." taunted Damu as he watched his length push into her mouth.



Raj twisted the girl's skirt around until the zipper was on top and then undid it. He quickly pulled his cock out and yanked the skirt (and her panties) down and off her legs. In the process, he pushed her legs together and Sanusha collapsed onto the bed again, in the process Damu's cock slipped out of her mouth as she fell, leaving a smear of saliva and pussy juice across her face.



Raj tossed the skirt aside and pulled the girl back to the edge of the bed, splaying her legs either side of his head. He pushed two fingers into her and used his free hand to part her ass cheeks. His tongue darted forward and he pushed it against her asshole it was tight but he pushed harder until his tongue forced it's way into her ass. Sanusha moaned at his double assault, grinding her cunt against his fingers and knuckles while Damu looked on, pumping his throbbing cock.

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Damu then turned towards the bedside table and noticed a small tin of lip balm hiding behind the lamp. He picked it up ad pulled the lid off before tossing it to his friend. Raj pulled his fingers out of Sanusha's cunt and stuffed the tips into the pot, he dug out a good dollop of the thick jelly and smeared it between her cheeks, then dug in again and got an even bigger lump which he pushed against her tight hole, before forcing his finger inside.



Sanusha mumbled a protest, but Raj ignored her, fucking her asshole with his finger until he managed to get a second one in. He paused to apply still more of the jelly and then turned to Damu.

"You better go first," he smirked.

Damu jumped at the chance and rushed around to the other side of the bed, ready to impale the girl on his pulsing cock. But instead Raj had another idea and laid down on his back. Between them, the two men lifted the girl on top of him and Raj fed his cock up into her hungry pussy.



Sanusha moaned with pleasure as she felt Raj's chunky dick filling her up again. Beneath her Raj reached up and slid his fingers under her T-shirt and started pulling on her nipples, which brought more moans from the girl on top of him.

Behind her Damu watched as his friend's meat speared into the girl, each thrust opening her ass cheeks and giving him a glimpse of the shiny balm oozing from her tight ass.

He knelt on the bed and pressed the tip of his cock against her puckered hole, relishing the sensation as her tightness throttled his burning cock. Sanusha grunted and moaned as Damu's prick gradually pushed it's way inside her, until she was crammed with both guy's meat.

Damu started to ream the girl's ass, while Raj remained fairly still. Many times Damu would pull his cock almost all the way out only to plunge it all the way in, his hips smacking into the young girl's ass cheeks with force.



Eventually Damu pulled out completely and lay back on the bed next to them. Raj lifted the girl off him and placed her on top of his friend, facing up. She slid down his body and Damu eased his cock into her asshole once more, then Raj moved between her open thighs and slammed his cock into her willing cunt.

Now it was his turn to go at her hard and he really pounded her, every thrust lifting her almost off Damu's cock, before she fell back onto it again on the outstroke. As Raj fucked her hard, Sanusha started to get louder and louder and Damu reached up and put his hand over her mouth, scared to death that she might wake her father with her cries.



But Raj was oblivious, his face curled into a snarl as he slammed into the girl over and over until he felt his balls tighten and unload into her hot little cunt. He continued fucking her for as long as he could, but eventually he slid out of her and stood there watching as his cum started to trickle out of her well used hole.

Beneath her, Damu started to push upwards, bouncing her on his aching cock while Raj knelt on the bed and offered his sticky cock to the girl's mouth. Sanusha sucked him clean while Damu continued to fuck her ass, he couldn't last much longer and within a couple of minutes it was his turn to empty his balls inside the horny teen.



As Damu groaned through his orgasm, Raj pulled his softening cock out of the girl's mouth and wiped it on her cheek. Suddenly he felt stone cold sober and he lifted the girl off his friend's flagging cock and threw her over his shoulder.



"Mate, we better get this place cleaned up before Chalapthi wakes up...!"

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Please select one actress from below list before 6:00 PM

Arthana Binu 



Namitha Pramod 



Aishwarya lekshmi 



Samyuktha hegde

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When this story happened I was 20years old. I am medium build, straight black hair, black eyes with a hint of brown, a moustache and goatee often accompanied by scurfy beard, skin is mix of fair yellow and natural tan. I am not 'some macho guy who can make girls panties drop with just a look', but a guy who would be called cute and nice, a guy with a smile that can make girls giggle, the good looking smart guy who would have few crushes.


Having nothing to do, I took a little stroll my friend Rakesh's house. His parents were out, visiting a marriage in the next town. When I went in and checked in his room, he wasn't there. I roam in the house looking for him. I don't remember why I went in to the bathroom. But boy, Am I glad that I did!

I heard the shower running, as turn my head I saw the silhouette of a naked girl with petite body through the blurry glass door. My breathing became heavy and my heart started pounding like crazy. I could feel the bulge forming in my pants. I became paralyzed, as I watched the petite 22 year old girl showered. The foam and water brushing her perfect fair skin. 'Namitha Pramod' was the only a gasp escaped my mouth as I stood still like a statue. For a moment I wondered if she's really the Medusa (from Greek mythology).



Namitha is Rakesh's elder sister who was pursuing her post graduation. She has a giggle that can mesmerize you away. She used to smile at me with her perfect teeth whenever I was with her brother. That somehow made me think that she likes me, maybe it was just a delusion. I didn't know. So with that thought I took a step towards the glass door testing my luck.

People say' when someone is watching you, you can feel their gaze'. In the same way Namitha felt someone watching her, she opened the shower door to check if it was real, only to find me staring at her naked body with a bulge in my pants. I could see the strands of wet black hair and the drops of water dripping down her milky white skin. All my blood rushed to the dick making it even harder.



 Namitha stared at me for few seconds before covering her body with the hands looking away from me. But my gaze still stayed her petite milky breasts with nipples hidden away behind her palms. Having all the blood rushing to my dick, the brain became idle and my body kind of moved on its own to pull away Namitha's hands which were covering her tits. (May be I WAS thinking with my dick!?) I felt her soft wrists in my fists as I held them trying to have a good look at the perfect body.

The beautiful Namitha then yanked hear hands off my fists and moved away from me till towards the wall of the shower as I was blocking the way out unintentionally. I felt she wasn't resisting much, I thought maybe she too desires the same. I felt the urge. I need her... I need to fuck her. There is no other way. I SHOULD do IT. (in my defence, I was thinking with my dick). I took few steps and kissed her lips, I could taste the water on her lips, smell the fragrance of shampoo and scent of her skin. I sucked on those juicy lips as I kissed while she didn't kiss back. She pulled away breaking the kiss and questioned "Why are you here? What the hell are you doing in bathroom, Aryan?" with a angry gaze that made me feel like 'she would really turn me into stone if she could'. If I was in my right mood I would have apologized and left right away, but fortunately I wasn't.



The lust reached all over my body and it was even showing up in my eyes. For my lust filled eyes she looked even sexier in anger. I replied "Doesn't matter" as I pinned her against the wall and kissed her sexy neck. Her scent was making my mind go blank, maybe it was already blank. "My brother's not here" she protested, pushing her hands against my chest. "I know " I pulled her hands up and pinned them both with one hand while the other squeezed her right breast. Oh boy, they are sooo softtttt. "Then you can leave" she struggled trying to get away from my grip like prey caught in trap. The primal urge took over me. I grabbed fistful of her and nibbled her ear like a predator going for the kill. To my surprise there was a moan.. not too loud but significant enough. Then she pushed her body against me, still struggling to get me off.



I tightened my left fist gripping on her hair and lowered the right to cup her ass which is as soft as her breasts but only bigger. I pushed my lips against hers and kissed on aggressively. In a few seconds she bit my lip gently and gave in, kissing me back. The pride of victory took over my body made my dick even harder and sent mad lust all over. With the acceptance signal, I dared more and laced both my hands against her small waist and lower my mouth a bit to suck on her petite bouncing breasts. Namitha ran her fingers through my hair, moaning in between as I suck. Being a mad predator full of lust, I bit her nipple leaving a mark. The hard bite brought Namitha back to her senses. She whimpered and pushed me away gently saying 'It hurts...' not wanting it to go any further.

