[Hotguy143]

Title : Online cuckson - 3

after that sex session then next this story happened few months back .

My name is Jayan. I'm 20, and my mom My sexy mom Greeshma is 48. Everyone in our area treats her like a proper, respectable Nair aunty who does puja at 5 AM, speaks softly, and never shows even a hint of skin. She always dbangs her saree perfectly, pallu pinned tight, not even a centimeter of her soft, deep navel visible.

But no matter how modest my mom tries to be, her body betrays her: 36D heavy tits that strain against the blouse, a milky waist, and a 40-inch ass that jiggles and sways with every step. The saree cloth clings to her wide hips and the deep crack of her ass when she walks. I've had to tell her to adjust it a couple of times so other guys would stop looking. She smells like coconut oil, sweat, and gulf perfume.

My father is abroad and rarely comes home, only sending money. So I have to accompany her to weddings.
After the wedding reception, Mom looked at me with that tired, innocent smile. "Auto or bus, Jayan?"
Because of what happened last time with an auto driver, I said bus. Big fucking mistake.

A crowded KSRTC bus arrived in five minutes. Mom got in through the front. I had to squeeze in from the rear door. Sweaty labourers' bodies, cheap perfume, and the stink of heat filled the air. I tried pushing toward the middle, but a gang of college boys blocked me, reeking of cigarettes. Behind me, drunk old men were laughing loudly, their hot breath on my neck.

I could see Mom clearly. She was holding the overhead rail with one hand, trying to balance. Her big breasts inside the blouse were pressed against the pole, the fabric already damp with sweat, dark patches forming under her arms and between her tits. The saree hugged her ass too tightly from behind. I really wanted to go near her and tell her to adjust it.

At the next stop, a massive wave of people shoved in. The college boys shifted and I finally slipped through, getting closer to her. But right then, a short, bulky, dark-skinned labourer in his mid-30s pushed through everyone until he was right behind the women. Unfortunately, he ended up directly behind my mom.

His face was almost in her hair. His crotch was exactly level with her round ass. The crowd kept pushing from behind, and I knew it was going to get worse, but not like what happened next:
The bus jerked forward and my crotch slammed into a metal pole at the same time. I screamed "fuck" internally. While I held my shriveled penis over my pants in pain, I looked at my mother and saw something even more painful.

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[Hotguy143]

Title : Online cuckson - 4

The bus jerked forward and that dark, sweaty labourer didn't even pretend to be innocent. He planted his fat bulge right into the deep valley of Sexy my mom's saree-covered ass, slowly using the movement of the bus as cover. I watched in sick horror as his thick, dark cock head (clearly outlined through his lungi) nestled between her massive cheeks like it belonged there.

Sexy my mom stiffened. Her knuckles went white on the overhead rail. For a second her eyes widened in shock, those innocent lips parting. Then her eyelids fluttered as he gave a slow, deliberate hump, dragging his hard meat up and down the crack of her ass. The thin white saree material was so fucking tight I could see the shape of her asscheeks spreading around his bulge.

She didn't scream. She didn't pull away. She just breathed heavier, her huge tits rising and falling, sweat making the blouse translucent enough that her dark areolas were slightly starting to show through.

When the bus got moving normally, I saw his bulge emerge from my mother's ass. I could clearly see his thick cock head outlining his lungi. It was throbbing. It got worse when he made eye contact with me, somehow figuring out it was my mother's ass he was rubbing on. He grinned a little and looked outside.

While the pain in my penis subsided, I could hear the college boys murmuring:
"Aa vella saree udutha charrakk kando?"
(Do you see that whore in the white saree?)
One of the boys with a nicotine-stained tongue said to the other.

I was enraged. I knew he was talking about my sexy my mom because she was the only one in a white saree. I wanted to punch that guy and beat him up in front of my sexy my mom, but something in my cock twitched when I heard his friend's response:
Avalde kundi keri pidichalo?"
(Wanna grab a handful of her ass?)

I was shook. Here I was, my cock in slight pain while watching someone rub his dirty cock against my sexy my mom's ass, listening to those boys talk about grabbing a handful of the same ass. This shouldn't turn me on... but fuck, why was my cock twitching?
Next stop. More people, no one getting off.

The bus lurched to a halt and fresh bodies poured in like cattle. The crowd crushed tighter, forcing me closer to Sexy my mom but still two bodies away. That dark, sweaty labourer didn't move an inch. If anything, he glued himself harder behind her, his thick bulge now nestled deep between her massive 40-inch asscheeks like it owned her.

Sexy my mom's breathing had changed. Those heavy 38D tits rose and fell faster under the damp blouse, the thin white fabric sticking to her sweat-slick skin. Her dark, fat nipples were starting to poke visibly against the wet cloth. She kept her innocent face turned slightly away, staring out the window like nothing was happening, but her wide hips gave the tiniest, involuntary twitch every time the bus swayed.

The labourer felt it. He grinned again, eyes half-lidded, and rolled his hips in a slow, filthy grind. I watched his fat, dark cockhead drag upward through the thin saree, splitting her deep asscrack, then press down hard so the outline of her plump pussy lips briefly showed through the stretched material. The coconut oil and sweat smell from her body mixed with his cheap beedi stink.

One of his rough black hands was on the overhead bar right next to hers, his thick fingers brushing her soft wrist. The other hand stayed low, adjusting his lungi and leaking cock, "steadying" himself on her milky waist. His palm was on her hip, I'm sure some of his precum mixed with her sweat there. His thumb pressed into the side of her deep navel through the saree, squeezing the soft flesh.

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[Hotguy143]

Title : Online cuckold son - 5

My cock was fully hard now, aching against my pants and crushing itself against the steel pole every once in a while. I hated it. I hated how my respectable mom was letting this low-class bastard use her fat ass like a cheap whore in public. But I couldn't stop staring. The college boys had pushed nearer too. One of them, tall and skinny with a cigarette pack in his pocket, openly stared at Mom's jiggling tits.

"Fuck man, look at those melons bouncing," he muttered just loud enough for me to hear. "That aunty's blouse is about to tear." His friend laughed low. "Her kundi is getting a proper massage from that guy. See how she's standing with legs slightly apart? Vedi aanu, da. (She's a slut, man.)"

Mom heard them. Her cheeks flushed dark red, but she only bit her lower lip and shifted her weight. That small movement pushed her huge ass back firmer into the labourer's crotch. He took full advantage, giving a slow, deliberate thrust, humping her properly now, his lungi-covered cock sliding up and down the entire length of her crack. I could see the wet patch forming on her white saree where his precum was leaking through.

The bus took a sharp turn. Everyone swayed hard. The bastard used it perfectly. He grabbed my mom's fleshy hip with one hand and ground his thick bulge right against her pussy from behind, pressing the saree deep between her thighs. For a second her eyes fluttered shut and a tiny, helpless whimper escaped her soft lips.

I was close enough now to smell her. That coconut oil, sweat, and gulf perfume now mixed with pure steamy arousal. Her pallu had slipped just a little at the side, revealing one inch of her creamy waist and the deep, sweaty navel she never let any other man see.

The labourer noticed me watching again. This time he didn't grin. He just stared straight into my eyes, slowly dragged his bulge out of her asscrack, and then deliberately pushed it back in deeper, folding the saree into her crack so the shape of her fat ass was completely outlined for anyone looking, all while staring straight at me.

