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With my mental peace shattered, I started making more and more mistakes. One day, it came to pass, that if I did not do anything about it, I would certainly be losing my job. That evening I waited late, till the office emptied itself, and went to meet him.

Ram sir, I am sorry, please forgive my mistake. He gave a broad smile. Sit down, won't you, I just need to finish this email. In a few minutes, he came behind my chair, and gently squeezed my boobs, all the time, standing. I did not resist, I was ready for him.



Good girl, he murmured.

I had to surrender myself completely to Ram's mercies. He smothered my face with tender kisses. My face was upturned and he met my lips with his and gently probed with his tongue. I opened up my mouth and our tongues licked each other. Trying to clasp each other like writhing snakes in heat. He continued smooching my lips and cheeks and forehead for another few minutes and released me with a deep sigh. It was the first time I was in the hands of an experienced 50 year young lover.

The next days went by in a familiar pattern. I showed up to work early and go late to catch a few precious extra moments with my newfound lover. On some occasions, Ram would drop me off at my flat, but it stayed at that. He never offered to come upstairs or anything.



It was on a Friday, that he suggested that we had a dinner appointment and that I make reservations at the best Chinese restaurant in town. I selected "The Pavilion", a rooftop establishment with a great night time view. We left the office together around 7:30 pm that day. He had indicated to me that the meeting was going to be quite significant and important.

All through the evening, he was very nice to me. I kept looking out for the expected clients, but no one came. He did not seem to be disturbed by the lack of the arrival of clients.

We ordered drinks and appetizers, and when he started to order the main course, I could not contain myself and asked him, Ram, should we not wait for our clients? There are no clients today, he smiled, I never mentioned that clients would be expected. I merely said this meeting was important, and that means important for you and me.



My heart went into a hypersonic mode. My cunt was leaking fluids freely. I quickly excused myself and went to the ladies' room and put on the pad I carried, to prevent the juices from staining my skirt or the cloth upholstery of the upscale restaurant.

I calmed myself and realized that this was going to be a big day. Or more correctly, a big night. I fixed my makeup and adjusted my dress to make up for the wear and tear of the day. Joining him at the table, I found that the main course was being served. We ate in silence, as I could bring myself to speak anything.

As the restaurant was a rooftop one, we had to take the elevator all the way down to the lobby after dinner. The elevator door opened onto a floor with deluxe rooms and he stepped out. Ram, I called out, this is not the lobby. He turned back, winked and said, I know. Come on.

Opening the room door with the card key, he stepped in and held the door open for me. Oh god, I thought to myself, the CCTV cams must have spotted us. As I stepped in, he closed the door, and took me in his arms, and started stroking my bums through the dress. I was motionless, heart beating rapidly, and breaths coming deep and fast. A couple of minutes later, as I started to calm down, he held me away with my shoulders in his firm grasp. You are really beautiful, he spoke softly. Taking me by my elbow, he led me into a spacious suite with a balcony running outside.



There was a small package on the dressing table, and putting it in my hands, he pointed to the bathroom and asked me to go and change. I went inside and opened it, thinking that there would be some dress inside. What was inside was no dress but a sexy lingerie set, with stockings to match!

I was shocked to see the gift and understood that I was going to be screwed that night. I was in the bathroom for a bit of time, thinking about what would be my fate in the morning.

Izzat lutne wali hai, Surabhi!

I was realizing that having come this far, I had no options. If I lost my job within a couple of months, I would be on the roads, searching for jobs. I wanted to stay in Bangalore, and it would be expensive to maintain even a month without a regular salary. To top it all, I was also drunk with 2-3 pegs of vodka.

Suddenly, an impatient knocking on the door broke my thoughts. There were some robes in the washroom, so I quickly wore one over my dress and came out.

Seeing me in the robe, Ram grinned and asked what was there to be shy about. We are here to have fun. Take the robe off, baby! Coming closer to me, he tugged at the belt firmly, so much so that it fell off.

You seem to need more convincing, darling, I will make it easy for you, he said, holding me firmly, and kissing me.

He once again kissed me hard and squeezed my ass and this time I responded. Slowly I started kissing him back until we were both kissing each other and feeling each other's bodies with our hands in a sexual frenzy that almost threatened to explode the very room. Our tongues were intertwined and licking each other vigorously as Ram pushed my skirt and panty down my legs and let them drop. His hands moved down to my bare ass as he began squeezing my butt cheeks hard and spreading them. Without any warning, he gave me two tight slaps on my bum. It stung and tears flowed. I kept quiet. The slaps were followed by gentle caressing, as he whispered into my ear, it will feel good, relax. It truly did, and my love nectar started to ooze below, under his tender ministrations.

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Spreading my legs, he started probing my gaand and choot. He slipped a finger in between my ass cheeks and into my pussy. I was dripping wet and My cunt felt tight as he stuck about an inch into me and began rubbing the inside of my wet lower lips with his thumb. He then removed my finger and his hands moved up to my blouse and began opening it as the passionate kissing continued. I moved my hands to unbutton his shirt and feel his naked chest. He threw my shirt to the ground and undid my bra and let the straps slide off my shoulders and began grabbing my breasts like a possessed beast as I removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt and trousers to the floor. His mouth left mine and he began biting my breasts softly as he guided my hand down to his boxers and made me feel his engorged cock.



Hey Bhagwan, it is so big!, thought I.

I kept moaning as his mouth moved to my left nipple and began sucking and nibbling on it as his other hand grabbed and pressed my right breast. I began squeezing his hard cock and moaning slightly as his mouth shifted its attention to the other nipple which he sucked hard and let his mouth glide outward while sucking my tit and letting it go with a gentle bite.



"Oh lord," I whispered, "I could never imagine such pleasures existed ...". All variations of masturbation that I had tried, paled into nothing compared to doing it with a lover.

"You've never felt a dick before have you?" he asked as he continued groping my breast with one hand and ass with the other. He looked into my eyes and I was biting my lip. I shook my head, my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations that Ram was unfolding upon me.



"Take off my boxers and get on your knees on the floor," he abruptly ordered. I complied as I slowly opened my eyes and looking at him all the while until I was in the position he demanded. The tears had given way to a look of lust in my eyes, which was the biggest turn on for Ram than any of the preceding events because it showed him that now I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.

"Now hold my cock in both your hands, slightly squeezing it with your left hand towards the tip and the right hand at the base and stroke it back and forth." I did as I was commanded.

"Good. Now remove your left hand from the tip and cup my marbles with it and continue stroking my dick with the right," I obeyed as Ram sat himself down on a chair with my face in the middle of his legs.

"Now open up wide and push my cock into your mouth down till your throat, until you feel your grip on your lips." I closed my eyes, opened my mouth wide and lowered my neck until half of my boss's cock was in my mouth.



"Now go up and down on it with both your mouth and hand and suck on it hard and gently squeeze my nuts with the other hand as you do this," I followed his orders and began giving him the best head of his life. I looked up at him and lust was oozing out of my gaze as I sucked my boss up and down. I removed his dick from my mouth, licked the entire shaft side to side and back to front and then on his swollen cockhead which was throbbing and leaking pre-cum juices. I lapped them up and began deep throating his cock doing amazingly well to suppress my gag reaction for a first-timer. A few tears welled up in my eyes as I kept gagging on my boss's dick but I didn't let up, increasing my speed as I kept squeezing his nuts.



Ram felt his loins shudder as his throbbing member got ready to burst a dam of his semen deep in my gagging throat which was grasping the head of his penis in the back of my throat every time I gagged on it. Ram let go as a huge wave of euphoria swept through him and he emptied his nuts into my throat. I was surprised by the jolts of cum spurting down my throat and tried to back off but Ram grabbed my head and kept fucking my throat until his orgasm subsided and the last drops of his juices were emptied in my throat. I immediately pulled up, gasping for air, but didn't have time as Ram lifted me by my shoulders and sat me down bare arsed on the work desk in the hotel room.

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He pushed my back and climbed on top of my, kissing, nibbling and licking my neck, going down my collarbone and sucked each succulent nipple until it was a shade of blood-red. His mouth continued down south as his right hand groped my boobs and he drew little circles of saliva down my chest and onto my navel. Using the other hand he spread my pussy, exposing my throbbing and enlarged clit using his index and middle fingers as his thumb began pushing into my vaginal opening, rubbing the roof of it, right under the clit. His mouth moved further down onto my thighs, caressing, nibbling and sucking my creamy flesh as his other hand came down and he inserted a finger into my waiting, dripping choot. He tried to push in but couldn't as he felt my hymen in the way as I gasped in a little bit of pain from the pressure applied by him on my virginity.



"You're still a virgin!" said Ram as in his mind he started drooling on the aspect of shoving his huge cock into my tight cunt and taking my cherry!

Deflowering me!

"Y-yes sir" I replied. Instantly he was rock hard again.

"That's a lucky break, I haven't had a virgin phuddi in years." As he said this he moved his mouth onto my clit and began expertly flicking it with his tongue, combining the flicks with making shapes while exerting a sucking pressure on my clit and downward pressure on it with his tongue. I began moaning louder as his flicking and sucking got more vigorous and his fingers began rubbing the inside of my vagina, being careful not to push against my hymen.



He continued his possessed movements and my twat was exuding more juices than he was lapping up until it was glistening with a slippery combination of my juices and his saliva. I began to writhe as he relentlessly kept sucking and flicking my clit and fingering me until I began shuddering and convulsing on his face, pressing the sides of it with my thighs as an electric orgasm swept through my body making my short pubic hair stand at attention. Ram was rock hard and ready to go.

Even before I could recover from my state of ecstasy, Ram quickly stood up and rammed his member into my so fast that I let out a gasp and looked at him with a look of pain and disbelief. Her surprise gave way to pain which was still mixed with the orgasmic euphoria from just a few seconds ago as he began slowly moving in and out of my choot.

"That hurts so much, please stop," I squealed.

"Don't worry, a few seconds of pain will be your gateway to a lifetime of pleasure," responded Ram, "In a few strokes it will stop hurting and start feeling really good, trust me."



I kept whimpering as he slid his cock in and out of my cunt slowly until my whimpers turned into moans which got steadily louder. Ram knew that the balance of the sensation had tilted on its head from a lot of pain mixed with a little pleasure to a little pain and mostly pleasure.

"Beginning to feel good isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes sir, oh yes. Oh my God it feels so good, oh please don't stop, please keep going."

Ram increased his pace and intensity and started slamming his cock deep into my tight, wet, virgin cunt as I started to get louder with my moans. He was going in harder and faster with each thrust as his balls began slapping against my ass, soaking up the fluids leaking from my pussy.



"Oh...Shit...Fuck...Oh, fuck me...Fuck me hard...Oh, don't stop...Yeah just like that...God, I've wanted you badly...but nobody can know about this...please...please Ram...promise me..."

"I promise" replied Ram in between his thrusts, gasping for air as my pussy felt like it was getting tighter with every stroke, almost like a vacuum sucking on his cock. My eyes rolled into my head, my mouth open wide as I started screaming.

"Ahh...yes...YES...YES!!...I'm going to cum again...oh I'm gonna cum on your huge cock...oh it feels so good...yes...yes...yes....yes, yes yes YES!" At that moment my pussy sucked Ram's cock hard because of the vacuum created by our juices and in a moment Ram felt the walls of my slit writhing and collapsing around his pulsating cock as his own orgasm couldn't hold itself back any longer and he exploded squirt after squirt of warm, thick cum into my pussy until his balls ached with the pressure released and his body, sweaty from all the hard and fast thrusts collapsed upon me as I held him tight.

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His cock was drained out from his orgasm and he moved out of my pussy as a mixture of saliva, my juices and his cum cascaded down my ass cheeks and onto the hotel desk. There was a little blood, but not much. He looked up at my and the lustful expression in my eyes had given way to a satisfied one as I looked on at him intently, in the afterglow of the orgasm



"Well, life should get more fun now don't you think?" Ram asked as he winked at me.

"Yes sir," I replied, "but it must stay as our little secret."

"Absolutely," said Ram.

I went to the bathroom, had a shower, changed into the lingerie which I had left on the dresser, and came out into Ram's arms, as he slowly led me into bed. I drifted off to sleep, as he continued to caress my back ever so gently.



It must have been about four in the working when I woke up, for a minute frightened about where I was. I slowly realized what had happened. I turned to look towards Ram, and he awakened with my movements and drew me close to his warm body. baby, I hoped you enjoyed our important meeting. Yes, sir, I enjoyed it, though I was scared to bits before. It happens for the first time, Ram replied, stroking my hair. We shall do this regularly. It is now part of your job description. I will pay you Rs 15000 in cash every month extra, whether we meet or not. And each time we meet I will give you 10000 extra as well.