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She was in her senses but I was NOT. I ignored her push and brushed my hand around her belly then went on to circle her belly button with my index finger. She resisted and moved away from me pressing against the other wall. I wasn't taking the hints anymore, I was hard and horny and I wasn't gonna stop until I am done. My fingers travelled down, stroking against her waist and reached her crotch. It was smoothly shaved letting my fingers feels the soft flesh. The fingers rubbed her pussy that was wet with all her slimy love juices. Namitha wasn't gonna take it anymore and nor she's gonna be subtle about it. She pushed my hand away and slid down the wall sitting on the floor so that I can't touch her womanhood anymore. I was way beyond reasoning. I unzipped my trousers, took out my hard dick that was as hot as molten steel and stuffed it in Namitha's mouth. She stayed idle and looked up to me with strong gaze, refusing to obey.



In the heat of the moment I slapped and grabbed fistful of hairs pulling her head closer, but she still refused, pushed my hips away and turned her head away. The mad lust turned into anger, 'SHE CAN'T DO THIS!! NOT TO ME!! NOT BEFORE I'M DONE!' In the rage and lust I slapped her with my dick. This new development scared her. She stood up and tried opening the bathroom door to run away. Not missing the opportunity, I held her from her back and pinned her against the wall with hands holding her shoulders. I did not think... the words just came out. "You can't go now ... YOU SLUT!" I smacked the ass making it sting a bit. "Why are you here if my brother's not home?" she asked as she shove her body back into mine trying to slip away.



"Coz you ARE here" I pinned her there with one hand and inserted two fingers into her shaven pussy. She left out a moan quietly and tried to turn around. But I wasn't giving her any chance to slip away. I slipped third finger in her pussy and start fingering her rapidly ignoring her pleas, while kissing her sexy neck taking whatever I want. " Just ..umm... let..m-me turn around...aahhh pleaaaseeee~" she continued pleading moaning softly. "NOT YET!" I slipped two more fingers and started fisting her pussy. "Ahh... NOOO... ummm PLEAAASE" she let out screams mixed with moans and went on pleading as she felt the pain and the pleasure "Please... I W-will sit on the counterrr ..ahhmmm and open my l-legs for youuu~" she moaned louder shaking a bit.



After making sure that she really did come around, I let my hand go and helped her turn around. She leaned up and kissed before pushing herself up onto the counter and opening her legs for me. I held her hair with one hand used other to position the tip of my dick in her pussy. Then I gave a hard thrust putting all my weight behind it burying it deep in Namitha's teen pussy. "Aghhhmmm~" a hard moan escaped from both our mouths as my dick hit her womb. I continued the rhythmic thrusts gradually picking up speed. The sound of periodic *thapakk thupakk * echoed in the bathroom along with our hard moans and heavy breathing. 



I felt her tight slimy pussy tighten even more, around my hard dick. I thrust harder and harder, my balls slapping her ass with each thrust. Namitha wrapped her legs around my waist and held on tight as if a storm gonna come and push her away. Then she bit my neck a little holding me tight. "You really are my little bitch... aren't you?" I continued ramming her tightening pussy biting on her juicy lower lip. The next thing I heard is a loud "AHHHHHHHHGHHHMMMMMM" sound which sounded like both moan and scream. With the fisting and the hard ramming, her pussy had enough. IT pulsated around my dick Cumming hard, she kept shaking and her tits were bouncing like crazy. The orgasm lasted for a while.

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Then she panted for a while, once she got her breath back she leaned onto me loosening the grip and whispered "Fuck my ass and finger my pussy" biting her lip. I couldn't believe my luck. Without further delay I pulled out my hard dick lubricated in her cum out of her pussy and put in the tiny asshole. 'AGHHH' with a grunt I thrust my dick in the tight ass. After a couple of hard thrusts it went all the way in. "OH GODDD" she gasped. I tried to move my dick in the hole but it was too tight, in few seconds I started moving my dick. Slowly I picked up the pace. Then I slid three fingers in her cunt and pinched the clit with other two. Instead of crying or screaming, Namitha moaned to my surprise. She leaned back giving me access to her ass to fuck it hard. Seeing her like 'A bitch in heat brought out more primal instincts out of me. I grabbed her throat with the free hand and continued fucking her ass, fingering her cunt and twisting her clit... HAAARDDDERRRR AND FASTERRRRR.



She let out series of moans matching my thrusts and held onto to the counter. I started pounding her ass grunting as the tiny hole gripped my fat dick so tight as if it's going to rip it off and swallow it in. I kept pounding and fingering her while sucking on her tits and biting them at times. "FUCK ahhhmmm ME haaardddderrrr... you ufff are the b-BEST ...Fucker... ahhhmmm~" she went on moaning and blabbering giving in to the LUST. These moans made me go extra mile and I started fucking her even harder pounding her instinctively. I released her throat and grabbed the hair that is dry then, may be because of all the heat of fuck. Then I forced her to look into my eyes pounding her harder than ever. "Who is my little bitch?" I asked.



"I a-am... I AMMM YOUR L-LITTLE BITCHHH" she replied looking back into my eyes. Her eyes, her voice and the tight little hole... I couldn't hold it any more. "UGHHHHHHHaaaaaaa" I came in her tight little ass flooding it with my thick sticky seed, fingering her cunt hard. The next moment she too came moving on my fingers, moaning through the roof. We both went on cumming and shaking for a while. Then we passed out in the same pose being exhausted.



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my name is Aishwarya Lekshmi. I am a 29 year old single woman working in a multinational bank. Looks dept I ‘m an extremely attractive young woman with milky fair complexion. Since I am a fitness fanatic my body is in great shape too. I am 32 26 32 and I know most of my clients drool when I wear a tight kamis or a tight t-shirt to work. My long legs look gorgeous in well fitting denims or suit pants and I know all the tricks to make a man notice me.




I had lost my virginity at the hand of my neighbor at an age of 19 and knew that woman’s body can be used or abused by a man depending upon how a woman wants it. I use my body sparingly and at appropriate moments to make sure I get what I want.

Recently there was a NRI client called Ajay Das who had an investment of close to a corer to make in mutual funds and life insurance policies. I was following that client strongly but knew that competition was strong. There were executive of 2 banks and a brokerage house also pursuing the same piece of pie. This had happened when our annual appraisal were only 2 months away and I knew the importance of making Mr. Das sign with us.



During the long rounds of discussions I noticed that among my 3 competitors 2 were boys and one was a plain dark unattractive girl for whom no man can desire. Frailly a day before the final meeting when the decision was to happen I made up my mind and prepared myself. I went to Mr. Das’s residence about 1 hours earlier than scheduled. When he himself opened the door I saw the look in his eyes and knew I had won.

I was dressed in a pink spaghetti strap top and tight cream stretch pants. The thin straps did little to hide the huge swell of my milky breasts and the trouser showed my round ass cheeks and my long legs to their advantage.



“you are early Aishwarya,” He said asking me to come in. He used to live alone in a 2 bedroom flat.

“Yes Sir I wanted to go over some of the charts that I have made,” I said and pecked his cheek instead of restricting myself to the usual handshake. He was clearly distracted by my beauty and the strong sexual aura I was exuding. However he was also enjoying the fact that I was wearing an expensive dress and expensive perfume. He said sure and asked me if I wanted a drink. I refused and told him to take one for himself if he wanted.



When we sat next to each other I allowed my thighs to rest against his. Since he was dressed in Bermuda shorts his hairy leg was bruising against my trouser clad thigh. It was giving me the most sensual feeling to know that he was getting aroused. I was touching his arm his hand with my own on the pretext of explaining him the salient points. Slowly he started responding my pushing his leg against mine while his hand accidentally touched my bare arms. I moved closer to make sure that now he could also enjoy the feel of my swelling of right breast pushing against his forearm. I am a young woman and it took no time for my feelings to arouse and I felt my breast going pleasantly stiff. Soon there shape was visible against the tight fabric of my top.

