Raped By Three Women

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His lund
was fully erect as he kissed his new bride. He pushed his tounge in her little mouth, swirling it around and tasting her
sweetness. She reciprocated back with soft moans. Joshi knew that she was getting turned on as well. After kissing
like that for a few minutes, their lips finally parted. Joshi looked at his new wife and smiled. "Neetu.." he said "Aaj se
teri yeh sexy jawaani mere naam." Neetu shied away. "Din raat tujhe apne nange badan se meri pyaas bhujaani
hogi." He said. His face was getting a little serious. Neetu was a little nervous now, hearing such words from her
husband, that too on their first night. "Jabh se tujhe dekha hai, tere figure ne mere lund ko paagal kar diya hai." He
said. "Aaj takk tujhe mann hi mann bohot nanga kiya hai. Aaj, tujhe sach mein nanga karunga, aur ji bhar ke apne
lund ki pyaas bhujaaoonga. " Neetu looked really perplexed. She had never imagined that Joshi could use such dirty
words. Joshi started to take her sari off. She was still thinking about what Joshi had just said. Her sari was only
around her waist now. Joshi leaned forward again, his hand going at her back to untie the tiny laces of her blouse.
The laces came off. "Chal utaar." said Joshi. She did as she was told and slowly removed her blouse. Her supple
boobs were now only covered by her white bra. Joshi's eyes were open wide. What a sight it was. Her yong body
was slowly being uncovered for his. The sight of her cleavage was giving him a raging hard on. He squeezed his hard
lund while eyeing the cleavage. His other hand reached for the bra strap, slowly pushing them down, one by one.
Finally, the bra was off. Neetu shied away as her husband's lust filled eyes were fixated on her boobs. Her boobs
were beautifully shaped. Perky, with soft brown nipples that were now hard and puffy erect, indicating that she was
turned on. Joshi was literally drooling at this sight. Neetu's breathing got heavier. Joshi leaned forward and burried
his face between her soft boobs. How soft they felt over his cheeks. The size was good too. His hands now
squeezed both of them, twisting her nipples slightly as he fulfilled his desire of licking her cleavage with his tounge. All
this while, Neetu kept sighing and moaning as his rough hands man handled her soft boobs. His hands were now
moving down, feeling the softness of her body. She was topless now, and Joshi's hands were feeling her bare skin
and they slid down. He untied the knot of her saree over her waist, and started to pull it away. His mouth was now
sucking on her left nipple. Neetu closed her eyes, moaning softly. The saree was now off, and thrown away on the
floor. All that was left on her body was her petticoat. Joshi looked up at her pretty face which was now covered with
lust and sextacy. He pushed her down slowly, making her lie down. He lied down besides her, still looking at her
pretty face. She finally opened her eyes, looked at him and smiled. Joshi had undone the knot of her petticoat by
then. He pulled it down her slender legs, watching those sexy legs uncover as the petticoat came off. Her panties
were damp wet in the middle. She was clearly turned on. Her inner thighs rubbing against each other as she squirmed.
All that was left on her body now was her damp moist chaddi. The musky smell of her choot juice filled the room.
"Tu toh bohot garam ho gayi hai Neetu." said Joshi. He was having a tough time talking as his mouth was drooling at
the sight of this young nangi ladki lying next to him. He slowly slid her panties down her leg too. Wet slurpy sounds
could be heard as the panties came off. He took the panties in his hand, examined her choot juice on it. He took a
nice whiff of her pussy juice, then threw the panty on her face. Neetu giggled as the wet panty landed on her face.
She pushed it away and looked at Joshi's face. Her face got serious as Joshi circled his finger around her soft navel.
He did that for a while, and then slowly moved his hand down. Her pussy had very little amount of trimmed hair on
it. Joshi could now feel her body trembling as his finger gently rubbed her extremely wet juice. "Aaaaah.." she
moaned. Joshi's lund was now ready to tear out of his pyjama. With slight force, he pushed his finger deep into
Neetu's choot. "Ouch!' she squealed. "Chup kar saali!" Joshi said. "Tere boyfriend ne bhi toh yeh sabh kiya hoga na
tere saath." Neetu just bit her lower lip, choosing not to reply. Infact, such words were having a erotic effect on her.
"Kabhi chudai ki thi apne haraamzaade boyfriend ke saath?" He asked her as he slid his finger in and out of her juicy
choot. She shook her head in 'no', while moaning softly. "Toh yeh choot aaj pehli baar chudegi mere lund se." Saying
this, he pulled his finger out of her choot. He quickly took off his Kurta, followed by the ganji. Then he undid the
naada of his pyjama too and pulled them off. Neetu saw a slight damp on his underwear too. The damp of his
precum. He pulled off his underwear too. His cock sprung out, all of 7 inches. It was black and thick and had a
strong odor that made Neetu squirm her nose a bit. "Saali, naak matt bigaad." He said, slightly irritating. "Aaj se tujhe
roz iske mazze lootne hai." "Jaisa aap kahe." She spoke, after a really long time now. Joshi stroked his cock, up and
down. It was hard and glistening with precum. Neetu sat up. Now, Joshi lied down, his cock still in his hand, hard
and erect. "Chal choos." he ordered. Neetu kept staring at it for a while. It was very black and very smelly, but
strong and erect. Joshi had quite a big lund and was very charged up too for his age. Neetu finally shifted closer to
it. She stared it for a few more seconds and then looked at Joshi. "Chal na! Jaldi kar!" Joshi ordered, irritated. He
couldnt take it any longer. With one hand, he squeezed her arm very hard and pushed her further towards his cock.
Finally, she wrapped her soft fingers around it. Joshi sighed really loud as her felt her soft fingers on his cock. His
dream was coming true. All the nights he dreamt and fantasized about Nangi Neetu in bed with him was finally
coming true. Neetu kept massaging his cock softly. Finally, she leaned further down, kissing the head of Joshi's cock
with her soft lips. Joshi moand. His lund was throbbing, as if about to burst. With her sweet tounge, she tickled the
tip of his lund. It tasted salty and smelled a lot. But the smell was turning her on even more. Finally, she opened her
mouth and wrapped her pretty lips around his lund. Joshi's hand quickly grabbed her hair. He held her hair real tight
and thrust his cock deep inside her mouth. She gagged for a split second. Joshi decided to take it easy and let her go.
She let his lund out of his mouth, her breathing was very heavy. A thin string of her saliva mixed with his precum
dangled between her lower lip and his lund's tip, and then snapped, trickling down her chin. What a lovely sight it
was joshi to see her face like this. Neetu wrapped her lips around his cock again. Joshi kept patience this time,
enjoying the sensation of the warmth of her mouth over his cock. He groaned and Neetu's 19 year old mouth was
now sucking his 47 year old cock. Slurping sound of her sucking his lund and his moans mixed with her moans as
well filled the room. The sucking went on for quite a while. Her young mouth sucking and tounge circling all over the
glistening lund. Joshi's hand reached for her sexy gaand and squeezed her left gaand. It was soft and so shapely.
