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Hello Readers. This will be a long story series with multiple points of view characters. Mrs. Pravina a college teacher will be the main character. We will be exploring her sexual escapades and the stories of the boys and men who get to feast on her. If you have any inputs or suggestions or any fantasies which you would like me to incorporate then message me and I will surely see what can be done about it. Another thing, this story will have forced sex, blackmail, rough sex, domination, and humiliation. If these themes upset you then please do not read any further. 

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Pravina I

Hi. My name is Pravina. This is my story. I ‘am a married housewife. I have been married for 7 years. I have a 2-year-old daughter. I stay in Pune with my in-laws. . After finishing college I got married to my husband Dev and started my new job as a teacher. Ours was an arranged marriage and we were very much in love at the beginning but as time passes my husband started losing interest in me. He started neglecting me and taking me for granted. My husband treated me like a free whore. He would fuck me whenever he wanted to. I would lay under him as he would pump his small penis in me. His fucks became indifferent. I used to close my eyes as he put his cock in me. He could not even last for a minute. After our sex sessions, I would be left to fend for myself. I would finger myself to an orgasm. I don’t know why he lost interest in me. I would dare say I am a very attractive woman. I have fair skin and beautiful hair. I have an ample bosom and a tight ass. I have an hourglass figure which I maintain by going on long walks and doing yoga. I was very frustrated with my family life. My mother-in-law treats me as her personal servant put on this earth to satisfy her whims and fancies, a high-class servant. I was raised in a conservative very household. Growing up I was very shy and I did not interact much with boys. It was only while teaching at college that I became aware of the effect I had on young men. They would stare at me constantly. Whenever I used to sit down at my desk, male students would come up to my desk to ask doubts and queries. At first, I thought that I was a great teacher that so many boys were coming up to me for clarifications. But later I saw their stares. Their lecherous eyes staring at my boobs. Tying to get a peek of my cleavage. Slowly I too started becoming aware of this. I then started experimenting with my clothes. Wearing chiffon sarees to college. Wearing tight hugging salwar kameez dresses. The interest shown by the boys in college made me happy. After all, every woman wants to be desired. The following is a journal of my various sexcapades and how I was used and enjoyed by multiple men.

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Pravina II

This is one of the first incidents in college that aroused me a lot. One day I was doing the rounds of my class. I was passing through the rows after giving the students an assignment. One of the students called me as he had a doubt. He was having a doubt related to certain equations. I was facing him. He turned his notebook toward me and pointed with his pencil towards some equation that he had a doubt about. I bent down to read the equation. As I was reading this I saw that only one of his hands was above the table. His other hand was below the table and moving in a rhythm. I saw his eyes and they were fixed at my cleavage. He did not see me looking at him. I was in a fix. As I had bent down my dupatta had come down and my breasts were exposed to him. If I covered them now it would be embarrassing. I could not think clearly. I quickly looked at his notebook and took to solving his problem. It took me 2 minutes to solve the problem. In that time the rhythm of his hand increased. I solved his problem and moved to another student. As I passed him I saw that there was a huge bulge in the front of his pants and he was fondling his cock through the pocket of his pant. His hand was moving in a rhythmic fashion. He must not have even heard what I spoke to him. I then moved along the row and while coming back I saw that there was a wet patch near his crotch. I was very disturbed and disgusted by this incident.