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Finally after half an hour of this the man in Mr. Das responded I could see that he had difficulties in controlling his erection that was getting visibly every minute. Suddenly he put his right palm against the bare portion of my back. I turned to him and smiled.

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“All this and what is inside is yours for this portfolio Mr. Das, yes or no?” Mr. Das gaped open mouthed to me. He did not expect me to be so direct.

“Yes or no?” I asked and slowly lowered my right strap to my forearms allowing him to see the top half of my milky breast,”

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The next minute he violently grabbed me and pulled me to him kissing my lips and kneading the half naked breast. I pushed him aside and repeated my question.

“Yes God Yes,”

“then I am all yours,” I said. Before he could reach for me I pushed the copy of portfolio agreement to him and told him to sign it while I get out of these clothes. Das would have signed his own death warrant to see my naked body. I stripped my top and trousers and stood in white strapless brassiere and panties of sheer satin. Das grabbed me and holding my buttocks in his hands started to kiss me.



 I responded to his kiss and inserted my tongue in his mouth. My expert hands found his tool inside his shorts and I started to massage its head.

“Just take off my bra and panties and I am all yours,” I said. Immediately he fumbled behind my back and unhooked my brassiere and threw it on the sofa. Then he lowered my panties and when he saw my smooth shaven cunt lips he went wild. 



Sitting on his knees he kneed it and then sucked at it. He used to his teeth to bite me gently while I Oohed and aahed. The touch of a man’s tongue was most peasant on my pussylips and I became wet almost instantaneously. His hands reached up and started to knead my breasts. My nipples went hard to his touch and I pressed his hands with mine to increase the pressure. After some time we retired to the sofa. I lay on my back and hooked one leg over the back to allow him wide access. Meanwhile Das’s dick had become hard like a rod. He was medium sized but well endowed in breadth. I massaged his dick and pushed the foreskin back.



“Whatever you want just tell me Sir, I am yours,” I said biting his ears. Das told me to suck him. I pushed him on his back and sat on the floor on my knees. Then I wrapped my mouth around his shaft and started to suck him while massaging his hairy balls with my slim fingers. I did not like to take that thing in mouth but a deal was a deal and all that. I gave him a nice blowjob while he played with my boobs and back. After some time I got up and stood bent at waist in front of him.

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“you can fuck me like a bitch Sir,” I said. Das needed no second invitations. Standing up he held my breasts with both hands and expertly slid his large cock inside my wet soggy cunt. As the pressure on my breasts intensified I screamed with pain and pleasure and started to thrust using my buttocks. Das’s balls were slapping against my ass cheeks. My nipples were hard like pebbles and the constant pulling and kneading was hurting my breasts. 



But I knew after this afternoon my promotion was assured. Das went on like this for about 10 minutes before his pressure on my breasts intensified and then with a huge thrust he rammed his cock full inside my pussy and kept it there as it shot load after load of cum in it. I collapsed on the floor and tried to catch my breath.



“god you are a bomb, I want more,”

I grabbed my clothes and stood up,” Sir I will wait for you in your bedroom. The other 2 bankers will come now. When you tell them you have already finalized with me I will stay with you all afternoon. I will suck your dick and drink your cum, you can put your cock in my pussy, my asshole or my mouth as many times as you can get it up deal?”

“Yes. Yes”



I went to his bedroom and cleaned myself in the bathroom. Then I wrapped myself with a towel and lay on the bed. The door bell rang. It was exactly one hour after I had come. I was ready for my competitors. I had given Das something that they could not.




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My name is Samyuktha Hegde, Age 21 .My boots click against the floor as I make my way towards my psychology professor's office. One part of me nervously wonders why he would ask me to meet in his office after class, and the other part desperately tries to push the butterflies out of my stomach.




He had briefly mentioned a scholarship award earlier in the week, for which he would only recommend his best students. I've been planning to start looking at scholarship opportunities soon, as I'm not sure I can make it through the rest of my degree. After this semester ends, my financial aid runs out - and I still have two semesters left.

I stop before his door, taking a deep breath before turning the handle. I traipse into the office to see Professor Kantharao typing away at his computer. He looks up and meets my eyes directly, giving me a brief nod.

"Miss Samyuktha. No one knocks where you're from?" he teases.

Oh, god.



His eyes are intense and brown, framed by dark eyebrows and high cheekbones. His hair has wisps of gray at the sides.

I feel a warm flush slowly creeping from my neck up to my cheeks.

"Hi, Professor Kantharao. I'm.. I'm sorry." I stammer and look down to my shoes, hoping the blush goes away.

His expression remains mostly level, polite - but I swear I can see the hint of a smirk. Shit. I'm so transparent. The prospect of him knowing how attracted I am to him sends a rush of warmth between my legs.



He stands up, straightening his tie. He's tall... maybe six foot two. I've had plenty of time to admire his height and strong-looking frame during class, usually pretending to be immersed in his lecture. Not that I don't listen - his voice is just as sexy as his body, the kind of voice that commands your attention. A pang of embarrassment stings my chest as I catch myself fantasizing right in front of him.

He pulls out a chair in front of his large, heavy wood desk. His desk is clear aside from his computer monitor, and the room is very well-kept.

"Thank you," I nod as I take a seat, while he briskly shuts the door and... locks it? No way. Must have been my imagination.



He returns to his large office chair, his expression level.

"Miss Samyuktha, I'd like to share an opportunity with you. I want to stress that this is a very competitive scholarship, and I am only to recommend one student. You have excellent scores on all the examinations I've given, and I can tell you have an eye for detail, for following directions precisely.

"This scholarship is an offer of  90 thousand  - roughly two semesters of tuition, in your program. However, it will be quite a bit of work... to be recommended for this scholarship, I will ask quite a lot of you."

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His statement almost sounds like a warning, but I'm having a hard time listening. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms and thick veins. I feebly try to push the distraction away, nodding intently while he speaks. The scholarship award is exactly what I need - I have to go for it if I want to finish my degree.

He leans forward, and I swear he is enjoying the flustered expression I must be wearing at this point. I press my thighs together under my skirt.

"Do you need this scholarship, Samyuktha?"

His deep voice, calling me by my name like that... I shift uncomfortably in my dampening panties.

"Yes, sir. It would be the only way I could afford to finish my degree."

He nods.

"Come around to this side of the desk."

Wait, what?

"Why would-"

"I asked you to come here, not to question me."

My cheeks are blazing. What's going on? He's at least twenty-five years older than me... he can't be hitting on me.

"I won't ask you again, Miss Samyuktha."



I do as he says, not seeing any other option. He can only pick one student, and I'm sure there's plenty of other students he can recommend if I'm not willing to cooperate.

Standing in front of him, I feel extra vulnerable as his eyes rake over me. He has always been pure business, always professional. Confusion mixed with desire washes over me.

"Get on your knees," he says quietly but commandingly.

"Excuse me?" I squeak, feeling my soft lace thong soak through at his stern tone.

There is only one thing that can mean! I don't get on my knees for just anyone. Does he think I'm some kind of whore? That I'll sell my body for a scholarship?



He stands abruptly. Shit. Startled, I kneel. He rakes his fingers gently through my hair, resting his palm on my head.

"Good girl. I knew you'd be good with following directions," he murmurs.

I close my eyes. I couldn't pretend like I had not fantasized many nights about being on my knees in front of him, always under my covers in the company of my vibrator. I just never thought it'd be like this. My whole body feels hot.

"Tell me, Miss Samyuktha, do you think I haven't noticed how flustered you act when I speak to you? All 'yes, sir', 'no, sir', blushing every time I look your way? You need the scholarship, that I know. What else do you need?"

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I can't help the quiet whimper that falls from my lips. I'm soaked, and I'm sure he can see my nipples poking through the thin fabric of my top. The vulnerable feeling overwhelms me, and only deepens the pit of desire in my stomach.