My head was reeling now. I would be doubling my salary by meeting him just once a month. Besides, it was really thrilling getting fucked by a 50 year stud. As you say, sir, I have lots to learn from you.

He turned me over and gently kissed my cheeks. Pinched my nipples. Without undressing me reached out below and found the slit in the panty and commenced a deft kneading of my clitoral stub with his fingers. Feeling me moist, he slowly moved over me and guided my hand to his semi erect cock. I softly ran my fingers, hand after hand, over it. All the while kissing and licking his chest. The lovemaking was soft and gentle now, he was smoothly pistoning me with his lund. Gradually he turned our connected bodies, over till I was above him. I was now riding him, with his long cock spearing my cunt. I started squatting above him and lowered myself, glad of my time in the gym. I was sweating and Ram was rubbing my nipples. Realizing my inexperience, he then thrust his palms and started to help me do the woman on top. My vagina felt raw but it a pleasurable sensation. I orgasmed at least four times until I felt his warm fluid inside me. I fell over him, and clung on to Ram, totally exhausted.



I guess the sleep that overcame me, was long and deep. When I woke again, it was bright daylight streaming through the open curtains.

I got up and looked around the room. Ram seemed to have left, there was an envelope on the table containing 50000 rupees, a single fresh bundle of 500 rupee notes. A note with the money read,

Hope you had a great time! A little extra for the cherry!

I was being paid for sex. That makes me a randi, I thought to myself mischievously



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Hebah Patel parked her car in the long, curved driveway of her large home. Her high heels clicked on the stone steps leading to the front door. Amit watched her from the den and, after six years of marriage, still couldn't help thinking what a lucky man he was to have caught her fancy. He admired the way her frequent trips to the private health club kept her trim 31-year old body in fantastic shape. Even now, as she skipped up the steps, he could see the shape of lithe, athletic legs flexing in her jeans. She wore a tight T shirt that scarcely hid her shapely breasts which bobbed perceptibly as she pranced into the foyer of the house. A jacket was carelessly dbangd over her shoulders.






Seeing Amit watch her, Hebah smiles self consciously. In spite of her beauty she was humble and modest, as modest as her voluptuous body would allow her to be. She shook her long black hair free from it's bun and he watched the light wavy locks cascade down her shoulders


"How was your day, dear," Amit asked, sipping juice and offering a glass to Hebah.


"Oh, bad. Some thing or the other keeps happening at the office but then that's life." She smiled.


Noting that she carried her gym bag, Amit asked, "Stop by the gym today?"


She paused for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words.





"Yes. I stopped by during my lunch hour. Why do you ask?' she added suspiciously.


"Nothing. I'm glad you got a chance to visit the club. I know how much you enjoy your work outs."


She seemed to relax with that.


Hebah removed her jacket and laid it across a chair in the foyer. The outline of her breasts were clearly visible through the sheer material of her white T shirt, and her large, perpetually hard nipples tented the tips, in spite of the bra she wore. She stretched luxuriously.


"Don't either of you move!"





The sound of the deep masculine voice caused both Hebah and Amit to spin their heads towards the kitchen door. There, holding a revolver leveled at the two, was a large Black man dressed in black sweat pants and a black turtle neck. He wore a black watch cap and leather gloves.


"Don't make any noise. I just want your jewelry and valuables. If you cooperate neither of you will get hurt," he growled.


"Oh my God," Hebah said meekly, holding her hand at her throat. Amit said, "Take what you want. Just don't harm us!"


"Move into the dining room!" the burglar demanded. Hebah and Amit entered the open kitchen. The man ordered them to sit at the breakfast table. Amit could smell the burglar's sweat.





"I'll have that broach, lady," he said, waving the barrel of his gun at the expensive bobble at Hebah's neck.


"No. My husband gave it to me on the day we were engaged!" Without hesitation the burglar grabbed the broach and ripped it from her blouse. His action pooped the buttons on the top of her shirt and it spread to reveal her deep cleavage. Her alarmed breathing seemed to make her tits grow, threatening to burst the catch on her bra.





"Now, those look pretty good, too" the burglar commented, licking his lips. He slowly traced a line from Hebah's neck to her cleavage with the tip of his gun barrel.

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"Now see here!" Amit rose to his feet. A blinding flash of intense pain forced him back to his seat and he realized that the burglar had hit him across his jaw with the revolver. Amit could feel a trickle of blood begin to meander down one corner of his mouth.


"Please, Amit! Do what he says," Hebah pleaded.


"Yeah, do what I say" the burglar gave an evil grin.


"Now, I'm gonna have you both strip and I'm going to tie you in your chairs. That'll give me time to get what I want and get out of here. You strip first, young man."


Shaking with rage and impotent shame, Amit began shedding his casual clothes. The Black burglar's eyes darted from Amit to Hebah and back. At last Amit slipped off his expensive jockey shorts.


"Shit! I am sorry but you shouldn't be so tense. Look what it has done to your cock" the Negro guffawed.


Amit looked down and saw that his penis, through fear, had shrunk to just a button.


"Bastard" Hebah hissed at the burglar. He silenced her by drawing back his arm as if to strike her.


"Sit in your chair, boy. Now, let me help the little lady with her clothes."


"No! I won't allow it..." Amit started to rise but the burglar brandished the gun at him, then placed the muzzle to Hebah's head.


"I'm going to split this bitch's head if you don't do as I say, young man!"


"Please! Please don't hurt me!" Hebah pleaded, tears coursing down her cheeks.


Standing behind Hebah the Black slipped one hand around to her tit and began to massage it roughly. Hebah hung her head in shame and sobbed quietly. He then forced her to take the T shirt off. He pulled off one glove with his teeth and reached around to unsnap her bra. Hebah's tits feel free and swayed slightly in front of her. He resumed his handling of her firm tits.





Amit averted his gaze down at the floor, burning with rage.


"Look up, young man! Don't feel shy. If she is going to enjoy it, you too should!"


Amit raised his head and noticed that Hebah was no longer sobbing, She seemed to be biting her lip to keep silent. At the same time, Amit saw that Hebah was, barely perceptibly, grinding her butt against the burglars front.


"She is a smart girl. Knows how to make best of a bad situation" the Black laughed.


He unzipped the fly of her jeans and shoved his hand between her legs. Suddenly Hebah moaned and her knees buckled. She was supported by the Black's strong hand on her womanhood. Hebah seemed to go limp. Her head lolled from side to side and her eyes were shut. She sucked her breath in between clenched teeth.





The Black turned Hebah to face the table then leaned her forward. Her breasts mashed flat against the table top. She was chewing on one knuckle.


"Hebah..." Amit said meekly.


"Oh, Amit. I'm so sorry..." she moaned.


Amit was perplexed. Hebah never seemed to abandon herself during sex and, quite frankly, never seemed all that interested in sex in the first place. Now she was moaning like a cat in heat with this stranger pawing her private parts. Amit could smell her lubricated labia and could hear the increasing wet sounds on the Black's thick fingers working her vulva. At last the Black backed away from Amit's wife. Amit gasped when he saw the distinct outline of the burglar' bulging erection through the material of his sweat pants. Hebah twitched on the table, her rump rising and falling at if to some arousing music.





"See this, young man? This is what a thick cock is!"


The burglar kept the gun trained on Amit and tugged down his sweat pants with his free hand. His unbound cock suddenly cleared the waist of his pants and sprung out from his body and bobbed obscenely. Amit couldn't believe his eyes. The man's penis was at least nine inches long and at thick as Hebah's wrist. It had a slight upwards curve to it. The Black massaged his cock with his free hand, pulling the foreskin back and forth. Amit could almost feel it vibrate in the air, much like the way a fine bass guitar is felt rather than heard.


The Black pulled down her jeans to reveal her shapely ass. Smiling wickedly, he ripped the delicate pink lace panties from her and tossed them at Amit's face. The panties hit them and slipped away. Amit could feel the cool air on his cheeks from Hebah's damp panties.





"Don't do this, please! I'll pay you anything!" Amit pleaded. The burglar only smiled and worked his horse cock to rock hardness. He them positioned it at Hebah's pouty pussy. Her eyes suddenly opened and she rose on her palms to look back over her shoulder. Her gasp sent shivers of fear down Amit's spin.


"I can't take that! Please...." she begged.


The burglar ignored her pleas and slipped his cock-tip up and down her groove. She shuddered involuntarily and moaned again, loudly. Amit suddenly became aware of an odd feeling. Looking down into his lap he saw that his own penis was fully erect and lifting Hebah's torn panties. His heart leapt into his throat. How could this be?





"Hey! Look at your dick, young man! You sure are enjoying it. And why not? When your girl is! I always like girls who keep their pussies trimmed and shaped. Always prepared. And you, girl, kick off your sandals. I like my girls barefooted especially when they have fuckable feet." the Negro boomed.

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Hebah bent down to unbuckle her sandals and as she did so she dreamily opened her eyes and regarded her husband's erect cock. She narrowed her eye brows and looked at it with mixed feeling. The burglar slipped an inch of his bloated cock into Amit's wife's snug snatch. Hebah's eyes clenched and she hissed through her grinding teeth.


"Tell me you want it!" the burglar commanded.


"Please... don't fuck me..." Hebah hissed.


"Say it!"


"I... I want your cock... please," Hebah said softly.


"No. Say it loud. Say it with feeling!"


"I... I want your Black cock!" she hissed.


"Go on!"


"I want your big Black cock in me. I want to feel you deep in my belly!"





"You're a natural, kid," the Black laughed." But I guess we should do it the proper way especially since your husband is enjoying it so much."


He placed his butt on an armless chair and beckoned Hebah towards him.


"Okay, you'll come here, hold my dick, rub it against your pussy lips and girl, you are so lucky you will get to ride it. Now be quick."


Her barefeet making no noise Hebah moved reluctantly towards him. She caught hold of his dick and as instructed rubbed it against her pussy. Amit watched spellbound, his erection growing harder. Hebah was so engrossed that she did not notice that her bare breasts were right next to the man's lips.





He took her pretty face in his hands and forced his mouth on her. She tried to avoid it but he was much too strong. He drove his tongue into her mouth and played with her tongue, he withdrew and kissed her with loud smooching sounds. He held her hair and held it in a tight bunch as with his free hand he squeezed her soft swollen breasts. Hebah felt the heat of his blood engorged penis between her thighs and with every slight movement, felt it inch closer and closer to her pussy.


As he sucked her taut nipples haltingly and slathered her breasts with his hot tongue, she felt the knob of his dick begin to spread her pussy open and begin it's journey into her. It hardly met any resistance with all the juices that flowed freely inside her and Hebah felt her walls stretching as he filled her up slowly.





He continued kissing her and playing with her lush tits while he drove his cock deep into her and filled her aching pussy with his cock.


He then bared his teeth and slowly caught the thick nipple between his teeth. Hebah gasped and he laughed and he now sucked it fully. Looking towards Amit he laughed. " This is one of the juiciest nipples I have sucked. You are a lucky man."


He kept the revolver on one side and with both hands caught hold of her buttock cheeks pulled them so that his cock was firmly and fully inside Hebah's pussy.





Hebah squealed. It was too thick and long. He laughed. "Take it easy, babe. Okay, you regulate the tempo while I concentrate on your tits."


The resistance of her tight vagina caused his long cock to bend and buckle, but slowly almost the entire length was embedded in her pussy. Hebah moved her ass from side to side and up and down, trying to accommodate the massive invader. It was obvious that while the thick cock was inside she was kind of restless and was involuntarily moving up and down and the motion was that of fucking it. Keeping the muzzle pointed at Amit he reached up with his free hand and cupped one of Hebah's swinging breasts.





"Ohhhh..." she said with a shudder.


"You like to have those tits played with, huh?"


"Yes! Play with my tits!"

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Precum was drooling from the end on Amit's pink prick. He cursed his body for it's betrayal. He noticed that the forward movement of the Black man's cock had stopped in Hebah's gash. Amit knew that the Black had hit bottom. There was still two full inches of unused cock left! The Black made Hebah rise fully so that there was a plonk sound and then pulled her down when it went in smoothly. Amit was surprised that Hebah increased the tempo with each thrust. Within minutes the thrusts were so pronounced that her bare breasts were bouncing and the cock was almost fully inside when Hebah banged down on it with her body weight. Her painted toes were flexed handling most of the movement.


"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Hebah wailed.


She looked sadly at Amit, who's hand had subconsciously moved to stroke his own erection. "I'm so sorry, Amit! I can't help it! Please forgive me!"