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Pravina III

Once in college, I went to the ladies' bathroom before leaving for home. It was almost 6 p.m. and starting to get dark. The bathroom was on the ground floor and overlooked a vacant area of the college. It faced the backside of the college. If you peeped through the window you could see the backside wall which was 5 feet away from the bathroom. When I went to use the facilities I saw a student facing the wall and taking a piss on the compound wall. I went about my business and when I came back he was still peeing. This aroused my curiosity. I moved further and looked through the window and saw that he had a mobile in his left hand and with his right hand he was jerking his cock. I saw his mobile and it shocked me. He had opened my Facebook page and he was jerking off to my profile picture. I was transfixed by this. My mind went numb. He was grunting slowly taking my name. "Pravina!!! Pravina!!!", while stroking his cock. His back was faced to me so I couldn't make out his face. He turned sideways a bit and his cock was exposed to me. Holy shit, I thought. It was black and long. I could not help but be reminded of my own husband’s pathetic manhood. He was stroking it furiously now. He suddenly tensed and started moaning “ Ahhhh,Ahhh”  and started to cum. After doing his deed he put his now limp dick back in his pants and left. As he left I had a look at the guy. It was Aslam. He was the college bully and currently studying in the 3rd year. As he left the area, the light fell on the part of the wall where he was standing. It was drenched with his cum. Looking at that white cum stained wall gave me an unnatural feeling.
That day I was not able to sleep. My mind was excited and aroused to know that Aslam was jerking his cock thinking about me. That big dick in his muscular hands which he was stroking so furiously. There was a tingling in my pussy that could not be explained. The next morning I was very excited to go to college. I had worn a sari that day. The blouse of this sari is tight and revealing. I usually do not wear such risqué outfits to college. I went to the 3rd year B. Com class. Aslam was in the class sitting on the backbench. Now let me tell you about him. He was tall and had a very ugly face. He had dark skin. He also had a very bad odor which I noticed while doing my rounds. He had a beard that was very ragged. His clothes would always be crumpled and it looked like he would go on days without a shower. That day he was looking at me very lustily. Looking at his stares made me blush. After teaching the class I gave them an assignment. I started doing my rounds. As I was going by his desk he looked up and showed me his notebook. He said he was having some difficulty. Being addressed directly by him was unnerving. My mind was in a haze. Here was the bastard who was masturbating to my picture yesterday. There was a ball in my throat as I approached him. He showed me the math problem. His handwriting was very small and ineligible. I had to bend down to read. Due to this, my pallu slid down from my shoulder. My blouse was exposed to him. There was a grin on his face as he saw my blouse and cleavage. I immediately straightened myself and left red-faced. The class was over after another 10 minutes.
This incident occupied my mind all day. I was not able to focus on teaching any of my classes. I knew that Aslam would be jerking for me today. A part of me wondered whether I had led him on purpose. If a part of me wanted him. By evening I decided to go to the bathroom at the same time. I knew Aslam would come today to relieve himself. After looking at my cleavage he must have the need to relieve himself. Exactly at 6:00 p.m. he came. I had teased him in the class today and he must be hot and heavy. He returned to his spot and took out his cock and began stroking it. He was again on my Facebook page. This time he was masturbating to a different image. He was engrossed in his stroking. Suddenly out of nowhere, my phone rang. I was shocked out of my wits. It was my husband calling me. Hearing the ringtone Aslam turned around. He saw me there looking at him. His cock was exposed to me. He came forward to the window and smiled. He understood that I must have been looking at him masturbate. Looking at me he winked and said, “ Dekh mera lund. Kitna tight hai tere liye “ (Look at my cock. See how hard it is for you) and began stroking his cock. I was dumbfounded. No one had ever outraged my modesty in such a way ever. I was paralyzed with fear and indecision. I was not able to move. Seeing me like this he grew bold. He moved towards me and there was just a window separating me and him. He was pointing the cock at me and stroking it. He seemed to be in a trance. He put his hand through the window and removed my pallu which fell to the ground. I was paralyzed and did not stop him. My breasts were exposed to him. My breasts were tightly enclosed in my blouse and were heaving up and down with my heavy breathing. My mangalsutra was glittering in the dark on my breasts. Suddenly my phone rang again. It was my husband calling me a second time. I did not have the courage to pick it up. My eyes were transfixed at his cock. He began pumping it crazily. He was now clenching up. He tensed up and began shooting his cum. It fell on the wall which was separating us and on his hand. He was grunting like a madman while cumming. Taking my name "ohh.... Pravina...... Ohh... Pravina... kya mast randi hai tu..” (Ohh Pravina, what a whore you are...). His hand was filled with his white cum. He moved his cum drenched hand forward and with it he pressed my left breast. The cum on his hand stained my blouse. He was squeezing my breast while a soft Ahhh escaped my mouth. I was not looking at his left hand in which there was his mobile. Suddenly there was a camera flash and I realized he had taken a picture of me while he was groping my breast. The flash brought me to my senses. He had taken a picture of me in such a state. He showed me the screen of his mobile. He had got my picture where my pallu was down and my blouse was exposed. There was a dumb look on my face while my left breast was being pressed. He gave me a wink and left. After he left I was still shocked by what had happened. I picked up my pallu and with my handkerchief cleaned the cum off my blouse and exited the toilet.