His erection presses against his slacks, and it is all I can focus on.

"I-I don't know... I don't know what I need," I whimper, my mind whirling. This is wrong, he's my professor... but I'm so turned on by him right now. A wave of shame washes over me, intensifying the throbbing desire between my legs.

"This is wrong," I whisper.

"You're so turned on, you can't even think straight, can you? Poor little slut. Just let me guide you," he whispers. He frees his impressive erection from his pants and brings it to my lips. I meet his gaze, my eyes wide. My knees dig into his carpet painfully.

He sighs, and pulls the hair at the nape of my neck, holding my head in place.

"Open your mouth. Don't pretend like you don't want to."

I submit and do as he says. His control over me in this situation is intoxicating. My pussy aches, wanting him to take me in every domineering way I know he can.

These are thoughts that only a mindless slut would have, Samyuktha!



I plant several open-mouthed kisses along his cock, licking just under his head. Gently swirling my tongue around his opening, I work him deeper into my mouth, as far as I can take him.

I pull back, swiping my hand along the wet shaft, using my saliva to stroke and squeeze him as I glide my lips up and down. I glance up at him, cupping his balls in my other hand. Pride swells in my chest and desire pools between my legs as he emits a low moan.

"Fuck," he hisses. I continue stroking and sucking him, enjoying the reward of the small amount of pre-cum on my tongue.



He roughly tangles both hands in my hair, and forcibly controls my head, moving my mouth up and down his length. I deliciously gag on his cock as I feel my lips brush his balls. He continues using my mouth, stopping just before I gag each time.

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His statement almost sounds like a warning, but I'm having a hard time listening. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms and thick veins. I feebly try to push the distraction away, nodding intently while he speaks. The scholarship award is exactly what I need - I have to go for it if I want to finish my degree.

He leans forward, and I swear he is enjoying the flustered expression I must be wearing at this point. I press my thighs together under my skirt.

"Do you need this scholarship, Samyuktha?"

His deep voice, calling me by my name like that... I shift uncomfortably in my dampening panties.

"Yes, sir. It would be the only way I could afford to finish my degree."

He nods.

"Come around to this side of the desk."

Wait, what?

"Why would-"

"I asked you to come here, not to question me."

My cheeks are blazing. What's going on? He's at least twenty-five years older than me... he can't be hitting on me.

"I won't ask you again, Miss Samyuktha."



I do as he says, not seeing any other option. He can only pick one student, and I'm sure there's plenty of other students he can recommend if I'm not willing to cooperate.

Standing in front of him, I feel extra vulnerable as his eyes rake over me. He has always been pure business, always professional. Confusion mixed with desire washes over me.

"Get on your knees," he says quietly but commandingly.

"Excuse me?" I squeak, feeling my soft lace thong soak through at his stern tone.

There is only one thing that can mean! I don't get on my knees for just anyone. Does he think I'm some kind of whore? That I'll sell my body for a scholarship?



He stands abruptly. Shit. Startled, I kneel. He rakes his fingers gently through my hair, resting his palm on my head.

"Good girl. I knew you'd be good with following directions," he murmurs.

I close my eyes. I couldn't pretend like I had not fantasized many nights about being on my knees in front of him, always under my covers in the company of my vibrator. I just never thought it'd be like this. My whole body feels hot.

"Tell me, Miss Samyuktha, do you think I haven't noticed how flustered you act when I speak to you? All 'yes, sir', 'no, sir', blushing every time I look your way? You need the scholarship, that I know. What else do you need?"

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I can't help the quiet whimper that falls from my lips. I'm soaked, and I'm sure he can see my nipples poking through the thin fabric of my top. The vulnerable feeling overwhelms me, and only deepens the pit of desire in my stomach.

His erection presses against his slacks, and it is all I can focus on.

"I-I don't know... I don't know what I need," I whimper, my mind whirling. This is wrong, he's my professor... but I'm so turned on by him right now. A wave of shame washes over me, intensifying the throbbing desire between my legs.

"This is wrong," I whisper.

"You're so turned on, you can't even think straight, can you? Poor little slut. Just let me guide you," he whispers. He frees his impressive erection from his pants and brings it to my lips. I meet his gaze, my eyes wide. My knees dig into his carpet painfully.

He sighs, and pulls the hair at the nape of my neck, holding my head in place.

"Open your mouth. Don't pretend like you don't want to."

I submit and do as he says. His control over me in this situation is intoxicating. My pussy aches, wanting him to take me in every domineering way I know he can.

These are thoughts that only a mindless slut would have, Samyuktha!



I plant several open-mouthed kisses along his cock, licking just under his head. Gently swirling my tongue around his opening, I work him deeper into my mouth, as far as I can take him.

I pull back, swiping my hand along the wet shaft, using my saliva to stroke and squeeze him as I glide my lips up and down. I glance up at him, cupping his balls in my other hand. Pride swells in my chest and desire pools between my legs as he emits a low moan.

"Fuck," he hisses. I continue stroking and sucking him, enjoying the reward of the small amount of pre-cum on my tongue.



He roughly tangles both hands in my hair, and forcibly controls my head, moving my mouth up and down his length. I deliciously gag on his cock as I feel my lips brush his balls. He continues using my mouth, stopping just before I gag each time.

"Is this what you have been thinking about when you blush at me, dear Samyuktha? Do you lay in your little dorm every night, stroking your clit, thinking about me face-fucking you like this in my office?"

He stops and gently pulls my chin upwards, forcing me to look at him. "Answer me," he orders.

My clit throbs with need. My pussy feels so frustratingly empty. I can't even think straight. Mascara-stained tears rim my eyes, and there is saliva dripping from my mouth.

"Yes, sir." My reply comes out as a desperate mewl.



He smirks. "Stand up and bend over the desk."

I do as he says, savoring every ounce of his dominance over me. He gently grips the hem of my skirt, pulling it up over my waist, barely allowing his fingers to graze the back of my thigh. The small touch sends electricity all over my body.

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"Do you know how fucking soaked this little thong is, Miss Samyuktha?"

Every dirty word just about sets me on fire with need. He brushes his fingers ever-so-gently over my panties, just over my folds, stopping just before my clit. I try to grind against his hand, and he withdraws it immediately.

"Greedy slut," he reprimands. "Tell me what you want from me."

"I need you to touch me," I whine.



"Do you?" he taunts in response, toying with the damp scrap of fabric between my legs, rubbing it gently in between my lips.

"Please, Professor," I moan, desperately.

"Please, what?"

"Please touch my clit," I begrudgingly get the words out, despite how embarrassed they make me feel. The feeling of shame and vulnerability only feeds the flame of my desire.

Slowly, frustratingly, he pulls the wet scrap of fabric down my legs. He gently traces his fingers up my inner thighs, stroking the silky wet folds of my pussy, still using only light, agonizing pressure.

"Do you like being bent over my desk, young lady?" he asks, and I hear the smirk in his voice. His fingers trail very close to my clit, and my breath hitches.

"Yes," I gasp, and his fingers finally make contact with my clit. An appreciative moan escapes my mouth. He circles it over and over with his strong fingers, applying just enough pressure to send waves of warm pleasure over my entire body. A few minutes later, as I am teetering on the edge of my pleasure, he withdraws his hand. I can't help but whine.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you. Beg."

How humiliating.

"Please fuck me, please, please," I moan, moving my hips against the desk, begging for release. I tremble over his desk, feeling my sensitive nipples scbang against the wood through my soft blouse.

"I thought this was wrong? Maybe we shouldn't," he taunts cruelly while I feel as if all of my nerve endings are on fire.



"No, no! Please. Please, sir, I'm sorry," I beg as I feel a heated blush on my face.

He laughs softly and returns his hand to my pussy, deliciously sinking two fingers inside. He swirls his fingers around inside me, finger fucking me gently. I can't control the mewls and whimpers that escape my mouth as I clench around him.