"I forgive you, love," he responded in a whisper. Sweat dripped from the burglar's chin and he seemed to be lost in concentration as he jack-hammered the young wife. A ring of foam formed at the base of his cock at it's deepest marking. He savaged Hebah's swinging tits.





At last, he gave a mighty thrust and hugged Hebah with his hands while he buried his face between her breasts. His thrusts became ragged, then slowed. Amit knew that the Black had drained his balls deep into his wife's pussy. Hebah's body writhed beneath the burglar. She forced herself back against his cock and wiggled her ass uncontrollably. Gasping for breath, the Black finally slid his slackening erection from her ruddy cunt.


"No..." Hebah protested softly.


Amit looked down at his hand and realized that he had cum. A modestly riverlette of frosty white liquid drained down his knuckles. The Black's cock hung limply from his crotch. It was glistening with his own discharge and Hebah's natural lubricant. Even now, with it limp, it was a massive organ.





"Get up!" he ordered Hebah between gasps.


"It would be unfair not to let the man not fuck his own wife. Hey, come and fuck her or your dick will feel bad." He motioned with his gun. " And you, Miss. How about a little blow job? I am not likely to return soon to fuck you again though I am sure you will miss me so...."


He positioned himself on the table and beckoned Hebah who was absolutely nude.


"Come come, I don't have all the way." As Hebah moved gingerly towards her, he bent down and took her thick erect nipple in his mouth and gave a strong suck.


"Ouch" Hebah squealed with pain and pleasure.


"Quick." He snarled menacingly.





Hebah bent down and rolled the foreskin back with her hand as she felt Amit's cock entering her wet pussy."Hey, young man. Watch your Miss's movements and synchronize your cock with that. As Hebah started sucking the thick cock only half of which she was able to take in her mouth, Amit started fucking the well fucked pussy of his wife.


"Different, isn't it? Wet pussy? Enjoy it. Quick girl." He said as Hebah increased the pace. Hebah was bobbing her head up and down faster, fucking him with her mouth and stopping periodically. It was now she who was feeding off his massive cock. Finally he said "I'm cumming baby...now arghhhhhhhhhh."


The powerful strong eruptions almost gagged her. She involuntarily wanted to withdraw but his hand held her head in place so that she ended up swallowing a good amount of it since there was no other option..





"You haven't come? Forget it. Fuck her at leisure at night. Your little missus is gonna show me where the jewelry be. You stay right there, boy, or I cap the bitch."


"Do as he says, Amit." She pleaded. Amit watched quietly as his nude wife surprisingly confident despite her nudity and the fact that she had recently been fucked accompanied the burglar.


As soon as Amit heard them on the second-story floor he ran for the kitchen phone.


"Damn" he thought. "The line's cut!"


Maybe Hebah had her cellular phone in her gym bag! Amit began fishing through her sweaty gym clothes when something caught his eye. He lifted a Polaroid picture from Hebah's gym bag and stared at the image with disbelief. There was Hebah, in her workout duds, standing next to the burglar. Only now, the burglar was dressed in tight shorts and had a red tank top with the words "Trainer" across the chest. From their smiles in the picture it was obvious to Amit that they were quite friendly. Amit was confused. Why did Hebah not tell the man she knew him. That would have scared him. He hurriedly kept the stuff back. When Hebah returned to the kitchen she collapsed at Amit's feet.





"Oh my God! I thought it would never end! He left by the back gate dear. We are free of him."


"I should call the security officer, dear," Amit said, running his hand over Hebah's head.


"No! You can't! I mean, he knows where we live and he might come back! Let's just try to forget that this ever happened. Okay?" Amit looked down at his beautiful wife. He could see a pool of foamy cum forming on the floor under her pussy. He thought she had never looked sexier.





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As graduation day approached, I was one of the fortunate students to have a full-time job waiting for me at a real estate development company I had interned with for two summers. Even better, I didn't have to start work until the Tuesday after Memorial Day, and that would leave me a week of doing nothing but sleeping in and catching up on sleep I had lost over the past four years. It really didn't matter whether I'd lost sleep due to studying or attending an all-night beer-pong party, I needed to sleep about 14 hours a day for a while to catch up.


My mom and dad had recently retired and were travelling quite a bit, so living at home right after graduation would allow me to save up some cash and, as an only child, have the house to myself. My dad, retired from a career as the chief , and my mom from a lucrative career in commercial real estate leasing, did quite well for themselves and our home was perched on a hillside overlooking the city. They had a huge patio area, complete with swimming pool, hot tub, and built-in cabana style bar, that cantilevered out over the edge of hill and provided a spectacular view of the city.

After graduating on a Saturday, it was the setting on my parent's home where they hosted a party to celebrate with friends and family on Sunday afternoon and evening. It was a  party complete with dancers, music, and drinks with little umbrellas. New friends, old friends, family and a whole host of my parents' friends partied the night away; including the Mayor and his lovely MILF wife who always managed to drink too much and say some funny shit she probably shouldn't say.



The next morning, I was snoring away in a fog when I thought I dreamt someone was tapping on my bedroom door. It had to be a dream, there was no way in hell someone would wake me up at all on the morning after my graduation party. The dream continued and became very real when I felt a light shaking, looked up out of one partially-opened, hangover laiden eye, and saw my mom standing next to my bed.

" You need to get up," she said gently.

After making some incoherent mumbling sounds, I finally was able to peel apart my alcohol-parched lips and say, "Why, is the house burning down?"

"No silly. It is 9am and you promised Trisha you'd be over to their place by 10."

Trisha was the wife of Mayor; the current Mayor of our city. I had no idea what my mom was talking about, but there was no way in hell I was going over there that early in the morning; I doubt very much Trisha was in any better shape than I was given how much she had to drink the night before.

"What are you talking about, Mom?" I asked with an angry voice.

"Don't get all bent out of shape with me! You told the Mayor & Trisha you'd gladly help them with some work today for which they'd gladly pay you. In fact, your exact words were 'Sure. I'll see you at 10. The extra cash will really help until I start my job.'"



"Oh shit. Okay. I have some foggy recollection of that." I rolled over, buried my head in my pillow and blew off a litany of swear words aimed at myself for my own stupidity. I finally dragged myself out of bed, stumbled into some shorts and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs. I love my mom; she greeted me with an extra-large cup of morning joe and a peanut butter and jelly breakfast sandwich.

"Here you go, BJ. Don't let Trisha drive you crazy with her non-stop gossip."

"Whatever. At least I'll pick up a little cash. Those people have money, so I am hoping they pay me well."

As I drove over to her home, helped by the sudden onboarding of caffeine, my hangover cleared enough for me to think it wouldn't be a bad day to catch a few glimpses of Trisha. She was well-known around town as being heavily involved in many high-profile non-profit organizations and community groups. However, amongst the younger male crowd, she was most famous for being arguably the hottest MILF in the city. The Cole's never had children so her body didn't suffer the consequences. Trisha is not skinny, but carrying a healthy chunk that is topped off by tits in the B range; if I was in a betting pool I'd say 33b.

As I pulled up to the driveway entrance of their lavish home (some would say mansion) I pushed the button on the call box at the gate. A pleasant female voice answered, "Hello, Brian is that you?" Brian J is my real name, but no one who really knows me calls me anything but BJ (a nickname that was quite valuable growing up I might add).

"Yes. It's BJ. I'm here at the gate."



"Okay, drive up to the garage at the side of the house and I'll have someone meet you out there."

I drove through the U-shaped driveway, past their beautiful home, and pulled up outside a 4-car garage. One of the garage doors started opening and out walked woman. She showed me into the house, offered me a bottle of water, which I gladly took (still dehydrated from drinking the night before) and then walked me out to a pool house in the backyard. Keeping in mind the fantastic yard at my parents I grew up with, this place was right out of a magazine. Large pool with natural waterfalls in a garden setting, a hot tub, and a few king-sized cabanas. There was no other furniture or pads on the cabanas and I quickly found out that my first job was to empty out the stuff from the expansive pool house to get the yard ready for a summer of parties.

As I cleared out the pool house, I realized it had a steam room, a dry sauna, a bedroom, bathroom, small kitchen, and even a little bar that had a service window opening out to the pool deck. Hell, this place was like its own little house. "What a great place to grow up. Think of all the chicks I could've brought back here," I thought to myself.

Once I was done, I refilled my water bottle from the refrigerator water-dispenser and sat down on a comfy chair in the pool house. A few minutes later, the same woman who greeted me, came waddling back to the pool house. She inspected my work and then asked me if I wanted a sandwich. I gladly accepted and she brought me some more cold water, a sandwich, and some chips. The pool deck was the perfect place to relax and enjoy lunch. However, still no sign of Trisha and that was supposed to be one of the perks of agreeing to work here.

Once I finished work, the woman returned again and led me back into the garage. After opening two of the doors, she had me back out a large, black Mercedes sedan and a white, Cadillac Escalade SUV; what a fucking nice ride the Caddy was. A staircase leading to a large attic lowered out of the ceiling and I could tell my next assignment wasn't going to be as fun as the last.

Leading me to what seemed like a large office just inside the home, I was shown stacks of boxes of books; enough to fill a college library. And, you guessed it, they had to go up into the attic. Books, not the lightest of cargo, have got to be the worst thing to carry up flimsy stairs and into the attic. At 6' 2" and 200 pounds, while the weight wasn't the biggest issue, squatting in the attic, carrying heavy boxes, made this seem like punishment.

As I begrudgingly started moving the boxes, I realized that maybe I was being punished by this woman; my task master. I couldn't figure out why the first couple hours of the day, when it was still reasonably cool, I worked outside and now, as the heat of the day increased, I was working in and out of an attic that felt like it was 120 degrees. And, still no sign of "Trisha."

As I was chugging down one of my many cold bottles of water, in between hoisting boxes, I saw my task master walk out to her car and drive away for the day. I guessed this was my last job of the day and set out to finish. I grabbed my last box and headed up the stairs. As I came down out of the attic, satisfied I didn't need to go to the gym for a few days, the door opened to the house and out walked Trisha, finally. And boy was it worth the wait.

She was wearing a short skirt and a cleavage-revealing, scoop neck t-shirt that was so tight it looked painted on her gigantic tits. She was amazingly beautiful. She gave a little laugh and said, "Look at you, Brian. You're a mess. You've obviously worked very hard."



Glancing down at myself, I realized I had picked up my share of cobwebs in the attic and my shirt was completely soaked through with sweat. What hair I had was tossed all around and equally covered in cobwebs. "Hi, Trisha. Yes, that was quite a task. But, I'm all done and it was a great workout."

"Thank you so much. My lazy husband couldn't have moved one of those stupid boxes. Come here. Follow me inside." I gladly followed her plump little ass and swaying hips into the house and down the hallway into their spacious kitchen. I was pleased to accept an ice cold beer from the fridge and sat down at their bar.

We chatted a little bit and then she asked, "Hey, do you need to run off right away?"

"Well, no, why, Trisha?"


" Trisha. please call me BJ. No one that really knows me calls me Brian."

"BJ? I'll bet that nickname was popular with the girls, huh?"

"Um, uh, yes," I said awkwardly laughing.

"Anyway BJ, I just got a call from a place downtown and a new chair I ordered is in. Could you go with me in my car to pick it up and bring it back? I'll pay you extra."

"Oh, you don't have to pay me extra. I'd be glad to help."

"That is very sweet. Here, follow me. Let's get you a clean, dry shirt before we go" We went up the stairs and down a long hallway and into their bedroom. I was nervous. She went into a large walk-in closet and came out with a t-shirt. "Here, take your shirt off," she said as she walked away into the bathroom.



I pulled off my wet t-shirt just as she came back with a small bath towel. She walked right up to me and started wiping the sweat off my bare chest. "What the fuck? I am standing, without a shirt on, in the Mayor's bedroom, and his wife is wiping the sweat off my chest with a towel," I thought to myself.

"Wow, no wonder you handled those boxes so well. You're in amazing shape," she commented.

"Thank you. I try," I said.

As soon as she declared me clean enough for the new shirt, I put it on and we headed back downstairs. I was still lost in the feeling that this hot MILF had just wiped me down. Fortunately, during that whole episode, my cock didn't bulge out too far.

She grabbed a red plastic cup off the counter, tossed me the keys and said, "Do you mind driving? I hate driving our SUV. It is too fucking big. Not to mention, if you drive I can have a cocktail."

"Sure," I gladly accepted! If only my friends could see me now. Fresh off being half-naked in the Mayor's bedroom with his hot wife, I was driving her around town in her bad ass SUV while she, illegally, sipped on a margarita.

We chatted about college and my upcoming job and then she asked me, "So, BJ, what do people around town think of me?"