"Bas..rukko. " said joshi. Neetu stopped sucking obidiently. She looked up at his face. A mix of saliva and his
precum covered her pretty lips and chin. She was gasping for breath. He grabbed her arm and pulled her down
besides him, making her lie down next to him. His hand roughly groped her soft boobs as his lips started smooching
hers violently. He was getting a little rough with her, squeezing and smooching her hard. While doing so, he slowly
climbed on top of her. There was a big physical difference between the two. Joshi was a tall fat man with a hairy
body while Neetu was tiny, petite and clean. She had a tough time as he climbed on top of her. But he was careful
not to squeeze her completely. He managed to be light on top of her. Her legs parted to accomodate him. His lund
rubbed against her choot as his hands squeezed her boobs and his mouth smooched hers. "Abh apne naazuk
haathon se mere lund ko apni choot mein daal." Saying this, he went back to smooching her. Neetu's hand reached
for his cock, wrapping the soft fingers over it, guiding it between her legs. She rubbed the head of his lund over her
lightly trimmed choot. But Joshi couldn't take it anymore. With a violent thrust, his lund entered her pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaiiyaaaa. ." she squealed. Joshi groaned too. It was too tight for him. Neetu shut her eyes tight, biting her
lip as his cock entered her choot violently. Joshi let it stay in there for a few seconds. Then slowly pulled it out. But
as soon as it was out, he thrust it back in. "Aaaah..please. .thoda dheeray karo na." Neetu pleaded. "Karo nahi..choddo
bol." grunted Joshi. He kept thrusting in and out violently. "Bol saali! Bol! Bol..'zaraa dheeray se choddo na!" Bol!"
his thick lund throbbing in and out of her young choot. "Zaraa..aaah. ..dheeray se...aaa...chodd- dd-do na.." her
voice quivered between her words and her moans. Joshi slowed down his thrusting. His cock now slowly pumping
her pussy. The room was filled with their moans and groans. Her beautiful, nubile sexy body being ravaged by this
beast man who was now her husband. The thrusting grew faster again. Her moans were getting louder too.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarh" with a big grunt and a violent hard thrust deep inside, Joshi's cock started spurting thick globs
of cum. Neetu's eyes were closed. Her pussy was gushing with her cum too. All of it was mixing inside her choot.
Her slender legs were wrapped around Joshi's bulky body. A couple of more thrusts followed. With each thrust,
Joshi sprayed more hot cum inside her. Sweat was trickling down his body all over Neetu. He put his mouth on her
pretty thin lips again and kissed her hard. Neetu kept breathing heavily. Her body was quivering. Her choot was
extremely sticky with all the cum inside her. She kissed him back too. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Joshi
finally got off her and lied down besides her. Both of them were breathing heavily, catching their breath. After a few
minutes, Joshi spoke. "Mazaa aa gaya." He said Looking at her face as they were lying naked on the bed. Her eyes
were slightly moist, but her face was glowing with a smile. "Soch..pehli raat mein tera yeh haal kiya hai maine." He
said. "Honeymoon pe teri kya haalat hogi." Neetu giggled. "Hass le. Honeymoon pe toh teri gaand ko bhi chod chod
kar sujaa dunga." These words worried Neetu a bit. She had heard that gaand sex can be painful. Look at her
worried face, Joshi laughed. The night was not yet over. Joshi fucked his young bride one more time. But that was
it. His age permitted him to fuck her only twice that night. In the morning, when Neetu woke up, she heard Joshi
talking to someone on the phone. "Haan Ji..two tickets to Singapore." He said over the phone. "Mr. Rakesh Joshi
and Mrs. Neetu Joshi. Age 47 and 19. Ya ya. thank you." He hung up, turned around at looked at Neetu. She
looked lovely in the morning. Slightly sleepy, slightly awake. She smiled at him. He smiled back. He put his hand in
his pocket, removed a big bundle of notes and threw it at her. "Yeh Lo, apni honeymoon ki shopping kar lo. We are
leaving for Singapore tommorow night." he said as he got up and lit a ciggerate. Neetu took the bundle of notes in her
hand and looked at it. It was quite a lot. "Aur haan" He added. "Sabh kapde sexy hi khareedna. Chotte chotte skirt,
tight tight tops, swimming costume, bikini etc. Kuch bhi seedha saada matt khareedna. Poore Singapore ka lund
khada ho jaana chaahiye tujhe dekh kar." Ending with these words, he went out of the room. Neetu got up, started
getting ready to leave too. Her mind was already visualising the things Joshi was going to do to her young body on
their honeymoon. Her innocent face looked worried as she thought of what was in store for her.The flight landed in
Singapore late in the evening. It was 7pm. Neetu was a little tired after the flight. But Joshi felt energetic. He couldn't
wait to get to the hotel room and start pounding his young wife's choot. They caught a cab, headed straight for the
hotel. Mr. Joshi had booked a room in a 5 star hotel. He made sure that his young new wife had all the luxuries she
wanetd for the honeymoon. Neetu had prepared well for the honeymoon. She and her friend spent a whole day
shopping a day before they left for the honeymoon. Throughout shopping, her friend kept asking her naughty questions
like "Buddhe ka lund kitna bada hai? Theek se chodda ki nahi? Thakk toh nahi gaya na pehli baar mein
bechaara?" Every question she asked was followed by a giggle. Neetu was slightly embaressed, but answered all
her questions in "yes" and "no". Her mind was more occupied by what to shop for the honeymoon. She bought some
expensive outfits. Designer short skirts, tight tops, tube tops, navel revealing clothes. She even bought some seductive
nighties, some teeny tiny bikinis, etc. She wanted to make sure that Joshi's lund would go crazy looking at her
young nubile body. The checking in process was done quickly by Mr. Joshi. They headed for the hotel room. Within
minutes of entering the room, Joshi started stripping Neetu and licking and biting Neetu's body in every place
possible. After a good one hour session of mindless fucking and sucking, they were both tired and went to bed early.
The next day, morning started with a lund sucking session and some choot pounding. For a man of his age, Joshi was
managing it very well. But he could see it Neetu's eyes that she wanted more. Her young body was thirsting for more
lund, more cum. In the afternoon, they decided to visit the beach. At the beach, Neetu wore a sexy purple bikini. She
looked sexy, cum-inducing. Her bikini top was tiny, barely hiding her nipples. The bikini panty was so thin, her round
gaand was visible to everyone. Joshi wore swimming trunks only, his tummy buldging out from every side. People
looked with their mouth open as they walked on the beach together. They could not believe that someone like Joshi
was walking with his hair arms around someone so sexy and horny looking like Neetu. Neetu played in the water a
lot. Joshi played with her for a while, splashing around. But then got tired and sat on the shore and watched her
dance around in the water in the bikini. The minute she was alone in the water, guys started coming close to her,
trying to talk to her, introducing themselves too her. Joshi was sitting on the shore, watching as so many boys were
gathering around her. Neetu just ignored them and continued to splash around in the water. Joshi could see guys
grabbing their crotches and squirming as Neetu's young body was on display for everybody. Finally, after a couple
of hours, she came out of the water. As soon as she came out, joshi grabbed her and started smooching her roughly.
He made her lay down on the sand and got on top of her, smooching her wildly right there in public, for everyone to
see and feel jealous that a man like him had the privilege of playing with Neetu's hot body. Finally, after a while, they
left back for their room as the sun started to set. "Chalo, thoda shopping kar aate hai." Said Joshi in the evening as
Neetu came out of the shower. Her young body was just wrapped in towel. Joshi grabbed his cock and gave it a
hard squeeze. "Shopping?" asked Neetu. "Phir se? Abhi toh itni shopping ki India mein?" "Tujhe kya karna hai?"

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Joshi replied. "Paise mere hai. Tujhe sirf mere liye pehenna hai aur phir mere lund par naachna hai. Chal." They got
ready and left for shopping. It was a big store that sold clothes for men and women. "Tu ladies section mein se kuch
le le apne liye. Paise ka matt sochna. Mein gents section mein kuch dekhta hoon." Said Joshi. Neetu just nodded as
he walked away to the men's section. He started browsing around in the jeans section. He saw in the ladies section,
Neetu was in his clear view. Two Indian boys were standing at a distance from him, looking at some jeans too. "Yaar
woh dekh." Said one boy to another. "Kya chikni maal khadi hai udhar." He was pointing towards Neetu, completely
unaware that her husband was standing right behind them and could listen to them clearly. "Haan yaar,"
Replied the other one. "Woh chotti si blue t-shirt aur white hotpants (chaddi) waali na/" "Haan haan wahi yaar." said
the first boy. "Kya chikni taange hai na. Chaatne ka mann karta hai." "Sahi mein" said the 2nd boy. "Saali bistar mein
solid garam hogi. Boobs dekh, ekdam tight." "Yaar meri nazar toh uski gaand par atak gayi hai" said the first one
again. "Kya tight hogi yaar." His hand reached for his crotch now. All this while, Joshi was standing behind them, able
to listen to everything. He was aroused that the boys were talking about his wife like this. His lund started dancing in
his pants at the dirty thoughts of his wife pleasuring these two young men. He decided to do something about it. He
walked upto the two boys. "Hello." He introduced himself. "My name is Prakash Joshi." He put his hand forward for
a handshake. The boys was taken aback at first. "So?" replied the first boy. "What can we do if that is your name?"