Withdrawing his fingers, he swirls my arousal around my clit as I feel him position his cock at my entrance. I spread my legs wider in anticipation, grinding on his fingers needily. He wraps his fingers into my hair and pulls my head back, nipping just below my ear as he thrusts his hard length inside me. He stills for a moment, allowing me to adjust to this feeling of fullness. I savor the feeling of my slick walls clamping down on him in ecstasy as the stinging pain of him pulling my hair causes me to feel more controlled, more aroused.



He pulls out, and slowly slides back in. Oh, my God. My eyes roll back involuntarily as he removes his lips from my neck, straightening behind me, one hand still firmly in my hair, one still circling my clit.

Rhythmically, Professor Kantharao starts slamming into me. Over and over, gradually getting faster, the angle causing him to slam into my G-spot every time.

Sharply, he pulls extra hard on my hair, continuing his punishing pace on my pussy. All the sensations are too much. I can't take it anymore...



"I'm going to come, Professor," I cry, feeling my pussy squeeze down on him.

My admission sends him into his own climax. "Fuck, Samyuktha," he groans as he releases inside me. My vision is clouded by stars as I crash over the edge, ecstasy spreading through my entire body, moaning incoherently.



We pant together, both completely spent. Moments pass, but it is him who breaks our union first. He pulls out of me with an exhale, and puts himself away. When I finally turn to look at him for the first time in what feels like ages, a sheen of sweat sits on his forehead, his tie is crooked, and he still looks sexy as hell. Despite how good I feel, I become uncomfortable, the horniness no longer clouding my judgment of how wrong this was on both of our accounts.

"I - I should go. Have... a good evening, Professor."

I haven't even caught my breath, but my panties are up and I am shutting the door before I even think to catch his response. I clean up quickly in the restroom, and as I open my car door, I remember why he called on me to meet him in the first place.



Shit. Am I even getting the scholarship? I had absolutely no idea what the scholarship was even called, or if it was real.

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Hi! My name is Arthana Binu and I am a 23 year old, single . I live with my parents and my sister who is a year younger than me. My dad is an entrepreneur so we are fairly wealthy and usually associate with the other highly fortunate Indian families. My mom is a doctor and I am training to be a Nurse under her instruction at her hospital.




As I said before, I am single. Friends and relatives often compliment my looks and advises me that its time to get a boyfriend. I am kind of embarrassed to say that I had my first kiss only a year ago, and I have never gotten in a serious relationship. So obviously I am a virgin. But I always wonder when the magic moment will happen and with whom. I can't imagine doing it with any boy I know. When I talked to my mother about relationships, she always said I would be married to Josh Dhaliwal. I have never met him or seen any pics but my parents and his parents have already decided and paired us up very long time ago. I respect my parents and especially my mom's wishes, but when it comes to relationships I want to choose my boyfriend. I mean, who knows if that Josh guy is a completely ugly idiot just waiting to get into my pants?



I have a very close relationship with my mother because for one thing, my dad is usually on business trips in foreign countries and second, my mom is very understanding and never gets mad at me. I don't mean to brag, but I think the reason that she likes me so much is that I am well behaved. I don't do drugs, drink, or fool around, and I hit the books most of the time trying to keep up my 100% grade point average. I usually tell my mother everything and she shares everything with me too but we avoid conversations of a sinful nature because we are both devoted proud Catholics. I look a lot like my mother too. She has short black hair, fair, a girlish body and d cup breasts. I look very similar with short black shoulder length hair, an even fairer complexion, big brown eyes and curvaceous body. But I am not as blessed as my mother is when it comes to the breasts because I wear only a 30B size. She is also very protective of my sister and I and wants nothing but the very best for us. I love my mother and wouldn't know what I would do without her.



Recently my mom kept talking to Josh's mother over the phone. I knew that soon I would meet the boy my mom has decided to marry me to. I wasn't very thrilled since I have no clue what kind of person Josh is and scared that in a year or so that I might be married to this complete stranger and leave the tender care of my loving mother behind. But all my girlfriends were going to get married very soon so there was a part of me that wanted to meet this Josh boy. I really hoped he was handsome. One evening after a phone conversation with Josh's mother, my mom told me that Josh was coming back to India. Apparently he has been studying in a foreign country for some time. My mom told me that Josh wanted to meet my family and I and my mom had agreed to meet him in her hospital in Saturday, two days from today. It was rather an unusual place to meet Josh, but it made sense since my mom rarely has any work to do in the hospital on Saturdays and I would be there working as traine. Besides there was no point for Josh to visit our house to meet the rest of my wonderful family since my dad was away on a business trip, and my sister is too busy studying for exams.

I was impatient and wanted to meet this boy fast to see what kind of future will hold for me. On Friday night my mom was talking with Joshua's mom as usual. She was talking in the living room, and I came quietly downstairs to the kitchen to drink some water. While I was drinking I could hear my mom's conversation with Josh's mother very well over the thin wall that separated the kitchen from the living room. I decided to stay quiet and listen to their conversation when I heard my mom starting to talk about Josh. "Oh really? How do you know this? Oh, did you? Couldn't resist huh? Come on, I seen plenty as a doctor, it can't be that huge? Oh really?" I decided to go back to bed since I had absolutely no clue about what they were talking about. But little did I know I would soon find out.



It was Saturday. I showered, ate and got dressed for work . I put on my white c cups, my white cotton panties, over the knee white stockings, my white nurse blouse, my rather white short nurse mini skirt and my little white high heels. In my opinion, the nurse outfit exposed too much skin, but it was regulation that all nurses wear the uniform. I put on a little makeup on my fair skin, mascara on my thick long eyelashes and lipstick on my luscious lips. I left my short wavy hair just the way it is. I met my mother outside who was dressed in her usual rather revealing doctor uniform. A white tight dress that came up to the mid section of her ladylike thighs, white over the knee stockings and white high heels. She also thought her uniform exposed too much, but just like me, she had to follow regulation no matter how much of an important person she was in the hospital. She kept her short hair plain just like me.



We arrived in the hospital in our rather expensive car and waited for Josh in my mom's office. We had to tend to two patients in the office before Josh's arrival. One patient required antibiotics for an infectious cold and the other a 30-year-old man requiring medicine for a STD. Of course my mother had to inspect his penis before giving any medication. I gave my mom gloves and watched as she peeled back the foreskin to examine its flaccid state. As a nurse in training I have seen a fair amount of penises being inspected by my mother and sometimes I too had to inspect them with gloves on. It was very embarrassing when some penises became erect. The man with STD looked at me in my nurse outfit and I saw his penis harden in response. I blushed. It was a six-inch long penis. I have noticed that all men have a penis of a similar size, sometimes an inch smaller or larger when erect. Most of the ones I have seen were uncircumcised. Sometimes my vagina got wet, especially if the guy was good looking, but I tried not to think dirty thoughts. I refrained form talking about things of such a sinful nature with anybody, even my mother, who I shared all my secrets with. Sometimes very aroused men demanded that my mother masturbated them or even suck their penis. It was disgusting. My mother, faithful and religious, just like me, quickly examined these men and sent them home before they got more forceful. 



My father knew the nature of the work as a doctor, but he trusted my mother and knew that she would never do anything sinful. They loved each other very much and they regarded sex as a sacred act between a man and woman in love.

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The man my mom was inspecting was nice and respectful and wasn't dirty. He required an injection and I give him the dose by shooting the needle into one if his veins in his six-inch penis. With my gloved hand I put Band-Aid on it. He lost his erection, put on his underwear and pants and moved out of the office. My mom and I both got rid of the dirty gloves and waited for Josh to come meet us.

Josh arrived a little later. It was finally time to meet the boy my mom wished that I would fall in love with. He entered my mom's office and closed the door behind. Wow! He was very good looking. He had black hair, a fair brown complexion, muscular arms, chest, abs, legs and butt. He was tall. He was wearing a tight T-shirt and shorts that showed off every rippling muscle in his upper and lower body. I was impressed and I felt my knees getting weak, heart beating and butterflies in my stomach and womb. My vagina emitted juices in to my white cotton panties. But I immediately tried to think of something else. I am a strict catholic and it was sinful to think about sex, even if there was extremely good looking and muscular boy that wants to be you boyfriend in your presence.