"Oh, I don't know. I haven't been around much so, I've never really heard anyone say anything," I said dodging the fact that I knew most women couldn't stand her.

"Okay. Fair enough. What do guys your age think of me," she asked, increasing my anxiety?

"Um, well. We think you're pretty cool. I mean, you're the Mayor's wife."

"I don't want to only be the Mayor's wife."

"Oh yeah, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, you help a lot of people and do a lot of great things, too," I said in fine recovery.

There was silence for a little while and I noticed she was kind of studying me quietly. "Do guys think I'm hot?"



Fortunately, I did not jerk the car off the road and crash it. My heart was beating fast enough that I certainly could have. "Um, well, I guess I never really thought about it, but yes, I think people think you're a good looking woman."

"What about you? Do you think I'm hot?"

The sweat returned to my head as bad as it poured out when I was in the hot attic. I couldn't figure out if this was some kind of trap conversation I'd gotten myself into or what. I was panicked and trying desperately not to show it. Finally, before I passed out from anxiety, I heard my voice, almost like an out of body experience blurt out, "Hell yes! I think you're very hot."

"Wow. That is really nice to hear coming from such a handsome, well-built, young man like you. I do my best to stay in shape." She turned her head to glance at herself in the mirror on the sun visor and said, "Turn right at the next street. The place is right there."

We arrived at the furniture place without any further conversation. We loaded up the chair hopped back in the Escalade and headed back to her house. The conversation on the way home was about the chair and why she loved this particular antique. I asked as many questions as I could think of in hopes to stay away from more conversation like on the way to the store and I was thankfully successful.

I carried the chair into her living room and placed it in the spot she'd carefully thought through. She offered me another beer, so I took my place at the bar on a stool and chatted with her; trying hard not to stare into her ample cleavage. I flexed my neck to both sides, a habit I have when my neck is stiff or sore, and that prompted her to ask, "Are you sore from all the work I had you do?"

"Oh, just a little stiffness in my neck," I said.

Before I knew it, she had come around the counter and was standing behind me and started massaging my neck and shoulders. As she rubbed my back, she would lean in and brush her breasts against my back. I was sure she was doing it on purpose, but I wasn't about to move. After about 5 minutes, and a hard on beginning to push out my shorts, she stopped, came around the counter and said, "Did that help?"



"Yes, yes. That felt great," I said as I flexed my neck some more. I sipped my beer, glanced up and noticed her nipples were popping out of her shirt. Clearly she enjoyed giving me the massage as much as I enjoyed getting it.

"Listen, I'll bet you're hungry. Why don't you stay for dinner?"

"Oh wow, dinner with the Mayor and his wife. That would be fun, but my parents are catching a red eye tonight and I said I'd grab dinner with them and drop them off at the airport."

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"Bummer," she said trying to sound younger than she was, "The Mayor left early this morning for a business trip and I was hoping to have you stick around. Rain check?"

"Of course. That would be great."

I finished my beer, thanked her again, accepted the payment she had for me. Even better, she gave me an extended, tight hug; her huge tits smashed into my chest. I walked carefully out to my car, trying to hide the signs of my erection, and headed home. On my way home, I replayed the latter part of the day. I was toweled off, shirtless, in the Mayor's bedroom. I told the Mayor's wife I thought she was hot. She rubbed her tits on my back, hardening her nipples, and I got an offer to stay for dinner that seemed like it might have included more than dinner.



I got home, walked in the door, and was greeted by my mom who was shuffling her suitcase across the floor. "Hey BJ. You're finally home. We were wondering if you forgot. Did you work this whole time at the mayor's?"

"Yes. She had a lot for me to do, but she paid me well."

"Was Trisha friendly?"

"Uh yes. I mean, I mostly dealt with the woman that works around their house."

"Did she dress to kill?" my dad said laughing as he came into the room.

"What? I didn't even notice," I said, winking at my dad without my mom seeing me.

"Okay, okay. Come on you two. We need to go," my mom ordered.

We grabbed a quick dinner and I dropped them off at the departures curb about 8pm. As I was getting back into the car, my mom kissed me goodbye and said, "Have fun while we're gone. Enjoy yourself for the week. Real life starts soon."

"Okay, mom. I'll do my best."

On my way home, I stopped at a little bar near our house to catch a few innings of the cricket game and spend a little of my hard earned cash on a nice drink or two. As I sipped on my cocktail, Tanqueray and tonic, the young woman a few seats down started looking better and better. She was a thin woman with long, straight, black hair. She have any real figure to speak of, but I was feeling the drinks and still a little horny from the interaction with Trisha early that day. I caught her attention, smiled, and said hello.

"Hi, I'm BJ. And your name?" I asked.

"Shriya Sharma. Nice to meet you BJ."



She was happy to strike up a surface conversation, so I slid down a few stools and chatted with her. She was cute enough and it wasn't like I had any other prospects to hook up with. After a few minutes, her phone buzzed with an incoming call and she excused herself outside to take the call. While she was out, I grabbed a pen from the bartender and wrote my number on a napkin; thinking it might come in handy. When she returned, she apologized for having to run off; she had to help a friend who was caught up in some kind of ex-boyfriend drama. As she got up to leave, I thought "what the hell" and said, "Hey, here's my number if you ever want to continue our conversation."

"Thank you. I'd like that," she said as she happily took my number and headed out.

"I guess you struck out," said the bartender.

"Yeah, for now," I laughed. I finished my drinks and headed home to chill out.

I got home, made myself some popcorn, and plopped on the couch in front of the huge, wall-sized TV we had. ESPN's SportsCenter didn't hold my attention for long and I quickly fell asleep. About 10pm, my phone, sitting on the end table next to my head, buzzed to life with a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: Hey BJ. What are you up to?

I was stumped at who the text was from. Perhaps it was Shriya . I wanted to be careful, just in case it wasn't, so I texted back my standard line in these situations.



Me: This is really awkward, but I don't seem to have your number stored on my phone. Who is this?

Unknown Number: If I send a picture would it help you.

Me: Sure.

A few minutes turned into about 5 minutes and, just when I figured whomever it was had gone away, my phone buzzed again. This time, a picture appeared on my screen of a close up shot of what I believed to be some cleavage; it could have also been someone's ass cheeks. I knew one thing for sure, if it was cleavage, it certainly wasn't Shriya's;

Me: Well, that doesn't help too much. But it looks good.

Unknown Number: Want another hint?

Normally, I would easily tire of a game like this, but I was curious about who this might be. There were any number of possibilities of girls from college, or it could be an asshole friend of mine playing a joke.

Me: Yes. Another hint would help.

U.N.: How about you ask me a few "yes or no" questions?

Me: Okay. Is that cleavage?

U.N.: Yes it is.

Me: Is it your cleavage?

U.N.: Yes.



Assuming the texts were truthful, I had narrowed it down to girls I knew with a huge rack that would decide, randomly, late at night, to text me like this. I was definitely interested in finding out and here came that horny feeling again.

Me: Do I know you from college?

U.N. No.

Me: High college?

U.N.: No.

Me: I give up.

U.N.: Oooooh. I was having fun. How about another picture?

Me: Seriously, I am getting pretty tired.

U.N.: Don't go away yet. Wait for the next picture.

Again, I waited about 5 minutes. My phone buzzed and up popped a very close up picture of a nipple. It was a pink, areola with a very hard nipple poking out of the center.

Me: That doesn't help, but it sure looks great.



My cock was hardening in my shorts. Even if this was a joke, it was fun and what could it hurt to do a little "sexting" with whomever this was. I waited for the response which, based on the three little dots appearing and disappearing several times on my iPhone screen, the texter was having trouble coming up with.

U.N.: Does that last picture make you excited?

Me: Of course. It would make anyone excited.

U.N.: Can you show me how excited you are?

Okay, this may be where I should've drawn the line. Texting a picture of my hard dick to some random number had all kinds of horrible implications. What if it was someone from my new job trying to trap me? What if it was some random, underaged girl and the cops were involved? My brain was telling me to cut and run, but my dick was telling me to keep it up. I compromised. I had a large bulge in my shorts, so I took a photo of that and sent it away.

U.N.: My picture wasn't with clothing on.

Me: I'm not doing that. This is fun, but I don't know who you are. (Thankfully my brain won the battle with my libido that time).

U.N.: Okay. Would you like to meet me?

Me: I think so. Where?

U.N.: How about Running  Park?

Me: Tomorrow?

U.N. Tonight.

Okay, fuck this. There is no way in hell I am going to some random park, at almost 11pm, to meet some crazy woman; if it really is a woman.

Me: You know what. This is crazy. Stop texting me.

U.N.: Whoa. Sorry. What happened?

Me: I am not going to a fucking park late at night to meet someone crazy enough to text me a picture of their tit.

U.N.: Okay. How about the grocery store at the Mall?

That grocery store was in the most upscale part and it was a very well lit, public place. It couldn't hurt to see who this was. And, if it was some kind of joke my friends were playing on me, it would make for good laughs. I decided to accept, but wanted a little bit more information first.

Me: Okay, but first, you're over 18 right?

U.N.: Yes, for sure.

Me: How will I know how to find you?

U.N.: I'll text you more info in a little bit. See you there soon?

Me: WTH. Ok.

I hopped off the couch, ran upstairs and changed into some jeans and a sweatshirt. I put on some good running shoes; part of me was still wondering if I might need to outrun someone. I had consumed a few drinks already , and I thought it would be better to show up a bit incognito in case it was friends that knew my car, so I hailed an Uber to the grocery store. On the way there, another text came through:

Unknown Number: Hey. I'll be in the backseat of a large, black, Chevy Suburban in front of the store.

Me: The back seat?

U.N.: I'm taking an Uber there. Hop in with me.

Okay, this was weird. I decided I better make damn sure this Suburban was in fact an Uber. I had seen enough bad cop shows on TV to not think maybe this was some crazy kidnapping plot. Of course, what the hell would anyone want with a college student with no money.

Me: Ok.

I showed up and instructed my driver to leave me at the other end of the strip mall. I approached the grocery store slowly and, sure enough, there was a black Suburban parked near the front of the store. With my heart racing as fast as I have ever felt it, I stopped and watched the car for a minute from a safe distance. I confirmed the little Uber sign in the front window and so I slowly approached the car; taking a wide turn to come up from behind.

As I got within a few feet of the car, the electric window slowly rolled down and a women with blonde hair, dark glasses, a scarf, and a hat leaned her head out and said, "I'm glad you came, BJ."

"Trisha," I asked? Fortunately, I was using her first name and didn't blurt out her real name which could have easily revealed her identity to the driver. She was obviously trying to disguise herself to some extent.

"Yes. Get in."

I hopped in the backseat. While my mind was relieved this wasn't some kind of criminal plot, my mind started racing about why the Mayor's wife had sent me a picture of her tit; let alone even how she got my phone number.



I slid across the seat, so that I could whisper to her. I moved my head toward her ear and she turned, grabbed the back of my head, and gave me a deep, french kiss. As our lips finally parted, I whispered, "How did you get my number?"

"Your mom. At the party. When I knew you'd be coming over to work."

"And, is this why you really wanted my number," I asked?

"I didn't plan this exactly, but I knew I wanted you." With that comment, she ran her hand on the inside part of my thigh, brushed over my hard cock, and kissed me again.



Kissing her back was an instinctual move. We kissed a little more, trying to be somewhat discreet, in the Uber to her house. She had the driver leave us off in front of a house two gates down from her house; the same location she had him pick her up. She seemed like a pro at this. After he pulled away, we walked to her gate and let ourselves in.

She opened the door to her house and, as I passed by her to enter, she grabbed my butt and said, "I can't wait to get a piece of this."

I jumped a little, turned around,and she grabbed me and pulled our bodies together in a long, passionate kiss. As we broke apart, I had to ask, "So, this is all okay to do here? I mean, you're okay with this?"

"You'll know the answer to that in a little bit. Go make us a couple drinks and meet me out by the hot tub."

She yanked off the blonde wig as she walked away and I headed for the bar and replayed the highlight reel of the last 18 hours or so. It started with me, innocently (or so I thought), helping out a woman over 12 years my senior with some chores for a little cash. That parlayed into me being shirtless in the bedroom she normally shared with her husband, a litany of sexual innuendos while running an errand, an invitation to dinner, some late night sexting, a make out session in the backseat of a car on the way to her house, and now; who knows. Oh, and added into that mix was the small fact that this was all with the Mayor's wife. I grabbed the margaritas I had made and headed out the door to the hot tub.