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Pravina IV

 
The next day I was very scared about going to college. I decided to wear a normal salwar kameez dress and I went to class and tried to act normal. But there was fear in me. I walked slowly in the afternoon to the 3rd year class. I entered and there were few students today. Many had bunked their classes. But sitting as always on the last bench was the Aslam. I started teaching and after some time gave them a problem to solve. Aslam raised his hand and called me over as he had a problem with the sum. As I went towards his desk there was a huge grin on his face. He turned his notebook toward me and I gasped. He had taken a color print of yesterday's photo and it was in his notebook. I was petrified. Looking at my reaction he smiled and said slowly “Thoda niche jhuko Madam. Thoda appke mamme dikhao.” (Bend down a little madam. Show me some boob). I looked around to see that there were few students in class and none were looking back. I bent a little forward on his desk looking at his notebook. Due to my bending down the top of my cleavage became exposed to him. A soft moan escaped his mouth “ Ahhhh...Kya mast mamme hai tere..Bhenchod....Kal puri raat ye photo ko dekh kar muth mari hai maine” (Ahhh....What tits you have bitch...I spent the last night jerking to these puppies). I was shocked by his crass and abusive language. No one had ever spoken to me like that in my life. I looked at him pleadingly and said, “ Please ye photo delete kardo. Ye kya kar rahe ho? Iski print kyu li? Pagal ho gaye ho kya?” ( Please delete this photo. Why have you taken the print of this? Have you gone mad.). He smiled at me. He was still looking intensely at my cleavage. My soft white boobs enclosed tightly in my bra. He was getting a good look at the upper milky white boobs. I doubt he heard a word that I said. He then took his pencil with his right hand and with the pointy end he touched my left breast over my kameez. He kept pointing it at my nipple and pressing it. He was smiling as he did this. His left hand went below the desk and I heard a zipping sound. This bastard must have taken his dick out. I saw his hand moving up and down and realized he must be jerking off. He had again started to moan softly. He looked at me and said, “ terko ye picture chahiye na? To aja mere side ko baith.” (You want this picture, right? Come here and sit next to me). Saying this he shifted to his left seat. I had no option so I stood up and walked to his seat. I saw that his cock was indeed out and he was jerking it. I was really shocked by this. He had no shame or fear. Exposing his erect cock out in class. And in the bright daylight, I really saw how big and black it was. It must have been 8 inches at least. “ Chal baith jaldi. Jyada time nahi hai. Bell bajne wali hai.”(Come sit quickly. We don’t have much time. The bell is going to ring), he hissed at me. I looked at him and then looked at the entire class. I saw that everyone was busy solving the problem and had their heads down and so I sat down next to him on his right. I took his notebook in front of me and bent my head down pretending to work at a problem in it. I looked down to see his throbbing cock in his hand. He was jerking it slowly and it was rock hard. I was shocked by his brazenness. He then took my left hand and brought it over to his crotch. He opened the palm of my hand and put it on his cock. He then closed his hand over mine. He then began slowly jerking it.
"Ahhhhh... Kya mast komal haath hai tere... " (What soft hands you have). He bent forward towards my ear and slowly began breathing in my ear and moaning softly. I was dumbfounded by this turn of events. Mh fist was closed on his cock. What surprised me was not only the length but also the thickness of his dick. It was pure muscle. I had let him lead me into this situation. Me a married woman, a teacher was allowing this to happen. Aslam took his right hand and put it on my thigh. He slowly began to caress my thigh over my salwar. His touch sent electric waves through my body. My pussy was becoming wet. I was now almost dripping in my panties. While all this was happening his left hand was directing my hand into jerking his cock. The situation I found myself in felt too unreal. Alsam then removed his left hand from mine. I was left there holding his cock in my hand." Chal madarchod. Hila mere lund ko jaldi. Ye kya khudse nahi galega." (Jerk my cock you bitch. do it quickly. It won't jerk itself) he said to me. I looked down at his strong big cock and started moving my hand over it. I held his large bulbous head in my grip and ran my thumb over it. This excited him like hell and with his free left hand, he grabbed my left breast. I gasped but he whispered. "Chp kar kutiya!! Jyada awaj mat kar varna log piche dekhenge. Jaldi se hila mera lund", (Shut up you bitch !!! Don't make a sound otherwise the other students might look back. Quickly jerk me off) he said to me. This was too much. With his right hand, he was caressing my thighs and with his left, he was groping my breast. His hand was covered by my pallu but still, if anyone looked in our direction I am sure they would have understood what was happening. This thought brought panic to my mind. I knew there was only one quick way out of this and so I started pumping his cock fast. I started to jerk his cock with speed. My hand almost became a blur. Aslam began tensing up. Squirming in his seat as he was now close to finishing. He left the groping of my breast and fondling my thighs and sat upright. I did not see what he was doing as I was looking down at his cock and jerking him furiously to end this ordeal. In the meantime he took his right hand back and placed it on my neck from behind. He grabbed my neck tightly from behind. He looked at me and said, "Chal randi ab tera mooh khol... " (Open your mouth whore). Before I could comprehend the meaning of his words he had grabbed my hair and pushed my head down on his lap in a swift motion. I opened my mouth in surprise but at that moment his cock entered my mouth. Almost half his dick was now in my mouth. He held my head tightly with both his hands and bent down and said, "Chup ho ja madarchod. Awaj mat kar" (Shut up bitch. Don't make a sound). This was the first time I had a cock in my mouth. I never gave blowjobs to Dev also. His cock smelled and tasted of piss. With my head in place and no further resistance from me, he started bucking his hips up in a thrusting motion. He was now humping my mouth. His cock was being pushed deeper into my throat. I could feel it hardening. I could taste the pre-cum. I knew he was going to cum in a matter of seconds and he meant to cum in my mouth. In one motion he pressed my head down and at the same time thrust his cock up deeper into my face and he began to cum. White gooey cum started to hit the back of my throat. He held my head in its place for close to 10 seconds all the while moaning, "Le bhenchod. Le mera lund. Pura le. Gira mat mera cum niche" (Take my dick you bitch. Take it all in. Don't spit my cum out). My mouth was filled with his cum as his cock started going limp. He let go of my head and I sat up straight I looked around and saw that everyone was still looking in their books solving their sums. His cum was still in my mouth and looking around and seeing no option I swallowed it. I took my pallu and with the edges wiped off the cum on my lips and straightened my hair. I got up and looked at Aslam his cock had gone limp and he was now putting it back in his pants. He looked at me and winked and blew me a kiss as he handed over the colour printout to me. I crumpled the page in my hands and slowly walked back to my desk and sat down. I could not believe what had just transpired. My mind was numb. The salty and smelly taste of Aslam’s cum lingered in my mouth. I drank some water to wash it down. The bell rang in 5 minutes and I was the first one out of the class. I rushed to the bathroom and went to the ladies' bathroom dumping the color printout into the dustbin. I rushed into the toilet stall and pulled my salwar and my panties down. I looked at my panty and was very surprised looking at how wet it was. It was as if I had almost pissed in them. 
     That night in bed Dev came near to me. He was feeling horny today after almost a fortnight. He took out his cock and put on his condom and started pumping his dick in me. I closed my eyes and Aslam’s face came before me. Dev bent forward and started kissing me. Smooching my lips and sucking on my tongue. The same lips and tongue which had serviced Aslam’s cock not 12 hours ago. I was starting to get wet thinking about this. A slight moan escaped my lips. I grabbed Dev’s buttocks with both hands so as to push him down on me further but he began grunting. The bastard had cum. He rolled over my body and went to the bathroom to clean himself up while as usual I was left to fend for myself.