"Hello " Josh said.

"Hello Josh, this is my daughter Arthana. Have a seat."

"Hello," He took my hand and kissed it. Oh my god!

"Hi Josh," I managed to squeak out. We all sat down.

The moisture between by legs made a wet spot in my panties. If my vagina went on like this my arousal would be visible on my white skirt. Oh god. He was so sexy. My mom and Josh started chatting, nothing unusual. I didn't hear a word they said because I was fixed on Josh's body. Oh god!

Then suddenly my attention shifted to my mom's words. " You seem perfect for my daughter Josh, you're smart, funny, handsome, but are you physically capable of satisfying my daughter? I need to inspect your body now, Josh."

What was my mom talking about, his body? What was going on?



"Certainly, my mother told me I wold be required to show you and Arthana my body before going further with this relationship. But in return I would need to personally inspect Arthana 's body as well," what, my body? Then Josh stood up and took his T-shirt off, revealing his sculpted muscular upper body. My panties were soaked with vaginal juices. Then Joshua took his shorts off and threw it on the floor along with his shirt. Now all he had on was his gray boxers. Thick muscle covered his powerful thighs. I could see the outline of a long snake hanging between his underwear. My vagina was getting very warm and moist, and my little brown nipples started to harden under my bra."Alright Joshua, you have to take your underwear off too," this was ridiculous, my sweet mother wants my future boyfriend to take his underwear off. My mom never told me anything like this would happen.

Joshua did what my mother asked and threw his boxers where his pile of cloths was. My mom and I saw his penis.

"Oh god,'" I whispered.

"Oh my! Its absolutely humongous Josh!" My mother exclaimed as her jaw dropped. We both couldn't believe the size of his penis. It was only semi erect but it was already 8 inches long. It was thicker than my arm and a little bit darker than his complexion. He was shaved down there; even his big smooth balls were hairless.



"Josh, I need to examine your penis now, do you mind if touch it?" my mother asked. "Not at all mam." My mother grabbed the head of his penis. It was like a purple apple. My god, it looked delicious. My mom stroked Josh's penis; she could barely put her fingers around its girth.

"It looks perfectly healthy, but its only semi erect Josh, maybe this will help," my mother opened her mouth and put Josh's penis inside. She had to open her mouth wide in order fit the penis. Josh's penis slowly started getting harder in little jerks as my mom started sucking and licking his penis. When my mom took her mouth off his penis, I was amazed, and very confused.



"My my, Josh, you have the largest penis I have ever seen, isn't it big Arthana?"

"Yes," I whimpered. I couldn't make sense of what was happening. Here was my mother, my sweet, innocent, religious mother asking me such a lewd question. I was confused, but very aroused as well. My vagina was melting beneath my panties, and my juices were very visible on the back of my white skirt.

"Alright Arthana, honey, you need to show Josh your body as well." What?! "Hurry up dear, take your cloths off. Then I stood up and started doing it. I don't know what had come over me, but I quickly started taking my white blouse off, then my white skirt. I was so wet. I wanted Josh so badly. I just wanted to do naughty things him. I took by little bra off and revealed by little erect light brown nipples to my mother and Josh. Now all I had were my white cotton soaked panties, white stockings and my high heels.

"We need to see your pussy too honey," my mother said. Pussy, it sounded so vulgar. My mother and I always referred to a woman's private parts as vagina when examining them for medical procedures, never pussy. It sounded so dirty, but it just made my vagina warmer and more moist. Then I did it; I took my white panties off and displayed my vagina to Josh and mom. All I had on now were my white transparent stockings and white high heels. I had never shaved my crotch. There was black triangle of pubic hair down there. Once when I looked at my vagina through a mirror to satisfy my curiosity, I noticed that the black curly pubic hair continued on my labia. My labia not very fat and did not stick out, when I compared myself to other patients my mom and I examined. My vaginal lips were a little brown, and the inside was a bright pink, and my hymn was intact. Would I lose it to Josh? Would it be today? I felt myself blushing as Josh examined the most intimate area of my body.



"Do you like my daughter's pussy, Josh?"

"Yes , I think it's beautiful," my vaginal walls started contracting and leaking when I heard Josh compliment my vagina.

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"Arthana, your pussy is very wet, my god, your pussy juice has even gone down your thighs, and you made the whole room smell all fishy" my mom exclaimed. And she was right, my vaginal oils has leaked down my brown skinny thighs and my vagina was emitting a womanly fragrance that scented the whole room. I was very embarrassed, but extremely turned on. I couldn't stop starting at Josh's big penis. I just wanted to lose my virginity right here, right now. My vagina was getting very itchy and warm. Goddd!



I couldn't stand it anymore. I pushed Josh on to the chair and sat down on his penis. I took the big penis knob and aimed at my itchy little hole and started pushing down on it.

'My god Arthana, what are doing?" My mom asked.



"Agggrhhh! Owwie, mommie! It hurts," I wasn't expecting the pain. His thick penis stretched my tight pink walls and popped my cherry. I got off his penis and saw a little blood on the first few inches of his penis meat.

"Arthana honey, you're that aroused huh? And now you're bleeding. Let me wipe the mess you made." My mom took a tissue paper and started wiping the remains of my cherry from my vulva and then Josh's penis.

"Arthana, you need to go down his penis more slowly. Your pussy would get more used to it and then you can fuck him faster, alright honey?"

"Okay, mom" I couldn't think clearly at all. I didn't know what I was saying. All that mattered in the world was Josh's penis. I got on top of Josh again and started squatting down on his big fat penis. It was very painful, but I continued to push down on the big piece of boymeat to satisfy the itch in my vagina. At six inches the penis painfully hit my cervix. The remaining inches obscenely stuck out from my vagina. My juices ran down his penis and collected at the shaved base of his penis and ran down his smooth big balls. As the pain turned more pleasurable, I started moving up and down his penis faster. It felt sooo good.



"Oh yes, yes, ohhh, oh god, oh god! It so good mom! Yes Josh, fuck my itchy little pussy," I had no control over what I was doing or saying. Then I started cumming. My vaginal walls spasmed and my stinky juices flowed out of vagina.

"Oh godddd, I'm cummming! Oh godddd!" I continued moving up and down his penis after my orgasm. I felt like I was in heaven. I wanted to be with Josh and his penis forever. Then after a few minutes I started cumming again.



"Oh mom, I think I am going to cum again." My mother was rubbing her vagina through her white panties. She took them off, and threw them on the floor where mine was. I could see a wet spot in her panties as well. Other than her panties, she had all her cloths on. Taking them off wasn't necessary for her to masturbate. She had less pubic hair than I did, which meant she must have shaved her crotch before. Beneath the moss of black curly triangle of pubic hair, I could see her fat labia. She was stroking her fat little clit with one hand and darting a finger in and out of her vagina with her other hand. Her eyebrows were sweating and were pointed down like she was angry. She was moaning as well. Then she stated moaning even louder.



"Oh yes, fuck my daughter's pussy, Josh, make her pussy cum again! Oh, oh, oh Goddd!" then my mother came, her vaginal oils gushing on to her hands.

I started cumming again. "Oh goddddd!" My vaginal walls contracted around Josh's penis. This sent Josh over the edge and he came. His sperm was shot inside my womb. I squealed in pleasure as his thick goblets of sperm soothed my itchy vagina. When I got off his penis, his sperm, mixed together with my feminine juice oozed down my thighs and some even went down my round butt, and into my hot itchy little butthole.



We all started wiping our genitals and putting our underwear and cloths' back on. Josh went home and my mom and I continued working. We remained silent. I couldn't believe what had happened, and how my mom was masturbating to me doing Josh's penis. It was so dirty but I couldn't wait to see Josh again. My vagina started getting warm moist again. Oh god!