The lights in the house were mostly out and there was only dim lighting around the pool deck. I paused briefly for my eyes to adjust and then I saw steam rising from the hot tub and I could hear the bubbles going. Walking over that way, I saw the back of her head as she was slumped down in the hot tub with the water up to her neck. I took a deep breath and approached her and said, "Here's a margarita for you."

"Thank you BJ," she said without moving at all. "Come in. It will really help your sore muscles from all the work I put you through."

"Well, um, I didn't bring a suit," I replied.

Trisha lifted her head, smiled, stood up in the hot tub, completely naked and said, "Does it look like you need one?"



Her gorgeous, wet body glistened in the dim light. Her tits, light colored areolas and hard nipples; the ones I had been exposed to via her text. She was pleasantly plump, not the least bit fat, and had a nice tuft of bush at the very top of her shaved pussy lips. She turned her back to me, showing off her sexy, ample ass, climbed out of the tub, and walked over to me.

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"Let me help you," she said. She reached out, pulled my sweatshirt up and off my body, and then slowly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. She slid them down, with my boxers, and as she did, she got down on her knees. She grabbed my hard cock, gave it a gentle kiss, and said, "Look what we have here. A big, huge, young, studly cock." She stood up, took my hand, and started to lead me to the hot tub.



We got in the hot tub and she sat right next to me. We cuddled side by side and drank the margaritas. I got more comfortable and put my arm around her and reached down to touch her tit. 20 minutes or so into hot tubbing with this gorgeous MILF, and we were just quietly chatting and cuddling; touching each other a little bit. I certainly wasn't going to make any more moves than she did. It came so natural; me and the Mayor's wife sitting naked in his hot tub.

After about 30 minutes, she sat up and stretched her arms up really high, giving me an incredible show of her boobs, and said, "I think it is just about bedtime."



"Yes, it is easy to get sleepy out here, drinking in the hot tub."

She stood up, faced me, giving me a close up view of her unbelievable cunt, and reached out and pulled me up by my hands. My hard dick standing straight out toward her pussy. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then stood back and looked down at my cock. "Well, we can't have you go much longer," she laughed. "Here, follow me."

She led me over to one of the beds I had put out earlier in the day, grabbed some suntan lotion she had there, and laid down on her back. Unsure of where this was going, she motioned me to come over and sit gently on her stomach. "Put your cock here, between my tits. You can tit fuck me."

I put my cock between my her tits, she added a little lotion, pushed her boobs together to engulf my cock and I started fucking her cleavage. She really seemed to enjoy it and kept telling me to "fuck the hell out of the Mayor's wife's tits." Her dirty talk, and the fact that I had been turned on the entire night, meant it took me only a few minutes for my balls to build up pressure.



"I think I am going to cum."

"Cum baby. Cum all over the Mayor's wife's tits," she said, continuing with the slut voice.

That was all it took. My cock blasted jet after jet of hot, white, sticky cum all over her tits. I kept fucking her cleavage while she milked all the sperm out of my balls. Finally, as I got up, I said, "That was fucking amazing."

"That was just a starter. Come on. Let's go inside." Just like that. Away I went with the Mayor's wife. Both of us naked as the day we were born, my cum all over her tits.

We got in the house, went upstairs to her bedroom, and headed straight for the shower. We hopped in the steaming shower and, feeling like I didn't need to hold back at all, I drizzled soap on her huge rack and started massaging them with the sudsy water that flowed over both of us. She fondled by cock and balls while I inserted a finger into her soaking wet cunt. I worked it in and out as she moaned with pleasure.



As my erection started to regain strength with her every stroke she said, "Let's get into bed. I want to fuck this thing."

We dried off, yanked back the covers, and found our home in each other's arms, rolling around on the king-size bed normally shared by the Mayor and Trisha. My dick was fully hard again, so I climbed on top of her and started to line it up with her pussy and hint at pushing it in.

"I'm gonna fuck the Mayor's wife hard," I said with force.

"Not yet you're not. Not unless you want to taste your own cum." With that, she grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved my head down to her pussy. "Stick your tongue in me, young man. Make your hot MILF cum on your face."

I buried my face in her pussy, licking her lips with my tongue. Like no college girl I'd ever seen, Trisha's clit grew like a little tiny cock and she screamed with ecstasy every time I sucked it. I sucked it in and out of my mouth faster and faster. Finally, she tensed up her whole body and started shaking and screamed, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, I'm cumming." Squirts of pussy juices sprayed all over my face and I buried my face even deeper into her cunt to get it all.



Finally, after experiencing a woman orgasm longer and harder than I had ever known, she collapsed and sank into the bed. I climbed up on her and started sucking her tits and rubbing my stiff cock around her pussy. She was soaking wet from her orgasm and my cock easily entered her mature pussy.

For some reason, I looked at the small clock on her nightstand and noticed it was midnight when I started fucking the Mayor's wife; in his bed. Her physical beauty wasn't all that drove me nuts. She was a dirty-talking, sex-machine and the whole idea of how wrong this all was made the sex better than  I had boned in college.

"Do you like my cock sliding in and out of your mature pussy, Mrs. Mayor?" I asked as I fucked her.



"You're a naughty young man. Taking advantage of a lonely woman like me while the Mayor is out of town."

"Your beauty deserves to be fucked by a young stud."

"Fuck my pussy harder. Faster. Slam your dick into me. Make me scream, BJ!"

I picked up my pace; my balls slapping the insides of her legs and the tip of my dick slamming into her cervix. I could feel the burning pressure of cum building up in my balls and I screamed, "Should I fill your cunt with my sperm?"



"Oh god. Oh no. Please don't," she said pushy up on me in an erotic role play. "What if you knock up the Mayor's wife?"

That was all it took. I started blasting jets of hot, sticky, white cum deep into her body. She screamed as she reached an orgasm again and wrapped her legs around me and held me tight to make sure every drop of my cum filled her creampie. As we lay together, my dick starting to soften, we couldn't care less that our juices, mixed together, were leaking out all over the bed. We kissed a little more, settled into a spooning position, and fell asleep.



The entire experience sapped every ounce of energy we both had and sleeping came very easy. I don't remember much all night besides a little caressing and fondling as we adjusted our positions. But, I do remember the morning very well. I awoke with a heart rate of about 200 when her maid knocked on the door and said, "Should I bring you some coffee, Trisha?"

While I panicked, Trisha took care of it. "No, I'll come down in a minute dear. Thank you."

"What the fuck? Now what," I whispered.

Starting to laugh, she said, "Relax. The door is locked. You think you're the first to spend the night up here?"

While I never had any fantasy about being her first and only lover, it was a very matter of fact statement about her past sex-capades. Whatever, I was here with her now. "Okay. It just made me panic."



Trisha got up, put on a robe, and headed out the door. I laid back in her bed, still naked and smelling like sex. She returned a few minutes later with one, very large cup of coffee. Seconds later, she produced a smaller coffee mug from the pocket of her robe and poured some off into that for me. She had obviously had some prior practice. She handed me a mug of coffee and removed her robe; giving me the first glance of her amazingly sexy, mature body in full light.

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As I sipped the coffee I asked, "So, how will I get out of here?"


"Going somewhere soon," she asked as she started rubbing my balls and cock while I drank my coffee? I got a morning woody quickly and she continued, "Just sit back, enjoy your coffee, while I get a little morning snack."

She moved down with her head between my legs and started licking my cock. Slowly, she took more and more of it into her mouth until she was deep-throating my hard dick in and out of her mouth; almost gagging a few times. She gave an amazing blow job and, with a nickname like BJ, I had a good number to compare it to. I got close to cumming and thought I'd better warn her of my impending blast of cum.



"I'm about to cum, baby."

"Uh huh," she mumbled without slowing down.

I only lasted a minute more and my cock started lurching and pumping shots of salty, sweet cum into her mouth. She never even flinched as I filled her mouth with my sperm. She kept her mouth wrapped around my cock and with her hand milked every last drop out of me. Then she sat up, smiled, opened her mouth, showed me the white cum filling her mouth and then swallowed it without hesitating; like doing a shot of tequila.

We laid together and finished our coffee. She got up and got dressed and told me to do the same. "Well, that is easier said than done. My clothes are still out by the hot tub."

"Oh. Shit. Well, I hope my maid didn't go out there yet." She laughed a little and excused herself from the room. I waited around, wondering what the plan was, and finally, she returned with my clothes wrapped up in a towel. "Good fucking thing she decided to clean the kitchen first," she laughed.



I got dressed and then presented her with the next question, "How am I supposed to get out of the house to go home?"

"Be right back," she said.

This time, the wait was about 15 or 20 minutes. I played with my phone and relived the last 24 hours. How fucking amazing was this experience! When she returned, she said she had sent the maid out to grocery shop for a list of things she needed for a special dinner she was cooking that night. After checking the security cameras on her iPhone to confirm she was gone, we headed downstairs. We grabbed a protein bar from her pantry, refilled the coffee, and headed out in their large Mercedes sedan.

She broke a brief silence by saying, "So, it goes without saying that it wouldn't be good for anyone to know about this."

"Oh my god. No shit. It is our secret."



"Okay good. And, by the way BJ, I don't want this to be our last time together. I really like you."

"Thank you. You're amazing and hot as hell."

We made small talk as we drove to my house. As we pulled into my driveway, she said, "BJ, your parents are gone, right?"

"Yes. For a week."

"Oh ok. You know, I really love the view from your area, but I've never seen the rest of your house."

"Would you like a quick tour?"

"Sure," she said.

We both hopped out of her car and headed in the house. I gave her a tour of the house and was heading back out to the front room when she said, "What about your room?"

"Honestly, it is a little messy, Trisha."

"Well, I specifically came on this tour to see it."

I retraced our steps down the hall, pushed open the door to my room, and we entered. "Here's my room. See, it is kind of messy," I said.

Trisha shut the door behind us, grabbed me by the hand, leaned in for a long, passionate kiss, and said, "I like it. Have you fucked a lot of girls here?"

"Excuse me," I said?

"Come on BJ, I'm sure you have."

"Um, well, a few."

She moved in close to me, grabbed me by the balls through my pants, and started kissing me. I fondled her bra up under her shirt and moved her toward my bed. "Wait!," she said stepping back, "Who's the hottest fuck you've had in here, BJ? And if you won't tell me, I'm leaving."



"Well, maybe Stacey. She was a fucking hot dancer I brought home from college." While Trisha undid my pants and reached in to feel my hardening cock, she made me describe how I fucked Stacey.

When I finished, we laid on the bed and kept making out. Almost totally undressed now, we kissed, fondled each other, and I dipped my finger in her pussy.



"Did Stacey let you fuck her in the ass," Trisha asked me?

"Um, girls my age aren't really into that," I said.

"Do you want to fuck my ass?"

"Oh my god, really? Yes. You have an amazing ass."

At her instruction, I snagged some lotion from the bathroom. When I returned, she was already on her knees on my bed and guided me through lotioning up my hard cock and lining it up just right with her hole. She was a fantastic teacher and within a few minutes I had slowly and gently worked my dick into her ass. It was tight, warm, and a great feeling. I had long enough arms to be able to reach around and play with her titties while I fucked her from behind. It was an incredibly erotic sight to see my big cock sliding in and out of her wanting ass, her big, firm, fake tits dangling off her chest, and hear her moans of sexual enjoyment.



Being a virgin at anal sex, and getting close to blowing my load, I felt like I needed to ask, "Should I cum in your ass?"

"Yes my young stud, shoot your hot cum in Trisha's ass. The Mayor never fucks my ass and I want to feel the pumping of your cock in my butt."

That was all it took, I looked down and watched the pulsing of my pumping cock as it unloaded streams of cum into her cute, plump ass. I grabbed onto both of her hips and held my dick in her tight ass as far as I could to make sure I left every drop in her. After sliding out, we laid together and made out for a while.



"I really need to get going my young lover," she finally said.

"Okay. I'll miss you after all this," I replied.

"Ah, that is very sweet."

"I guess the Mayor is coming home tonight?"

"Who says he's coming home tonight," she asked?

"Oh, well, you said you sent your maid out to get groceries for a special dinner you were cooking tonight."

"That's for you, silly. That is if you want to come over."

"Yes, of course."

"Good. Uber over at about 7pm."

Trisha got dressed, kissed me goodbye and left my house. I laid there for a while, still drunk on the sexual adventures I'd been a part of the last day or so, with a fucking hot, cougar MILF; the Mayor's wife. This would for sure go down as one of life's epic experiences. And, it wasn't over yet. I was headed over there for dinner tonight for what was no doubt another round of wild sex with this older babe. Considering all we'd done, how could it get any better?





I spent the day relaxing, hitting some golf balls at the driving range, and grabbing a burger at one of my favorite haunts. About 4pm, I decided I'd better try to take a nap. The Mayor's wife, in her mid-30's, was almost running circles around me in the bed. 