The two boys burst out laughing. Joshi just smiled. "Woh ladki, jiski tum baat kar rahe the, woh meri patni hai." he
said, still smiling. The two boys froze. They looked at Neetu again, and then at Joshi. "Are you sure s-s-sir?" The
2nd boy asked. Joshi just nodded. "Jawaan hai na mere liye bohot?" Joshi asked. "But tum log sahi bol rahe the.
Bohot garam hai bistar mein. Chod chodkar thakk jaata hoon." The boys were just zapped. They didn't know what
to say about this Man's boldness. What guts. Talking to some strangers about his wife like that. "We are sorry sir."
Said the first boy. "Hum chalte hai." "Arre rukko rukko" said Joshi. "Darro matt. Tumhaare faayde ki baat karna
chaahta hoon." "Faayda? What faayda?" Asked the boys together. Joshi laughed. "Kyun? Chodna nahi chaahoge
uss sexy ladki ko?" he said. "S-sir..aap yeh kya keh rahe ho?" Said the first boy. The 2nd one was all charged up by
now. "Raj, chup kar tu." He said to the first boy, getting bolder now. "Sir, bataaiye, kya plan hai aapka." He didn't
want to miss out on a chance of having Neetu in his bed. Joshi thought for a while. Then came up with a plan. He
asked the boys if they knew a good nightclub here. They said yes. He asked them which hotel they were staying in.
Coincidentally, they were staying in the same hotel as Mr. Joshi. They introduced themselves as Raj and Anwar.
They were a couple of young businessmen who had come to Singapore on business and pleasure. Joshi told them
the plan. they shook hands with him, all excited. Then Joshi went back to Neetu. "Neetu darling, shopping ho gayi?"
He asked Neetu, walking towards him. "Haan. But abh mein thakk gayi hoon." She replied. "Please room waapis
chale?" "Sure sure." He said. "Par raat ko, I want to take you to a nightclub." "Nightclub?" She looked puzzled.
What will she do in a nightclub with a old man who can barely run, forget dancing. "Haan. Nightclub." he replied.
"Chalogi?" "Umm...theek hai." She said. "Jaisa aap kahe. Par kaunsa nightclub? Aapko koi maalum hai?" "Nahi."
He replied. "Kisi se pooch lete hai na." Just then, Anwar and Raj passed by them, pretending to not know Mr. Joshi
already, as per the plan. "Woh dekho." Said Joshi. "Two young boys. I am sure they will know a good nightclub.
Unhi se pooch lete hai." Neetu looked at the two handsome guys. Her eyes shone bright at the sight of some young
guys. Joshi could see it on her face. "Arre suniye..boys. " He called out the two. "Are you Indians?" The two boys
stopped and looked at Joshi. "Yes sir. Kahiye?" Said Anwar. "Hello. Mera naam hai Prakash aur yeh hai meri wife,
Neetu." He introduced himself and his wife. They shook hands. Neetu smiled at the two boys. "Hello. I am Anwar,
and this my friend Raj. How can we help you sir?" asked Anwar, putting on a fake smile, as if meeting joshi for the
first time. "Dekhiye.." said Joshi. "Aap dono young ladke hai. I am sure you can help us. Aapko Yahaan koi acchi
nightclub pataa hai?" "Nightclub? Ji bilkul pataa hai." Said Raj, barely able to contain his excitement. "There is one
just two minutes away from the hotel where we are staying, Hotel Blue Lotus. The nightclubs name is 'Purple Night.'"
"Oh! Blue Lotus?" exclaimed Joshi. "Hum bhi wahi reh rahe hai. Thank you so much boys." "Arre thank you ki kya
baat hai sir." Said Anwar, laughing. "Infact, aaj raat ko hum dono bhi wahi nightclub mein ja rahe hai. If you want, you
can accompany us. We can show you the way." "Sure boys." Said Joshi. "Accha idea hai. Hai na Neetu?" He
looked at Neetu. Neetu just nodded. "Okay then boys, we will see you in the hotel lobby at 9pm." Said Joshi.
"Okay sir. We will see you there." Said Anwar. They all parted ways. "Acche ladke hai na?" Said Joshi to Neetu.
Neetu just smiled. They headed back to their hotel rooms to get ready. Everything was going as per the plan. Around
8.30 PM, Joshi told Neetu he had to make some important business calls and will do it in the lobby. Neetu was busy
getting ready. Joshi was already ready. He wore a green polo shirt and jeans. His big fat tummy looked like it would
tear out of the shirt. joshi stepped out of the room. He went to the custom shop in the lobby and brought the most
expensive video camera (handycam.) He took the handycam and went to the Anwar and Raj's room. Raj opened
the door. "Yeh lo Camera." He gave it Raj. "Isse kisi aisi jagah chupaa do, ki kisi ko pataa nahi chale." "Don't worry
uncle." Said Anwar. We have planned everything. "Good." Said Joshi. "We will see you in the lobby at 9pm." He left
their room and went back to his room. Neetu was ready now. The minute Joshi saw her, he had a big buldge in his
pants. Neetu looked ravishing. She wore a tight black tube top, with a good show of her cleavage. The top was
sleeveless and strapless. The shape of her boobs looked fantastic in the top. She wore a short white frilly skirt that
was 5 inches above her knees, barely hiding her ass cheeks. Her creamy white thighs were making it difficult for
Joshi to control himself. She had done a good amount of makeup and wore a diamond necklace. Her hair were
straight, and looked beautiful. They reached the lobby at 9pm sharp. "Dekh dekh." said Raj to Anwar. "Apni maal
aa rahi hai." "Kya lagg rahi hai yaar." Said Anwar. "Nanga nachaaoonga saali ko apne lund par." Neetu and Joshi
went up to them. They exchanged their his and hellos and then headed for the club. The club was mostly full of
young people. Joshi was probably the oldest person in the club. Everyone was either dancing, or drinking. Raj had
already arranged for a corner booth, a table with seating for four. They went and sat down. Joshi ordered drinks for
everyone. He called for scotch for himself, martini for Neetu, and whisky for Raj and Anwar. They started drinking.
This was the first time Neetu was drinking so she was slightly hesitant first. But then Joshi forced her. Drinking went
on for an hour. Neetu had loosened up quite a bit after the 4th martini. She was giggling, laughing, falling all over Joshi
as they spoke. Raj and Anwar told them funny stories about their trips. Neetu spoke mostly to them. Joshi was quite
most of the time. After about an hour, Joshi got up. "Neetu darling." He said "I am tired. Lets go back to the room."
"Arre sir" Said Anwar. "Itni Jaldi kya hai? Baithiye na. Dekhiye, Neetu Bhabhi ka bhi mood nahi hai jaane ka." Joshi
laughed. "Kyun Neetu. Nahi chalna waapis?" "Noo..." she said, sounding quite drunk and giggling. "Mujhe toh
mazaa aa raha hai." "Theek hai." Said Joshi. "Toh mein waapis jaata hoon. Boys, kya tum dono Neetu ko baad mein
room takk chod doge please?" "Par.." Neetu said "Main akeli.." "Toh kya hua Bhabhiji." Said Raj. "Hum hai na
aapka khayaal rakhne ke liye. Joshi saab, aap nischint hokar jaake so jaaiye. Hum bhabhiji ko room takk chod
denge." "Theek hai." Said Joshi. "Toh mein chalta hoon." He bent down, kissed Neetu on her cheek and whispered
in her ears "Dear, jaldi aa jaana." Neetu just smiled and nodded. She did look slightly uncomfortable with the
arrangement. In two minutes, Joshi was gone, leaving his young new wife with two men they had met only a couple
of hours ago. It had been 2 hours since Joshi had come back to his room. He was a little tensed, but excited at the
same time. He was lying down on the bed, watching tv. He kept looking at his watch after every 10 minutes. Time
went by really slow. Every passing minute seemed to excite him to no extent. He switched off the TV and tried to
sleep. But he couldn't. He kept looking at his watch. "Abh toh 3 ghante ho gaye.." he murmured to himself. "Abh
takk nahi aayi saali. Kya kar rahe honge dono uske saath." It was only after four hours had passed, that he heard the
clicking of the door opening. He closed his eyes and pretended to be fast asleep. Neetu tiptoed inside the room. She
looked at Joshi who seemed to be in deep sleep. Quietly, she laid down on the bed, next to him. Joshi faked snoring.
But he was actually wide awake. As Neetu laid down next to him, he could smell a strong mixture of alcohol,
perfume and cum from her body. He smiled slightly, knowing that his plan had succeeded. Finally, he fell asleep. So
did Neetu. The next morning, Joshi woke up early. His sweet looking new wife was still asleep. He looked at her.
She looked so beautiful. Looking at her, nobody could tell what a horny little raand she was. Joshi smiled. He went
close to her to examine her. Marks of bites were all over her sexy thighs. He brushed his teeth and then headed
straight to Raj and Anwar's room. He knocked at their door. After a few seconds, Raj opened. He was wearing his
blue pyjama's and nothing on top - bare chested. "Aaiye aaiye Joshi saahab." He grinned. His eyes were still sleepy.
Joshi walked into the room. The room looked like a mess. The bedsheets were messy. Anwar was asleep on the
floor. Raj opened a drawer and pulled out the camera. He smiled, handing the camera to Joshi. "Joshi saahab.." said
Anwar as he woke up. "Aap toh badi jaldi aa gaye." He laughed. "Yeh lijiye aapka camera" said Raj, giving it to
Joshi. "Mazze kijiye." "Mazze toh tum dono kameeno ne kiya hai raat ko." Said Joshi. He seemed a little upset.
"Humse naaraz hai kya Joshi ji?" Said Anwar, stretching his arms. "Arre hum toh wahi kar rahe the jo aap chaahte
the." Raj and Anwar laughed in unison. Joshi took the camera, pulled out a bundle of notes from his pocket, handed
it to Raj. As he was leaving the room, Raj called him. "Arre Joshi sahab" He said. "Apne indore ka address toh
dijiye. Kabhi mann kiya, toh Aa jaayenge aapse aur Neetu Bhabhi se milne." Joshi looked at him, smirked and left.
He could hear them both laughing even after the door was shut as he left. Neetu was still sleeping when he went back
to his room. "Saali...poori raat chudaakar thakk gayi lagta hai." Joshi murmured. He hid the camera between his
clothes and then lied down on the bed next to Neetu. Neetu woke up after a couple of hours. Her eyes still weary,
she looked at Joshi as he sat next to her, reading the newspaper. As she was getting up, Joshi looked at her and
smile. "Uth gayi meri rani." He said, smiling. "Kal bohot der se aayi kya waapis aane mein." "Nahi.." she said..her
voice a little heavy from sleeping. "Aap kitne bajje so gaye the?" "Main toh 11 bajje so gaya tha." He replied.
"Haan..mein bhi bas..11 bajje ke aas paas hi waapis aa gayi." Said neetu as she got out of the bed and walked
towards the bathroom. "Saali kutiya.." Joshi said to himself. "Mujhse jhoot bol rahi hai." He kept the newspaper
away and switched on the TV. He had connected the camera to the TV. "Neetu darling..zara idhar toh aao." He said.
"Aati hoon" she replied, in the middle of her brushing her teeth. She came out of the bathroom after 15 minutes.
"Boliye.." she said. "Kuch bol rahe the aap." "Bolna nahi.." Said Joshi. "Kuch dikhaana hai." Neetu looked slightly
confused. She sat down on the bed besides him, a little scared now. Her legs were shivering. "K-k-kya dikhaana
hai." She asked. "Yeh.." Replied Joshi, with a dirty smile on his face. He pointed at the TV. He turned on the camera
with its remote. The color of Neetu's skin turned pale as she looked with horror on what was on the TV. It was a
clear view of Raj and Anwar's room. She saw herself, sitting in the middle of the bed, with her back to the headpost
of the bed. She had a bottle of beer in her hand and was giggling. "Yeh sabh.." her said with her voice trembling as
she looked at Joshi, who was still smiling. "Yeh tumhaare kal raat ki kartoot hai meri jaan." He said "Aur abh hum
dono milkar dekhenge..ki kal raat ko meri nayi Dulhan kaise apne nange badan se logo ko lubha rahi thi." "Please..aap.
.aap yeh bandh.." she said but couldnt complete as her words were cut off by Joshi. "Chup chaap baitho.." He said
in a stern voice. "Karte waqt toh mazze kiye..aur dekhne mein sharam aa rahi hai?" He said. Turning his eyes back
to the TV set. On the TV screen, Neetu was now sitting in the middle of Raj and Anwar on the bed. Raj was on her
left, Anwar was on the right. All three of them were drinking beer, laughing and talking. Neetu looked completely
drunk. "Bhabhiji.." said Raj. "Ek baat poochoon? Buraa toh nahi maanengi na?" Neetu laughed. "Nahi nahi..poocho
na..sharmao matt." She took a sip of her beer. "Aapne Joshi ji se shaadi kyun ki?" asked Raj, smiling as he took a sip
of his beer. "I mean..woh aapse umar mein thode zyaada hi bade nahi hai?" "Arre woh toh mere baap se bhi bada hai
ummar mein." Neetu said. "Par buddhe ke paas bohot paisa hai. Aaram ki zindagi jee sakti hoon mein." she continued,
giggling. "Woh toh hai." Said Anwar. "Aap zindagi bhar aish karogi. Aur buddha bhi aapke saath aish karega."
The three of them laughed together. Off the TV, Neetu looked petrified, sitting besides Joshi. Her secret was out. "Ji
main toh yunhi.." she said..looking down, ashamed. Joshi laughed. "Agar tune mere saath paise ke liye shaadi ki
hai.." said Joshi, putting his hand inside the neck opening of Neetu's nightie and cupping her left boob. "Toh maine bhi
tere is garam badan ke liye hi tujhse shaadi ki hai. Abh chup chaap baith aur mujhe dekhne de." He said as he
continued to squeeze her boobs. Back to the TV. Now, Raj and Anwar seemed to have moved more closer to
Neetu, almost squeezing her in the middle. "Neetuji.." Said Anwar, placing his hand on Neetu's knee as he spoke,
feeling it softly. "Aap kitni pyaari hai." "A." said Neetu "Thank you Anwar. Tum bhi bohot pyaare ho." Then she
turned to Raj. "Aur Raj, tum bhi." She then giggled as she threw away her empty beer bottle on the carpet "Aap
jhoot bol rahi ho Neetuji." Said Raj. "Aapko hum pyaare nahi lagte." He acted as if he was a little dejected. "Arre
arre.." said Neetu. "Aisa kyun sochte ho." "Toh fir prove kijiye na.." Said Anwar now. "Ki hum aapko sach-much
pyaare lagte hai." "Prove?" asked Neetu as she burst out laughing. "Par kaise karu mein prove?" "Apne pyaare
hothon se hum dono ko ek ek kiss dekar?" replied Raj as he also put his hand on Neetu's knee, gently caressing it.
He caressed her left knee and Anwar caressed her right knee. "Accha?" Said Neetu. "Kiss karne se prove ho
jaayega ki tum dono mujhe pyaare lagte ho?" she continued giggling. The beer had clearly affected her senses "Ji
haan.." said Anwar in an excited tone. "Humme thoda apnapan toh mehsoos hoga aapke saath." "Accha.." said
Neetu. "Toh yeh lo." She first put her arms around Anwar and kissed him on his cheek. She giggled as Anwar also
kissed her back on her cheek. Then she turned to kiss Raj. It was all in friendship according to her. But as soon as
she moved closer to kiss Raj on his cheek, he put his lips forward instead of cheek. Unknowingly, she put her lips on
Raj's lips. As their lips met, Raj's hand too slid down onto her inner thighs. With his other hand, he pulled her towards
her. Their kiss had turned into a wild smooch. Neetu pulled back after a while. "Raj!" She exclaimed. "Tum toh
bohot naughty ho!" She laughed. Raj was relieved that their plan was working and Neetu wasn't upset about the
smooch. His hand was still on her inner thigh, massaging it gently. "Neetu ji.." said Anwar, sounded upset. "Raj ko
toh smooch mil gaya. Aur Mujhe sirf kiss? Yeh toh galat hai na" "Raj, Anwar, tum dono bohot naughty ho rahe ho.
Raj, apna haath hatao meri jaang se." She said, her voice was turning serious. "Nahi neetuji, abh yeh haath nahi
hattega." Raj said, the massaging had now turned into rough squeezing. "Abh toh yeh aur bhi aage jaayega .." Saying
this, he slid his hand inside his skirt. Before she could protest any further, Anwar turned her face towards him and
placed his lips on her lips. His tounge darted into her hot mouth. Raj's hand had gone where only Joshi had gone
before, inside Neetu's panties. Neetu moaned and groaned as Anwar forcibly smooched her. Anwar's hand was
squeezing her soft belly, his fingers feeling the depth of her navel. Raj on the other hand was pulling her panties off.
Off the TV, Joshi's eyes were glued to the TV set. Neetu was watching too, very embaressed. Joshi had unzipped
his pant and his lund was out in his hand. He turned to Neetu. "Chal.." he said, "Apne pyaare haathon se mere lund
ko massage kar.." Neetu had no options. She wrapped her soft fingers around Joshi's lund, massaging it up and
down softly. On the TV, things were heating up. Raj and Anwar had taken of their shirts. Neetu had become really
horny too. Now Raj was smooching her, squeezing her left boob. Anwar was sucking on her neck and squeezing her
right boob with one hand, and squeezing her milky white thighs with the other hand. In the next few minutes, Neetu's
panties were on the floor. Her skirt was hiked up. Raj was using his fingers furiously over her choot. "Saali kya
garam hai." Said anwar, pulling her tube top down to expose her boobs. His eyes were open wide as he saw her soft
curvy boobs and her slighly brown nipples which were hard and errect. She squeezed her nipple between his fingers
which made her yell "Ouch!" Neetu's eyes were half closed, her breathing was heavy as she enjoyed this ravaging of
her young body. Anwar put his mouth on her right nipple and started sucking it. Raj had now slipped down, between
her legs. He place his head between her thighs. With his hands, he squeezed her soft thighs, and with his tounge, she
slowly licked her warm choot lips. Neetu slid down, lying down on the bed now. Her top down, below her boobs.
Her boobs being squeezed and sucked by Anwar. Her skirt was hiked up, her choot being licked by Raj. Anwar
then got up. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. Sweat dripped down from his forehead onto Neetu's
cleavage. Neetu watched as from Anwar's underwear, emerged his jet black lund. Her mouth opened wide with
shock and awe. It was atleast 9 inches long and 2 inches thick. The head of his lund was shining with precum. Neetu
licked her lip. Down between her thighs, her choot was being licked and smooched by Raj. Anwar curled his fingers
around his lund, stroking it back and forth. "Choosegi?" He asked Neetu, grinning. Neetu nodded her head furiously,
indicating that she was hungry for his lund. He obliged, placing it on her lips. Neetu kissed it, and within a second,
wrapped her lips around its head. Anwar groaned, as he pushed his cock further deep into her mouth. "Saali kya
choosti hai yaar.." he groaned. Neetu moaned softly, her tounge rolling all over his thick black cock. By then, Raj got
up, unzipped his pant too. Off the Tv, Joshi's cock was throbbing hard. Neetu's hand was aching as she kept
massaging it. Without saying a word, Joshi put his hand on her head and pulled her closer to his lund. She gave in,
opening her mouth, wrapping her lips around her husbands salty wet lund. On the TV, Neetu was now sitting on the
bed. Anwar was kneeling on her right, Raj was kneeling on her left. Both were rubbing their lunds on her soft cheeks
as she just moaned like a horny slut. She was squeezing her own nipples as they were rubbing their lunds on her
pretty face. They kept rubbing their dirty cocks on her face like that for quite a few minutes. Finally, Anwar held her
chin, and forced his lund inside her mouth. "Choos saali.." Said Raj. "Acche se choos Anwar ka lund. Neetu raised
her hand and grabbed Raj's cock. She kept massaging Raj's cock with her soft fingers, and Anwar's lund with her
warm mouth. With her other hand, she cupped Anwar's balls. What a sight it was for Mr. Joshi to see. His lovely
young new wife playing with two stranger's lunds like a sexy slut. Now, she was alternating between Raj and
Anwar's lund. She would suck Anwar's lund for a few seconds, and then Raj. Then again Anwar's, then again Raj.
This went on for a while as her mouth kept alternating between the two lunds. By the end of it, her mouth, her lips,
her chin were all soaking wet with precum and saliva. "Anwar.." said Raj, panting. "Tu iski gaand lega, ya choot?"
"Mujhe toh iski gaand maarni hai." Said Anwar, holding his own lund in his hand. It was wet and glistening. Neetu
had stopped sucking and was just sitting there, breathing heavily and listening to the two men discussing which of her
hole do they want to fuck. "Theek hai." Said Raj. "Tu gaand maar..mein saali ki choot chodunga." "Tum dono.." Said
Neetu, for the firs time in a long time "saath mein hi.." "Haan meri Rani." Said Raj. "Aaj tere dono khadde saath mein
chudenge." Saying this, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She was now kneeling along with them. Anwar took
off whatever clothing was left on her body till she was bare nangi on their bed. Raj lied down on the bed. Anwar
grabbed her hair, and pushed her on top of Raj. She positioned herself on top of Raj, her boobs facing him, his lund
grazing against her choot. Raj cupped her boobs and gave them a solid squeeze. She squealed, her hand grabbing
his cock, placing it between her choot lips. And with one quick thrust, Raj's cock was inside her pussy. She closed
her eyes and fell on top of him, her boobs crushed on his chest. He put his arms around her, squeezing her tight as he
moved his rock hard lund in and out of her pussy. "Bohot tight hai yaar.." Raj grunted as his lund was enjoying the
tightness and warmth of Neetu's pussy. Neetu was also enjoying the feeling of a new young lund in her choot. As Raj
kept fucking her pussy, Neetu felt Anwar's hands on her gaand. She looked behind. Anwar had a beastly look on his
face. He was sweating profously as his hands squeezed her soft gaand for a few seconds. He was rubbing his lund
on the entrance of her gaand. "Aaah..please. ..aah..dheere se Anwar.." she said in between moans that rose with
every thrust of Raj's cock. Anwar laughed. He signalled Raj to stop thrusting. It was time for him to enter. He took
a deep breath, placed his lund on Neetu's asshole. He spit on his own lund a couple of times for lubrication. With his
hand, he spread the lubrication on his lund, and then, without wasting no time, pushed as hard as he good.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI IIIIIIYEEEEEEE! !!" Neetu screemed. "Uuuuii!! Aaram se kameenay!" She kept
yelling. Anwar's cock was inside. "Aaaaaaah!" He groaned. His cock was getting squeezed royally between her
gaand. He slowly started pulling it out. But before it could come out completely, it thrust it back inside. Neetu was
in pain. Tears were on the edge of her eyes. Raj couldn't hold any longer and started fucking her again. Off the TV,
Joshi looked at Neetu. Her eyes were glued to the TV, and her lips seemed to be glued to his cock. Joshi's hand
reached for the hem of her nighty. He pulled it up, leaned forward to examine her gaand. It was read. He pushed her
panties aside to see the soreness of her asshole. Back on the TV, Neetu was now sandwhiched between Anwar and
Raj. Anwar on top, fucking her ass, Raj below her, fucking her pussy. Her tiny petite body jammed between the two
horny men as the room was filled with their moans and grunts. "Zor se..zor se.." Neetu kept saying. " Chodo..please.