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[Krishan202]

My name is Hunter. it's a tough name for a guy to grow up with. Kids are brutal and I was teased mercilessly. I never ran into another 'Hunter' all the way through college.


I am not a virgin but I wouldn't say that I have much experience. I have had a few girl friends and I had sex with the girl I was dating toward the end of my senior year. We were both virgins and we had no idea what we were doing. I thought it was great. She apparently didn't. We broke up shortly afterward. That was over a year ago and I haven't had sex except with my hand since. I figure that I must have set the Guinness World Record for masturbating during my early teens. A normal day would include six or seven ejaculations.

I didn't know that it was weird but I could always get an erection whenever I wanted, even right after cumming, as long as I had some king of visual stimulation like a magazine or something. When I saw my first porno movie on DVR, I jerked off eight times; during the movie. I saw my older sister naked once and I probably jacked off ten times that day. I'm not as prolific these days but most days it's at least two or three times. This 'condition' can be a problem when I come face to face with attractive females. I have always worn tight briefs as underwear to help with embarrassing moments.

I haven't had much time to date since I started college. I study hard because the Engineering courses are hard and I'm not naturally inclined toward college work. I'm starting my own pool cleaning business this summer.

My parents are blue-collar and they have always worked hard to give me every opportunity in life. I love them very much and have always been appreciative of their efforts. They loaned me money this past spring to allow me to gear-up my van with pool cleaning equipment and parts as well as various chemicals to get me started. I work alone and with a little legwork I have a couple of clients to get me started. I love working outside . My work uniform consists of sneakers- no socks, nylon athletic shorts with the University Logo on the left hip and a smile. I never wear a shirt when I'm working. It's just too hot.

My biggest client is the  public pool. My dad  pulled a few strings. I start my day there every day at 8:00 AM. I took two hours to clean that pool. It was huge. There was hardly ever anyone there at that time of day, but one day as I was vacuuming the sides and bottom of the pool I noticed a very attractive woman standing by the gate watching me.

I used my mirrored sunglasses to look back at her without her knowing. She wasn't wearing any sunglasses and it was obvious she was staring right at me. As I worked my way down the pool toward her I could see that she was actually stunningly beautiful. She was about 5'6" tall and had enormous breasts. I figured that with a body as slim as hers, that the tits were looking good. 'So what? Nothing wrong with that,' I thought. I could see the glitter of color from her enormous diamond ring on her left hand, so I knew she was married. She had platinum blonde hair down past her shoulders. I wasn't close enough to make out eye color but her mouth was, in a word, sensual. She had incredibly white teeth that flashed as she smiled at me when she was sure I was looking back. 'Again; who cares?'



She was just standing there in her tight mid-thigh skirt and fitted blouse that attempted to diminish the size of her tits. She was classy and I figured she was a 'rich-bitch' that lived across town in a gated community of mansions. As it turned out, my guess was correct.

She pushed herself off the fence and walked very sexily toward me. I watched her coming and I stopped pushing and pulling on the long aluminum pole to acknowledge her approach. She pushed her hand out toward me as she stopped a couple feet away. She flashed her blinding white teeth with a big smile. I took her hand and applied the same pressure to my handshake as she was applying. I smiled back at her. She looked even more beautiful the closer she got.

She said, "Good morning, my name is Shriya." I released her hand and she moved it into her other hand and held both at her waist.

I immediately thought, "Shriya. What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.' I said, "Hi, my name is Hunter. What can I do for you?"



Shriya said, "I have been looking for someone to take care of my pool. I thought that I would come down here to the public pool to see who cleans it. I hope you don't mind but I have been watching you work for a while. I would like to hire you if you're available."

"I am available. I have worked for other pool cleaning outfits when I was in high college. I am trying to establish my own clientele. When would you like me to start?"

She said, "As soon as possible. I'm afraid we are getting behind on the water chemistry. It is getting cloudy. I'll leave word at the gate." She smiled her blinding smile and pushed out her hand to shake mine. This one felt like it was to consummate a contract. I smiled back at her. I held her hand a little too long I guess because she looked down at her hand in mine. I got the message and immediately released it.

As she began to turn away, I said, "I should be done here in another hour or so and I have one other this morning. I could come over after that."

She turned back and said, "Actually, I have some errands to run this morning. Can you come by at 2:00 PM?" I nodded. Shriya did an obvious quick scan from my feet to my head and then smiled before she turned away and walked back through the gate to her black Mercedes SUV.



I watched her walk back to her car and my dick surged in my nylon shorts. The sway of her ass from side to side was incredibly sexy. I watched until she drove away and then went back to work. I thought, "Yep. she was leaving one of those streets were the one-percenters lived. Getting a client in there is a major coup." I pumped my fist in the air and said out loud, "Yes!"

At 1:55 PM, I pulled up to the gate at "Olympic Estates". I showed my driver's license to the guard and he told me to go right in. He gave me directions. When I drove around a corner and could see the homes in this community, my jaw dropped. "Holy Shit. Look at these houses," I said out loud to myself. I drove slowly as I just gawked at each one as I drove by. I turned onto Oakridge Drive and saw the big "Thirty-Five" written in fancy cursive gold-leaf on the mailbox. The house sat on a rise above the road which contributed to the massiveness of the house. 'Mother-fucker,' I thought. It was probably ten thousand square feet. I drove up the cobblestone driveway and parked in front of one of the five garage doors.

Shriya walked out to meet me as I climbed out of the van. I was wearing a tee-shirt with my company logo on the left breast. She said, "Let me show you the pool and she motioned for me to follow her. We walked around the end of the garage. The pool deck went from immediately behind the garage all the way to the other end of the house. It was over a hundred feet if it was ten. A high privacy fence surrounded it.

I looked at the water and knew immediately what the problem was. I told Shriya that I could treat the water and it should be crystal clear by tomorrow. She seemed delighted. She asked how often I would need to work on the pool to keep it that way. I said, "Probably every few days would be enough."

"Could you possibly come every day? My husband entertains here and he would be very embarrassed if the water ever looked like this," she said as she pointed at the pool.



I smiled at her and said, "I could do that but it could get expensive." In my mind, I'm pumping my fist again.

Shriya said, "Money is not an issue Hunter. Charge me twice what you normally would just so I can get your prompt attention if necessary." She went back in the house and I went to work. I backwashed the filter and it was obvious that that hadn't been done in a long while. I vacuumed and treated her pool water and put everything back in the van. I was done for the day.

I was back the next day at 2:00 PM which she said was the best time for her. It was a particularly hot day and I was sweating profusely. I hadn't noticed Shriya standing behind her lace curtains watching me the entire time. I was wiping the sweat off my forehead with my arm which was also soaked from sweat. I bent down to scoop some cool water from the pool onto my face.

Shriya came out of the house in a bikini and headed toward me. The top had no business even attempting to corral her huge tits. There was far more flesh out than in. The bottom was a triangle barely covering her pussy. My cock surged to full attention at the sight. In the nylon shorts I had on, there was no way of hiding it. I pushed my hands holding the pole down below my waist.



She walked to the opposite side of the pool from me and said, "Hunter, it is way too hot out here. Come inside and have some lemonade." I said that I was ok but she insisted and punctuated her request with a 'Please'. I nodded and lowered the pole to rest on the edge. I walked around the pool and followed her into the house. Her bikini bottom was a thong and her ass cheeks were the most perfect I had ever seen, even on the porno sites on the internet. There was no way she hadn't seen my cock tenting my shorts. Now it felt like my cock was going to rip right through them. I reached down in my underwear and tried to adjust my raging hard cock. It didn't do much good but it was better.

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I figured I would just go into the kitchen and quickly drink a glass of lemonade and then get back to work. I was embarrassed because I was shirtless and covered from head to toe in sweat. The cock sticking out in front of me didn't help any. Shriya seemed oblivious as she went to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher and poured a tall glass. She walked over to me as I stood in the doorway and handed me the glass.