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It was raining heavily when the auto stopped outside the apartment that Sayyesha was staying in. Despite the protection provided by the auto rickshaw she was completely drenched and her clothes were clinging to her body like second skin. She knew that the contours of her breasts would be visible and hence she had the money ready in her hand. She did not want to give the auto driver an opportunity to ogle and well, get ideas. As the auto sped off, she entered inside the apartment and the first thing she did was to kick off her sandals.






Entering the apartment in bare feet which were wet, the next thing Sayyesha did was to switch on the light and look at herself in the mirror. God! It was good that she had disposed off the auto from outside because her thick dark nipples could clearly be seen through the transparent T shirt.


Sayyesha had been sharing this one bedroom apartment with her close friend Nazriya for more than three months now. Initially they both were in the hostel but here they were staying for a tuition course that was now complete. Nazriya was to leave early next morning and Sayyesha had expected Nazriya to be home when she returned and was quite surprised to see that Nazriya had not yet returned.


She picked up her cell and dialed Nazriya's number." Oh hi! I got absolutely drenched, yaar. What it will take you some more time. God! Nazriya, you are absolutely impossible! You have to leave early. Anyway I am downing two sleeping pills, so will see you in Chennai."





Now for some sleep, Sayyesha thought. She had thought that she would sleep in the jeans and T shirt but now that option was not available. Well, the next best option was to sleep topless. A skimpy panty would have to do the duty of a nightwear. Both she and Nazriya had seen each other nude but both had taken care never to stare. And frankly she had never slept topless before but today it was more because of necessity than for any other reason. She did not want to crush the other items of clothing that she had so painstakingly packed.


22 year old Sayyesha had a body that would give many established models a run for their money. Generous and firm 34 B size breasts complimented her 5 feet 7 inches body. She took off almost all the clothes before entering the small room that served as a dressing room for the girls. Once inside she permitted herself some vanity and admired her nude self. The slender neck, the flawless satin skin, the shapely breasts capped by chocolatish brown nipples with small aerola, the sparse hair in the shaped pussy which did not do much to hide the lips of the labia, the long and lovely legs and the nail polished bare feet. There was a long and black beauty spot not unlike the shape of a heart, that was situated at the top of her right thigh. It had been a matter of some consolation to Sayyesha that the mark was situated so high that it would be visible only if she went nude and the chances of that were remote. Her nude body was a sight that could have stopped anyone in his tracks. 





She took out a sheet to cover herself and wrapped it clumsily around her waist. Going to the bedroom, she bent towards the side drawer and fumbled in the medicine box for the sleeping pills. She groaned on finding that the box was empty. Cursing Nazriya under her breath she switched off the light and tried to sleep.


Sayyesha could not remember the time but after a while she heard the sound of a motor cycle and the sound of two people. God, Nazriya must be nuts. Arriving on a motorcycle in this rain. Sayyesha felt nervous. Nazriya was not alone and here she was in the bed virtually nude. Hopefully whosoever had come to drop her would leave soon. After all he too would want to get to wherever he was staying. Nevertheless, despite these thoughts, Sayyesha felt nervous and aroused at the same time.


The bedroom door opened. Nazriya stopped in the doorway when she noticed that the light was out.


"Oh. She's already asleep," Nazriya said. She stood there for a moment, evidently at a loss. "I was thinking that, well, she'd just excuse herself and go somewhere else."





"Hey, it's okay. And by the way where would she go in this rain" said a deep voice, a male voice. "I'll just head back to my place. I've had a great time ..."


"You're not going anywhere. You will fall ill." Nazriya said firmly. "Come on in. We can whisper. Sayyesha'll sleep through anything."


"Are you sure?"


In response, Sayyesha could hear the guy being dragged towards Nazriya's bed. Oh, hell, Sayyesha thought. Now what am I supposed to do? I should probably say something, let them know that I'm really awake. But a moment later it was too late: she heard two bodies hitting Nazriya's bed, followed by a high-pitched, drunken giggle from Nazriya.That idiot of a girl has had drinks and that too when she has to leave early in the morning.


"You're sure she's asleep?" the guy asked.





His voice was deeply masculine, even as a whisper. Sayyesha imagined a broad, muscular chest and dark hair.


"God, Nazriya. You are all wet!" he continued before Nazriya could answer.

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Nazriya did not reply but Sayyesha could hear the sound of Nazriya getting out of clothes. This was leading to something that Sayyesha had not imagined in her wildest dreams. Two young girls..one almost nude, another getting nude, night time and a young man. What if he just bangd them! Perhaps she should do what she was in bed for i.e. try to fall asleep.



But it was no use. She couldn't fall asleep. Maybe just a quick peek, Sayyesha thought. She hesitated for a moment, then rolled over as silently as she could. Very cautiously, she raised her eyelids a sliver. She was facing across the small room towards Nazriya's bed. She'd been in the dark for a while, and her eyes had adjusted – Nazriya and her friend were visible on the bed, though only just. They lay on their sides, the guy with his back to Sayyesha. Nazriya had her arms around him and she had pushed up his shirt so that her hands caressed the bare skin of his back. The couple seemed to be kissing enthusiastically. And he did indeed have broad shoulders and dark hair, just as Sayyesha had known he would.

Nazriya had taken off her jeans which was understandable. After all she was wet as a fish. Now she sat up and reached for the hem of her tank top.

Her eyelashes still blocked her view a little, giving the scene a muddled sense of unreality. Nazriya moved in dreamy slow motion, drawing her shirt gradually upwards. The smooth skin of her waist came into view first, then the slightly rounded stomach, then the sheer bra. Sayyesha knew that Nazriya was fond of delicate and expensive lingerie. Finally, Nazriya wiggled her torso to get the top over her shoulders. Her face disappeared for a moment as she extracted her hair. She threw the top in Sayyesha's direction, and Sayyesha caught her breath. But Nazriya didn't notice. Her eyes were on the guy, savoring his reaction as the bra slid off her shoulders.



Nazriya understood the effect her bare breasts were having on the boy. She looked down at him with a knowing smirk. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him. Her breasts touched him first, her hard nipples flattening against the exposed skin of his chest. Their arms went around each other and their lips met again, more urgently this time. Nazriya's hair fell over both of them

Sayyesha tried to control herself, to calm her breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear her? Could they tell she was awake? They were so close – she could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Nazriya had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy's crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto her back. Nazriya giggled and lifted her head up to nibble at his ear.

In response he leaned over and Sayyesha saw his tongue flick out and swirl around one nipple. Nazriya gasped, and something inside Sayyesha melted. A warmth flowed up from her center, making her feel light-headed and faint. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to control the feelings. But her nipples had become painfully hard, and the contact with her arms felt like an electric shock. She subconsciously slid one hand down between her legs.



The man pushed awkwardly at his boxer shorts. He lifted his hips and yanked the waistband until they began to move down, revealing a slim, muscular butt. Sayyesha licked her lips nervously. He finally kicked his shorts off and lay on his side, wearing only his unbuttoned shirt. And then he got out of that as well, and he was completely naked. His dark, wavy hair lapped over his neck, down to where smooth muscles played under his shoulder blades as he pulled Nazriya towards him. His back blocked Sayyesha's view of whatever they were doing.

Nazriya was wearing a thong of some dark-colored material, navy blue or black, so that, from Sayyesha's point of view, she was naked from head to toe except for the thin waistband of her panties. The guy was running his hands along the curve of her bottom and over the backs of her legs.

Sayyesha tried to control herself, to calm her breathing. It seemed so loud. Could they hear her? Could they tell she was awake? They were so close – she could smell the excitement steaming off of their skin. Nazriya had begun to slowly wriggle her hips, grinding them against the guy's crotch. He groaned audibly. Abruptly, he put one arm around her shoulders and the other around her butt and flipped her onto her back. Nazriya giggled and lifted her head up to nibble at his ear.



Nazriya's shoulder began moving rhythmically. Sayyesha couldn't see her arm or hand, but she could guess what was happening. She surprised herself by feeling frustrated that the guy's cock was hidden, that she couldn't tell if Nazriya's hand was really sliding along its length. His cock must be very hard by now, Sayyesha thought, slanting out from his body, its tip dark from the blood surging through it

For a moment Sayyesha's thoughts spun out of control. She saw herself pushing her covers aside and going over to Nazriya's bed, offering herself to them and having a threesome about which she had read so often. She closed her eyes tight. What was wrong with her? She wasn't a voyeur. None of this had anything to do with her. If Nazriya wanted to ... to what? Sayyesha shivered. Whoever this guy was, Sayyesha was pretty sure she hadn't seen him before and it was pretty obvious that Nazriya was going to be fucked by him.



Sayyesha's breathing turned ragged. She couldn't help herself. She slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of her panties until they lay against her pussy. Her folds felt swollen, slippery with moisture. Her eyes were wide open now. If Nazriya looked up, she'd surely know that Sayyesha was watching her. It didn't matter now. She felt reckless, wanton, half-wanting Nazriya to notice. Would she invite Sayyesha to join them? She could run her fingers over the guy's butt, touch the smooth skin of his powerful shoulders..

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Sayyesha clenched her teeth. No, no, no. She had more control over herself than that – even if Nazriya obviously didn't. Sayyesha took a deep breath and removed her hand from her panties. Just then the guy rolled onto his back with a breathless grunt. A little bit of stray light outlined the hard planes of his face, but Sayyesha still couldn't really see him. His cock, though – she could see that perfectly. Nazriya had let go of it, and it seemed to stand out a mile from his hips, rising at a steep angle to his torso, quivering slightly, the head swelling to form a bulb at the end. Then Nazriya's hand was covering it again, or part of it anyway. Either Nazriya's hand was awfully small, because his cock seemed to be as long as she had seen in some of the films and she had been told that it was all a trick photography.




Nazriya slid her hand along the shaft and then just brushed the head with her fingertips. The guy groaned loudly and bucked his hips upwards. Somehow, his cock had grown even longer. Nazriya just stared at it for a moment. Then she swept her hair over her shoulder, so that it fanned out across her bare back. Her face began to dip downwards.

Nazriya didn't hesitate. Her tongue darted out from between her glossy lips and teased the skin at the very tip of the guy's cock. He jumped as if he'd been struck. Nazriya giggled at his reaction, then did it again. This time the guy's hips rose to meet her, and Nazriya moved her lips over his cock head,her lips rolling the foreskin back and swallowed the head halfway down. Sayyesha's eyes picked up the smallest details: Nazriya's lips bulging outwards as they passed over the ridge that separated his cock tip from the shaft. Their arousal filled the small dark room, saturating the part of Sayyesha's brain that controlled her breathing and her body temperature. She was perspiring, the panty and bedsheet unbearably hot against her skin. She had to get them off now.



She fought for control over herself. Panty off, she decided. After all how did they or anyone know what she was or was not wearing! She skinned her panties down her thighs as discreetly as she could. God! She was as nude as the day she was born! Her hand went back between her legs. She was dripping down there. Everything was tender and slippery; she was almost afraid to touch herself, she was so sensitive. She bit her lip and slid her index finger along the outer lips of her pussy, picking up some of the moisture, using it to lubricate the passage of her finger over her clit. She knew that her breathing was too loud and that she was lying in a completely unnatural position as she struggled to see everything that was happening in the next bed. But it was obvious that Nazriya and her boyfriend weren't paying any attention to her. They were lost in their own little world. Nazriya held the guy's cock in one hand and swirled her tongue around the tip, pausing to nuzzle it with her lips. The guy grunted every time her tongue touched him. Nazriya was kneeling between his outstretched legs now, and her breasts swung freely each time she dipped her head.



Suddenly, Nazriya sat up. Sayyesha's heart skipped a beat. Had Nazriya sensed that she was watching? No. Her attention was still on her boyfriend. Or, more accurately, on his groin. She rubbed his cock head idly between her fingers. Then she crawled over him so that her hips were positioned above his. Sayyesha felt an odd sense of relief. Nazriya was still wearing her thong which was a bit strange because Sayyesha knew that it was just a matter of time before that man fucked Nazriya.

Nazriya hadn't let go of the guy's cock. In fact she held it firmly now. Sayyesha's breath caught in her throat. Nazriya was ... she was pulling the crotch of her panties to one side and nudging the guy's cock towards the entrance of her pussy! Sayyesha started to feel light-headed again. Nazriya closed her eyes and shifted her hips back and forth. Sayyesha couldn't see the critical area very well, but it looked like he wasn't going inside her very far. With every forward movement, Nazriya let out a little high-pitched gasp. His cock head must be ... it must be hitting her clit, Sayyesha thought. Her own pussy began to throb. She squeezed down on it with her hand, but that just made it worse, almost painful.