Mom was sweating profusely. Her thighs pressed together. She was breathing through her mouth now, those innocent Nair aunty lips parted, a thin sheen of sweat on her upper lip.

The college boys were whispering filthier things.
"Imagine sucking on those black nipples..."
"Bet her pussy is dripping down her thighs already..."
"Bro, is that her son standing there?"

My own cock was leaking in my pants. I wanted to drag her away. I wanted to punch that dark bastard. But mostly I wanted to keep watching what would happen when the next big bump came.

The bus groaned forward again, engine rumbling as it picked up speed on the highway. The crowd surged with the motion, smashing everyone tighter together. I was now only one sweaty body away from Mom, close enough to see the droplets of sweat sliding down her neck and disappearing into the deep cleavage.

The dark labourer had both hands on her now. One dark, thick, calloused palm stayed planted on her milky waist, fingers digging into the white flesh while his thumb kept circling the edge of her hidden navel through the thin saree. His other hand "slipped" lower, openly cupping the lower swell of her massive ass cheek like he was steadying himself. He squeezed. Hard. The white fabric sank deep between her cheeks under his grip.

Mom's breath hitched. Her soft, innocent lips stayed parted as he rolled his fat, lungi-covered cockhead up and down her crack in long, deliberate strokes. The wet patch on her saree had grown darker, spreading. Whether it was his precum or hers, I couldn't tell anymore. Probably both.

She didn't remove his hand. She just stood there, respectable face burning with shame, breathing heavier while this low-class bastard used her fat ass like it was his personal fucktoy. I hated it all.

"Ente ponnu mone..." one of the college boys whispered behind me, voice thick with lust. "Avalude blouse-il ninnu nipples kanunnu. Parich edukan kollam." (Her nipples are visible through the blouse. Looks like we can just pluck them.)
Another one chuckled. "That dark fucker is lucky. I'd pay to grind on that big white ass for five minutes." Their words made my cock throb painfully hard. I was leaking steadily now, a wet spot forming in my own pants. I hated how turned on I was watching my own mother get humiliated in public.

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[Hotguy143]

title : online cuckold son - 6

The labourer grew bolder with the next sharp turn. He pulled My Sexy mom's hips back against him with both hands and gave a slow, powerful hump, practically dry-fucking her ass now. His thick dark meat dragged right over her pussy from behind, pressing the saree deep between her plump lips. I saw her thick thighs tremble. A tiny, helpless "mmh..." escaped her throat, so soft only I and the bastard behind her could have heard it.

Her pallu had slipped more. Two full inches of her creamy, sweat-glistening waist were visible now, that deep navel shiny and inviting. The labourer didn't waste it. His rough fingers traced the edge of her navel, then boldly dipped inside for a second, twisting slowly like he was fingering it. My Sexy mom's hand shivered on the rail.

He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear, and I heard him whisper something in crude Malayalam. I couldn't catch all of it, but I heard "kunna" (cock) and "pundachi" (prostitute) clearly enough. My Sexy mom's ears turned red, but her ass pushed back against his bulge in response, almost imperceptibly.

The college boys noticed everything. "Fuck, she's enjoying it," one breathed. "Look at her pushing that fat ass back on him. Proper bus slut, right bro?" The sharp stink of the labourer's precum-soaked lungi and the unmistakable musky scent of her wet pussy leaking through the saree reached my nose. Another big speed-breaker was coming up ahead. The bus driver never slowed down for them.
The labourer felt it too. He adjusted his stance, spread his legs a little wider, and gripped my mother's wide hips with both strong hands, positioning his throbbing bulge right against her soaked cunt from behind like he was about to mount her properly when the bus hit the bump.

The bus hit the big speed-breaker hard. Everyone lurched forward violently. The dark labourer used it as a gift from god. He yanked My Sexy mom's wide hips back with both rough hands and thrust forward at the same time. His thick, lungi-covered cock slammed right between her thighs from behind, grinding hard against her soaked pussy through the thin white saree. The fabric sank deep between her plump cunt lips. I saw the obscene outline of her fat pussy clearly molded around his fat dark meat.

My Sexy mom's eyes rolled back for a second. A low, shaky "Aaaahh..." slipped from her innocent lips before she could bite it down. Her dark, thick nipples were rock hard and clearly visible, poking like two shameless bullets. He didn't stop. As the bus steadied, he kept her pulled back against him and started humping my respectable Nair my Sexy mom's cunt from behind like a street bitch. The wet patch on her saree grew darker and bigger, her juices mixing with his leaking precum, turning the white cloth almost transparent over her ass and pussy.
One of the college boys whistled low. "Bro, she's getting fucked standing."

That broke the last bit of restraint. The labourer grinned at me, then boldly slid one hand under My Sexy mom's pallu and shoved it inside her saree. His thick black fingers disappeared under the fabric and found her bare, sweaty waist. He squeezed her soft flesh hard, then moved lower. I watched his arm flex as he pushed two rough fingers straight into her dripping pussy from behind, saree still between them, finger-fucking her openly in the crowded bus.

My Sexy mom's thighs trembled badly. Her mouth hung open, breathing like a whore, sweat pouring down her neck into her deep cleavage. She tried to keep her "respectable" face, but her hips were rolling back onto his invading fingers on their own.


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[Hotguy143]

Title : online cuckold son - Final

The college boys moved in. The tall one with the cigarette pack pressed against her side, openly grabbing one heavy tit through the blouse and squeezing it hard. "How are you, aunty?" he groaned, pinching her fat nipple and twisting it. The second boy reached from the other side and mauled her other breast, pulling the pallu completely off her shoulder. Her deep, sweaty navel and soft belly were now fully exposed to half the bus.

I was frozen, cock throbbing painfully, leaking like a tap. The labourer pulled his fingers out, yanked his lungi aside, and pulled his cock out--thick, dark, veiny, uncut, and dripping. Without any shame he rubbed the fat naked cockhead up and down Mom's soaked saree-covered slit, then pushed the cloth aside with his fingers and pressed his bare cock against her Nair pussy.

One hard thrust and half his thick meat disappeared inside my mother's cunt in the middle of the crowded KSRTC bus.
Mom moaned loudly. A proper slutty moan that made heads turn. "Uhhh... ayyo... aaahh..." she whimpered, but her ass pushed back greedily, swallowing more of his dirty labourer cock.

He started fucking her properly, long, deep strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her thighs. Her massive asscheeks rippled with every thrust. The college boys held her up, one sucking on her exposed nipple through the wet blouse, the other squeezing and slapping her tits while whispering filthy shit in her ear.

She came hard within a minute. Her whole body shook, eyes rolled back, soft respectable mouth open in a silent scream as her pussy clenched around that low-class cock. Fresh juices ran down her thick thighs. Mom's body jerked with every spurt as another small orgasm ripped through her while she felt him empty inside her.

He stayed inside her for a long minute, grinding slowly, making sure every drop stayed deep. When he finally pulled out, a thick string of cum stretched from his cock to her gaping pussy before breaking and dripping down her saree.
The college boys didn't waste time.

The tall skinny one with the cigarette pack moved first. He bent my mom down and turned her face toward him, pallu completely off her shoulders now. He rubbed his hard cock over her soft cheek, smearing precum across her innocent lips.
"Open your mouth, aunty," he whispered.

Mom hesitated for just a second, eyes glassy with shame and lust. Then her plump lips parted. He pushed the head of his cock inside slowly, letting her taste him. She closed her eyes and started sucking slowly. Hesitant at first, then deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she took more of his length. The wet, obscene sucking sounds mixed with the bus noise.

While she bobbed on his cock, the second college boy lifted one of her thick legs slightly, pushed her saree higher, and slid his own cock into her freshly creampied pussy. He fucked her with long, lazy strokes, pushing the labourer's cum deeper with every thrust while she moaned around the dick in her mouth.

The tall boy grabbed her hair and started face-fucking her properly, pushing deeper until she gagged softly, spit dripping down her chin onto her heaving tits. "Good slut... suck it like that," he groaned. They took turns after that.
She came again and again, once while choking on a cock, another time when two of them sucked her nipples at the same time while fingering her cum-filled cunt. I just stood there watching my modest, puja-doing mom get used like the biggest bus slut, my own cock shooting hands-free in my pants.

We finally got down at our stop two hours later. Cum stains covered the back of her saree, her pallu barely covering her bitten and sucked tits, fresh loads still leaking down her inner thighs. She walked slowly, legs shaky, but held my arm like the innocent mother everyone knew.

At home she took a long bath without saying a word. That night, while I jerked off remembering everything, she came into my room wearing only a thin nightie, no bra, nipples still swollen. She looked at me with those same soft eyes, cheeks flushed.
"Tomorrow there's another wedding function, Amal," she whispered, voice husky. "We should take the bus again... it's cheaper."

She smiled shyly, turned around, and walked out, her ass swaying, already knowing exactly what kind of mother she had become. And she knew I would never stop her.

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Title : Andra Couple first time Cuckold fantasy - 1

I met a couple on this site. They are 37 and 32 years old. They are Telugu by origin, but they are currently living in Tamil Nadu. Her name is Nalini age 32 chubby white color body damn sexy ass shape .  They have a sex desire already I have fucked one time then this is second session fucking meet at pub party . She wants the place to have a pub-like atmosphere—somewhat public, but with the room kept mostly dark and only a few lights, creating a dimly lit ambiance. She wants someone to dance with her that guy must gym body he fuck her like mad rough sex front of husband . so read it story how happened like that .

They started their journey by car. She looked over at her husband. The lights of the oncoming cars briefly illuminated his face before plunging him back into darkness. She observed his finger tapping on the top of the steering wheel, his knuckles not exactly white, but getting there.

"Relax, baby. Yes, I'm sure." She reached over and patted his thigh. He'd worn his best dark slacks that hugged his body, showing off his trim physique. The dark blue dress shirt and cufflinks, with his black leather shoes capped off the outfit, making him look even more handsome than usual. "We don't have to do anything." He turned to look at her as the lights flickered over him. She saw the concern in his eyes, and it warmed her heart.

"I know that, silly." She grinned at him, then flipped her long, brunette hair over her shoulder. "We talked about this. Several times, if you remember." She raised her eyebrows at him. Nodding, he turned back to the road, his head craning to read the sign for the upcoming exit. He sighed. "Okay. I just don't want you to feel... I don't know. Pressured?" He shrugged.

"Look, neither of us really know what to expect at this place. Let's go, have some drinks. Sue told us there's dancing, and that's always loads of fun." She rubbed his thigh, her hand moving up and over his crotch.
He glanced over at her, one side of his lips raised in a half smile.

"And then maybe we'll wander around, get the feel of the place. See what it's like when they do... that."
"Alright," he said as he exhaled loudly, the tension draining out of him. "That sounds like a plan."
She moved her fingers around his flaccid cock. "Who knows? Maybe you'll find some big-titted blonde, and I'll find myself all alone while you're off fucking her."

He chuckled. "That'll be the day." He turned and looked at her, taking in her striking looks. Silky brown hair fell between her shoulders, framing her elfin face with dark green eyes and ruby red lips. His eyes quickly traced down over her breasts before turning back to the road.

"Do you think this is too much?" She tugged at her short red dress that rode up several inches above her knees. It wrapped around, with one thin string of fabric that she tied in a bow, holding it together. One tug and she'd show everyone what he saw every day.

Her boobs were works of art. Larger than a handful, they fit her body to perfection. Firm enough to not flop around obscenely when she went without a bra like she had this night.

"No, my love. You are incredibly beautiful. That dress fits you perfectly."
"Is it dangerous?"
His eyebrows rose. "Dangerous?"
"Yeah, silly. How many times did you walk by and untie it and I didn't even know?"
He laughed, then nodded. "Well, if we're out there dancing and you feel a draft, check the knot."
She squeezed his stiffening cock, making him jump. "Hey!"
"Careful, buster! You better hope no one unties me."
"Well, we are going to a sex club. That'd be the place for it, I guess." He grinned over at her, then turned back to the road.

"You're so bad! I've only got my thong on under this." She shook her head and looked out the side window. "We're way out there, huh?"
He nodded. "Yeah, it's about thirty miles out of town. We get off on the next exit."

They took the off-ramp, then followed a dark country road a few more miles before turning into a driveway that had two stone lions on either side. "This must be the place." They both looked through the windshield at the brightly lit mansion that came into view as they rounded the last turn in the driveway.

Pulling up, a sharply dressed valet welcomed them, and Pavan showed him their invitation. He pointed the way, then got in their car and drove away. Nalini put her arm through her husband's as he led her up the wide stone stairs toward the tall, ornate wooden doors. It opened as they approached and the sound of loud, thumping music spilled out into the still night.

They paused at the door, looking around, and then Nalini tugged at his arm. "Come on, it'll be fun. Look at this place!"
He took a deep breath, then stepped over the entrance into a wide foyer. It arched high overhead, and through a broad arch in front of them, they could see a smoky dancefloor with turning lights that pulsed to the strong, pounding music.
Stopping by an ornate desk, they checked in and provided their information and invitation. After a moment, the clerk welcomed them and gave them an overview of the club, then wished them a wonderful evening.

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[Hotguy143]

                               Title :  Lady constable fucked with me - 1

I met someone who shared his desires with me. How I met her and what happened between us—read the story to find out. His name is Ganesh He is 40 . and her name is Vaishnavi. She is 32 years old and extremely beautiful. She works as a constable in the security officer department.

It took me a long time to finally meet her, but eventually, the meeting was a success. ( with husband support )
I’ll tell you the whole story in her own words. Read it and enjoy .

I am a security officer head constable Vaishnavi. My husband’s name is Krishnan. He is an insurance agent. I have a son, Surya. He is doing his bachelor’s degree in a nearby college. I was a traditionalist woman until this happened in my life. Let me start the story.

    (  The reason I had to be so forceful was that she liked it that way. She had a particular fantasy, and that’s why I did it that way. )

                                                 *******

One day I came home after long hours of duty. I found my son with contusions and cuts all over his face. He was crying. I was dismayed by seeing him like that. My husband was cleaning my son’s wounds with a cotton sponge. On seeing me enter the house, my son started shouting,

“Mum, Mahesh thrashed me in the playground”.

I got enraged hearing that. “Where is this bastard’s house?” I asked furiously.
My husband told me Mahesh’s whereabouts. He said, “Honey, you go and ask him to leave our son alone”.

I rode my scooty to his house. I was in my khaki uniform. As soon as I reached his house, I parked the scooty and walked towards the door. Before I press the calling bell, a fine-looking boy in his twenties opened the door. “Come in, madam,” he said with a mannish voice.

I was very angry until I saw him. He had a pair of dark brown magnetic eyes which I cannot see directly. His face was covered with an evenly grown thick beard. He was lean as well as athletic. He had a body of a boxer in a lightweight category. He was neither tall nor short, it was the perfect height as I would say. He had a macho body language.

I stood there frozen for a second. And suddenly, I regained my senses. After removing my boots, I walked into his house without saying anything. He closed the door and followed me.

Me: Do you know why I am here?

Mahesh: Did Gopal father gave a complaint or something?

Me: Actually no, I am Gopal mother.

Mahesh: I didn’t know that Surya had such a hot mother.

(I started to blush and smiled a little.)

Me: Where is your mom, I need to talk to her?

Mahesh: I am afraid that my parents won’t be here until tomorrow morning.

Me: Ok. Let me come to the point..(before finishing my sentence, he intervenes.)

Mahesh: Do you want a cup of coffee or something?

Me: I didn’t come here for coffee.

Mahesh: Then why are you here, aunty?

(I gained all my confidence and started to talk.)

Me: I am here to warn you that if you don’t stop bullying my son, you will have to face serious consequences.
Mahesh: You and I both know why I bully your son. He is a weakling, a crybaby. It is natural for the stronger to prey on the weaker.

Me: How dare you? (I slapped him!)

Mahesh (comes closer to me): I always like ascendant women like you. Enough talking about your son, let’s talk about your husband, darling.

(I raised my hand to slap him again but this time he held my hand.)

Mahesh: I know your husband is a wimp. That’s why you are here to confront me. He is not even a man to face me. I know you are dying for a real man inside.

Me: That’s not true, you prick. (I tried hard to free my hand from his hand.)

Mahesh: Darling, you are a terrible actor. I can tell by your face that you need a real man to tame you.
Me: You are holding the hand of a security officer officer against her will. You can go to jail for this, are you aware of that?
Mahesh: Come on, I am not holding your hand against your will. This is what you desire, darling – a manly touch. (he let my hand go free.)

Me: I can arrest you for what you have done. But I don’t want to spoil a boy’s life. Stop bullying my son and I will forgive you.

Mahesh: Farling, I am going to touch your breasts and I am 100% confident that you are not going to stop me from doing it. (Saying that, he put his hand on my breast over my uniform and started cupping it).

Me: Take your hand off my breast (I said it in a smothered voice).

I was slowly giving myself into his touch. My primal urges started to take control of me. He knew very well how to handle a woman’s breast.

Mahesh: So, why are you not taking my hands off your body? Your hands are free now.

I didn’t say anything.

Mahesh (taking his hand off my breast): I will not touch you unless you ask for it).

My pussy started to moisten. I wanted his touch badly. I wanted him to satisfy me. I was decent looking woman. I had 34D size breasts with equally gigantic buttocks. I had blubbery belly hid under my tight uniform.




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                   Title :  Lady constable fucked with me – 2

My plump cheeks were full of pimple scars and I had a grey and black ponytail till my shoulders. My silver nose piercing was right next to a mole in my face. Many of my senior officers longed for me. I never entertained them. But this was different. I was feeling like a teenage girl falling in love for the first time.

Me: I want your fingers to caress me. (I muttered)

Mahesh :What? Say that looking into my eyes.

Me: I want you to run your hands all over my body (I burst out) looking straight into his eyes.

He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me towards him.

Mahesh :I am going to make you whine like a whore. Your son needs a real man as a father. I will father him.
On saying that, he placed his lips over my lips. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue into my mouth. His tongue explored my mouth. I hugged him tightly.

He took his hands and snatched my buns. He started pressing it vigorously. Both of our bodies were melting onto each other. We both started to interchange our saliva.

Mahesh : moved his head apart to broke the kiss. A cord of saliva connecting his lips with my lips broke as he moved his head away from mine. He took his hands and started unbuttoning my khaki shirt. And soon, I was in my black shimmy (camisole). My red bra strap was visible now.

In a blink of an eye, he removed my shimmy. He kissed on my bosoms over my bra. My erect nipple was ready to pierce through my bra. His hands slowly reached for my bra hooks. Soon my bra fell on the floor.

Now, I was In front of him wearing only pants. He buried his head in between my both boobs and started to rub his face there. I felt his beard brushing against my boobs. His hands were pinching and twisting my nipples. A blasting moan came out of my mouth.

My hands reached his pants and unbuttoned his jeans. He was wearing black trunks. I pulled down his trunks till his knees to release his python free. It was a cleanly shaved and circumcised penis. It was about the size of a pornstar’s tool. It had a dark pink glans.

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Lady constable fucked with me - final

I knelt down before him and kissed over his balls. He took his cock and rubbed it over my lips. His precum was now moisturizing my dried lips. I opened my mouth to take his cock rod inside. It was much bigger than I thought. It was twice the size of my husband’s cock.

He slowly started to piston my mouth with his rod. It reached my throat. My tongue coiled around his cock. Meanwhile, I was massaging his balls with my both hands. He started emitting a tacit moan. He mouthfucked me for about 10 minutes.

My jaws started to ache. I signalled him to stop. He took his cock out of my mouth. He still didn’t cum. His cock was now harder than ever. He now undressed himself and stood nude in front of me. I was standing semi-naked in front of him.

He took his hand and begin removing my pants. I helped him a little to remove my pants. Now he could see my brown panties drenched in my vaginal fluids. He slid two of his fingers into my panties and begin rubbing it. I was in paradise and started to moan.

Then he took his fingers out of my panties and started licking it. Shortly after that, he removed my panties too. I couldn’t believe that I was standing nude in front of my son’s bully waiting to be fucked by him. I used to keep my privates clean. My red swollen pussy lips were dripping my vaginal honey on the floor.
He made me turn and started spanking my ass. I was moaning out of pain and pleasure.

mahesh : From now on, you should not have sex with your husband. Your pussy belongs to me. You are exclusively mine.

Me: I am only for you, baby. I am your whore.

mahesh : You should tell our little dirty secret to your husband. If he is not happy with our relationship then, you should leave him.

Me: Yes, I will leave him. I will do anything for you.

My son’s bully made me lie on the floor. He positioned himself over me and started to rub his penis over my vaginal lips. I outspread my legs as far as I could. A slow moan came out of my mouth.

All of a sudden, he inserted his penis into my pussy. “AHHHHHH  ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhahhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ” came out of my mouth. He began ramming my pussy. The liquids from my pussy started flowing like a river. I was in a euphoric state.

His thrusts began increasing in pace. Our moans echoed everywhere inside the house. He fucked me in the high tempo for about twenty minutes. Then he withdrew his penis out.

He took a cushion from the sofa and placed it under my butt. Now my pussy was several degrees steeper to his penis. He inserted his penis inside me again but, this time my son’s bully rammed my pussy slower. His penis reached the deepest corners of my pussy. It stretched my pussy to its limits. I had never been fucked like this before. His penis touched my cervix. A pulse passed through my whole body and made it shiver. I could also feel his muscles tightening.

I buried my nails on his back. We both looked into each other’s eyes. We both had an orgasm. My vagina erupted like a volcano. Several ounces of vaginal syrup oozed out of my womanhood. My son’s bully shot his warm watery cream inside my vagina. We both lay on the floor nude, breathing heavily for a few minutes.

Then my mobile phone started to ring. The call was from my son. It had been almost three hours after I left home. I attended the phone and said, “Mom is coming home, honey”. I came back to my senses.

I got dressed and left the place. I rode my scooty back to my house. When I reached my house, my son asked me, “what did you do to him, mom?”. I replied to him, “He’s been taken care of, honey”.
Then I went into the bathroom to take a bath. When I opened my pussy lips to clean, a few drops of his cream came out.

I could feel my hips hurt a little. When I went to sleep that night, my guilt of cheating my husband was subdued by the temptation of getting fucked by Mahesh again. He used me like slut ... with his friends also .

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Title : Can you Bang my wife in 3some sex – 1

I received a message from a man named Ravinder Reddy he is 37 aged who lives in Andhra Pradesh. He told me that he had a rather unusual request. He had contacted me through Telegram and then shared his strange wish with me. He requested me sir can you Bang my wife you and your friend if possible . I can arrange for this group sex meeting or 3 some sex meeting in goa . I can arrange everything he said .

I said yes sure I can support you I said like that ...

My wife and I had been craving something wild, something that would set our love life on fire. Goa had been whispering sweet promises of kinky adventures, and we were eager to let it seduce us. We checked into a resort that promised to cater to our every whim, a place where the walls had seen more than their fair share of passionate escapades.

After a long day of playing in the salty waves, we returned to our suite, buzzing with excitement. My wife disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me to finalize our little plan. I stepped out, feeling the cool evening air kiss my skin as I ventured into the night. It didn't take long before I found the club where desires were traded like currency. I met a man, a stud, whose muscles rippled with every movement, and his eyes gleamed with the kind of hunger that matched my own. I laid out our desires and he promised to bring two more like him to our room.

I hurried back to the resort, heart racing like a wild stallion. I picked up a scrap of red lingerie, something that would make my wife's curves look like a sculpture of pure lust. When she emerged from the bathroom, I handed it to her with a knowing smile. She slipped into the sheer fabric, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Then, as if on cue, the doorbell chimed, and I knew our night was about to begin.

Three studs stood before me, their smiles hungry and their eyes devouring the sight of my wife in her crimson attire. They stepped into the room, and I could feel the tension coil around us like a serpent ready to strike. We shared a few laughs and sipped on beers, the anticipation building like a crescendo. Ready, baby?" I whispered, my hand brushing against her cheek. She nodded, her breath hitching as she understood what was about to happen. I guided her to the center of the room, my hands trembling slightly with excitement.

 I attached the handcuffs to her wrists and secured them to a hook above the door. The first stud stepped forward, a whipping flogger in hand. He began to paint strokes of pain and pleasure across her body, starting with her back, moving down to her round, firm ass. She moaned, her body arching into the sensation.

"Harder?" he asked, and she nodded eagerly. He obliged, each strike leaving a pink welt on her alabaster skin. Another stud approached, slapping a slapper against his palm, the sound echoing through the room. He took aim at her nipples, watching them tighten and peak with each hit. The third stud hovered, his cock thickening with every moan that spilled from her lips.
The air grew heavy with lust as the first stud passed the flogger to the second, his eyes never leaving my wife's bouncing breasts. The new wielder took over, his strokes more forceful, more demanding. She gasped, her body a symphony of pain and pleasure. The slaps grew more insistent, the slapper leaving a rosy blush across her flesh.

"Please," she whimpered, and I knew she was ready. "Tie me to the bed," she said, her desire spiraling out of control. They complied, laying her face down on the soft mattress, her wrists and ankles secured. The first stud knelt between her legs, his cock thick and eager. He began to rub it against her ass, teasing her, building her anticipation.

The second stud took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on the tight bud of her anus. "Such a pretty little hole," he said, and I watched as he slicked it with lubricant. Then, with one swift thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her. My wife's eyes widened, and she let out a guttural cry that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't resist anymore; I had to join them.

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Title : Can you bang my wife in 3some sex – 2

The studs took turns filling her, each one taking their time, savoring every inch of her tight, welcoming body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her gasps and moans. I picked up the flogger again, eager to feel the power it brought.

Her pussy was so wet, so open, begging for more. I started slow, my strokes gentle at first, building a rhythm that matched the pounding of their cocks. "More," she breathed, and I complied, the leather biting into her tender flesh. The studs took notice, their pace quickening, their eyes locked on the show I was putting on.

Her body was a canvas of pleasure, painted with sweat and desire. The slaps grew harder, the bell on her nipple chiming with every thrust. It was a symphony of sensation, a masterpiece of passion and lust. Then, she looked at me, her eyes glazed with need. "Take me," she mouthed, and I knew it was my turn. I claimed her, my cock sliding into her slick warmth, her walls clenching around me. The studs didn't stop, they just moved aside, making room for me to be part of the symphony.

We switched positions, her legs over my shoulders, her pussy stretched wide. I drove into her, feeling the head of my cock brush against the stud's cock inside her. The friction was exquisite, and she screamed my name, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm.

And when we were all spent, we lay there, tangled in a web of limbs and sweat, our hearts beating in unison. This was the spice we craved, the heat that set our souls alight. We had found it in the most unexpected place, in the arms of strangers, in the throes of passion that knew no bounds.

As we lay there, panting, the studs whispered their praises, their hands tracing the lines of her body with reverence. "Again," she murmured, and I knew we would never be the same. The night had just begun, and we were ready to explore every inch of this kinky playground Goa had to offer.

One stud suggested a new toy, a vibrator that pulsed with a life of its own. He slid it into her, the buzzing filling the room. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head, as he controlled the speed, teasing her clit with precision. Another took her hand and placed it on his cock, urging her to stroke him.

"Take it," I said, watching her hand wrap around his girth. She obeyed, her eyes on me the whole time, seeking my approval. As she touched him, she grew bolder, her strokes more confident. "Show me," I whispered, and she did, her hand moving in a mesmerizing dance as the studs took turns fucking her.

Her pussy was swollen and red, begging for respite, but she was insatiable. "More," she whimpered, and they gave it to her. The third stud stepped forward, his cock slick with lube. He positioned himself at her ass, and with a gentle push, he entered her. She tensed, her eyes wide with surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he began to thrust.

The vibrator continued its relentless assault on her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was a vision, a goddess of lust, her moans a siren's call that none of us could resist. I watched as the studs took her, one by one, her body a testament to desire.

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Title : Can you bang my wife in 3 some sex - final

"Suck me," the stud with the slapper said, his cock bobbing in front of her face. She opened her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste him. He groaned, his hand guiding her head, setting a rhythm she eagerly followed. Her eyes never left mine, a silent promise of the love and trust we shared.

The vibrator was replaced with a stud's mouth, his tongue delving deep into her pussy as she took another cock in her ass. She writhed, her body a tapestry of pleasure and pain, each sensation weaving into the next. They switched positions, the studs' cocks sliding in and out of her in a symphony of lust.

My wife was lost in the moment, her orgasms coming in quick succession. Her pussy tightened around them, her ass clenching as they hit just the right spot. She was a creature of passion, a being of pure sexual energy. And I was her devoted worshipper, my cock hard and ready to claim her once more.

As the night grew darker, the only light in the room was the flicker of candles and the occasional flash of the slapper against her skin. The studs took her in every way imaginable, her body a playground for their desires. Yet, she was in control, dictating the pace, the intensity, the depth of their pleasure.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples still sensitive from the slaps. Her ass was a work of art, the slaps leaving a pattern of red and white, a map of passion. Her pussy, once tight and untouched, was now a wet, welcoming haven for their cocks.

I watched, my hand stroking my own cock, feeling the need build within me. "Please," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I need you." And I knew that even in this sea of pleasure, she needed the anchor of our love. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock standing tall. She opened herself to me, her eyes never leaving mine as I slid into her. The studs stepped back, giving us a moment of intimacy amidst the chaos. Our bodies moved as one, our hearts beating in sync, our love stronger than ever.

We fucked, our bodies entwined, our souls connected. The room was a cocoon of desire, a place where we could explore the darkest corners of our hearts. And when we finally came together, our orgasms a crescendo of ecstasy, we knew that we had found a new level of intimacy.

The studs watched us, their cocks still hard, their eyes filled with a mix of lust and respect. They knew they had witnessed something sacred, something that went beyond mere physical pleasure. And as we lay there, spent and satisfied, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore outside our window, we knew that our love had been forever changed.

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Title : Can you fuck my wife – 1

Actually  One cuckold husband he has 2 fantasies . first one is full filled by me . second one this story .
"Hello sir, I have been reading your stories regularly for the past few months; I absolutely love them. You are truly great. Fulfilling fantasy desires is a very difficult task—it must be a great art," he messaged me on Telegram. I will tell this story of yours in his own words. They are from the state of Madhya Pradesh.

Hi. The story is about me and my wife. It's a true incident. We are a married couple, ages 32 and 28 . We are living in Madyapradesh . We have been married for one and a half years. Still, we didn't have a child because we planned to have one after two years. We are a very open-minded couple. I was interested in cuckolding. I read a lot of videos and stories about it before marriage, so I became very interested in it.

My wife is also very beautiful. Her measurements are 36-30-36. She has a very sexy figure. Her height is 5'7", and any man would be willing to fuck her. After marriage, I told her about my fantasy. Initially, she refused, but she agreed to wear revealing, sexy outfits when we were out of station. Then, day by day, I changed her mind about the cuckold fantasy by showing videos and role play.

I am also good in bed, so she never complains about it. My cock size is 7 inches, and I have an average, slim gym body.
One weekday, we decided to go to a waterfall near madhyapradesh  on xxx Road. My wife always dresses glamorously. That day, she wore a single-piece bodycon dress which went just below her ass, and her full thighs were visible.

She had a tattoo on her right thigh, and the dress had nothing on the shoulders. It was fully free. It tightly hugged just above her boobs. It was perfectly wrapped around her body and showed her shape. Even her cleavage line was visible. She used a pad to hide her nipples.

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Title : Can you fuck my wife – 2

When she came out, I was in a mood and my rod got up. I told her that whoever was going to see her today was going to fuck her in their imagination. She wore high heels and an overcoat. She looked like a model. We started going in the car. It took us one hour to reach the falls. As soon as we reached there, we went to the falls and checked for a while. They told us that if we went further, there was boating. So we decided to go there. Since it was a weekday, there was no crowd. There were only two or three people.

There was a catamaran boat. We asked one man to take us for a water ride. He had a dirty look; he was in his late 40s. He was looking at my wife from above. He was tempted by my wife's sexy look. It was clearly visible in his lungi. He didn't wear underwear and it showed his half-erect penis.

My wife also likes working-class men like vegetable vendors and auto drivers. I climbed in the boat. It was a little difficult, but I managed to climb in and sit down. He climbed in and gave his hand to my wife and called her inside. She held his hand. He looked at her hand, which was like milk. She climbed in while the boat floated, shook a little, and she fell down on his chest.
Her boobs pressed against his chest. My wife came and sat there. She saw that his penis was standing in the lungi. He hid it and started to row with a stick. His body was very strong and hairy. We went a little further inside the lake, out of the visibility area from the front.

When I was taking a photo with my wife, my wife gave me a sexy pose. She looked good, and she bent down and showed her cleavage. We hugged each other and kissed. When we were about to take a photo, the man who was taking the photo was in a mood.

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Title : Can you fuck my wife – final

After knowing this, I kissed her on the lips, on the neck, and on the ear. She stopped kissing my lips and moved towards him. He was a bit smelly, like a fisherman. My wife kissed his lips and gave him a deep lip kiss. She rubbed his penis through his lungi, and it started growing. He became fully in the mood. He removed his lungi, and his cock was fully erect, nearly 8 inches very thickness . It was a thick rod that looked like a porn movie Negro black cock with hair.

My wife's jaw dropped by seeing his penis, and she started to give kisses to his penis. She looked at me and asked, "Can I give him a blowjob?"

I said, "Go ahead."

Initially, she licked with her tongue and started to play around his penis using her tongue. Slowly, from bottom to top, she licked with the stick of her tongue. He could not control himself and started to moan. She repeated the same thing.

After some time, she took his cock inside her mouth and started to give a blowjob. His cock went still in my wife's throat, and she started to give the blowjob. After giving the blowjob for some time, my wife again went down from his spot, went up, and kissed him with the same mouth.

The top was lowered and the pad was removed. He saw my wife's two boobs. They were very round. There was a brown nipple in the middle. He put it in his mouth and started sucking. Due to the boat floating, we were unable to hold because of weight balance, so he took us to a spot full of rocks. We got down from the boat. When he walked down the rock, there was a flat surface. He took a cover and threw it down. My wife made him sit on the cover.

He removed my wife's bodycon dress and panty. Now she was naked, and he looked at my wife's pink-colored pussy and started to lick the pussy with his tongue. My wife was unable to control her moan. She started to moan, "Ah, ah, ah, deeper, deeper, lick me deeper." At one stage, he used his finger in my wife's pussy and licked. He did both at the same time. My wife was unable to control herself, and she reached the orgasm and released it. He licked everything, and he placed the tip of his penis in front of my wife's vagina.

I stopped him and asked him to wear a condom, but my wife said, "I want to feel the meat raw."
So he laid down and started doing it in the missionary position and placed his penis. She pushed it, and half of his cock entered my wife's vagina. She was unable to control the pain, and she started to cry because his cock was bigger than mine.
At one stage, he suddenly pushed his full cock inside my wife's pussy. He let her moan, and my wife started to moan, "Deeper, deeper."

He started to fuck my wife. His cock went inside my wife's vagina. This black cock contrasted with my wife's pink pussy, which looked beautiful. He started to fuck with speed. He took speed, and my wife started to moan, "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder. Ah... shh... deeper."

He said, "Bitch, I will fuck you like hell."

She replied, "Fuck hard. I am all yours. Good husband... watch him... how deep and how hard he is fucking me. I am in heaven. Fuck... fuck me, you bitch."

He changed his position. While changing, I gave him a condom, and he wore that condom on his penis. My wife moved to a cowgirl position. She sat on his penis, and his cock entered her vagina. I also joined the party. I fucked her in her asshole, which I usually do at home.

We started doing double penetration. He fucked her in the pussy. I fucked her in the ass. She was in heaven. She started to moan loudly. She was now fucking like a bitch. "Fuck me both, whole. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, you both. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she moaned heavily.

He changed the position. He tried to enter in the asshole, but it was too tight, more than her pussy. He applied some lubricant with oil. He kept it, and he entered. She started crying initially, then she started enjoying. He was in doggy position and finally he removed his condom. She gave him a blowjob and he released his sperm all over her face, boobs, and other places. He was exhausted. We all three were exhausted.

We took some rest, and then again we started in the boat, and we reached the land. He gave a hard 'goodbye.' She also gave a final 'goodbye' kiss on his lips, and she held his cock for some time. Then we started heading to another place. We were speaking about this incident while we reached home, and we fucked wildly at home.

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Title : Can you Bang my girl friend - 1

A reader messaged me; we spoke very well for a long time—up to a month. He is from Rajahmundry, Andhra Pradesh, but his girlfriend is from Kakinada. He and I tried very hard to convince her, and eventually, she slowly agreed to a threesome.
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I really didn't know that my girlfriend was a slut. It started with immense sexting, and then I got to know about her sexual desires. It was exactly the same as what I had always wanted. I wanted to date a slut who craves to get fucked and loved by me, but also who craves to be a slut and fucked by random guys. She was totally into it.

By the way, her name is Nalini reddy Mittal, and she is so hot. She is from Nellore, India, and her height is 5'8". She has huge boobs and a sexy, bubbly ass. Her figure is 34-27-36 ( perfect shape ) . She looks like a slut whose job is to please dicks. When I saw her, it was uncontrollable not to fuck her.

So, I got so much aroused by imagining random dicks around my gf. We used to do so many kinky things. We used to fuck her on Chaturbate, showing her naked on random sex video calls, sharing her naked pictures with random guys, which she loved. Whenever I was outside, she used to send her slutty snaps and ask me to open them in public. She didn't even care if my friends were nearby.

My lover wanted my friends to know that I was dating a horny slut. There was even a time when my friend saw her naked snap when she dared me to open it when I was outside with my friend. I told her, and she loved it. Next time, she made me to show her naked to him. He was mesmerized by seeing her big, juicy boobs and sexy ass. Nalini reddy loved it when she listened to this.

She had totally become a slut. She used to get fucked in front of me on video calls, every time with new guys. I loved it. Things went very far and she wanted to get gangbanged. So, when I came back to India again, my girlfriend wanted to do it. Moreover, she wanted to cuck me. So, she arranged for three men.

The night came, and she was really looking like a whore, wearing sexy black lingerie. The men came, and she opened the door like that. Nalini reddy was so excited, and I was watching. She offered them drinks. She started teasing them while they all were sitting on the couch. They all got naked and started tapping their dicks on Nalini reddy's face while her tongue was out. My girlfriend was looking like a whore when she also took her big, juicy boobs out of her bra and started shaking them. Their cocks were so big, 8" long, whereas my cock is just 2". She loved my cock, but she was never satisfied. It was so confusing whether she was enjoying sucking those cocks or teasing me.

My GF was sucking one cock while giving handjobs to the other two cocks. All the men were loving it. I wished if I joined them and she started sucking my cock too. So, I took my pants out, with my T-shirt on, and went near her. She immediately said, "Fuck, just go away, sit on the couch, I'm not going to suck that pathetic small clit" in frustration, seeing me standing there. I was humiliated, but also got excited enough that my cock got immediately hard, yeah, 2" hard. All of the men gave a side smile to me, seeing me like that.

Nalini reddy was sucking Vivek's cock while giving handjobs to Raj and Mahesh. Vivek pulled her, grabbing her hair, she jumped on him while he took her in his arms. She was in his arms like a baby, with legs wrapped around his waist and hands around his neck, while Vivek was holding her ass. She was looking so hot in her sexy black thongs. Her bubbly ass was poking out while her boobs were stuck to Vivek's chest. Both of them started playing with each other's tongues without touching their lips.

Mahesh came behind Nalini reddy's back and stuck his chest to her. He was licking and biting her neck. He pulled her thongs to the side of her ass and pointed his dick to her pussy. He asked if he was going to fuck her. Nalini reddy immediately stopped playing with Vivek's tongue and said, "Then what the fuck are you here for?" Mahesh shoved his dick inside her, and it went smoothly. Nalini reddy has taken so many dicks that her pussy was so loose all the time.

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  Title : Can you Bang my girl friend - final 

Mahesh started fucking her badly, while Raj also tried to insert his dick in her pussy but was unable to do so since he was holding her. Nalini reddy shouted at me, "Stop rubbing your clitty, come here and insert Raj's dick in my pussy." I went there, sat on my knees, held his dick, and pointed it at Nalini reddy's pussy, while her pussy was already filled with a dick. Raj pushed his cock inside while I was holding his big dick. It was tight, but it went inside. Then I realized that size really matters. I always used to pick Nalini reddy up in my arms, but never able to fuck her like that due to my small dick.

Nalini reddy ordered me to sit there and help them insert the dick back again if it comes out. Raj was also standing next to me, touching Nalini reddy's body, while sucking her boobs. His cock was patting on my face. It was so hard and thick. For a moment, I envied so much, and I wished if I had that dick too. Raj asked if he wanted to fuck her too, but both of them didn't say anything and kept on fucking the slut.

So, Nalini reddy asked me to give a handjob to Raj so that he can enjoy. I held his dick and started giving him a handjob. I was holding a dick apart from mine for the first time in my life. I won't lie, but it felt great because I felt how a big dick feels like. That was the reason Nalini reddy was never satisfied with me. I was so scared if Nalini reddy asked me to suck him, but I was happy that she didn't.

Mahesh was so aroused that he came inside her pussy. Raj was also tired, holding her in his arms. So, he sat on the couch, while she was still in his arms, and his cock was still inside her pussy, filled with cum. Raj immediately went and shoved his dick inside her pussy. Mahesh started fingering her asshole to prepare her. All of them seemed very trained. I was on my knees, watching her like that, feeling so humiliated, dominated, and aroused. Mahesh started preparing his dick to fuck her ass, so first, he fucked her mouth so that he can get hard.

He was back hard again. Raj bent down so that Mahesh can come on the couch like a dog. He was literally in a dog pose, while Nalini reddy again ordered me to help him fuck her ass. I held his dick and pointed it at her asshole. He started pushing it inside very badly. Nalini reddy started screaming in pain, but Raj closed her mouth with his lips and started blowing air inside. Their lips weren't touching, but it was so humiliating and making me aroused. I wasn't able to believe that she was taking three dicks at the same time, two in her pussy, one in her ass.

Nalini reddy was so aroused, and she wanted to kiss. She shouted so loudly, "Baby, come here and kiss me." I was so happy, so I immediately ran and started kissing her badly, while she was getting fucked. Nalini reddy asked all of them to fuck her as hard as they can and come inside. All of them were fucking her very hard. Within 5 minutes, they came inside her, while Nalini reddy also squirted. I could see satisfaction on all their faces.

She jumped from Raj's lap and sat on the couch, spreading her legs. Nalini reddy asked me to come and lick her pussy, dripping with cum. I sat between her legs and started licking her pussy. It was so salty due to the cum. I was extremely horny, and my cum leaked automatically. Nalini reddy smiled and said, "You came without even touching your clitty? That's so pathetic, babe." All of us were satisfied and happy. The men went away. Nalini reddy and I hugged each other and lay down on the bed, kissing each other.

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Title : Jahnavi get Job then banged in group sex  – 1

( Please let me know if there is anyone finish Your degree / Pg / Btech etc from any state in India who has completed the work. Also, please read the story and share your feedback on it. )

Blushing, Jahnavi crossed her arms in front of herself self-consciously as she answered, "Yes, of course, Mr. Gupta. I would be happy to follow all the rules and requirements of the company. I'm really very grateful for the job". She felt her skin tingle as the older man's eyes darted down from her gorgeous face to her ample bosom.

It was not that Jahnavi was not used to being looked at by men. At 21 years old now, she was an incredibly stunning young woman. However, she had begun to attract male attention even when she was as young as 15. Standing five feet nine, she was tall for an Indian girl, but the fullness of her figure complimented her height very well. All her girlfriends envied her exceptionally large breasts, her faultlessly smooth complexion, her shapely long legs, and her long silky tresses. Her most attractive feature was her gorgeous face, a rare combination of innocence and naughtiness.

 Her bright large eyes were grey-green and she had dimples on both cheeks. Many of her admirers found her lips her sexiest feature - they were very full and she had a way of pouting suggestively when she talked and laughed, which had led to the boys in her college labelling her mouth 'prime blowjob material' 

When Jahnavi walked on the Hyderabad streets, she was constantly followed by appreciative whistles, catcalls and obscene comments. This scared her at times, but it also excited her. Often, even as she would glare with her beautiful smouldering eyes at some roadside Romeo's comment about what he would like to do to her 'chikni' body, the soft mound between her shapely legs would tingle at the thought of the man actually carrying out his threat. As Mr. Gupta's eyes ran hungrily over her voluptuous body, she felt that familiar buzz between her thighs, even as her face reddened.

Jahnavi had dressed for the job interview in a chiffon sari that clung to every perfect curve on her shapely body. The sleeveless designer blouse could not hide the enormous size or the youthful perkiness of her full breasts. She did not consciously want to exploit her sexiness to secure employment, but she was subconsciously aware that it helped her chances.

The job market in Hyderabad for a girl with a bachelor's degree in psychology was not particularly promising. But Jahnavi had decided to not seek a higher qualification or a more professional degree, because she had long nursed the dream of entering the cutthroat world of modelling. She knew she had the height and the looks to be a successful model. She had even been to a few auditions, which had all begun very positively with lavishly appreciative comments about her beauty and figure. However, she had got cold feet when the casting agents started insisting on seeing her in increasingly revealing dresses. 

The agents and their helpers had kept finding reasons to touch and feel her, and their obvious excitement had made her feel uncomfortably aroused herself. After each of these auditions, she had decided to not return to those agents and instead to look for more 'professional' ones. She was convinced that if she could become a successful model, she would eventually be noticed by some big shot Bollywood producer or director, who would launch her opposite one of the hunky heroes she fantasized about at nights.

Knowing how challenging it can be to break into the modelling world, Jahnavi had intended to focus full time on finding the right agent after completing her graduation. The thought of taking up a non-modelling job had never entered her mind. But her father, with his traditional '. upbringing, had never been comfortable with the idea of his lovely daughter posing in front of the camera in skimpy clothing for strange men to have dirty fantasies about. There had been numerous arguments about this at home, which always ended with Jahnavi stomping off to her room in anger. It was after an exceptionally unpleasant fight at home that Jahnavi decided to move out of her father's house and live on her own while pursuing her modeling ambition.

Jahnavi was astonished to discover how expensive it was to even rent a room in a working womens hostel in Hyderabad. Her father flatly refused to support her financially if she continued in the 'immoral' line of modeling. She had borrowed some money from friends but she realised that it was barely enough to support her for a month or two. That is what had led her to send her CV to dozens of companies in the hope that someone may want to hire fresh psychology graduates.

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The initial response had been dismal. With the economy on slowdown, she did not even get interview calls from any of the companies. Having burnt her bridges with her father, she became desperate for a job. She even asked all her classmates if they were aware of any openings for someone like her.

When one of the boys from her college, called Naveen, called her to say that there might be something suitable for her, she felt a twinge of hope, even though Naveen had been one of the boys she had hated in college. He had been a complete pervert, openly staring at her breasts and finding all kinds of reasons to brush against her sexy body.

Naveen had had an equally horny bunch of friends in college, and used to hang around with a really rough crowd of men from outside the college also. Jahnavi remembered that Naveen and his friends would often stand at the college gates and pass lewd comments about Jahnavi's sexiness as she entered or exited.

Nonetheless, she was in no position to refuse help from any one, and so eagerly asked Naveen where the job was. Naveen told her that he was aware of a company called 'Second Chance' that collaborated with prison authorities towards rehabilitation of convicts after they completed their sentences. The company sometimes hired psychology graduates to help monitor the psychological rehabilitation of the ex-convicts.

He gave her the address of the company and advised her to send in an application, including her photograph. She was excited to soon receive an emailed response, acknowledging her application. The company's email asked her to send a few more biographical details about herself and, strangely, a few more photos including full-length ones. Jahnavi took just minutes to send in nearly a dozen of her photos, including some she had taken for her modelling portfolio. She got a response from Second Chance the very next day, asking her to come for an interview the following week. That is how she found herself in the firm's office, located in the industrial part of Mumbai, sitting in front of the leering Mr. Gupta, the personnel manager of the company.

It was not much of an interview. The only questions asked by Mr. Gupta were basic in nature, he being more interested in staring at Jahnavi's face and figure, particularly her bulging boobs. Soon he told her that the job was hers if she chose to accept it.

Jahnavi explained that she was still unclear about the nature of her job. Mr. Gupta confirmed what Naveen had already told her - that Second Chance was working with prison authorities to help in rehabilitating ex-convicts. However, he provided more detail by explaining that the company specialised in rehabilitating male ex-convicts who had been jailed for 'sexual' crimes like bang or molestation or even 'eve teasing'.

The company wanted to help in the social rehabilitation of such high-testosterone convicts by offering them stable employment after their release and by helping them acquire a healthier appreciation of female sexuality. Mr. Gupta further explained that Second Chance had entered into contracts with several factories in the area for placing these mostly semi-educated ex-convicts into shop-floor employment.

However, Second Chance remained responsible for monitoring the social and psychological 'rehabilitation' of these ex-convicts. Jahnavi's job would be to help the company understand whether the men still looked upon women as sexual objects to be abused and violated, or whether they had acquired a healthier appreciation of female sexuality. Mr. Gupta said that the job was 'unusual' in nature, and that is why they needed someone who had studied psychology, so that she could better understand and implement the 'special' techniques developed by the companies to evaluate the 'psychological progress' being made by the men.

In order to evaluate the men's progress, explained Mr. Gupta, Jahnavi would be required to visit, every day, two or three of the factories where the ex-convicts rehabilitated by Second Chance were working. She would need to conduct interviews with the men according to standardised questionnaires developed by the company.

She would also be required to carefully note all aspects of the men's behaviour, and give detailed reports about this to Mr. Gupta at the end of each working day. Once a week, she would participate in a 'exposure workshop' that the company conducted for the ex-convicts as well as others, aimed at educating young men about healthy female sexuality.

Jahnavi was surprised by this job description and felt a little apprehensive at the thought of working with sex-convicts, but she was also happy that she was being asked to do something based on her educational background. "At least, I am not being hired just for my looks", she told herself, despite the lecherous Mr. Gupta's obvious appreciation of her womanly charms.

Her excitement increased even further as Mr. Gupta mentioned the salary that she would draw, a figure far beyond her expectations. With this amount, she realised, she would easily be able to rent a barsati in Mumbai and chase her modelling dreams. Mr. Gupta also informed her that before actually beginning work, she would be sent to the company's 'corporate headquarters', which was based in Dubai, for a two-week training workshop.

Jahnavi was absolutely delighted to hear this. She had never been abroad before, and wondered with girlish excitement about how much shopping she would be able to afford in Dubai...

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