Then she shocked me. As I was drinking the lemonade with my head tipped back draining the glass, Shriya reached out and wiped her fingers through the sweat on my chest and rubbed it around between her thumb and index finger before she shoved both into her mouth and licked them clean. She then looked down at my tent and then back up to my face. She smiled and said, "Hunter. It looks like you're in some discomfort. Let me help you."



I was frozen in place. I mumbled out a series of "ummms" and "eerrrrs". I watched her move her hands over my chest and over each ripped abdominal muscle and down to my waist. It was like I was watching someone else. Her finger-tips moved into the edge of my shorts and pulled the elastic out as far as it would go and then down over my rock hard cock. It sprang out and hit Shriya on the arm. She bent at her waist and pulled my shorts down to my knees. It fell from there to the floor. I was speechless. She looked back up at my face and giggled.

Shriya said, "Hunter, you're terrified, aren't you?" I tried to be cool and tell her 'no', but it was pointless. My cock had never been harder than it was right then when she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. My cock, like the rest of me was wet with sweat. She seemed to like it. She pulled herself in close to me and kissed my chest and dragged her tongue down over my ripped abs. She moaned, 'mmmmmm' as she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and then licked her lips.



She moved her tight grip all the way down to my balls pulling the skin tight and then back up to the glans again. I shot a thick rope of cum all over her tits and stomach. She quickly bent down to push my cock into her mouth. The next shot hit her in the face. The rest of them shot into her mouth and she gagged at the sheer quantity. I was so embarrassed I could have melted through the floor. When I shot my last shot into her mouth, I thought, "Really? One jerk and I blow my load? You've got to be kidding me."

Shriya was holding my cock at her lips as she ran her tongue around them and then all over my cock collecting cum from anywhere she could find it. She looked back up at me and smiled. She said, "Oh my God that is yummy. That was perfect. We got that first load out of the way quick. Now we can do it right." She grinned and stood up and licked more sweat from my chest.



'What does doing it right mean," I thought. She stretched up on her toes and kissed me with a smoldering passion. I kissed her back.

Shriya dropped back down and then bent down and scooped up my sweaty shorts. She took my hand and led me through the house to the curving stairway to the second floor. I was terrified, like she said, I was following her. At the end of the hallway, she pushed a door open and pulled me into the most opulent bedroom I had ever seen. It was huge. I looked all around. My eyes must have been as big as dinner plates.

Shriya dropped my hand and stepped back and reached around behind her had untied her bikini top and made a big show of pulling it off to reveal her tits. Her nipples  were extremely erect. She pulled my hands to her tits and held them there as I lightly ran my palms around on her nipples. She groaned loudly. She untied the bows on each hip and let the tiny bit of material fall to the floor. Her pubic area was as hairless as a baby. I could see the top of her pussy. There were no labia showing, only a vertical slash that disappeared between her thighs.



She grabbed my still bouncing cock and pulled me across the room toward the king sized bed. She pushed me down to sit on the edge. She pushed her lips against my still sweaty chest and kissed my nipple. She dragged her tongue all the way down my torso sinking her body to her knees. Her tongue dragged across the topside of my still rigid cock across the glans and all the way down the underside. She sucked one of my testicles into her mouth and pushed it around in the ball-sack with her tongue. She took suction with her mouth and pulled herself back and the testicle popped from her mouth. She repeated this on the other testicle.

She wrapped her mouth along the length of my cock like she was playing a harmonica and licked her way up to the glans. She pushed the head into her wide open mouth as her tongue swirled all around the head and down the shaft. Then she shoved my cock into one of her cheeks. She was looking me right in the eyes the whole time. She closed her lips tight around the ridge and began giving me an incredible blowjob, "mmmuummpphhh." She used both hands to counter-rotate along the shaft that happened to not be in her mouth. She coordinated the mouth and hand attack and I was thinking, 'Oh my God. I'm going to shoot again.' I was trying desperately to think about anything but what she was doing to me. It was no use. I blew another load into her mouth. She kept up the blowjob action until my last shot drooled into her mouth. She smiled up at me around my cock.



Shriya swirled the load around in her mouth mixing it with her saliva to help swallow it. It went down with a gulp. She got on her toes and pulled herself up to kiss me passionately again. When she pulled back she smiled and said, "I just absolutely love your cock."

I said, "I just absolutely love your tits," I paused a second and continued, "And your face, ass, legs, arms and hair." She leaned her face into my chest and giggled and pulled her body into me inhaling the odor of my sweat and slid her tits all over my torso. She pulled back again and said, "I love the smell of man-sweat. My husband is an executive and god-forbid he does anything that might cause him to sweat. He hires others to sweat for him. He doesn't even sweat when we fuck, which is getting rare. He just lays there and I have to do all the work. He was an athlete in college when I met him. He was sweaty all the time and I loved it." As if to put an exclamation point on this statement, she leaned in and licked my nipple and ran her hands all over my chest, face and stomach and then licked off her palms and said, "Mmmm. Yummy."

Shriya pulled me off the edge off the bed and grabbed my cock like it was a rope and pulled me toward a door to what I presumed was the bathroom. It turned out to be a door to an adjoining bedroom. She climbed up on the bed and pulled me up with her. She looked up and said, "Hunter? Please eat my pussy. It has been so long since a man ate my pussy."



I gently laid her down on her back and she pulled her knees up and spread them wide. She reached down and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide. I didn't hesitate. I pushed my face right in and began licking her pussy with my broad tongue. She was soaking wet. The moisture was a little oily and slippery feeling. I liked the taste. I burrowed my face in deep trying to push my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could. I'd never done this before. None of my few girl friends ever asked me to. I was going by sheer instinct and silently praying that I didn't fuck it up too bad. I really wanted to please this woman.

The second I touched her pussy with my tongue she tensed every muscle in her body and groaned, "UUUNNNNGGGGHHHH." I thought I had hurt her so I pulled back. She said, well yelled really, "Get back in there and don't stop." I did as she instructed and she groaned again.

Somewhere along my travels in her groin, I discovered a blood engorged nubbin sticking up above her vagina. I flicked my tongue on it and her hips instantly fired up into my face. She screamed, "YYEEESSSS. THAT'S THE SPOT. OOOOHHHHH FFUCCCKK. YESSS, DO THAT." I flicked the spot again and got the same response. I went back to tongue fucking her pussy and without warning I would flick the 'spot' that I assumed was the clitoris, with my index finger. She was just moaning and moaning and grunting and groaning.



Suddenly, her hips fired up again and I could feel her pussy clenching on my tongue pushing me out. I just pushed right back in when the clench released. Shriya clamped her knees tight on the side of my face and her hands came down on the back of my head. I was trapped in heaven. I did need to breathe though so I had to turn my head a little. She was bouncing all over the bed. Every muscle was knotted. I tipped my head up a little and looked up between her tits that had lain over toward her sides a little. Her head was pushed back into the pillows so hard that it lifted her chest off the bed. Her mouth was open. She was seething air between clenched teeth. She had stopped breathing regularly. After what seemed a long time she inhaled in a gasp and yelled, "OOHHH FFFUUUCCKKK. YYESSS. OOOHHH MMMYYYY GGGOODDDDDDD." On the word, "God", she collapsed every muscle and fell to the bed. Her knees sagged off to the side and her arms fell by her hips.



I looked back down and was fascinated by her pussy, which was clenching and releasing. I looked up to her face as she recovered enough to acknowledge my presence. She looked down at me and said, "Holy shit, Hunter. That is the first orgasm I've had, other than self-induced, in many years. God damn it, Holy fuck."

I crawled up her body kissing her all the way up to her face, with a couple of detours to suck on each nipple. I pushed myself up with my arms and gazed down into her face as she smiled up at me. "God damn, you are beautiful Shriya; in every way possible." She giggled with embarrassment and pulled me back down for a kiss.



The tip of my cock was bouncing up and down along the slash of her pussy. The feeling on my velvet glans was incredible. She began groaning again as my cock head bounced on her clit. She looked up at me and said, "If I could have an orgasm with your cock in me, I could die a happy woman."