Suddenly a quiver ran through her and Sayyesha made a startled "oh" sound. She'd just cum, she realized. Normally her climaxes took forever to build up, but this one just happened all at once. Her body contracted, sending her fingers deeper into her pussy. What's happening to me? she wondered. She felt almost as desperate at Nazriya, who was still wriggling against her boyfriend. Finally, Nazriya made a frenzied shift of her hips, and his cock moved inside her. His cock seemed so long and thick, Sayyesha thought. He wouldn't fit all the way, would he?

But he did. Their loins mashed together, Nazriya's tiny patch of hair rubbing against his thick nest of black curls. Nazriya held still for one long, agonizing moment, then began to heave up and down. Her motions became more and more violent and her breasts bounced, changing shape, flattening on her chest as she crashed against the guy's hips.



Sayyesha was rubbing herself without any sense of restraint now. Her skin shone with a sheen of perspiration. She knew that anyone looking in her direction would know exactly what she was doing. But it didn't matter. She couldn't stop. Her breathing became louder and harsher, mirroring the sounds that were coming from Nazriya's bed. Sayyesha shook as another orgasm hit her and a loud moan rose from deep in her chest.



The guy reached up and put his hands over Nazriya's breasts. She leaned forward to intensify the contact.

"Nikhil," she said breathlessly.

So that was his name, Sayyesha thought.

"Yes, right ... there," Nazriya said. A hard jolt ran through Nazriya's body. Her butt slammed down again and again.

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For a moment Sayyesha felt oddly disconnected, as if she was watching the scene from somewhere else – the naked couple on the bed, no longer making any attempt to keep their passion quiet or discreet ... even in the rain the whole neighbourhood must be listening to their cries and their bodies slapping wetly together – the single girl a few feet away, eyes wide, panties lying somewhere in the bed; otherwise fully nude, a sheet only partly covering her super-heated body, long bare legs exposed now, pale in the dim light, one hand buried deep in her pussy. It all seemed to drift into slow-motion. The guy – Nikhil – moved his hand to grip Nazriya's butt. She scooped her hips forward and arched her back, her breasts thrust forward, nipples hard and swollen, long hair hanging straight down her back. She froze in that position, a trickle of sweat dripping between her breasts, across her stomach, and pooling in her belly button.



Nikhil's body convulsed once, then again as he dug his fingers into the flesh of Nazriya's bottom, and he emitted a harsh, drawn-out "ahhh". Nazriya seemed to soften, drawing in her breath in a long sigh and collapsed slowly onto Nikhil's chest. Sayyesha felt a flood of warmth against her hand. An unbearably intense sensation rushed outward from her center, spreading through her body. She knew she was breathing too hard, too quickly, but there was no way she could control what was happening to her. The warm, melting feeling filled her completely, flowing out into her fingers and toes until her skin burned and everything turned hazy and indistinct.

A long time later, the room was much brighter and Sayyesha felt groggy, as if she'd had too much to drink the night before. She came slowly to her senses, remembering what had happened after Nazriya had come back to their room and had promptly got fucked. Just like that. As if it was no big deal! She looked over at her alarm clock and noticed that it was nearly five AM. Okay, fine.



Her train was not till noon. If she got moving now, she'd have time for a shower and a quick breakfast. She'd have to wait a little longer to sort out what had happened the night before.

She took stock. Her panties, wherever they were, were probably a lost cause. But so what! She rolled off the bed, bare feet landing on the cold tile floor, still trying to clear her head. It was another minute before she realized that she had company. In the form of Nikhil. The same guy who had fucked Nazriya the previous night.

The covers were pulled up to Nikhil's chest. He had been sleeping with her after fucking Nazriya and she had not even noticed it. She was amazed. She had never been in bed so comfortably even with her boyfriend.

As Sayyesha stared at him, she felt a familiar tingling in her pussy. Just then, Nikhil opened his eyes. They looked at each other for a long awkward moment. Sayyesha could see his face properly now. It was a pleasant face, a thoughtful and seemingly intelligent one, certainly not the brainless party dude she'd expected. And the wavy hair she'd seen last night was even darker than she'd thought, a deep, glossy black that went beautifully with his flinty gray eyes.
"Ah, hi," he said. "Surprised?"

Sayyesha smiled, despite herself. "Sure. But surely you should explain."

"Well. .to be honest. I always found you sexy. You perhaps didn't notice me but even I took tuitions.And I really couldn't believe my luck that you were sharing the room with Nazriya. Though Nazriya did not notice but I did." He said smugly.



"Notice what?" Sayyesha was surprised at her own response. She was nude in bed with a guy as nude as her and she was not all that perturbed.

"Noticed that you were awake and could see what we were doing. I could also see that you were nude." He said knowingly.

"I was not nude." Sayyesha protested.

"Well, you were when I joined you." He laughed.

"Look, I am a conservative girl and whatever you have seen of my body was not with my consent. Moreover it will soon be morning. Why don't you leave?"

"Firstly, you are not conservative. As per my information conservative girls don't sleep nude. And you appeared to be enjoying yourself thoroughly when I was fucking you." He said seriously.

"You what?" Sayyesha almost screamed.

"Fucking you." He said seriously.

"Will you shut up? What do you think I am a drug addict that I wouldn't know if I was being fucked?" she said angrily/

"Aw come on!" he drawled. " I was just joking. I did not fuck you. Happy? But those who fucked you must be lucky guys. You have got pretty feet, manicured polished nails. My weakness. An anklet! Oh my God! Icing on the cake. A nude girl wearing nothing but nail polish and perfume. I felt like dumping Nazriya and fucking you then and there but decided to wait till morning."



"By the way, nobody has fucked me. And how did you get in?" Sayyesha asked as she proceeded to tie her hair in a bun.

"That's strange. If you have not been fucked as yet, you should get fucked now. So far as your second question is concerned, well, Nazriya hid the key so that you could go out of the other door and collect it. I was feeling sleepy and horny so I came and well, lay next to your warm and soft body."

"You are so shameless." Sayyesha said and got up. She suddenly felt awkward being naked in front of Nikhil. He however sensed her feeling and said " Its okay. I have seen you so go ahead and use the bathroom if you feel like."



Sayyesha shrugged her shoulders and opened her suitcase to take out the clothes that she would wear after a shower. As she bent down, she felt Nikhil's cockhead nuzzling in her pussy lips as his fingers ruffled her sparse pubic hair.

"Will you behave yourself?" she snarled at him turning around.

"Oh sorry. what to do about this?" he said pointing to his erect cock.

"How the hell am I to know? You just fucked Nazriya!"

""Okay I'll sit on the bed and won't bother you. Just come and suck it. I would never forgive myself if I did not give you the pleasure of sucking my cock."

"You must be out of your mind!" Sayyesha said as she moved towards the bathroom.

"Please!" His hand covered her bare breast." If I am asking you to suck a part of my body I am doing you a favour. If you asked me to say...suck your nipples you would be doing me a favour."



"You are impossible." Sayyesha laughed. She ran her hand over his shaft, rolled the foreskin back and as she took the head of his cock in her lips he put his hand behind her head and due to the pressure at least half of his cock went in her mouth almost gagging Sayyesha.

"I was just thinking that if your mouth is so wet and tight, how nice would your pussy be. Yours is so nicely shaped, that it was a lovely contrast to the girls I have fucked."



Sayyesha got up and again started towards the bathroom.

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"Hey, your ass is as pretty as is your pussy." he called. Just as she was about to close the door, she noticed that he was by her side.

Suddenly, with no warning, Nikhil, bent down and took her exposed left nipple into his mouth. Sayyesha was shocked, her nipple was shocked, for she was taken completely by surprise. She gasped. She was not expecting this. She laughed once, more out of astonishment than out of any pleasure, tried to pull her body back and told him sharply to stop. But he held her in place while he continued to suck on her nipple and didn't stop. She put her hands on his shoulders and urged him away from her with as much strength as she had. But he was bigger and stronger. He kept sucking her nipple. He had his hands on her sides, partially around her back, gripping her tightly, and secured her chest to his mouth. Now she felt her nakedness, so exposed and helpless. She looked around frantically for help, then realized that this was a room where no help could be had. She slapped his arms and shoulders with her hands, but this seemed to have no effect on him. He only licked and sucked the nipple harder. Sayyesha was in turmoil – her nipple felt so wet and vulnerable, so helpless trapped in his mouth. Nikhil could feel it start to grow harder as he sucked on it.



Sayyesha said more sternly, growing angry, "Stop this, I mean it... what are you doing? Get the hell off of me!". Nikhil ignored her and kept sucking and licking the same nipple. Sayyesha turned her head to the left and right, highly embarrassed by what was happening . She did not know how to react. Nevertheless she said stenly"OK, that's enough!". But she could not get his mouth away from her chest. She made her hands into fists and beat upon the tops of his shoulders, with no real effect. She tried to pull his hair, but it was slippery with perspiration and her hands slipped off. She snarled, " Nikhil, will you stop?". He kept on assaulting the same nipple, sucking it in deeper and tickling the tip with his tongue. This went on for about a minute.

He felt her nipple harden further in his mouth against her will, becoming a stiff jutting point for his lips to tease. She was getting a little aroused in spite of her anger and resistance. He sucked harder and harder on her breast, not giving her a chance to recover her composure. Sayyesha was distraught. She tensed and writhed her body, trying to escape the desperately compelling sensations coming from his mouth and tongue. She tried pushing on his chest. But it was no use. She felt herself weakening from the struggle and from the pleasure she was reluctantly feeling. She tried to go back to the bedroom, but couldn't. As they struggled, sharp jolts of pleasure emanated from her nipple, growing into her entire breast, suffusing her chest and spreading out to the rest of her body. His tongue danced around her nipple as he sucked, taunting her, teasing her, then focused onto the very tip, sending sharper charges of sensation through her chest. The battle between tongue and nipple continued. Sayyesha cried out softly, "Oh No!" Nikhil only intensified his sucking.



She began to breathe in and out a little harder and her hands trying to move him from her breast were not pushing with as much force. She said again to him, more softly this time, "Please stop"". He kept on doing what he was doing, if anything, more intently. Sayyesha felt dizzy, confused and dazed. She tried to concentrate her will. She had to stop this now. But her nipples had always been her weak spot, extremely sensitive, exquisitely so, almost as erotic an area as her clitoris, and he was doing to her precisely what she could never withstand for long. Sayyesha groaned in frustration and erotic agony as the man continuing his deep sucking of her breast.

Nikhil held her tightly by her sides and kept his mouth at the same breast, never wavering, always sucking, licking, teasing, tormenting Sayyesha as she struggled against his tongue, his mouth, his hands, his will. This went on for another minute, as if her breast and his mouth were locked in silent combat. As she fought against him, she felt herself growing panicky and desperately tried to cast her mind elsewhere, think of something else, ignore what he was doing to her, anything else ...anything else...her apartment on campus, her studies, anything else... anything... else... but she felt her very soul grabbed hold of by his tongue and lips, wrenched back from where she was trying to escape ... from that place of refuge to here... to now, to herself, to her nudity, to her nipple, to the thrilling sensations he was giving her. Oh God, she could not escape. But she feared to give in. He sucked and licked and nibbled and delighted the tender flesh of her breast and brought her reluctantly back.



Sayyesha's head moved back just a little and she closed her eyes for just a moment. No! She had to keep her concentration. She had to. She could not yield to this man and his mouth. But she knew she was close to the point of surrendering, could not hold out much longer. She was breathing harder and she felt that her right nipple, the other one, had also become very hard now. Sayyesha made little moaning, gasping sounds and kept her hands on Nikhil's shoulders, pushing him away again, but realizing she had no real chance of getting him off of her nipple. Her heart was beating wildly. She shook her head back and forth in frustration, in anguish, trying to clear her head, and grabbed the sides of his face, trying desperately to push it away. She had to escape this torment. It was her last chance to maintain her dignity, her pride. She fought to gather her resolve, her inner strength; she had to fight the sensations, try to resist, but his tantalizing touch, his tongue was gradually winning. She could not overcome the overwhelming sensations the sucking was giving her. She attempted yet again to escape by arching her upper body back away from the mouth, but he held her firmly in his grasp. His mouth never left her breast. He was driving her crazy. If only her nipples were not so tender and responsive. His tongue was maddening, exciting, insistent, hard, cruel, but... so sweet, upon this critical part of her. She had gotten so aroused, so excited, that she felt the fervent glow of this excitement start to move down lower, into her belly, caressing her thighs with warm tingles, spreading out tendrils of a vexing urgency, tremulously into her groin, where warmth and moisture and sexual pain meet so decisively. The cruel mouth never left her nipple.