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wow. gr8 start man. please continue

Thanks for your encouraging words. If you have any fantasies/ideas that I should write about then PM me.

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Excellent start man.

Thank you.

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Arun I

Hi. My name is Arun and I am a bad motherfucker. Perpetually horny. Sex is the only aim of my wife. I will be telling you about some of my tricks / deeds.

One of my tricks to fuck woman was impersonating a security officer officer. The main part is to choose the targets carefully. If you have a keen eye you will be able to find your targets. security officermen are figures of authority and their orders are followed. And almost everyone knows that you don’t mess around with them.  Many people are scared of them. A fake security officer ID will work wonders for you.  


I am currently in a tier 3 city and a conservative town in Maharashtra . I used to roam around the city looking for targets and one day I saw a lady. She was a Marwadi housewife by the looks of her saree. She had worn a red chiffon saree. She had fair skin and her hair was nicely tied back. She was pleasant to look at.  She was dropping her daughter to college. I followed her. After dropping her daughter she went to a nearby park, where she became busy with her mobile. She was there for nearly 3 hours after which she went back to college picked her daughter up and went back home. I followed her around for a couple of days and this was her routine. Everyday she would step out of her house dressed in a saree with her daughter. She would drop her at college at 9 and spend 3 hours in the park and return to the college to collect her daughter at 12 in the afternoon and then return home. I followed her husband one day and he was a businessman who ran a shop in the old city area. Everyday she used to sit in the park and spend all the time on her mobile. This aroused my curiosity. So one day I arrived at the park stealthily and observed her. Using my binoculars I focussed on her and saw that she was a lot of different stuff on her mobile. She was watching Facebook, Instagram and then porn . My eyes sparkled. This bitch was mine. The next day when she came to the park I approached her. Luckily she was engrossed in watching porn. I approached her and said, “Madam. Solapur security officer”. I showed her my fake ID and said, “ naam kya hai tumhara?” She was stunned looking at me. She fumbled her mobile which fell face down. “Apke against complaint hai. Aap yaha roj ate ho aur apne mobile pe blue film dekhti ho. Pichle hafte se dekh rahe hai aapko.” Saying this I picked up her phone and there was porn running on the screen. “Ye kya hai”, I screamed at her. “Please sir, sorry sir, Galti ho gayi.” “Galti!” I thundered. “Sali kutiya pichle hafte se tu yaha a rahi hai. Chalo mere sath security officer chowkey.” “Nahi sir. Please muje jane dijiye”, she begged with folded hands. “Ya to tum mere sath security officer chowkey aogi ya to mai tumhare ghar”. Saying that I turned and left with her mobile in my hand. She followed me begging. I exited the park with her and took her to my car. We both sat in my car.

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I turned on her mobile and went through her history. She was watching porn. Specifically interracial porn. She was watching a video of a blackman getting a blowjob. Most of her browsing history showed the same. Black men fucking white woman. “Saali rand. Ye kya hai. Shadishuda hoke bhi ek park me jake bluefilm dekhti hai. Tuj jaise randi ko to nanga karke sadak pe ghumana chaiye” I screamed at her raising my voice. “Sorry sir. Mai firse nahi karugi. Mere gharwale hai, meri 4 saal ki bacchii hai. Please muje maaf kar dijiye. Aap unke bare me sochiye”, she was begging me. “ Sali kutiya. Tune socha unke bare me ye sab karte hue”, I barked at her and started the car and stopped it at the nearest security officer chowkey which was 5 minutes away from the park, while all the time she was pleading with me to let her go. I turned to her and said, “dekh tere pass do option hai. Ya to chowkey chal jaha mai terko arrest karunga aur tere pati ko bulaunga ya phir dusra option. Tu mere sath hotel chal kuch ghanto ke liye. Tera choice hai. Chowkey ya hotel”. She began sobbing. “Jaldi bata kutiya”.” Hotel chaliye”, she whispered while sobbing. I drove the car to a nearby lodge. I was good friends with the lodge owner. His hotel was used for prostitution. She exited the car covering her head with her pallu and trying to hide her face. I took her in. Looking at her the lodge owner gave me a wink. I took her to a room and bolted the room.

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“Please mai jada der nahi rukh sakhti. Muje meri beti ko college se pickup karne jana hai 12 baje”. I looked at my watch it was 10. I had a full 2 hours to ravish this bitch. I asked her to stand. I now fully appreciated her beauty. She was stunning. She had wheatish complexion. A tight blouse covered her bosom. She was wrapped in a chiffon saree. I took out my mobile and stared video recording. She was dbangd in a light red chiffon saree. I took off her pallu and exposed her blouse. Her mangalsutra was dangling on her blouse. Her blouse was very tight. I started unbuttoning it. She started breathing heavily. As I opened her blouse her boobs enclosed in the bra sprang out. “Behenchod !!!”,I cried. This bitch was well endowed. She was wearing a Ill fitted bra which barely able to contain her tits in place. I took her boob out of the bra cup and it was huge. She was at least a 36D. Her nipples were erect. I bent down and started to suck and bite on it. She moaned. “Sail rand tu to garam ho gayi”. I played with her left nipple while my other hand groped her right boob. I was biting and twisting the nipple in my mouth. Her boobs were firm and tight. Her skin was wheatish but her boos were of a lighter colour. Due to my groping her right boob had become red. I leaned back and looked at her. It was a sight to behold. A marwadi housewife sitting in a shady lodge with me. Her blouse was undone. Her tits were exposed. Her left boob was covered with my saliva. Her right boob was red with my groping. Her mangalsutra dangling between her boobs. I smiled and held her throat my hand pulled her close to me and slapped her face. “Please muh pe mat mariye”, she begged. “Mujhe ghar jana hai”. “Thik hai”, I said. “Par tere boobey aur tari gand to koi ghar jake nahi dekhega na”, saying this I tightly slapped her boobs. She cried in agony. “Chup bhenchod. Tu randi hai. Tujhe randi ke jaise cohdunga.” 
I removed the rest of her saree and blouse. She was now topless and standing in front of me in a petticoat. I pulled her near me and began to wildly smooch her. I loosened her petticoat and it fell to her ankles. Only her panty remained. I pulled it down. There she was standing full naked in front of me. Just her mangalsutra dangling between her tits. I ws now too excited and needed some relief. I put my hands on her shoulder and forced her down. She was kneeling in front of me. My crotch was directly in her face. I looswned my belt and then removed my pants. I was standing in from of her in my underwear. Seeing the bulge in my undies her eyes grew wide. My hairy legs were just inches from her smooth flawless skin. I held her chin and made her look at me. “ utar randi”. Her bangles made a lovely sound as she moved her hand to the elastic of my underwear.  She gripped the fabric and pulled it down. My 8 inch black cock sprang out. She was shocked looking at my thick and long member. She was sweating heavily now. I pulled back the foreskin to reveal the bulbous pink head. I roughly held her hair and pulled her face near to me. She closed her eyes. “Apni akhein khol”. She opened them. “Bata. Tere pati ka lund kitna bada hai”. She took her index finger and touched ny dick below its halfway mark and I laughed, “sala chutiya”. I took my dick and pushed it towards her lips. “ Choos isko”.

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She almost threw up smelling the precum and the piss smell of the dick. But I held her head firm with my hand and guided my cock into her thick warm mouth. She was choking on it and releasing saliva on it. Her head was completely in my control. I took position and started fucking her mouth. I started to slowly hump her face going deeper and deeper. I was almost hitting the back of her throat which was making her gag. Her eyes were filled with tears. She clutched my hairy thighs for support. She was also opening her mouth wider and wider. I said to her, " dekh mere pass randi. Meri ankhon mein dekh."She looked up. I stared in her eyes while thrusting my cock deep in her mouth. All this excitement was too much to bear. Having a married woman on her knees in front of me while I fucked her mouth. I knew the inevitable was about to come. I clutched her hair tightly and began humping her mouth in earnest. My dick was in her mouth hitting her back throat and then it happened. I let out a loud grunt as I came in her mouth. I came for an eternity. My cum filled her mouth. Dripping down from her lips to her throat. I was exhausted. I took my dick out of her mouth. It was going limp. She had swallowed half the cum and the other half with her saliva was drooling down the corner of her mouth. There were tears in her eyes. For the first time she had given a blowjob and let someone cum in her mouth. I gave her a towel and asked her to clean-up, while I laid back on the bed exhausted.

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" Please Sir mujhe jane do." she begged. " chup sali", I barked at her. She had cleaned herself up and was starting to dress again. I took her saree from her hand and threw it away. I grabbed her by the hand and pushed her on the bed. I climbed on top of her. I lay on top of her and started smooching her. At the same time I was playing with her breasts. I was French kissing her, sucking on her tongue. I moved down. To her pussy. I spread her legs. It gave me access to her pussy. Her pussy lips were pink in colour. I parted them and inserted my middle finger inside her. She moaned.Ahhhhh... I felt her from the inside and she was hot and wet. The juices were dripping from her cunt. I bent down and started licking her pussy. I parted her lips and licked her vulva. At the same time I inserted a finger inside her. I was now licking and finger fucking her. She was now moaning loudly. She grabbed my hair with both her hands and was pushing me deeper. I now spread her pussy lips using both my hands. This exposed her G spot to me. It was small like a peanut. I bent down and licked it with the tip of my tongue. It was as if a electric current had passed through her whole body. She screamed, and grabbed my head tightly. I was now licking her nicely. And she was moaning and turning. Soon the first wave of her orgasm started. Her legs started shaking violently. And juices started squirting from her pussy. I let her go and she was thrashing on the bed as if she had a seizure for a minute. She laid there on the bed exhausted. It was the first real orgasm of her life. I gave her a water bottle and she drank it completely. I spoke to her. “Kaise laga?? Sach bata?”. She just smiled. "Tera pati terko thik se chodta nahin na??", I asked. "Wo kaam mein busy rehte." She replied. I then moved towards her and laid next to her and started kissing her. This time she was reciprocating. I said, "mera lund hila". She took my dick in her hand and started jerking it. It was slowly getting harder. All this while I was smooching her and pressing her boobs. Sucking on her tongue. Biting her lips softly. My dick was now hard again. I got on top of her.

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I took my dick and started slapping it on her boobs. I told her, "apne boobs ko pakad." She held them and pressed them together. I then put my dick in between and started to fuck her boobs. Oh fuck... They were soft and juicy. The top of my dick was hitting her lower chin. I humped her tits for another 2 minutes. I was now rock hard. I then stopped and moved down. No she moaned. "Kya hua? Chudna nahi kya", I said while I kept my dick on her pussy. "Sir. Please condom use karo", she whimpered. No I said. As I slowly rubbed her pussy lips with my dick. Please sir. She begged. "Mujhe tera jism ka andar se feel lena hai." I said. Bol dalu kya? I asked. She looked in my eyes and said Haan. I thrust my dick in her pussy and she again moaned loudly. Wow... What a feeling it was. Her pussy was tight and wet. I was slowly humping her. Taking my time with my thrusts. Her pussy was so good. As I started hitting her deeper she screamed loudly.. Ahhh. Bohot bada hai tumhara. Pura andar mat dalo. I smiled. Bent down and started kissing her. All the while I kept fucking her slowly. I then turned her around. Chal kutiya ban. She complied and was now on all fours. Her white ass was pointing out. I gave a couple of tight slaps to her ass cheeks to see them turn red. Then I grabbed her waist to steady her and thrust my dick in her pussy. Fucking her doggystyle was awesome. Also my dick was now going deeper. She was moaning and screaming with every stroke. I grabbed her hair and pulled them back. All the while fucking her and slapping her ass. I was fucking her like a common whore. Her ass had gone red with my slaps. The speed of my thrusts was increasing now. I was going to cum now. She also sensed this. She looked back and said sir. Please andar mat galna.. I was in a fucking trance and shouted Chup kar behenchod. She tried moving ahead but I was ready. I grabbed her by the waist with both my hands and kept her steady. I now thrust again deep in her with all my strength and exploded. A loud moan escaped from my lips as I began cumming inside her. I dumped all my load inside her. She had fallen down and I was now lying on top of her. My dick still in her pussy. I removed it from her pussy and there was a popping sound. As soon as I removed it my cum started dripping out of her pussy. Fuck. I was totally spent. I lied down beside her. She took a few minutes of rest then started cleaning herself up. I too did the same and we left the lodge. While going I went to pay the bill. The manager took me aside and said, “ bohot joron se chudayi chalu thi Sir. Bahar bhi avaj a raha tha. Hamein bhi ek chance milega kya is randi ke sath?”. I smiled and said, “ kal dono usko mil ke game bajayenge.”. She heard it and turned red. The manager waived off the bill while I dropped her back to her daughter’s college.

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Apologies for the delayed update.
Will be posting regularly now.
Will keep you guys updated.
There will be multiple POV chapters.

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If you want me to add pics then please say so. It will help with better imagination I guess.

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Swati and the shopkeepers

Swati had been married for seven years now. She was a 31-year-old housewife. She had one daughter. Her husband was a government official who would have to be on tours for his work. Due to this, she would often be at home alone with her daughter. She was currently felt very trapped in her marriage. Ever since her child was born her sex life with her husband had diminished. It seemed her husband had lost interest in having sex with her. Swati was by no means an ordinary-looking woman. She was very beautiful. She would often get stares from men when she would walk down the road. She also knew this. But she was a very conservative woman. Often stepping out of the house only in sarees and salwar kameez. But still, like every human, she had her needs and she wanted her husband to satisfy those. But on the days when her husband used to be home, he would always be tired. It had been almost 6 months now since she had sex. She confided this to her close friend who advised her to mix it up a little bit with her husband. Try something different. Maybe buy some new racy lingerie to spice up the bedroom. Swati thought it was worth a try so she decided to go to the market the next day.


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Ahmed was a young man in his mid 20’s. He used to run a lingerie shop in the old part of the city. A shop which he had inherited from his father who was no more. He hated this job. Sitting all day in a dusty old shop. The only good part of his job was that he had got to sell ladies' lingerie. Many times women came in his shop but seeing a man and that to a dirty-looking fella like him left. So then he had hired a female assistant. Ladies were usually comfortable with the female assistant. Sales were good. But Ahmed was not content. He had a horny and devious mind. There was a changing room in the shop. It was small and cramped. He had the renovation done of the shop and made it larger and more spacious. He had mirrors installed on all four sides and behind these mirrors, he had placed cameras. These were the top-of-the-line HD cameras that he had imported specifically for this purpose. The feed was connected to his PC. And Ahmed had endless material of ladies changing their dresses and trying on bras and panties in HD. He used to masturbate a couple of times a day watching the videos. All in all, life was good for Ahmed. Of all the ladies Ahmed had a fascination for the married ones. It was something that drove him crazy. Especially seeing their mangalsutras dangling in between their breasts would make him hard. Ahmed had a friend Sajid who ran an electronics shop next to his. They would often watch the videos together.

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That day Swati had gone to the market when she saw Ahmed’s shop. It looked like a decent shop from the outside so she went inside. As soon as she entered, she saw a man at the counter. There was no one else in the shop. The shop was well lit and there were brassieres and panties which were neatly stacked on racks. The shop looked good but there was something about the owner which gave her the creeps. He was a young man. Dark skinned, with a beard. He was looking at her with very lecherous eyes. She felt there was something wrong. But the shopkeeper had now gotten up from his seat and walked towards her.

Ahmed was getting bored in his shop as it was a weekday. Not many customers came to his shop on a weekday. So it was a surprise to him when Swati walked in. For a couple of minutes, he couldn’t believe it. A beauty had walked into his store. She was wearing an orange chiffon saree. She had fair milky white skin. Her hair was dark and silky. She had petite breasts. A slim figure. Her eyes were dusky. She was wearing red lipstick and had sindoor on her forehead. But the thing that made Ahmed’s cock twitch in his pants was the mangalsutra which she was wearing. He knew that today was going to be a special day. He got up from his seat and moved towards her.

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Swati saw that the shopkeeper was near her. He folded his hands and said,  “Namaste bhabhiji. Mera naam Ahmed hai. Welcome to my shop. Chaalis saal purani hai hamari dukan. Yaha apko sab type ke items milenge bhabhiji. Aur wo bhi best rate pe.” Swati was feeling uncomfortable buying lingerie from a man. So she said, “ Bhaiya koi ladies nahi hai kya?”. To this Ahmed replied, “ Bhabhiji meri female staff chutti pe hai aaj. Aap tension na lo. App dekh lijiye jo chahiye wo. Kuch lagta hai to mujhe boliye. Aur changing room waha hai. Jo chahiye wo app try kar sakti hai. Mai app ko disturb nahin karunga.” Saying this he went back to his seat. Swati felt a bit comfortable now. She began browsing the various racks where the bras were kept. She selected a couple of padded bras which were racy. She also saw that there were some silk panties which she had never tried. She selected one of those as she was feeling bold. She also selected an electric panty. She did not know what this was but she wanted to try something new. Ahmed saw from afar the selections that Swati had done. He smiled and was happy. He knew he was getting a show today. Swati went towards the changing room to try the selections. Ahmed’s cock was now twitching with excitement.

As Swati entered the changing room, she saw how spacious it was. She closed the door and saw that the room was beautifully lit. There were mirrors on all four sides. She saw herself in the mirror and thought why was her husband not interested in her. She needed to change this. She started to strip her saree. She removed her pallu and then removed her blouse. She was wearing a very old bra which had now turned gray. She removed this bra. Her milky white boobs came out. She took a new padded bra and tried it on. The bra was tight-fitting and it lifted up her boobs to give a nice shape. Swati then removed her saree. She removed her petticoat and kept it aside. She was wearing some old panties which she removed and tired on the new ones. The silk material of the panties felt wonderful against her skin. She stood there admiring her beauty in the mirror. Little did she know that someone else was watching her.

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After Swati entered the changing room Ahmed rushed to his PC which was kept near the counter. Ahmed was a very devious bastard. In the changing room he had installed a hidden camera. The best that money could buy. The camera was hidden behind the mirror which was a 2 way mirror. Watching unsuspecting ladies undress was his favourite pastime. He immediately switched on the camera and started recording and watching the live feed. Swati had entered the room and had locked it securely. She started undressing her saree. She removed her saree and neatly folded it. In the mean time Ahmed was stroking his dick. Swati then removed her blouse. She was wearing a very old white bra which had now become brown by repeated use. When she opened her bra Ahmed was really shocked. This bitch had the greatest tits he had ever seen. Perfect and round enclosed in her ill-fitting bra. Once out they defied gravity and were of a perfect shape. He had for the first time seen pink nipples on a lady. Oh how happy he was. Swati then removed her petticoat. Underneath she was wearing a brown panty which she removed. Swati was completely shaved. She had marvellous fair skin and even her crotch was shaved. Her pink pussy lips were inviting for a fuck. Swati then wore the panty and then the bra. Both felt amazing on her skin. She was standing there admiring her own reflection. She was thinking what if she wore this for her hubby tonight. How will he react? Will their dry spell finally end. She shifted sideways checking herself from all angles. Her husband should consider himself lucky she thought. Maybe tonight they will have sex after all. Just the thought of being with her husband was making her wet. Afterall, it had been a long time since she had been physically intimate with her husband. She was touching the panty checking the fabric and as her hand went near her crotch, she could feel the wetness inside her. All these thoughts had made her horny. She pushed aside the panty and started rubbing her clit. It had been a long time. Her pussy was really wet. She rubbed it for a short time but then remembered where she was. She decided to purchase the garments. All this while Ahmed was in shock. He was simply awestruck watching this entire scene happening in front of him. He decided then and there that he is going to fuck this bitch today.