.aur zor se." "Saali...jawaan lund ka mazaa le rahi hai acche se." Said Raj. He didn't have to do much. Everytime Raj
thrust his lund in and out of her tight gaand, her choot would also engulf Raj's lund. It was a sight to see. Her young
body being ravaged like this. It went on for a while. "Abh meri baari " Said Raj. Anwar stopped, slowly pulled his
cock out of her gaand. He slapped her gaand a couple of times with his cock. He then part her ass cheeks. Her
gaand hole was gaping, sore and red. He grabbed her hair. "Chal ghoom" said Raj from beneath. Her choot let go
of his cock. She waited for a couple of seconds to catch up with her breath. Then she turned around, now facing
Anwar. Her back facing Raj. Raj pulled her down from behind. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling the
smoothness of her back on his chest. This time, She helped his lund enter her ass. Anwar wasted no time. As soon
as Raj's lund had just found the entrance to her gaand, Anwar placed his cock between her choot lips and pushed it
inside. The tables had turned. Now it was lucky Raj enjoying her tight gaand while Anwar kept pumping in and out
of her choot. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! aaaaah!! Fuck!!!" is all Neetu could be heard screaming. The pumping was
getting vigorous. There were a couple of times that Neetu yelled a long moan indicating that she had come.

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But the
boys kept pumping on, the loud squishing of their cocks in her holes loud and clear. They kept pounding her harder
and harder. "OOOooooooooooohhh fuck!!!" yelled Raj. "Niklaaaaaa. ..." And with this, he came, right inside her
gaand. Neetu felt the sticking cum filling up inside her gaand. At the same time, with a loud grunt and the hardest
thrust ever, Anwar started coming too. Neetu just moaned as both her foles were being filled with cream. Off the TV,
Joshi was spraying globs and globs of hot thick cum right into Neetu's mouth. He held her head, making sure that she
swallowed each and every drop that came out of his lund. On the TV, the three of them were moaning, grunting,
sighing as their sweaty bodies were feeling the excitement of sex. Off the TV, Joshi finally let Neetu get up. She was
breathing heavy. She had just swallowed each and every drop of Joshi's cum and was breathing heavily as she
looked Joshi's face. Joshi was still engrossed in what was going on the TV. Joshi kept watching the video for a while.
On TV, session number three was going on. Off the TV, Neetu was in the bathtub filled with hot water, relaxing. Joshi
kept watching the TV as the end of session number three between Neetu and her two lovers was coming to an end.
Raj and Anwar hand picked up Neetu's pantie off the floor and were now cumming in her panties as Neetu held her
panties in her hand while they ejaculated on it. Drop of thick cum dripped from their cock onto Neetu's panty. Once
they were done, Neetu giggled, and started wearing the cum soaked panties. They made her walk around the room
for a few minutes in those cum soaked panties and laughed. Neetu kept giggling all through. The video finally ended.
Joshi switched off the TV and the camera and sat there on the bed, quiet. After a while, when Neetu came out of the
bathroom, she saw Joshi sound asleep, probably tired. The honeymoon went on for 3 more days. Joshi fucked
Neetu in every way possible. Things kept getting wilder and wilder. Joshi would use the filthiest language in bed with
Neetu. Sometimes, he would make Neetu use dirty language too. He also sent her to Raj and Anwar's room once
for another session, with the camera of course to make sure that he saw everything on tape. By the end of the
honeymoon, he had 6 hours worth of recording of Neetu's sex sessions with Raj and Anwar. The honeymoon
ended. The couple came back to India. Joshi got busy with work again. But every night, he fucked Neetu very hard
before going to bed. It is now two years since they've been married. Mr. Joshi doesn't fuck Neetu as often as he
used to in the beginning. Their sex sessions are now limited to 2-3 times a week. But he knows that his young wife
has more needs. So once a while, Joshi would get a new man to fuck his young wife. Sometimes he gets a friend,
sometimes his business partners. Sometimes he even lets her ex boyfriend come home and fuck her. Neetu has had
many different lunds. And now, Joshi doesn't record videos. He himself sits and watches, as other men come and
enjoy his young wife's body, covering her in their cum.
Beautyful Jyoti and Harami Tailor
Due to my fascination and attraction with female body, I became a ladies tailor and opened a shop in a garrage in a
upper middle class society in south delhi. First few days, I was very gentleman like with all my customers. As I was
new, most of the time young ladies and girls were accompanied by their husbands or mothers or other relatives. I
used to take measurements in hurry without making any bold moves. Very soon I won over the confidence of the
society there. All these days, I was really attracted by 3 ladies, Jyoti(36-24- 36), Sonia(38-28- 28) and Narayani(34-
24-36). Narayani was the only unmarried. All 3 of them were very fair and with wonderful silky skin. I wanted to
play with all 3 of them sometime or the other.
One day Jyoti came for a new blouse stitching. She was alone and looking gorgeous in pink saree and pink blouse
which was stitched by me 2 months back. This time the blouse cloth was black. I said "Madam, let me use the same
measurements as I used for this pink blouse (looking at her chest)". She said "No, please take a new measurement
as this has gone tight". I said "OK Madam, please come inside". As soon as she entered, I pulled the curtain. As the
garrage is small, there is not much room for 2 people with all the clothes and machine. She was standing very close
to me facing me. I could smell her lovely perfume and was already hard inside. I said "Madam, Pallu nikaliye". Wow,
the boobs were jutting out from the blouse as the blouse was really tight and a bit of cleavage was also visible. I said
"Yes this is really tight. I am sorry I didnt make it right last time (still looking at her melons)". She said "No Masterjee,
its not your fault. It was OK 2 months back". Saying this she smiled slightly in embarassement. I said "OK Madam,
please spread your hands".
As I bent forward to take my measurement tape to her back, first time in this society I made a bold move and
pressed my chest hard against her chest. As I came back and saw her face, she was looking nervous and looking
upwards. I was really scared as to how would my move be taken by her. I delicately pressed the tape on her melons
and said "Madam, it is 37 now and last time it was 36". She didnt say anything. I wanted her to speak so that I could
judge how is she feeling. When I took the measurement of her chest under the breast, she still stood silently looking
upwards. I asked "Madam, shall I keep the sleeves and neck like before". She said "What do you suggest, Masterjee".
I was relieved that she was normal and infact got very happy that she was asking for my views. I wanted to use this
oppotunity to the maximum so that this lovely looking Jyoti opens up with me a little. I said "Madam, sleeveless with
deep back will really look nice". She asked "why?". Showing artificial shyness and a bit of smile I said "Madam, your
sking is very fair and silky and with black blouse it will show up very well with deep neck and sleeveless". I expected
her to blush and she did. But said "OK but keep the front neck high and not deep". I wanted to continue this
discussion so gathered courage and asked "Why Madam, with deep back front would also look better if its deep".
She said "No my husband would not like it". Saying this she picked up her pallu and turned towards the curtain. I
said "OK" and while pulling the curtain open for her to go I brushed my crouch slightly with her lovely ass to give her
a bit of my hardness. With my experiences with Mamta and Sweety, I knew ladies generally like some of these
unintentional looking advances by people they know a bit.