"Oh God, what do you want?" she cried.

"I told you. Something has to be done about this." He said as his cock nuzzled into the crack of her ass. Sayyesha tensed her chest, pulling back, for she was afraid he would go for her nipples again with his mouth. Instead he reached his free hand down toward her vagina, exposed like the rest of her. He put his hand between her thighs before she could react, and quickly inserted his middle finger into her. Sayyesha tried to close her legs and keep him out. She could not. Her body jerked and then stiffened with this new intrusion. She cried out softly:

"Ohhhh! Noooo!"



However there was no resistance inside of her -- she was already wet – just a gentle suction on his finger from the tightness of the passage. Sayyesha's thighs twitched at this invasion; she gasped again as she felt him so provocatively inside of her. She fought against him, pushing him against his chest, trying to twist away, half-heartedly reliving the struggle that had occurred just a little while He was still too strong. He moved his now moistened finger up to her clitoris, finding it, rubbing it softly. He held her to him and slowly, carefully, rhythmically, massaged her with his finger. She struggled less as he massaged her. The pleasure of this was so intense, so overpowering for Sayyesha, the touch so intimate and stimulating, that her resistance was much shorter than before. She began to melt. The friction of his finger was unbearable. Her mouth opened. Her breathing increased. She sagged against him, her face against his chest, as he stroked her with his finger persistently, provoking ripples of pleasure that overwhelmed her and left her helpless. He caressed her steadily like this until he once more felt her surrender to him, the tension fading, allowing him to support her body against his, her face resting again on his shoulder, panting into his ear. As he continued, she felt his hardening cock nuzzling against her stomach. The movement of his finger upon her was urging her along, driving her, moistening her, coaxing her into whimpering helplessness. She cried out once softly, then again. He massaged her until her legs trembled steadily; they parted further and her cries became a long continuous moan.



He then removed his finger. He caught her, almost fainting, in his arms, one under her upper legs and one under her torso, lifting her, carrying her cradled in his arms like a baby.

'Wait please, don't ... don't.' was all she could come up with.

'Come on, . I could see that you were enjoying yourself thoroughly when I was fucking your friend."

He cupped a tit in each hand and very slowly ran his tongue over her nipples. Although she tried her best to prevent it but the nipples stood perfectly erect a they did when tremendously aroused. Seeing the response of the nipples, he laughed a slow laugh before taking them in between his teeth and biting them almost lovingly.



Seeing that this was again taking Sayyesha to the heights of pleasure and ecstasy, he discontinued that and squeezed both the breasts together to wrap his cock and then started fucking the lovely groove thus formed. Sayyesha didn't know what was going on but thought she should try to bring him off quickly and began rocking to his rhythm. He liked the way she was moving with him now and picked up speed. After a few minutes he opened her mouth with his two fingers and searched out her tongue. Her eyes were closed and when he shifted forward she did not see it until his cock was in her mouth. He held the same pace as with her tits and began fucking her face. Sayyesha could not turn away, he held her in place and drove forward until his cock pushed into her throat. By way of reflex action, Sayyesha opened her mouth in such a way that her teeth would not hurt the intruding cock; the lips were so positioned that they held the foreskin back while allowing the entry of the cock in the mouth. The realization dawned on her that he was using her pretty face as his little fuck toy. Struggling to breathe as he picked up his pace, Sayyesha was shocked as his seed shot down her throat the sheer force of discharge rendering her incapable of doing anything else. She choked and tried to turn away but only after a substantial amount of cum had found its way down her throat. Surprisingly the taste was not unpleasant.



'Are you happy now? Can you get off me?' Sayyesha was glad it was over and she wanted him to get out of there before everyone in the neighbourhood woke up.

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'Thank you. That was very nice of you' He slid back down but still held her pinned to the ground. As he massaged his cum into her breasts he kicked her legs open again and positioned himself between her knees.

'I feel I owe you one,' and he dove down into her pussy and immediately found her clit with his tongue. Sayyesha tried to push him away but found her legs squeezing his head in place. One of his hands mauled her tits some more while the other began finger her cunt. She could not resist and her body's desperate instincts took over. She pulled him in with her thighs and her hands now, not wanting any of this to stop and when the wave swept over her for the second time there was no resistance. Her hips humped his face like he had fucked hers. She couldn't tell if she was breathing until she heard her own screams of orgasm. Finally, as it passed, she let him up for air. What Nikhil saw as he rose took his breath away and brought his cock back rock hard.

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Sayyesha's young well-toned and shaped body, still writhing in ecstasy was laid out spread-eagle before him. Her skin was on fire, blushed red and quivering. Her mouth, still showing his come on her lips was wide open, catching her breath. Her tits rose and fell with each inhale, her nipples still standing erect. Everywhere her skin glistened with the mixed sweat and sperm. As he moved his cock up to her pussy she offered no resistance and this surprised her too. She realized that he was going to fuck her just as he had fucked Nazriya and she was okay with it. No outrage, nothing! Nikhil began to push slowly until just the head of his cock nuzzled inside her pussy lips. They willingly gave way and the pussy walls eagerly wrapped themselves around the shaft of the cock as the foreskin rolled back with each shove.



Nikhil kissed her softly on the cheek. "It's all right," she said. "Just relax andlet it happen."

Sayyesha relaxed a little, tried to control her breathing. Nikhil's face swam in and out of focus above her. He pushed. She could feel the rim of his cock head driving the walls of her vagina apart, grinding against her moist flesh. A little further and the head was all the way inside her. She could feel her heart beating deep in her pussy, her flesh contracting around his. Deeper. He was splitting her apart; she had to make him stop! Sayyesha grabbed his shoulders again and held on. She bit her lower lip. But she didn't say anything.



Sayyesha lifted her knees and opened herself as much as possible to him. Nikhil would withdraw fully and again thrust his cock back into her so that a steady fucking rhythm was formed. Gradually his entire 8 inches was in and their pelvic bones met. Sayyesha was amazed at the cock that was pushing into her cervix.

Nikhil started to draw his cock out of her pussy, lifting his body slightly. Not yet, Sayyesha wanted to say. Don't take it out. Just leave it there a little longer. Then we'll stop. But he was just preparing for the next push. The tip went in more easily this time, the way generously lubricated. Sayyesha dug her fingernails into his flesh. She was being stretched again, pulled tight inside. And then Nikhil pushed harder. It was as if he were touching her everywhere all at once, and every new place his cock reached was even more sensitive than anywhere he'd been before. She was startled by a sort of abrupt change in the pressure, then he was pulling out again, then in a little further.



She held Nikhil tighter, burying her face in the hollow of her shoulder. Now would be a good time to stop, she thought. I'll say something, once I catch my breath. But then he slid back inside. The sensation made her dizzy. And ... she felt his balls slap against her bottom. His cock was all the way inside her! And she realized that he must have broken her hymen a moment earlier. It hadn't hurt, not really. But she wasn't a virgin anymore. She was ... getting fucked! Not by her husband or fiancé or even her boyfriend, but by this guy.

Her body was so aroused and her pussy soaking wet that she took him in all the way, easily. Reaching back he hooked both knees with his elbows and folded her in half. She felt him drive deeper than before and she grabbed onto her own knees tight against her tits now and let him take her. With each thrust she felt her his pubic bone grind against hers She could also hear the clapping sound his testicles were making as they clapped against her perinium. Sayyesha accepted this fuck with another man with quiet resilience. It surprised her that she had given in so easily, but she realized to her surprise and shame that it turned her on incredibly to be forced as she moaned with pleasure. She circled her legs around his back and pulled him closer into her and he began to suckle on her breasts.



And then her thoughts seemed to dissolve. She could only feel what was happening to her, the hard, hot flesh moving in and out, the wet smack of every thrust that shuddered through her body, the smell of his skin, and the weight of his chest squashing her rock-hard nipples. She felt her skin getting red and sore, and that made her move against him even faster.

"Not inside....don't cum inside me Nikhil...please.....!" He continued to pound her as if he had not listened to her plea until he announced "I'm close Sayyesha".
"Take it out. Please." She implored and made a feeble attempt to expel it but it seemed that his cock was trapped in her pussy lips.

After a few more thrusts he grabbed her hips and held them and there were bolts of searing liquid pulsing into her, filling her well fucked pussy; each spasm releasing more cum until she felt the cum leaking out onto the bed.



The collapsed on top of each other as his cock still lay buried in her pussy.

"That was good. Thanks." he said.

"You scoundrel. Did I not tell you not to come inside me?" she said in mock anger.

"Aw come on, Sayyesha. You and I and everyone knows that there are tablets for unprotected sex. So relax! And I see that the only thing that seemingly bothered you was the possibility of getting pregnant. In other words you too enjoyed getting fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking you." he said as he pulled his now limp cock out of her pussy and said, "And, Sayyesha. Just in case I forget. You were much tighter than your good friend. Now smile and get ready. I will drop you too to the station. And remember to invite me for your marriage and if after that you need my services, well.... I am always at your disposal. Rest assured. This little fun filled activity between the two of us will remain within the confines of these four walls." He pointed his cock towards her breasts and wiped them on her still erect nipples. "Shall we leave?"



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"I'm thinking of going to the library this weekend to see what else we can learn about this new house of ours." Ganesh looked around the table with a twinkle in his eye. He still had some dust in his messy blond hair even though they were sitting down to dinner. "Who's with me?"


"Sounds interesting, Dad." Shriya chewed her chicken takeout thoughtfully. "What do you want to find?"



Both Anushka and Krishan kept their eyes on their respective plates of food. They'd been uncharacteristically quiet that evening.

Ganesh frowned at them. "Everything alright with you, Anu? Krish?"

They both looked up at him and quickly nodded.

"Yeah, I think the move --" Anushka stopped talking when Krishan accidently cut her off.

"... lots of tests at college, so ..." Krishan looked over at his mother, his cheeks flushed, and he looked back down at his plate. He pushed a cashew around with his fork.

"Well, you two sure are acting strange." Ganesh shook his head and looked at his daughter. "To answer your question, I'd like to know what happened to Vijay Varma and Nayanthara in 1896. And maybe we could get a plan for the house, see what that locked room is all about. I haven't found any keys that might fit that lock. Has anybody else?"

Anushka and Krishan shook their heads and looked off in different directions.

"No, Dad." Shriya chipped in.



"Okay, then." Ganesh scratched at his graying beard and thought about what mysteries lay in the Mansion's past. "Well, I'm going to the library on Saturday. Who else wants to do some digging with me?"

"I will." Shriya raised her hand.

"Maybe I'll use that time for a nap," Anushka said. "I haven't been sleeping well."

"Homework." Krishan glanced at his father quickly.

"Well, it's just you and me then, Shriya." Ganesh sighed.

Shriya happily nodded.

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"You inspire me,  Anushka" Nayanthara looked up from a felt-upholstered wingback chair near the hearth in the main living room. Somewhere in the house a clock chimed two o'clock in the morning. The pale woman read by firelight, placing her finger in the leather-bound book to mark her place as she greeted her visitor. "I hadn't read First Love in a long time. Very inspirational." The pretty woman had her  hair up in a bun, and wore a white, frilly nightgown that went all the way to her ankles. The loose fabric. "And you brought the book back into my house. Well done."



"How?" Anushka looked around the room. She knew that the chimney needed a major cleaning before it would work again, but there was a roaring fire in the fireplace. On the walls, the glassy-eyed heads of a boar, a deer, and a moose stared blankly. The furniture was all wrong, too. The room was filled with ornate and shiny pieces with delicately turned edges. "How did I get here?" Anushka suddenly perceived her nakedness. She found herself dressed only in a pair of white panties. She covered her breasts with both hands.



"You must have walked downstairs, silly." Nayanthara scrunched up her nose in light-hearted mockery. "Please don't cover yourself on my account, darling. I think your ruby-tipped globes are quite divine and I could alight my gaze upon them all night." Nayanthara waited for Anushka to drop her hands. When Anushka persisted in her modesty, Nayanthara smiled, shrugged, and opened the book again. "Suit yourself." She flipped a few pages and stopped. "You really are perfect for this house, sweet Anushka. You brought me back to this book. I wouldn't say First Love started it all, but it did give me ideas about men."



"What are you talking about?" Anushka shivered and walked past Nayanthara to stand by the fire. She felt no added warmth.

"Let me read you a passage." Nayanthara's eyes fell to the pages in her lap. "Ah, here we are. This is from the teenage boy's perspective. Remember, darling, he's in love with an older lady." Nayanthara read: