[sanjaysara]

part 2 

After Madhuri had replied, she sat back in her seat. Her eyes traveled around the interior design of the cab. She noticed the handle bars above the doors that were obviously there for safety reasons. On the back of the front seat, she read out a sign that had legal information and the driver's name. She learned right away that his name was Kumar. Her eyes wandered again, noticing that where the front passenger's seat was, there was some slide out panel that was open. All the while, Kumar was studying her from the rear view mirror, in between driving. He noticed that under her jacket, the shirt she wore was revealing quite a bit of cleavage. The jacket over her shoulders remained unbuttoned, probably due to the heat outside her dress barely went to her knees, revealing those strong bulky legs and she wore a large pair of black high heels. For casual wear, Madhuri Dixit could always look amazing regardless what she wore. It didn't matter her age either.

 
Already, the womanizer in his mind was taking control. Kumar was already considering how he could play his cards right with this famous older woman in the back of his cab. He didn't care that Madhuri Dixit was at fifty years of age now. She aged more gracefully than most women did, she was still a sex bomb if anything. Back in the day, he always fantasized about her. Her breasts were the most obvious attraction, as well as her dance scene in "Dhak Dhak Karne Laga". He had to bite his tongue, taking everything inside of him to not bring up that infamous scene. Kumar figured that Madhuri probably heard enough compliments about that movie and didn't enjoy being typecast over it. While he thought of something to say, it was her who spoke up striking a new conversation. Madhuri read over the name plate in the back of the taxi, forcing the question of what he went by.
 
"Is your name Rajkumar, yes? You go by 'Raj' or 'Kumar'?"
 
"Kumar is fine, babe. Would you mind if I call you Madhuri?"
 
"Not at all."
 
She uncrossed her legs and hands, leaning back in the seat. Kumar spotted her movements, glancing over her cleavage contained in the dress as he looked into the rear view mirror. With a mischievous smile, he was now prepared to test his luck with this woman.
 
"You're fluent in Hindi, right?"
 
"Of course! That is kind of a stupid question to ask."
 
They both laughed together at her reply. It was amazing to hear Madhuri's thick accent slur her words around a bit, Kumar found it to cute. While still driving, he went on and took his chance.

 
"Maybe you could teach me some dirty Hindi. You know, lines I can try on the ladies around here or tell them in the bedroom."
 
Madhuri raised her eyebrow, smirking before she replied.
 
"You want me to teach You some dirty Hindi, hmmmm?"
 
He laughed again as her accent was so lovely to hear. Kumar nodded while continuing to drive the van.
 
"Yes, why not? They say that ladies like romantic men, and I figure I could test my luck if I knew a few naughty lines in your beautiful language."
 
After he spoke, Madhuri had become curious. She leaned up in her seat and moved a bit, just enough to look at his face sitting in the driver's seat. The first thing she noticed was that he was quiet young and he was a slim build. He reminded her one of her friend’s son in one way. Smiling, she replied back to him in that thick accent of hers.
 
"You don't look bad for a cab driver. I thought you sounded a little mature, but you look around half of my age. How old are You, Kumar?"
 
"I'm twenty-five years old. Is that a problem, Madhuri?"
 
"No, not at all! At least I want to feel like a cougar today on the prowl for younger men."
 
She burst out laughing at her own words. Kumar chuckled in laughter as well, taking a turn on the road as he replied to her.
 
"So, is that a confession? You mess around with younger guys?"
 
"I won't deny it, at least in front of you. I get the impression that you are just the kind of man that likes to keep secrets."
 
Kumar laughed, nodding his head. He glanced again in the rear view mirror before looking back on the road. The taxi van was beginning to cross back outside of Downtown Chennai. He was already considering places he could take her out quiet, if she were to agree with having some fun in the back of the car.
 
"Indeed, I am. I keep secrets to the heart. What goes on here in this cab, is between me and the passenger only. Your secret is safe with me."
 
"Well, that's a relief. So, what dirty Hindi would you like to learn, mahoday?"
 
Now he had his chance. Kumar wanted something that Madhuri would fall for, but it would probably backfire on him. His line was easy, one that he often used to women in the back of his cab. With his eyes locked on the road, he replied back to her.
 
"Since you confessed to me, I might as well confess to you. When I have a nice lady, much like yourself, in the back of my cab...and they can't pay the fare, I usually make them a deal. I ask them to flash me their tits. I'll deduct some of the charges of the fare if they do that for me. So, can you tell me how to say that in Hindi?"
 
Madhuri smirked and nodded.
 
"So you want me to tell you how to say that in Hindi? 'Flash me your tits', is that correct?"
 
"Yes!"
 
Sitting firmly in the back seat, she crossed her legs again while licking her lips. Madhuri didn't initially think nothing of his words. She knew he was flirting with her and did not mind it one bit. After a few moments, she replied translating his words in Hindi.
 
"mujhe apane stan dikhao..."
 
"That's it?"
 
She nodded from the back of the cab.
 
"Yes, that's 'show me your tits' in Hindi."
 
"Wow, that's fucking beautiful. stan? So that's what you call your 'tits' in Hindi?"
 
"Yes, that's right! Go ahead, say it back."
 
Now was Kumar's chance, even if it wasn't a strong attempt at seduction. He wasn't about to pass this opportunity to ask her to show him her boobs.
 
"Alright Madhuri, I would like for you to mujhe apane stan dikhao."
 
"You want me to show You my stan?"
 
"Yes, go on babe! I'd love for you to flash them for me."
 
She giggled at his words, shaking her head and whipping her pony tail around. It seemed that Kumar's attempt was paying off. Madhuri slid her jacket off, revealing that the dress she wore had short sleeves. Kumar could see her slender arms from the rear view mirror. He continued driving as she moved to push the dress down over her shoulders and reveal her large famous breasts to him. Once he glanced back into the rear view mirror, this time his breath was taken away. Kumar always dreamed of witnessing Madhuri's tits in person, and here they were exposed in the back of his taxi van.

 
"My god, look at those...The best tits in Bollywood, always was, always will be."
 
She smirked and placed her hands over her bare breasts. Madhuri held them up, squeezing them before she replied in her thick accent.
 
"Thank You! Yeah, I knew you would get a kick outta seeing these big tits. I'm quite proud of myself."
 
If there was anything besides Madhuri's beauty that was alluring, it was the sound of her voice. Kumar was more than impressed, ready to truly take his chances with her now.
 
"Oh, babe...I could listen to you talk for hours. Your accent, the way you talk, it sounds so fucking hot. Apart from you being a beautiful woman on your own. I tell you what, how about we go have some fun? You wouldn't mind fucking a cab driver would you, Madhuri?"
 
Madhuri didn't know what to think of his offer upon first thought. He was so blunt about it, not even trying to hide the fact with low key flirting. Here she was in the back of the cab with her shirt pulled down, revealing her large boobs. He already resembled her friend’s son a bit, a relief as she grew tired of messing around with older men from time to time. After a few moments of not answering, he spoke again further pushing the offer.
 
"I could take you to some place quiet out where no one can find us. No strings attached, we just have some fun and forget it happened after we're done. You can talk to me the whole time, teach me some more dirty Hindi if you'd like. How about it?"
 
"You know what? I guess, why the hell not? I'm supposed to see my friend but I figure, what the hell, we can have some fun together. No strings attached, you say?"
 
Kumar nodded, still focusing his eyes on the road.

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[sanjaysara]

part 3

"Yes, no strings attached! I'm just a taxi driver living a dream with you. The only way you're going to be seeing me again is if you keep calling the Silver Screen cabs. You might see me again if you do."

 
She laughed, tilting her head before nodding.
 
"We'll have to see about that. For now, yeah, how 'about it? I'll take some time with you, teach you some more dirty Hindi."
 
He chuckled listening to her slurred words over her heavy accent. Kumar was ready now to take a detour, just like he had done so many times before with women that sat in the back of his cab.
 
"Alright, you're on babe! What a fucking day this is going to be..."
 
Without finishing his sentence aloud, he spoke in his mind 'I get to fuck Madhuri Dixit today! This was every man's dream twenty years ago.' He took a turn off the highway, going down an empty street near some tall buildings. Since they technically were still in the city and had not crossed the highway leading to Mahabalipuram, he figured he would take the van to a special place. There were numerous car park buildings, Kumar was familiar with using them as a 'quiet spot' for this kind of dirty event that played in the back of his cab. As he turned the car yet again to go towards a car park, he spoke up to Madhuri.
 
"I'm almost there. While you're sitting back there, would you mind taking your clothes off for me? Or maybe I should ask you that in Hindi, right?"
 
Madhuri smirked and nodded her head. She then spoke to him in her native language.
 
"apane kapade utaaro! That is 'undress please'."
 
"Alright, very well. apane kapade utaaro, Madhuri."
 
With a smirk on her face, she was pleased with him having no problem saying the Hindi words back. Madhuri began to unbutton the lower part of her skirt, but not before replying back to him in Hindi.
 
" jaisa aap chaaho sar."
 
Kumar was unsure of what she said exactly, but he didn't bother to ask. It seemed like a 'yes' to her. He watched as she began to slide her skirt down, slipping the navy blue fabric down from her legs and revealing a black thong underneath. Her tanned olive skin looked so beautiful, her legs were in marvelous shape as he could witness from the rear view mirror. The last piece of her clothing was her shirt. Madhuri pulled it over her head, and then slipped it off before tossing it to the floor of the van. She sat completely naked, apart from her black high heels and the thong underneath. Kumar was impressed.

 
"Fucking wow. You know, it's so hard to believe that you're older now. I don't think there is another woman in Bollywood that gets better with age like you. It's like you're fine wine, Madhuri. You just keep getting better and better."
 
"Thanks. I like to stay in shape."
 
The taxi van turned, the heavy sunlight that was appearing in the windows suddenly disappeared as the car turned into the entrance of a car park. Kumar continued driving, going up one floor before he spoke again.
 
"Can you turn around for me on the seat? I gotta see that ass, please."
 
"Sure, but next time, I want you to say  ‘krpya’. That's 'please' in Hindi."
 
"Alright, babe. krpya! Show me that famous, big Mumbai ass!"
 
Madhuri obeyed his wish. The car turned around, going up another story of the large complex building. She turned around facing the back leather seats and placed her hands up on the top. Glancing out of the back window, she pushed her knees together and pumped out her huge, thick booty to him. Only the black thong was tucked between her massive, firm ass cheeks. Kumar witnessed it via the rear view mirror and whistled.
 
"Hot damn, now that's one fine big ass if I ever seen one. I always liked to stare at it when you're in a movie that I'm watching."
 

She turned around, sitting back down on the seat but she couldn't help but to tease him over his reply.
 
"Oh yeah? Did You pause the movie, and whip our your cock and start wanking to me?"
 
"When I first seen in ' Beta, yes I fucking did. I won't even deny that. That dance scene, you gave me an erection right there, I had to leave and go jack off in the bathroom with the VHS tape paused in the bedroom."
 
"At least You're honest! You don't know how many men lie to me 'about that!"
 
He couldn't help but to chuckle at her words. It was amazing listening to her accent slur her words around when she was excited.
 
"Let me to be honest, babe. YOU are the only reason men even watched that movie back in the day, that's a fucking fact."
 
"I'll take your word on that!"
 
Madhuri ignored him for now. Kumar pulled through the car park and went up one more story of the building. The lucky number 3 was his way of tending to a car park, always going for the third floor. Madhuri shoved down her thong, revealing her sweet pussy that was soaking wet. She felt the cab stop when she pulled it down her knees and past her ankles. Kumar glanced behind his shoulder, looking out the back windshield as he changed the gear and began to back the car up into an empty parking spot. There weren't many cars on the third floor of the car park. Across from it was a large office building but Kumar paid that no attention. Madhuri closed her eyes and pushed her finger down past the dark hair above her open clit. She moaned as she began to finger herself, thinking about what dirty deeds they would be committing together in the following minutes. It took only a minute for Kumar to back the car up into a spot and then stop it.
 
"Here we are, babe. I see you're already comfortable, I'll be back there with you soon."
 
"Ohhhh...You better be quick! I ain't in the mood for waiting!"
 
He turned the key to shut off the engine. Madhuri opened her eyes and sat back in the seat, watching as he kept the key in the ignition before opening the driver's door and stepping out. From the window, Madhuri watched as Kumar walked to the back door on the left side of the van. Within seconds, he slid open the door and stepped in just before closing it behind him. The man stood tall wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. Over his feet were a pair of flip flop sandals. He was instantly hypnotized from viewing her nude body sitting among the seats. Madhuri smirked at him and moved a bit, offering him a spot to sit next to her. The first thing he did was kick off his flip flops and then sit down right beside her. Madhuri turned to face him. The first thing she did was lean over and kiss the man's lips softly.
 
"You're one woman I've always dreamed about having a chance like this, babe. I feel honored today."
 

Kumar spoke while starring into those big black eyes she had. Madhuri smirked to him and began to lean over. She climbed into the man's lap and then shoved her bare breasts up against his chest. Once again, she kissed his lips. Grinding her hips down into his crotch, she looked back into his eyes and replied.
 
"Yes, You are a very lucky cab driver today."
 
Again, she kissed his lips. Only this time, she sunk her tongue into his mouth and kissed Kumar passionately. He moaned into her mouth, Madhuri continued to grind down into him, almost as if she were giving him a mini lap dance. He ran his hands over her smooth skin, running over her chest before pushing his palms over those famous amazing breasts. Madhuri pulled back, breaking the kiss as she leaned herself back in his lap. Kumar witnessed her stomach, starring into every inch if her front body as he began to squeeze her tits. She moaned, still grinding down over his crotch. She could feel his cock hardening, growing bigger just for her. No words were spoken for a moment, she just let him squeeze her tits and feel them as her nipples hardened up under his palms.
 
"I want to taste that fuckin' bada ling under me. Mmmmmmm, I want it, Sar..."
 
Her words made Kumar smile. He didn't know what she meant by 'bada ling '. He felt himself growing harder as she was still grinding that thick fat ass over his lap.

 
"The fuck does that mean? bada ling?"
 
Madhuri rolled her eyes and giggled at him.
 
"You said that you wanted to learn some dirty Hindi, right!?"
 
"Yeah!"
 
"It's Hindi for 'big dick'! I'm telling you that I want it right fuckin' now!!"
 
"Go on and get it, babe! It's yours! Take my cock, please!"
 
She began to crawl off him, going down to the floor and grabbing the front of his pants. Madhuri smirked at him and shook her head, forcing her pony tail to shake around.
 
"We don't say please! Don't tell me you forgot the words for that already!"
 
"Oh, my bad! krpya! krpya, Madhuri! Take my bada ling and suck it in your wonderful fucking mouth."
 
With a smile across her lips, she nodded back to him.
 
"Yes, much better!"
 
Madhuri couldn't say that she wasn't enjoying this man's odd sense of humor. Most men didn't bother with her Hindi language, yet he seemed to truly be entertained by it. She unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. Her eyes gazed back into his as she gritted her teeth while slowly pulling his shorts down. She had the look of a seductress in her eyes, something she was aiming for to play into a fantasy for this man. Once his shorts were pushed all the way down to his ankles. His underwear came next. Kumar wore white briefs, Madhuri could easily see his rod sticking straight up in them. When she slipped them down, she wrapped her right hand around his cock and began to slowly stroke it. After his underwear had fell past his ankles, Kumar moved his feet to kick them free of his skin. Madhuri smiled as she looked up into his eyes and brought her face closer to his cock.

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[sanjaysara]

Remain part ill be continue tomorrow

[sanjaysara]

part 4

There were a million things a man could say when he was living a dream like this. Kumar wanted to blurt out a number of things as Madhuri was staring back into his eyes as she stroked his cock. Instead, he remained silent and simply smiled. She parted her lips and kissed the head. Closing her eyes, she used her tongue and licked a circular motion around his cock before sinking it past her lips. 'Mmmmmmmmm', Madhuri moaned over his cock in a muffled tone of voice. Her hand went down to the base of it and then she began to slowly bob her head up and down on it. Kumar took a deep breath before moaning. He had a real Bollywood sex goddess down on her knees sucking his dick. After a few seconds, Madhuri came up and released his cock with a loud pop noise from her lips. She looked back and spit on the head, wrapping her hand back around the shaft to stroke.

 
"God, that is fucking amazing...Wow, you know how to suck that dick. Yeah, go on babe!"
 
He initially thought Madhuri was going to correct him with the Hindi word from earlier. Instead, she simply glanced up into his eyes while pushing the head of his cock up against her nose. She titled her head to the left and took his cock and began to spank it up against her right cheek to tease him.
 
"Wow, you've got some tricks up your sleeve, babe! You're one dirty, fucking woman!"
 
Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound echoed on as Kumar sat back and watched one of the most beautiful women in Hollywood beating his cock up against her face. She stopped after a few seconds and then brought his shaft back between her lips. This time, Madhuri began to suck it faster and harder. She removed her hand so she could get more involved to truly deep throat his meat. If his mind was blown already, he had not witnessed anything yet. Kumar's jaw dropped when Madhuri pushed his cock all the way down her throat. Her lips buried at the base while the head slammed to the back of her throat.
 
"Holy FUCK!!"
 

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Kumar gasped before blurting out his words yelling. Madhuri slobbered and sucked on his dick before slowly sliding her lips back up off the head. He was more than impressed, she obviously was very experienced when it came to sucking sock. She didn't gag or choke when taking his entire long rod, a feature that not many women had accomplished before. When Madhuri released his cock from her mouth, it made yet another pop noise. Thick ropes of saliva dangled down from her lips back to his rod. She looked up into his eyes and spoke in a low, slutty voice while her sexy accent slurred her speech.
 
"You like that?"
 
"Fuck yes, ohhhhhhh god babe! You suck better than a lot of whores I've fucked in my cab before.
 
She gave him a wink before going back down on his rod. This time, Madhuri bobbed her head up and down, sucking his cock more aggressively. Streams of saliva trailed down his thick rod, as she sucked on it over and over. Her mouth created several slurping and slobbering sounds as she devoured his swollen meat.
 
"OH MY GOD, FUCKING WOW!!"
 

Ignoring his complimenting words at the moment, Madhuri continued to devour his cock over and over while pumping her lips down the shaft. After several minutes, she pushed her lips back to the head and made yet another pop noise coming off it. This time, there were several saliva strings dangling from her mouth back to his cock. Kumar took a deep breath before speaking to her.
 
"Holy fuck, you're my kind of a woman. You get fucking filthy...You suck cock like a whore, but better."
 
Madhuri smirked. She spit on his dick and then wrapped her hand around it. She moved her face down to his balls, ready to suck on them next. Sticking her tongue out, she slowly began to lick over his nut sack. Her tongue trailed over the hair before she pushed her lips together to make a slurping sound against it.
 
"Yeah, there you go! Suck on them balls, babe! You're my kind of woman, indeed! God, you get fucking nasty!"
 
She pulled back from his balls, ready to talk dirty with him again involving her native Hindi language. With a smirk over her lips, Madhuri replied back.
 
"You said I suck cock like a whore?"
 
"Correct!"
 
"That is main ‘ek veshya kee tarah land choosatee hoon' in Hindi. Say it back to me, Kumar."
 
He took a deep breath, nodding to her before slowly repeating her words.
 
" main ek veshya kee tarah land choosatee hoon!"
 
Madhuri winked to him after he had repeated the phrase of filthy words in Hindi. She resumed sucking on his balls. Her tongue lapped over them before she closed her lips around the left nut. She began to stroke his slobber-covered shaft back and forth in her right hand while she slurped and sucked on his nuts. Kumar knew the word 'puta' was Hindi for 'whore. That was one of the few words he knew without Madhuri educating him. He took a deep breath, moaning as she continued to slurp and suck on his balls.
 
"That's it, that's it babe! Ohhhhhh, man...Mouth of a veshya. main ek veshya kee tarah land choosatee hoon, yes!"
 
At first, she almost stopped sucking to correct him about the 'yes' at the end of his sentence, but Madhuri didn't. She figured it was alright since he at least was repeating her phrases back to her correctly. With her mind set, Madhuri decided to reward him for understanding the phrases correctly and repeating them. She pulled her lips from his balls, watching as a thick string of saliva dripped down to the floorboard of the cab. Glancing back at his face, Madhuri spoke in her thick accent.
 
"Would you like it if I rimmed You?"
 
"A rim job? Go right on ahead, babe! Fuck yes!! I would love that from you!"

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[sanjaysara]

part 5 (last part) 

Kumar was excited. He loved it when a woman gave him a rim job in the back seat of his taxi van. He leaned up a bit for Madhuri, watching as she lowered her head. His saliva coated balls rubbed up against her forehead as she parted her lips and slipped her tongue between his ass cheeks. Within seconds, she found his little dark hole, after he leaned up a little bit more. Kumar let out a loud moan as Madhuri's tongue began to twirl and lick around his dark hole.

 
"Ohhhhhh, yes! Ohhhhhh, fuck yeah!! There you go, babe! That's it, such a wonderful woman! Filthy like a fucking Bitch!"
 

Her long pony tail moved a bit from her shoulders while she continued to twirl her tongue between his ass crack. Kumar was tempted to reach down and undo the ponytail, but stopped himself. If she wanted to remove it, she would do it herself he figured. Madhuri continued to lick between his ass cheeks while Kumar was panting and groaning. Her hand was still wrapped around his dick,but she didn't stroke it. This made him relax a bit with his coming orgasm, as he wasn't ready to blow his load for her just yet. Madhuri eventually let go of his cock while licking around the little hole between his ass cheeks. She moved her hands over her large breasts, giving the only hint of what she was about to do with his sticky cock next. Finally, she pulled back from his ass and then Madhuri held her breasts up while gazing up into his eyes. She spoke in Hindi, hinting what was to come next.
 
“tum mere stan bakavaas karana chaahate ho?"
 
All it took was for Kumar to see her holding her breasts up for him that was how he knew that she was asking him to fuck her tits. He smirked to her, raising his bare ass from the leather seat under him to stand up. He grabbed his cock, guiding it between her famous tits as he replied.
 
"Fuck yeah!! I would love to fuck your tits, babe!"
 
She shook her head, quickly responding back to him in an angry tone.
 
"No! stan! Say it right, saar!!"
 
"Alright, your stan! I want to fuck your stan, Madhuri!"
 
"There! That sounded better!"
 
She began to giggle a bit while holding her breasts apart and sliding them over his cock. Kumar moved his hands back, as it appeared Madhuri was taking over for this titty fucking session. Madhuri squeezed her large breasts together, trapping his cock before she began to pump them up and down. Kumar moaned, calling out to her.
 
"Ohhhhhh, fuck! Yes!! Every man who seen you before, has gotta be dreaming about these boobs! They're fucking wonderful!"
 
A soft little smile moved past her lips. Madhuri gazed into his eyes, just before closing her eye lids and moaning. She loved to fuck a man with her tits. Madhuri knew that her body was built for titty fucking, never neglecting to put those epic breasts to great use. Kumar stood there, watching as his cock would disappear between the folds of her massive boobs and then the head would pop back up. Over and over, she continued to fuck his long shaft with her tits. Madhuri opened her eyes, moaning as she teased him in her sexy accent that caused her words to slur a bit.
 
"You like that? Ohhhhh, yeah! I bet you do! Feeling this big fuckin' cock, going back and forth between these lovely tits, eh? Mmmmmmm!!"
 
"Fuck yeah, ohhhhh man. Those tits are the best thing ever, oh my god!"
 
She didn't even bother correcting him this time around. How could she? Any man would become lost in pleasure when experiencing her great giant breasts fucking their cock. Over and over, Madhuri continued to pump her breasts back and forth, up and down. She worked her breasts, hoping to eventually make him cum. Kumar began to pant, realizing that Madhuri's epic tits were going to force him to blow his load early. He wanted to save his cum, just like before when he made a huge mess over the last famous woman that rode in the back of his taxi. Kumar cried out, placing his hand on her shoulder to force her to stop.

 
"Ohhhh, babe! Come on, stop! You're gonna make me blow my fucking nuts before I even get a chance to fuck you!"
 
"Mmmmm, You are lucky that I'm gonna allow you to make me stop!"
 
Madhuri responded to him after pumping her breasts one final time. She let out a moaning sigh as he pulled his cock from her breasts. Kumar offered her a hand to pull her up from her knees. Kumar pointed to the front seats of the taxi, specifically moving his index finger to show her the slide out panel where the front passenger's seat was.
 
"See that, babe?"
 
"Yes, what about it?"
 
"I want you to hold onto that. When I fuck a woman in the back of my cab, that's my favorite position to take her. Hold onto that for me, I'll take you from behind."
 
"Ohhhhh, you like doggy style, eh?"
 
"That's right, babe! Now, come on for me."
 
Madhuri began to turn around for him and get into position as he requested. She placed her left hand over the slide out panel and then glanced over her shoulder back to him.
 
"Wait, just' one ting first! I've got a request to ask!"
 
"What's that, babe?"
 
"Will you let me get on top and you can pump that big cock in my ass?
 
Kumar laughed as her accent was slurring her speech around quite a bit. He nodded his head to her, but not without replying.
 
"Sure, but only if you do something for me."
 
"And that would be?"
 
"I want you to tell me the Hindi word for 'ass', so I can know what to say when I'm pumping my cock in your thick, fucking beautiful Mexican ass."
 
Madhuri smirked and nodded to him.
 
"Oh, sure! I'll tell You that right now! The word is ' nitamb '."
 
Once again, Kumar laughed to her before teasing in his reply.
 
"You like to get fucked in the nitamb, Madhuri?"
 
Biting her lower lip, she grinned upon nodding. Kumar was smiling big, flashing his teeth to her. Madhuri turned her head and then planted both hands over the slide out panel above the passenger's seat, just as he had requested moments earlier. Her heels were planted down into the floor of the van, spread out to reveal her thick juicy ass and moist clit waiting for his cock. From this position, Madhuri could see clearly out of the front windshield. The car park was mostly empty, apart from a few cars in a distance from where they were parked. Taking in a deep breath, she waited for him to slide that cock into her pussy.
 

"Alright, come on! Come now, I know you wanna fuck me, so do it!"
 
"Tell me that in Hindi, babe!"
 
" mujhe chodo! Come on, mujhe chodo You kinky fuckin' man!!"
 
Kumar reared his left hand back and spanked her left ass cheek as she spoke to him. He took a step forward, sliding his cock into her warm, wet pussy. Madhuri took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she felt him entering her. He thrust his cock into her pussy nice and slow at first, getting used to the tightness of her clit. Madhuri bit her lower lip, just before yelling out to him in Hindi.
 
" bhaad mein jao mujhe pata hai ki tum chaahate ho, mujhe isakee aavashyakata hai! mujhe chodo!!"
 
Suddenly, Kumar began to pick up steam and pound his cock into her pussy back and forth. He placed one hand over the small of her back, watching as her ass cheeks bounced with each thrust he made into her pussy. His other hand reared back and spanked her left cheek yet again. Madhuri's body began to shake, leaning up against the panel as he had instructed her to do. Her large breasts began to bounce and move all around from underneath her body. Her pony tail fell from her left shoulder and bounced around with each hard thrust he sent into her. Kumar spanked her ass again, yelling out.
 
"God, you're so fucking tight! Yes, that's it! God, this body was built to be fucked!"
 
Madhuri began to scream to him in her native Hindi language.
 
" phak me, phak me, phak mee! haan, mujhe yah pasand hai!!"
 
Though he had no idea what all of her words meant, he knew the repeated word of ' mujhe chodo ' had to be Hindi for 'Fuck me'. Kumar didn't stop, he began to pump his cock into her harder and faster. Madhuri lost her grip initially on the panel, moving her right hand to force a new grip over it. She opened her eyes and gritted her teeth, screaming out to him in English words this time.

 
"OHHHHHH, YES, YES, YES!! THAT'S IT, FUCK ME!! THAT'S HOW I LIKE IT, FUCK ME, YEAH!!"
 
He reared his hand back and spanked the left cheek of her ass like before.
 
"Tell me that in Hindi, babe! Go on, do it for me!! Tell me that you're my whore, babe!"
 
Yet again, he spanked her ass while still thrusting his cock back and forth into her pussy. Madhuri groaned, moaning as she was nearly out of breath. She needed a moment to catch herself, closing her eyes before she spoke to him in Hindi to fulfill his wish.
 
" main aapakee veshya hoon !! mujhe sah lo ... sar!"
 
Her voice squealed in a high pitch upon the last word. Madhuri was so close to reaching her climax, she didn't care anymore, she wanted it now. For some reason, Kumar just loved hearing her say ' veshya '. It was so sexy to him, apart from her accent slurring her words every other time she spoke. He heard the word 'cum' in her speech, figuring that she was trying to tell him that she was close. He gripped her left ass cheek with his left palm, squeezing her soft firm skin as he continued to buck his hips and drive his cock and back and forth into her pussy. Kumar grunted, calling out to her yet again.
 
"Yeah, you're my whore babe! God, you're so fucking wonderful! I want to make you cum, would you like that, babe!?"
 
"OHHHHHHH, YES! YESSSS!! MAKE ME CUM, YOU KINKY FUCKIN' MAN! YES, YES!! I AM YOUR PUTA, YOUR NASTY FUCKIN' PUTA AND YOU LOVE EVERY MOMENT OF IT!!"
 
"Yes I do, babe! YES I FUCKING DO!!"
 
When he yelled to her, Madhuri closed her eyes. She was only seconds away from bursting. Her body began to tense up, her legs slightly shaking as she cried out to him.
 
"OHHHH!! FUCK ME, OHHHHH, YESSSSS!!"
 

Kumar's jaw dropped when he felt Madhuri's clit tighten up and release into a wet climax. Her juices flushed over his cock hard, but he remained still after one final pump into her wonderful pussy. Madhuri was gasping for her breath, crying out so loud he wondered if her voice could be heard echoing from outside the taxi van. To prevent his own self from releasing an orgasm, Kumar slid his cock out of her pussy, watching it slither out. Madhuri was still catching her breath while her hands remained gripping the slide out panel. Kumar went down to his knees, watching her juices trail from her thighs. He brought his tongue over skin and began to lick the trail, collecting all of her sweet warm juices.
 
"Ohhhhh, my...Mmmmmm, lick it up for me, yeah..."
 
He considered it an achievement to prevent his own orgasm from not erupting inside her pussy, or between her tits earlier. Kumar licked up every drop of her juices that came out from her clit before he moved away. Madhuri let go of the panel, turning around to face him. As they stood together, he leaned down and kissed her lips. She brushed her tits up against his chest, not even bothered that he never removed his T-shirt from his torso. Once their lips pulled apart, Madhuri smirked to him and was quick to remind him what they had to do next.
 
"I hope You haven't forgotten so soon!"
 
Kumar shook his head, chuckling at her words.
 
"How could I forget? You wanted to get on top, right?"
 
She nodded, smirking to him. He continued speaking.
 
"Well, did you enjoy yourself, babe?"
 
With a smile, she nodded her head to him.
 
"Yes! I had a lot of fun!"
 
"I think I've gotta get you over to Mahabalipuram now, right? Well, once you get your face all cleaned up and dressed back in your clothes."
 
Madhuri bust out laughing. She opened her mouth, revealing her perfect small white teeth as she made her signature laugh. Shaking her head to him, she responded.
 
"Oh no, I don't think I wanna go see my friend now. You gave me quite a day on your own! I'll get myself cleaned up and get dressed again. I'm going to request for you to drive me back to my hotel, it's not far. You better put your underwear and pants back on, can't drive this cab without any pants."
 
He laughed at her response, nodding his head.
 
"Yeah, you're right about that babe."
 
She wiped some of the cum from her face, glancing back at him before speaking again.
 
"Don't forget the naughty Hindi lines I taught you today. If you try those on any Hindi speaking ladies around here, just don't blame me if they slap you in the face because they will know what you're saying."
 
When he smiled to her, Madhuri bust out laughing again. He couldn't help but nod to her.
 
"Oh yeah, I'll remember that. Thank you, babe! I'm going to be dreaming those words, I'll forever hear them in your sexy voice."
 
Together, they moved around the cab to collect their clothes while Madhuri had to clean her face up. After Kumar had put his underwear and pants back on, he went back to the front seat of the cab to collect some paper towels and help her. From his wandering eye, noticed a bit of cum stains that ended up on the floorboard of the van, making a mental note that he would have to scrub the floor later on. He had just had the time of his life with a woman he had fantasized about for so many years. After several minutes of cleaning up and getting dressed back up, he decided that he wasn't even going to charge her the fare. It was one way he show the lovely famous woman a token of his appreciation before driving her home.
 
THE END

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Happy Birthday to smile queen Sneha

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15. SEXY PAYBACK BY SNEHA

part 1 

"I... I can't believe it!"

Sneha was furious as she read the article. She had been married to Prasanna , her long-date boyfriend, for more than 8 years and there was already speculation about their relationship's end. Something about him going around her back while on a show in Malaysia.

"Ugh, those than media vultures!"

Problem was, they were right.

She had heard it, as well as allegations he had been going around without the wedding ring. She had confronted Prasanna about it, and he had denied vehemently, saying he would sue the newspapers for defamation and all that. But the rumors continued, now from other sources and places...

She knew Prasanna very well. She knew he had a habit of chasing after anything that wears skirts, and that it would be difficult for him to keep from straying once together. Hell, she had been the other woman when he had been dating another starlet before her, so it was not like she was a saint herself.

But now she was the one getting cheated. And she would not stand idly and let him do that.

She wouldn't give up and just split; no, it was a bump on the road but she was sure their relationship could endure. She firmly believed it was essential for a long-term relationship more than just sex, and she and Prasanna were friends before being lovers: they still played around, acted more like close friends than a married couple. She had forgiven his affairs in the past, but this didn't mean she wouldn't get back at him for letting it leak.

She thought of the possibilities. She didn't want to do anything that would go public, her aim was not to humiliate him; it was more of a need to heal her pride again then hurt his. Of course, she could torture him in private as part of her 'revenge', but as satisfying as that was she still needed something else.

Standing up and moving to the window, she looked at her pool. She kinda got an idea...

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part 2

"Oh, good day Mrs.Prasanna . I thought you were travelling?"
 
Sneha gave a smile to the young pool boy as she let him in. "I still prefer to be called by my maid name, if you don't mind. And no, my husband went to an award ceremony but I chose to stay here. I've been feeling a bit down lately."
 
"Sorry to hear that, Mrs. Pras... Mrs. Sneha." He quickly corrected himself. She 'rewarded' him with another smile before leading him to the backyard where the pool was.
 
"Well, as you can see it is nothing too troublesome. Neither Prasanna nor I have had the time to use it much lately so it has been a while since it was last cleaned, but the weather hasn't really been too bad. It is probably more like a routine cleanup." Sneha said, showing him the pool. He agreed. "Well, I will let you to work then."
 
She walked back to the house, her face in a smile, as she was sure he was still looking at her go. Not surprising, as she had noticed his surprise and excitement when she called him.
 
She went upstairs to her and Prasanna's bedroom, going to the window to look her employee over as he worked. She nodded her head in approval at first glance and then sat down as she continued to judge him.
 
He was good looking, young but looking like a manlier Adharva—which further upped her interest. After a while, because of the heat, he removed his shirt and she could see even more things she liked: while not overly sculpted or anything, he was still quite strong and well-toned.
 
She smiled as she decided it was enough ogling from her part, and moved to her closet. She changed herself into a pair of brown bikinis and panties; they were not only rather tight-fitting, but actually brought attention to her full figure , and the color was a favorite of Prasanna's.
 
Putting a bathrobe over to 'cover' herself up, she gave a final glance through the window before going down again. Stepping out to the backyard, she pretended not to notice his surprised staring.
 
"How is it going?" Sneha asked, getting close to the pool.
 
"As you said, Mrs.Sneha , it isn't too troublesome. Won't take much longer."
 
"That is good to hear." Sneha moved to one of the pool chairs, undoing her robe's knot. "Do you mind if I lay down here, sunbathe a little?"
 
The pool boy turned, and his words got caught in his throat as he saw her take her robe off. Her breasts, even hidden by a tight bikini, were still mouth-watering; it helped that her bikini top still left quite a bit in the open. Even when his attention managed to pass by her breasts, he still marveled at her athletic, slim body and her perfect, PERFECT ass.
 
Sneha smiled as she had her back to him, knowing he was ogling her. "So, can I stay or would you prefer I leave you alone to your work?"
 
"NO!... I-I mean... It is your house, M-Mrs.Sneha , you don't need to ask me..." He rapidly recovered.
 
"Why, thank you." She turned to him, giving him a smile—and a nice view of her chest—before putting on a pair of sunglasses and lying down on the pool chair.
 
After a while, as if expecting her to shout a 'got you!' or 'just kidding!' and leave, he eventually came to terms that the goddess was going to stay there and decided to go back to work. It was... distracting, to say the least. Meanwhile, under the guise of her sunglasses, Sneha  kept checking him out. He was definitely handsome and quite lean; clearly he didn't overdo his working out, which she was glad. She really liked what she saw.
 
This kept on for almost an hour, as he kept working while trying to avoid ogling her—or at least doing so as discreetly as possible—while she enjoyed his attention and rewarded with her own—hidden—eyes. Eventually she decided enough was enough.

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part 3 

She herself was tired of this kind of teasing, and the poor boy was probably even worse.

 
"You think it will take much longer?"
 
He raised his head to look at her, having been catching leaves off the water. "Not much. I just got to finish removing those leaves, then it is ready to go."
 
"Oh good, I was thinking of taking a swim." Sneha sat up and stretched, her arching back making her chest stick out even more. She then moved her hands along her arms and shoulders. "I don't really use the pool very much. Even lying down here on the chair feels quite foreign. My back is kinda sore because of that."
 
Sneha stretched a bit more, letting a moan escape; she could see it was having its intended effect, as the pool boy shifted uncomfortably. She couldn't quite see it, but she was sure he was trying to hide an erection.
 
"Say, could you give me a little help?" She looked at him as he seemed ready to fall over. "I don't want to be overbearing or anything, but I could really use a massage right now. Could you... Could you help me over here? I pay you an extra if you wish."
 
"Th-That won't be necessary, Mrs Sneha."
 
Hesitatingly he walked towards her, as Sneha sat crosslegged on the chair with her back towards him. She moved her hair so it would fall to the front, to her chest, giving him a view of her back. Considering the amount of action films she did in the past few years, she was proud to say she had managed to keep a lean and athletic body, yet never forfeiting its femininity.
 
She felt his weight on the chair as he sat down behind her, hesitation palpable. After another encouragement from hers, she guided his hands to her back, having him start to move around her back towards her shoulders. In a while he started getting more comfortable, starting to stroke and pressure her shoulders, back and neck.
 
"That's it... Keep like that." "He is good..." Sneha said and thought, her eyes closing as she let herself relax under his caress.
 
She was almost surprised he did not try anything more so far, but then this was pretty much why she had called him. She had asked around the area for a pool boy that could be trusted, giving the excuse that her husband was away so she would have to be alone with him; she eventually found out about this college boy, who had been doing a few part-time jobs around the area.
 
From what she got, he was very nice—and handsome—and discreet; after asking around about him, she eventually was convinced he was trustworthy—wouldn't overstep his limits on her nor go running for the newspaper or gossip magazine to tell of what happened here.
 
Just what she needed.
 
"You really got good hands, you know?" Sneha said, letting a moan for emphasis.

 
"Thanks, Mrs. Sneha" She almost laughed. They had said he was somewhat timid with the housewives, and they were not kidding.
 
"With this, I think we are intimate enough for you to call me Sneha." She chuckled. "And, now that I think about it, I didn't even get your name."
 
"It is Sanjay."
 
"Sanjay?" She asked, a bit of surprise in her voice. "wow I like that name very much, it’s beautiful as much as you, and what is your native place sanjay? "
 
It’s Malaysia” turning her head to the side so he could have better access to the junction of her head and shoulder. She inadvertently tensed at that, and he noticed. "Is everything alright, Mrs. Sneha?"
 
"I told you to call me Sneha."
 
Of all the pool boys in the entire county, she managed to choose a Malaysia one. She managed to choose one from the same country where Prasanna was discovered cheating on her, the same country where his affair was from, thus bringing this moment to fruition.
 
And there were people who didn't believe in fate or things like that...
 
"It is just... an enormous coincidence."
 
"What...?"
 
"I... I don't suppose you follow celebrity gossips, do you?" Sneha turned her head to the side, managing to look at his face.
 
"Uhm... I..." He looked sheepish, and even a bit embarrassed.
 
"You do?!" She almost squealed, and as he started to blush she couldn't help laughing. "That's... Sorry, I'm sorry... No need to be embarrassed..."
 
She felt his hands start to falter in his ministrations, and not wanting to dishearten him she raised her hands and put them over his.
 
"It is okay, I didn't mean to offend you or anything." She gave him a serious look, and was satisfied when he gave a tiny smile. "Anyway... I guess you know about me and Prasanna then?"
 
"Is that true? I mean, what they say about the cheating, the whole baby ordeal and the divorce?"
 
She raised her eyebrow. "You really are informed, eh? But... No, we aren't divorcing nor are we fighting because of children. Not yet, anyway; I think we aren't ready yet." She looked forward again, her head low. "But the cheating... Yeah, that part is true. I mean, I always knew he did that... But to let himself get caught by the media like that, while in a show in Malaysia?"
 
"I guess you are resenting anything to do with Malaysia then?" He asked. She was about to look back at him to correct his line of thought before he completed. "If it serves for anything, I think anyone would agree you are much better than that girl."
 
"I don't really resent you guys." Sneha said, looking back at him with a smile. "But do you even know the girl to say something like that? What if she was, like, a Miss Universe or something?"
 
"Well, Malaysian gossips say that it was an actress. I've seen her before, and I can guarantee you are way more talented and beautiful than her." Sanjay said, making her smile. "Don't be offended, but I think you husband is an idiot if he for going after those kinds of girl while having you at home."
 
"Far from being offended. That is actually kind of sweet." That said, Sneha moved her face closer to his so their mouths were inches apart. Just as it seemed clear as to what she was gonna do, she changed direction and instead pressed her lips to his cheek. Pulling back with a smile and looking at his blushing and dumbfounded face, she was quite proud of herself.

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part 4 

Suddenly she turned back to the front, straightening her body and letting her hands fall to her sides. "So, how about you continue that massage, Sanjay?"

 
"Okay then... Sneha." She smiled and shivered at this, before relaxing again as he worked his hands on her shoulders and neck, now slightly more comfortable around her.
 
"Have I told you yet how great your hands are?" Sneha moaned out, moving body backwards against him. He didn't try to stop, instead moving himself to accommodate her; soon she had her back pressing against his chest, sitting pretty much on his lap.
 
"Sneha, don't you think this is getting a bit too much...?"
 
"Are you getting uncomfortable? I actually thought you were quite happy with this situation..." She moved her body a bit and, true to her words, she felt something hard poke her down there. "Yep, it seems happy alright."
 
"Mrs Sneha. ..." He tried talking, but stopped when her hands once again reached his, this time guiding it forward. She placed them on her collarbone, just a bit above her breasts... "I... I really think I should..."
 
"You better think carefully what you are about to say, Sanjay, or you might regret it later." Her tone helped carry an underlying threat, as she once again moved his hands; a bit downwards, making them hover just above her covered mounds. "So, as you were saying: You think...?"
 
Sanjay, the pool boy, gulped as he thought about what to say. He had this sexy actress pretty much throwing herself at him, and he sure as hell didn't want to throw such a chance away; but, on the other hand, wasn't this kinda wrong?
 
"What... What about your husband?"
 
Sneha turned her face to the side, facing him with a frown. "He cheated on me; I'm just paying him back on the same coin. Besides... you aren't too bad yourself." Her frown turned into a sultry smile. "You really want to back down? It will be disappointing, but I won't force you."
 
She waited for a moment, looking at him in the eyes, as he seemed to debate with himself. Turning her face forward again, she decided to help make up his mind.
 
She pushed his hands a bit closer, letting the palms touch for a brief moment the tip of her nipples, hard as pebbles within her bra, and then let them go. It was her teasing him but also giving permission for him to act on it; that is, if he decided to go on...
 
"Oh, fuck it."
 
True enough, any hesitation still present within Sanjay's mind went away at that action. With a groan he moved his hands, pressing against and grabbing her breasts and forcing her body back against his; at the same time he also leaned over and started kissing along her neck and jaw, eliciting a moan from the actress.
 

Sneha gave a squeal of surprise and pleasure, glad he decided to go on. Her hands returned to his as he started to grope and knead her chest, squeezing her breasts as his lips moved upwards to suck and nibble on her ear.
 
"Glad you made the right choice." Sneha said, moaning a bit as she moved her head back. One of his hands left her chest and went up, resting at her chin as he made her turn her head to the side. His mouth left her ear and rained kisses along her cheek as she turned, eventually capturing her lips on a searing kiss as she turned to him.
 
Sneha moaned in his mouth, kissing back passionately as the previously timid pool boy intensified his actions. Her mouth opened as his tongue speared inside, wrestling against hers while one of his hands kept her head in place, the other continuing to molest her tits.
 
After a while Sanjay drew back from her face, looking at her half-lidded eyes and slightly puckered lips, so enticing he dived again for another brief but hard kiss before making her look forward, leaning her head back and then diving down to feast on her exposed neck.
 
"Oh God, don't stop..." Sneha moaned, placing a hand on his head to incentive him further.
 
Not that further incentive was needed.
 
Sanjay continued to kiss along her neck lovingly, sucking and biting once in a while, while his other hand crept under her bikini top to squeeze her breast directly. He was amazed at the firmness of her big tits; they felt even better than they looked...
 
"Please... I feel like I'm gonna explode..." Sneha moaned out, moving her bottom against his covered erection.
 
Sanjay groaned at the feeling, before stopping everything and standing up. Sneha was about to complain when he grabbed her by the arm, making her stand with him. Once standing he pulled her close, making their bodies mold together; her breasts smashing against his chest, while his erection poked her. She circled her arms around his head, looking him deeply in the eye.
 
"Having doubts, Sanjay?" She leaned her head slightly to the side, giving him a cute, quasi-innocent she learned during her '7th Heaven' era.
 
"Yep. Don't know if I should kiss you, suck your tits, eat your pussy or just..." He trailed off, his hands squeezing her hips.
 
Sneha gave him a smile, one of her wide smiles that showcased just how wide her lips went. "Well, I trust you to find the best option. But just to give some help..."
 
Pressing even further into him, Sneha leaned forward to give him a kiss. It started slow and gentle, but just like before both started really getting into it and soon they had pretty much lost control. Their lips opened and moved all over each other, their tongues battling as Sanjay's hands moved from her hips to her ass, grabbing her cheeks strongly and making her jump up a bit.
 
"Damn, this is so unbelievable! I think just kissing you could make me come!" Sanjay exclaimed, trailing his kisses down her chin and once again attacking her neck. He was careful to try and not leave marks, but he couldn't help sucking strongly her succulent body.

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part 5 

"Hmmm... We don't want that, do we?" Sneha pulled his head up again to look at her. "That would just spoil the fun."

 
Pulling away from him, she turned them around and pushed him back, making him lose his balance and fall in the chair. Motioning for him to lie down and get comfortable, she moved to the feet of the chair, looking him over.
 
"You like what you see here?" She asked, moving her hands up her body and squeezing her own breasts. Sanjay looked on, entranced at her display, and she smiled. "How about you let me see a bit more too, hm? Take off your shorts."
 
Not wanting to argue, the pool boy immediately pulled down his short and boxers, Sneha crawling on the chair in all fours to help him. As she helped free his cock, it sprung up to life, fully erect and pointing upwards; she looked in amazement at his well-endowed package.
 
"Malaysian women are often considered sex goddesses, but I guess Malaysian men don't get the recognition they truly deserve." She said, crawling up his body like a cat, her eyes ever fixated on his cock.
 
Upon reaching his attention-seeking member, she grabbed it with her hand and lowered her face closer; looking up into his face, she pumped him and slowly licked along the shaft, her thumb following her up the erection.
 
"Oh, damn!" Sanjay yelled, groaning, as she smiled devilishly at him, kissing his cock before moving back; her face leaving his member, but her hand continuing to pump while her thumb trailed his head and slit.
 
"Something bothering you?" She asked, still smiling as she crawled up his body, kissing along the way and stopping at his chest. Her teeth clamped on one of his nipples, eliciting a yelp of pain from him as she bit down and started to try some sucking.
 
"I never understood why you guys have such fixation on breasts. Look at these." She flicked his nipple with her tongue. "What is the big deal about it?"

 
"Not these!" He said, almost desperate; he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up and once again kissing her mouth, before he circled his arms around her and desperately unclasped her bra. Sneha gave a gasp in his mouth as he sat up, bringing her with him; disentangling from her mouth, he instead threw her bra away and immediately smothered his face into her breasts as she now sat on his lap.
 
"Ooohhh..." Sneha  moaned, placing her hands on the back of his head as he motor boated and devoured her breasts. Sanjay sucked the flesh into his mouth, kissing and nibbling as he eventually managed to climb a mound and engulf her nipple. She had to hold back a scream as he worked his much anticipated target, tongue and teeth batting her nipples as his hand moved to her chest to give him an extra help.
 
"If you were in my place you would understand why they are so great." He managed to tease between sucks, loud popping sounds joining Sneha's moans every time he let the tit off his sucking mouth. He eventually changed tits, devouring her neglected breast while one of his hands made sure to squeeze and toy with her now wet, used tit.
 
"You really know how to get a woman off..." Sneha said, her hands caressing his hair as she basked on the pleasure he was giving her chest. Meanwhile, she unconsciously started moving her hips in his lap, her covered pussy grinding against his painfully hard cock. Such actions seemed to make Sanjay get more and more wild, as he eventually pulled back from her chest—after certifying that it was fully covered by his saliva—and turned them around, making Sneha lie on her back as he was above her.
 
"Don't worry, you can be sure I will make you forget that guy if you want." He said, kissing her mouth again. "God, what is it about her lips that I can't get enough of?!"
 
As they separated again, a strand of saliva briefly keeping them connected, Sneha's hand moved down their bodies and grasped his cock, pumping it as Sanjay groaned over her. Seeing her challenging smile, he fought back: moving his hand down their bodies, he pushed away her bikini bottoms and moved his fingers in her pussy, teasing and pinching at the entrance before spearing inside the canal.
 

Taking advantage of the fact she stopped working on his cock—which he was thankful, as he didn't think he would have held out long enough under her hand—he started moving down the chair, crawling down her body until he reached her thighs. There, he pulled down what remained of her clothing and stopped for a moment to look at her, at the goddess willing to fuck him.
 
Her full C-cups standing to attention, her nice shaven pussy daring him, her long legs in their tanned splendor, her exquisite eyes half-lidded in lust and her mouth, that lovely and irresistible mouth he had come to love kissing; all around, Sneha  was, to him, a perfect goddess. He wanted nothing more than to pleasure her, make her scream his name.
 
Leaning down to her, he used his fingers to part her lower lips and reveal her clit. As if he was looking at a mouth, he dived down and engulfed it with his own; licking and batting the clit as if it was a tongue. He had to use his other hand to hold Sneha's thigh as she seemed to spasm in pleasure, and he didn't feel like dying asphyxiated—as pleasurable a death as it would be.
 
This got even worse after a few moments, when he used his fingers to penetrate her while continuing to lick. As he added more fingers, eventually managing to put four inside her, he noticed not only she seemed to get more agitated, but she was also getting wetter.
 
He briefly wondered if the neighbors could hear her loud moaning/screaming. But the thought only crossed his mind for an instant.
 
The next, he was pretty much fighting for his life.
 
With a loud, orgasmic scream, Sneha shot up and slammed her hands over his head, smashing his face on her pussy. Such was his surprise he faltered in his defending against her thighs and was promptly caught in the vice-like grip of her strong, closed legs; this all led to him almost choking when her juices started flowing.
 
He managed to recover in time, lapping up her juices as they overflew from her pussy; his fingers never stopping their movements, continuing to finger and have her ride her orgasm as much as she could. Eventually he felt her relax and fall back against the chair, her breath inconstant and her body tired.
 
After making sure to clean her up—with his tongue, of course—Sanjay crawled back up, kissing along her belly and the valley of her breasts—making sure to sneak a squeeze on the way, obviously—and coming to look at her face. "God, even like this she is sexy as hell." He thought, as he looked at her flushed face, Sneha's eyes squeezed tight as she tried to stabilize her breathing.
 
When she opened her eyes and looked at his face, she couldn't help but smile. Not a purposefully sultry or sly smile, but a seemingly genuine smile; she leaned up, giving him a couple pecks on the lips, before evolving into a gentle but more passionate kiss.

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part 6 (last part)

"Why is it that every woman gets so gentle after being eaten out?" Sanjay asked, nuzzling his face on her hair and kissing her cheek. "Seriously, what is so great about it?"

 
Sneha looked at him with a raised eyebrow, seeing him smile teasingly. Remembering her comment about breasts earlier, she too chuckled but still gave him a playful slap on the side. "You ass."
 
"You have a nice one too." Sanjay said, getting a little more daring and snaking a hand to her behind. Sneha started when he squeezed a cheek, looking at him incredulously. "C'mon, no one ever say that to you? You have one of the most incredible asses in the world."
 
"I don't know if I should feel happy about it or not." She said, giving him a strange look. "Are you saying my ass is fat, or something?"
 
"Oh shit, not this." Sanjay said, leaning down to silence her with a kiss as she laughed in his mouth and circled a leg around him. In the tangling of their bodies, his hard cock started poking against the inside of her thigh, bringing it to attention again.
 
"Looks like someone wants to play." She said, as cliché as it might sound. Moving herself up to straddle Sanjay again, Sneha sat up on his lap, his up-pointing cock just in front of her pussy. "Well, do you want this?"
 

"More than anything..." He didn't have to say anything else, as Sneha pushed up and, grabbing his cock and lining it with her pussy, slowly started sitting on him. She moaned as she moved down, finding difficulty to adjust to him. And Sanjay, too, seemed to be having problems with her tightness.
 
Truth be told, with the constant conflict of their schedules she and Prasanna had barely had time to get off—at least with each other—for a couple month now. And, while he had his extra-marital affairs, she had—until now—kept truthful to him. Meaning she was a long while without fucking, and even after just getting off she was quite tight.
 
Meanwhile, the strong tightness, coupled with all the teasing so far and the fact he was fucking a Hollywood star, fucking Sneha , was almost enough to have him blow right here and there. It was only an absurd self-control—and the promise of even more pleasure if he held out a little longer—that kept him up.
 
Anyway, he grabbed Sneha's hips to help her in her descent. Moving his own hips a little to get her used to his length, soon he managed to get her sitting completely on him. Moaning and whimpering as she managed to get confortable, Sneha started to move her hips, stimulating herself on his pole.
 
Soon they were fucking intensely; Sneha going up and down and bouncing on his cock, moaning like crazy along the way, as he too moved his hips up to meet her descending body, thrusting aggressively as one hand groped her ass and the other her chest. Seeing her tits jiggling were too much for him, as he eventually sat up and placed his mouth on them, smothering himself on her bouncing rack as he continued to slam into her.

 
The combined effects of having her pussy pounded and her tits suckled and fondled like this, coupled with having had an orgasm just a few minutes before, had Sneha losing her strength far too quickly; soon, she resigned herself to moaning and letting the pleasure overcome her, letting Sanjay do all the fucking work as he continued thrusting up against her pussy, grabbing her by the ass to help the action.
 
Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth opened in an 'O' as she moaned without even noticing, her arms thrown around the Malaysian and sometimes scratching his back.
 
After a while, seeing as she wouldn't get back anytime soon and because of the difficulty of fucking her like this, Sanjay grabbed her by the butt strongly and started standing up, noticing that she—maybe instinctively—wrapped her legs around him. Standing up with Sneha , his cock still inside her, he turned them around and briefly separated their bodies as he threw her on the chair, immediately following to reconnect their embrace.
 
"Fuck, you are so tight...!" He groaned out as he penetrated her again, though this time with relatively more ease.
 
Sneha answered only with a moan as she pulled him down over her to give him a wet and sloppy kiss, moaning in his mouth as he took the chance to start slamming into her snatch in this new, more 'normal' position, her legs circling him as further incentive.

 
"Oooohhhh... Wait... Hhhmmm... Wait a moment!" Sneha managed to make out amidst her moaning, and after repeating it a few times—which by itself was a challenge—she managed to get Sanjay to listen and slow down. "This isn't... Hhmmm... This isn't a revenge against Prasanna if I don't give you something else..."
 
"Continue." Sanjay said, smiling and almost stopping as he liked where this seemed to be going.
 
"I never did this with him, but to get back on him... I will let you...!" Sneha didn't finish as she screamed loudly in ecstasy as she continued getting pounded, albeit in a slower, torturous pace.
 
With newfound strength, she managed to push him away and out of her. Motioning for him to give her space, she proceeded to move into position: all fours on the chair, her succulent ass high up in the air and lightly shaking as if to entice him.
 
Not that it was needed.
 
With enough self-control so as to not just stick into her and call it a day, he kneeled on the chair and leaned forward, grabbing her butt cheeks. Her ass was one of the most perfect in the world, something he had actually dreamed of, and he couldn't help wanting to enjoy it as much as he could.
 
With his hands on it, he was amazed at both the size and fullness of it, but also at its firmness. After giving it a couple squeezes and kneading, he drew his hand back and, after a moment of preparation, hit it hard with a slap.
 
Sneha yelped and almost jumped, not really expecting this—how silly of her—but did not complain. On the contrary; after the slap she started shaking her ass even more for him.

 
"You liked this, hm?" Sanjay asked, smirking as he caressed the rump before drawing it back and slapping it again. "What about this, do you let Prasanna spank you like a naughty girl?"
 
"Never..." Sneha replied in a desperate tone, her eyes closed; her body rocked forward every time he hit her ass, and she held back her moans and yelps by biting down on her bottom lip. "But I do deserve a spanking, don't I? I'm cheating on my husband, after all..."
 
"That you do." He agreed, using both hands to slap both cheeks, chuckling as he watch the firm globes move up and back down from the hits. "But it is for a good reason, so I guess you deserve a reward too..."
 
Leaning his head down, he placed his lips on the reddening spots where he hit her rump, kissing it better and sucking the supple flesh into his mouth. Sneha seemed to paralyze on this, not expecting him to—literally—kiss her ass. She cooed slightly at this, feeling him kiss and nibble around her bottom.
 
"You have such a gorgeous ass. Are you really going to give it to me?" He asked, slapping it again before caressing it.
 
"YES!" She screamed, pushing her ass back against him.
 
Chuckling as he had a handful of ass pushed against his face, he pried her cheeks apart to take a look at her puckered hole. Wasting no time thinking how strange it was to do this, Sanjay pushed his face forward and started devouring her asshole.
 
"OH GOD!" She gasped as his tongue invaded her little hole, one of his fingers soon following. Like with her pussy a while before, he started both fingering and licking her, soon bringing her to the brink.
 

"Damn... You are going to make me cum again!" She moaned out desperately, almost falling on her elbows as she pushed her head down in pleasure.
 
"Calm down, this is just to prepare you." Sanjay said, giving her a last kiss in the ass before standing up again.
 
This time around, he placed his groin in where his face was moments ago. His dick, still fully hard since he hadn't cummed before—and there was no shortage of incentive—was pressed between her cheeks; grabbing her by the hips, he started slowly pushing inside.
 
He was barely in when Sneha made her discomfort known, starting to whimper in pain and asking him to wait it out. Sanjay did so, his hands caressing her hips to try and relax her; even with the improved lubrication of his saliva in her ass and her juices on his cock, it was still difficult to move inside her.
 
Eventually she let him continue, letting him sheathe more and more of his pole in her asshole, slowly so as to minimize any pain. Still she whimpered and her body trembled at the invasion, not used to it.
 
"Damn, your ass feels even better than it looks. This position is great..." He tried to distract her, leaning forward to kiss her back as his hands found their way to her dangling tits, kneading it and bringing a moan out of Sneha.
 
"Thanks." She said, turning her face to the side to glance at him. Sanjay also leaned further forward, reaching her turned face and giving a kiss on the corner of her mouth, eliciting a smile from her still-pained face.
 
After a while of this 'romantic' foreplay, Sneha managed to get comfortable enough and wiggled her ass, signaling for him to go on. Going back up, he grabbed her by the hips again and started pulling out, drawing out the feeling of his cock rubbing against her ass' walls, before plunging in again, this time more forceful. Sneha once again whimpered and trembled, but this time he could feel an underlying tone of pleasure in her sounds.
 
After a while of moving slowly and getting her to relax he was able to set a nice, fast pace as he pumped in and out of her ass, her body being rocked back and forward by his thrusts as she grunted and moaned loudly. Sanjay himself could not make a comprehensible sound as he slammed his hips into hers, loving the feel of her tight ass constricting his cock and giving it several slaps while riding her.
 
"Oh fuck!" He groaned, falling a bit forward and grabbing at her breasts for support. Now holding into her jiggling tits, he started slamming against her backside in an even more animalistic frenzy. Sneha moaned louder and louder, trying to bite her lips to drown the sounds as she enjoyed having her ass violated like this.
 

Sanjay heard her screams of orgasm and saw her grip the chair tight, but he couldn't bring himself to respond right now. His eyes closed, humping away at Sneha 's ass like a hung horse while he had his hands full of her boobs: he could feel himself reaching his peak when her ass clenched around his cock as if trying to milk him.
 
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum soooon..." He managed to groan out, his pace quickening.
 
"N-No... Don't cum there..." Sneha said weakly, her head pressed against the chair, her body being rocked by his strong thrusts. "Cum... Cum in my mouth... I want to taste you!..."
 
"Then come here quick!"
 
Sanjay immediately pushed away from her, sitting on the edge of the chair, his cock glistening and pulsing. Sneha managed to crawl back to him, pretty much dragging her tired body, and sat on the floor by the chair's feet. She didn't miss a beat as her head swooped down, taking his hardness in her mouth hungrily.
 
his hand instinctively grabbing a fistful of her hair as she started bobbing her head along his length. With all this excitement, it didn't take very long until he clenched his fist tight, holding her head in place as he allowed himself his much needed ejaculation.
 
"Yeah, drink it all up..." He said dreamily as he looked down on her face, feeling her take it all directly in the throat. She eventually drew back, opening her mouth and jerking him off, making him shoot what remained of his load in her waiting tongue—and inadvertently also hitting other points of her face. "Oh God..."
 
"You liked the show?" She asked, smiling; she licked her chin, trying to clean herself before she opened her mouth wide and showed the cum accumulated on it. Then, closing it, she closed her eyes and moaned softly as she played it around with her tongue, eventually swallowing and following with a sexy 'yummy' sound. "Would you like a kiss to finish it off?"
 
"Please, don't." As much as he loved her little 'show', and loved kissing her, he still found the thought of kissing her after this gross. She merely chuckled, though.
 
"Don't worry, I won't." Moving up, she gave him a teasing kiss on his cheek before sitting beside him.
 
They stood in silence for a while: Sanjay kind of embarrassed as the situation started to fully dawn on him and not really knowing what to say, Sneha merely looking at the pool with an unreadable expression in her face. "So, what now?"
 
"What 'what now'?" He asked, not trusting himself to look at her. After the fantastic experience, he seemed back to his almost-timid self.
 
"This." She said, looking at him. Seeing his attitude, or lack of, she grabbed his chin and made him look at her. "What we just did."
 
"Well, I'm guessing it is a one-time thing? I mean, you got back at your husband, so..."
 
"Silly." She said, smiling and looking him in the eye. "Prasanna cheats a LOT, this wasn't the first time nor will it be the last. Besides..." She adopted a sly smirk, making him smile in turn. "It is awards season, he will be travelling a lot and going to parties. And then he will be going on tours again. I don't really have any projects to work on for a while... And it is soon going to be windy, meaning the pool will need a lot of cleanup."
 
Sanjay smirked back, moving forward to kiss her neck. "Then I'm guessing I will be seeing you again next week, Sneha?"
 
"Of course." She said, leaning her head back and smiling as he reached her breasts and started sucking them. "Do you know how to swim?"
 
"Obviously. Why is that?" He said among sucks.
 
"Me and Prasanna never debuted the pool. Think you can beat him to it?" She asked, smiling at him. He withdrew from her breast, looking up and meeting both her sparkling, mischievous eyes and her smile.
 
"I'm more than up for it."

the end.

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16. KAJAL PLEASURES A FAN

 
part 1

Kajal Agarwal waited in her trailer after the Fashion show. A fan won a personal meet-and-greet with her. She didn't bother to change, reasoning that he would love to see her in her ramp – walk outfit up close. There was a knock.
 
"Miss Agarwal, your fan is here," said security through the door.
 
Kajal opened the door. Standing before her was a young man. He shyly looked at her and walked inside. Security closed the door behind him. Kajal stuck her hand out.
 
"Hey! What's your name?" she asked.
 
"Sanjay," the fan nervously answered as he shook her hand.
 
"Nice to meet you, Sanjay!" beamed Kajal.
 
The fan seemed really shy. Kajal could tell it'd be hard to get a conversation going. He probably didn't have much experience around girls.
 
"So Sanjay, did you enjoy the show?" she questioned.
 
Sanjay smiled a little. "It was great! So memorable seeing you on my birthday!"
 
Kajal returned the smile. "Your birthday, huh? How old did you turn?"
 
"I'm 18 now."
 
Kajal smiled wider. "Happy 18th Birthday, Sanjay!"
 
Sanjay blushed and thanked her. Kajal was now confident this would be an awkward evening if she continued trying to have a conversation with him. He was barely responding. Her friends joked that she should give her fan a happy ending. She thought about it. She wouldn't go that far but it was Sanjay's 18th birthday. It shouldn't end awkwardly. It should remain memorable. Something he will always look back on.
 
"Take a seat," Kajal told him.
 
Sanjay hesitated and sat down. He watched his favourite actress walk to her stereo. His eyes wandered her body. He fixated on her shapely ass. Kajal looked over her shoulder and caught him staring. She smiled while Sanjay blushed.
 
"So what is your favourite song of mine?" she asked.
 
"Pakka Local from Janatha Garage" he responded.
 
Kajal giggled. "Okay."
 
She turned back to her stereo and turned it on. It started playing. Kajal slowly swayed her hips to the song. Sanjay intently watched. Seeing her this close dancing to her own song was so much hotter. Kajal shows her back to him and parted her legs and danced more. She ran her fingers through her hair. Her hands traveled down her body and along her legs. Kajal slid her hands over her ass and back down her legs. She slowly turned around. Sanjay looked shocked.
 
"It's your special night. I want to make sure you enjoy it."

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Part 2

Kajal sexily walked towards him as if she's on a catwalk. She twirled around and sat on Sanjay's lap. She slowly against him. Sanjay gasped. Kajal leaned her back against his chest while she moved her hips to the music.

 
"Did you expect a lap dance from your favourite actress?" she breathlessly asked.
 
"No..." Sanjay whispered.
 
Kajal could feel him growing in his pants. She smiled to herself and moved her ass up and down his length through his pants. She ran her hands up her body until she had them behind Sanjay's head. She leaned her head back on his shoulder while she rubbed against him.
 
"You love my ass, don't you?" Kajal cooed in his ear, teasing him.
 
"I do," he quietly admitted.
 
Kajal took his hands and placed them on her legs. She moved his hands along her thighs while she slowly moved against him. She slid Sanjay's hands over her stomach and on her sides. His fingertips brushed against the sides of Kajal's boobs. His heart quickened.
 
"I know you've seen my sexy photos. You touch yourself to them, don't you? Imagining squeezing my tits..." she whispered in his ear.
 
Kajal slid Sanjay's hands around and made him cup her boobs over her top. She intertwined fingers with him and made him squeeze her breasts with her. She reached back with both arms and ran her fingers through Sanjay's hair. He continued to grope Kajal's boobs. He could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples grew hard under her top.
 
"I love your tits," Sanjay exclaimed. "They're so perfect."
 
Kajal smiled with her arms back, still playing with his hair. Sanjay gently squeezed again and rubbed her nipples through her top. Kajal could feel him fully hard against her ass. She swung around and straddled Sanjay's lap and pressed down on him. She rubbed herself against his cock through his pants. Kajal enveloped Sanjay's head in her arms and brushed her chest against his face while her hips moved from side to side. Sanjay couldn't help himself. He gently bit Kajal's nipple through her top. She softly moaned and unzipped Sanjay's pants.

 
Kajal slid down his body and pulled down his pants and boxers. Her boobs rubbed against his erection. Kajal went further down. Sanjay felt her warm skin on his shaft, his cock slid along her neck. Kajal went further down and her hair lightly tickled Sanjay. She turned her face up and moved upwards, her face rubbed up the length of Sanjay's penis. Her lips barely touched him. Kajal gripped his thighs and spread them.
 
The song "Chandamama" started to play. Kajal smiled up at Sanjay and ran her hands over his thighs. Her hands were slowly getting closer to his erection.
 
"I don't ever do this sort of thing but..." Kajal started to sing along. "Darling, you are the only exception." She wrapped her fingers lightly around Sanjay's hard cock.

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Part 3 

He was in bliss. Kajal Agarwal was singing to him with her hand around his dick. She began to lightly stroke him while singing. She almost held his cock like a microphone and looked up at him. Sanjay could feel her breath while she sang. Kajal then closed her eyes and gently rubbed his shaft against her check. She then kissed it.

 
Kajal softly sang to him. Her lips danced along the side of his cock while she sang. Each time she paused, she placed a gentle kiss. She continued it through the song. Her lips were soft and delicate on his erection and it only made him harder. Kajal was lost in her own world with her eyes closed, her loose grip and lips traveled up and down his cock with gentle kisses. When the song ended, she had kissed each inch.
 
"I'm in love with you," Sanjay blurted out. His heart was beating fast.
 
Kajal opened her eyes and smiled up at him. Another one of her movie’s song came on. It was more upbeat. She stood up and straddled Sanjay's lap. She again danced for him. His cock lightly rubbed between her legs. Kajal had her arms dbangd over his shoulders.
 
"Oh my god, I always wanted to fuck you," Sanjay quietly admitted.
 
Kajal smirked and looked down. It turned her on a lot that he'd admit it. She pulled her shorts and panties to the side and pressed her bare pussy against Sanjay's erection. He gasped. Kajal rubbed herself up and down the shaft. She was making him slick. Kajal leaned into Sanjay and rubbed against to the tempo of the music. She had made his erection soaked and easily slid up and down his length.

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Part 4 (last part)

Sanjay placed his hands on Kajal's hips and watched her facial expressions. Her eyes were closed and she was in bliss. Her pussy lips were parted by his cock, dripping and rubbing against him. Sanjay's hands wandered Kajal's body, cupping and squeezing her boobs through her top. He badly wanted to take it off her, but he didn't want to risk it. Kajal leaned her head back with her eyes still closed.

 
"That feels good," she sighed.
 
Sanjay kept one hand on Kajal's tit, squeezing. His other hand went down her body and groped her ass. She writhed on top of him, moving her wet pussy up and down against his hard cock. Kajal moaned and breathed heavy. She locked eyes with Sanjay.
 
"I'm getting close," Kajal said.
 
"Please..." he begged.
 
Kajal rubbed herself harder against him. "Please?" she teased.
 
Sanjay pressed himself against her, almost whimpering. Kajal very slowly moved her hips, feeling him throb against her. The head of his cock pushed between the folds of her pussy and Kajal slid further against him. Suddenly, he was slowly sliding inside her. His heart raced. Once Sanjay was at the hilt, Kajal stayed still a moment. She savored his full length inside her. She placed Sanjay's hands on her hips and began moving up and down slowly. She was so wet that she was dripping over his balls.
 
Sanjay looked up at Kajal, who softly moaned. He pushed as deep as possible inside her each time her hips went down. Kajal dbangd her arms over his shoulders and moved her hips in a circular motion. She wanted to feel every inch of him inside her. Sanjay grasped her hips and guided her. He thrust his hips up while he pulled Kajal down harder and harder. Her arms fell from Sanjay's shoulders and hanged limply behind her. She moaned with each thrust, her eyes closed.
 
"I'm cumming," Kajal warned. She shuddered. "Fuck ... Sanjay ..." she gasped.
 
Sanjay felt her tighten around his erection. Kajal had an orgasm while he fucked her. He felt himself coming close but Kajal suddenly got off him. She fell to her knees, breathless. She looked up at him with a blissful smile.

 
"I need to thank you for that," she said.
 
Kajal leaned forward and flicked her tongue against Sanjay's balls. She began lapping at it, tasting her cum on him. Sanjay watched, feeling her tongue for the first time. Kajal traced the tip of her tongue along his length and circled it around the head. Her lips enveloped him and slowly slid up and down, just on the head, then traveling farther down each time. She sucked lightly each time she pulled back.
 
Sanjay watched her intently. He ached with pleasure and didn't think he could prolong it. Kajal sucked his dick more vigorously. She cupped his balls and gently squeezed. Sanjay couldn't control himself; he stood up and began to fuck Kajal's mouth. She moaned in return and held onto his thighs. In and out his cock went, Kajal's drool dribbling onto his balls. His hands held onto the back of her head, tangled in her hair.
 
"God, Kajal ..."
 
Sanjay grabbed a fistful of Kajal's hair. He pushed his throbbing cock as deep as possible down her throat. She teared up a little from gagging. Without warning, he came. Kajal swallowed, her throat squeezing his cock, milking the cum from him. Sanjay slowly pulled out of her mouth. Kajal swallowed once more and gasped for breath. Cum dribbled from the corner of her lips.
 
"Happy Birthday," Kajal quietly said as she placed kisses on Sanjay's length. "I hope I made it memorable for you."
 
Sanjay watched Kajal kissing his cock, her makeup smeared from tears and his cum dripping off her chin. It was a night he would never forget.

The end.