As Jyoti was going out of the door, I noticed some nervousness in her walk. She turned to face my counter and said
"Masterjee, When should I come to collect". I said "Madam, it will take a week at least". Jyoti said "No masterjee,
I need it tomorrow only". I also wanted to see her soon but still showing no eagerness from my side, I said "Madam,
tomorrow is very tough and I will have to annoy someone to give it to you tomorrow". This time I looked at her chest
while she was looking in my eyes. I wanted her to know that I like her melons and also wanted to see how she reacts
at my open and bold glance. She didnt feel bad at my glance on her boobs and said "Please masterjee, I need it
tomorrow for a party in the evening". I smiled looked in her eyes and then looking at her chest again and said "OK
Madam, let me see what can I do for you". She said "Thanks masterjee, please try you best" and gave me a
wonderful smile. She turned and walked away swaying her wonderful back. I kept staring at her. I wanted to see her
boobs again so deliberately called her "Madam, just a minute". She turned and started walking back to me. All this
time I kept staring at her face, chest, waist and pubic areawhich were looking great during the walk. In between she
also looked at me but I kept staring at her juicy areas. I wanted her to know that I am doing it and see how she reacts
when she talks to me. As she came near to counter, looking at her eyes, chest and pubic area, I said "Madam, give
me your number so that I can let you know the status tomorrow". I had the number already but I wanted to see her
more and her reaction to my open glances. She smiled and said "what Materjee, I gave you the number last time" I
said "OK I will check my records". But she said "anyways take it now also". She gave me her number. All this while
I purposely made attempts to look at her juicy areas. I was really getting excited as she was making no attempts to
show me her discomfort. I gathered more courage and said "Madam, I really feel deep neck would suit you better".
She was kind of surprised by my unexpected untimely comment but smiled and said "Masterjee, I know but my
husband may not like it". I said "Madam, I will do it in such a way that he will not notice it much. If you come inside
for a moment, I will show you exactly how much deep I am talking about". I was a young and handsome man so
knew that this lady also is attracted to me but is slightly hesitant and I wanted her to shed this hesitancy a bit today.
I wanted someone like her with whom I could talk dirty and play sex with. She said "OK, please show me soon as
I have work at home". I knew now this cat is almost in my bag.
As she came inside, I pulled the curtain and went near her. I said "Madam, please remove your pallu and let me see
how much you can show your cleavage so that your husband does not notice it but others could". I knew that I was
dropping a bombshell here. If she is really a "sati savitri" type she will object to my this statement and would walk
away from my shop saying she does not need any deep neck. But by now I had some sort of hunch that she would
not. She removed her pallu without saying anything and that gave me enough confidence and jerk in my dick. As she
removed the pallu, her melons, wrapped in white bra and pink blouse, were in front of my eyes and I kept staring at
them without saying anything for some moments. She was also feeling the silence in the shop and felling embarassed
but kept looking down at her melons, trying to avoid eye contact with me. I wanted her to see me looking at her
wonderful chest and navel. She was having droplets of sweat on her forehead. So, I said "Madam, would you like
some water". She said "No masterjee". Now she looked at my eyes and immediately I shifted focus to those melons
and said "Madam, please open the first hook of your blouse as I need to see where your cleavage starts showing".
She opened the first hook and as the blouse was tight, immediately I could see more bulgy portion of her chest and
bit of cleavage too. She lifted her face shyly but I played normal and took my too hands to her upper portion of
blouse and parted them more so that I could see the cleavage clearly. In the process I kept brushing my finger tops
with her boobs and said "Look madam, we will make it deep by 1 inch which will be just enough to show this much
cleavage". While saying this I inserted my forefinger top to the upper portion of her cleavage. She stuttered and
sighed very softly. This was enough for me to hold my patience and I hugged her instantly. She did not revolt
forcefully and melted in my arms withing 2 seconnds.
Jyoti Madam was in my arms, melted. I knew now that this lady will will give me a lot of pleasure in my whole stay
in this society if I play it carefully. So, I decided to milk her juicy body with caution and patience. She had her face
embedded in my chest and arms around me. I was gently massaging her back, feeling her bra straps, feeling her silky
bare waist and then finally reached the firm but soft globes of her ass and started massging them whille pushing them
in towards my fully erect dick. She was liking it as she was adjusting her body as per my actions. I wnated her to
look in my eyes while in my arms so said "Madam, please give me your lips. I want to drink them". She didnt say
anything but didnt raise her head and just noded in "no". She was really feeling shy but was surely enjoying the feeling
of my erect dick in her pubic area as she never tried to get away even after I took my hands away from her ass. I was
afraid that someone might come in the shop and also wanted to leave her high and wet so that she longs for me while
at home, so I said "Madam, someone might come". To my surprise, even after listening this she was not ready to
leave my body both due to shyness and pleasure she was getting I guess.
Now I forcefully lifted her head from my right hand while massaging her ass with my left hand. She closed her eyes.
I said "Jyoti (first time not saying "Madam"), please open your eyes". She opened the eyes for a moment, smiled and
again closed them. I traced her ass crack with my left hand's forfinger and quickly started smooching her. First she
resisted but then opened her lips and allowed me to drink them at my will. I was in heaven. Her melons stuck to my
chest, my mouth dring her lips and my both hands exploring each and every part of her back thru her chiffon saree.
In between I traced the lining of her panty and even pulled the elastic to let her know that I want to do more intimate
things with her. Now throwing caution to the winds and leave scope for future, I separated her from me, lifted her
face from the chin and this time she looked at me with all shy and smile. I said "Jyoti, I will give your blouse
tomorrow, now pick up your pallu". She had totally forgotten that she was in front of me with one button of her
blouse open and pallu down. She embarassingly picked up the pallu and started to go when I said "Madam, please
hook your blouse". She again stopped with her back towards me and started to hook her blouse. At this time, I again
took her in arms from behinnd and said "Madam, you are very beautiful and warm" while starting to kiss her neck.
She was burning even now as I massaged her bare belly. I cupped her melons from behind, one in each hand, and
started massging them gently. She sighed and lifted her head in air in excitement. While keeping my left had to do the
massaging work on her boobs, I traced her front from boobs to her pubic area with my right hand. I stopped at her
mound at pubic area, very gently mnassed there and asked "Madam, I can feel the wetness even above the cloths".
She just sighed and pushed her pubic more towards my probing fingers of right hand. My dick was pressing her ass
globes, my left hand ,assaging her boobs, my lips drinking her neck and cheek, my right hand massaging her choot
and her bothe hands were on the counter doing nothing. I wanted to start talking in my original dirty hindi so I though
this is the right moment to amke the beginning. I said "Jyoti, mast jawani hai teri". She kept silent and kept enjoying
my massages and kisses. I said "Aaj apne husband se chudwate samay mera khayal karna". Listening this she
separated herself hurriedly as she came back in senses suddenly, gathered herself and her saree properly, pulled the
curtain and just walked away quickly without saying anything.
I thought she was really angry with herself and me and kept thinking about the consequences while stitching her
balck blouse thruout that day and night. This was around 8PM when my mobile suddenly rang and it was her. She
said "Babbooji (First time she took my name), I am really sorry for my behaviour today". This was unexpected. She
continued "I am sorry that I ran away suddenly even without saying you a word". I kept silent. She said "I was
nervous and didnt know what I was doing. It will not happen again". I was relieved and said "No problems, Jyotiji".
I said I was stitching your blouse only and it will be ready in an hour. She got very happy with this and said "You
are so nice, I ......." She stopped in between. I didnt force her to complete and asked "When would you come
tomorrow". She said "As there is party in the evening, could you please drop it at my home in the morning". I said
"OK, I will at around 11AM before opening the shop". She said "Thanks". I said "Jyoti-ji, please remember my last
statememnt which I said you before you ran away". She giggled and said "You are very naughty. OK I will try". We
disconnected and I was in heaven.
Next day I reached her house at 11AM and rang the bell. A man opened the door, probably his husband. When I
told that I am the tailor, he called Jyoti and asked me to come in. Jyoti came and I gave the blouse to her. From the
way Jyoti acted with me I knew that it was his husband. As soon as I started to go, her husband said "Jyoti, why dont
you try it now and see if its OK otherwise it might be too late for the party". She said OK and went inside. I kept
waiting while her husband went inside to some other room. She came out and said "Masterjee, its slightly loose from
the bottom side". But she was not wearing the blouse so I asked "Madam, how much loose is it". Her husband came
out and said "Jyoti, why dont you show it to him and I am going out to get some cold drinks for the evening". Before
he left, he asked me to wait while Jyoti went inside to wear the blouse and show it to me. It seems her husband had
too much confidence in her. When Jyoti came out she went to the door and latched it from inside. When she turned
she smiled freely and said "Dekhiye kitna loose hai". She was looking gorgeous in black saree and black blouse. I
went near her looking at eyes and removed her pallu. She didnt say anything. Wow, the view was great. The
cleavage was showing and the bulge of upper boobs was really tempting. Actually the fitting was perfect and it was
not loose at all. I inserted my too fingers from the bottom of the blouse and said "Jyotiji, kahan se loose hai".
By this time, I was jumping with joy and excitement within myself. This beautiful and sexy housewife standing in front
of me, all ready to be seduced by me, the ladies tailor. Her husband has just gone out for some local market and she
is ready for me to explore her. My two fingers were touching the bottom of her boobs thru the bra and she was
looking down trying to avoid eye contact with me. I knew that today the time is short so wanted to cover more
without going into a full session. I traced my fingers all thru her from from first boob to the second one and said
"Jyotiji, its only loose to take my fingers in". She smiled but still kep looking down in shyness. I decided to take
another bold step and took my other hand to his pubic (cunt) area and massaged there gently over the saree and said
"Your blouse is as loose as your this area, just to take my 2 fingers in". She smiled and in a rush hugged me in
shyness. I started massaging her back and fel his ass cheecks and crack at will. Her boobs were pressed deep in my
chest and she was breathing heavy as I was rubbing my Lund into her Cunt and my fingers and palms were probing
is throbbing ass.Jyoti was enjoying the massages of the tailor on her back and was feeling her dick's hardness and
length while she was stuck to his body. Suddenly the doorbell rang and both of them separated in a hurry. Jyoti
gathered herself and her pallu and went to open the door. Tailor opened his bag and started acting to look for
something in it. To the relief of Jyoti, it was her neighbour, Sonia. The tailor eyes got lightened see one of his other
targets. Sonia also noticed Babboo, the tailor. Babboo was staring at her sexy body. 38-28-38. She was wearing a
green saree with a blowse stitched by tailor itself. They were talking in low voice so Babboo could not hear them but
it was sure that Jyoti was explaining Sonia as to why Babboo was here. Babboo was sure that Jyoti did not tell her
anything about their relationship as she was looking normal and left soon.
As soon as Jyoti latched the door again, Babboo while winking his eye said "Jyotiji, please call up your husband and
ask him to bring something important so that he takes another half an hour in the market". Jyoti also smiled and called
her husband and started talking to him. While she was talking to her husband, Babboo came behind her wrapped his
arms around her bare waist and started massging it gently. She hesitated for a while but then became normal and
kept talking to her husband while enjoying the massage of her tailor on her belly. In between, Babboo took his hands
to the bottom of her boobs and massged there also. He was not believing his luck that this fairy angel is in his control
and making a fool of her husband to get seduced by him. Thinking this, he got more excited and not started massging
her cunt area above her saree. She was trying to talk to her husband normally but it was getting more and more
difficult. She kept the phone down while telling her husband that the tailor is waiting for her to give the blouse.
Babboo was really excited and now wanted to come to his dirty hindi whith this cheating wife. He said "Kyon jyotiji,
Gilli ho gayi hai kya". Jyoti didnt say anything but kept her eyes closed while resting her head on his chest and
enjoying his left hand on her cunt and right hand on her belly and boobs. He wanted her to talk while he was talking
dirty. Now he started to massge her boobs and cunt more vigorously and said "Jyotiji, aap bahut mast hain, kya main
aapko 'rani' keh sakta hoon". She nooded her head in affirmation. He smiled and kissed her long neck while
continuing the vigorous massage of her her cunt and boobs and said "Jyoti Rani, Batao na, ab to gilli hui ya nahi".

[shaziya]

She
was trying to act innocent and said in heavy voice "Kya gilli hui?". Babboo was looking for this opportunity only and
said "Aaapki 'Fuddi, yeh jiski main maalish kar raha hoon". He said this while tapping her cunt. Probably she knew
about this word 'Fuddi' as she kept her eyes closed and kept enjoying the massage and taps and just nodded her
head in affirmation.
Babboo was now fully excited and wanted to take her rightaway but he knew it would not be fun doing it in a hurry.
He kept massaging Jyoti's cunt and boobs over her clothes while his fully erected dick was rubbing her ass. She was
breathing very heavy now her hands were wrapped around his neck. She was licking her own lips but kept her eyes
closed. While moving her pubic are with his massage, she finally said something "Oh masterji, what are you doing,
you are driving me crazy, please...... he is about to come back". But the way she was making erotic breathing sounds
and moving her body in rythm with his massage, it was clear that she wanted him to continue. He pressed her right
boob little hard and then slipped the hand inside her blouse and bra to toch her bare boob and started pinching her
nipple and the said "Rani, This is just the beginning, I will show you some other day what can I do with your beautiful
body".
She kept moaning and moving with his massge. She was really liking the touch of his artistic hand on her bare boob
and nipple. She was really wet down there and was about to explode. She said "Babbooji, please leave me for now
else we will be caught". She said this but never made any physical effort to get away from him. He knew she is on the
verge and hence started to massage her cunt more vigorously. He wanted her to explode before her husband comes
back. She made a final big thrud to her body and suddenly turned and hugged him very strongly. She was pressing
her pubic area to his dick and was breathing heavy. Her boobs were giving a wonderful feeling to her chest. He now
started massaging her ass and helped her to feel his dick more by pressing her ass towards him.
When he didnt see her getting separated and being motionless in his arms, still massaging her round ass globes and
in between feeling her panty lines, he asked "Jyotiji, are you ok, please get normal, your husband would come
anytime". Instead of getting apart, she hugged him stronger and just nodded in no. He smiled and said "Jyotiji, I
know you are raining down there, please go and wash yourself before your husband happens to see your panty or
smell your wetness". This had some impact on her. She got separated, gathered herself and her pallu and ran away
to her bedroom and latched from inside. He kept smiling and said "Madam, I am waiting for you to give me the
blouse" and he saeted himself on the sofa again.Jyoti was inside and sine her husband did not arrive yet, Babu
opened the latch of the main door so that her husband does not suspect anything wrong at all whenever he arrives.
After sometime her husband arrived and gave a smile to Babu and called for her wife. Jyoti opened the door and
handing over the blouse to me, she said "Masterji, Could you please bring it back before 5PM today?" Babu said
"OK Madam, I know you have to wear it in the party". Saying this he winked at Jyoti as her husband was busy
keeping the stuff on dining table and was not looking at them. She acted very normal and ignored Babu's naughty
winking and smile.Babu picked up his stuff and went out and winked at Jyoti again when she came after him to latch
the main door.
She was still feeling very very wet from inside and had changed to a new panty which was also getting wet. She had
put her old ove-juice soaked panty in water so that her husband had no chance of seeing or smelling it in its original
form. She was still not believing her that she is getting into this extra-marital sex cum love relationship with this
handsome tailor just after 6 months of her marriage. She was getting well pumped and physically used by his
husband in the night during these 6 months. Even one day had not gone by without having sex with him. Actually
being a housewife and statying at home whole day alone at home was the reason behind getting attracted and
seduced by this handsome and sexy tailor. She was getting into a love kind of relationship with him. She was felling
guilty also about her act and wanted to make it to her husband now. So she decided to try and make love with her
husband right now. She thought it would help her to satisfy her already wet cunt to get wet again and get satisfied.
A Memorable Night in Delhi
My company is sending me to Delhi to train a new girl in the office. I am an administrative assistant and have been
with my company for 14 years and occasionally, when a new girl is hired elsewhere in the country, I am sent to teach
her "the ropes". This is only my third trip out of town in the last two years.
I have been married to Vivek for 16 years and have been completely faithful to him. He is a loving husband and is
very good to me. I know he has had a few affairs, but it doesn't bother me too much since he is so good in all other
ways.
At 36 today I do boast of a killer figure of 36C-28-38, I have round breasts no sag with large pink aeurolas and nice
nipples, an hour of gym every day ensures they stay UP, even my buttocks are round and do not have the least bit of
sag. I have long legs and since I am 5'6" tall I wear only western clothes, I am a good dancer, and a socialite who
drinks wine at parties. I dance with managers and company executives usually foreign nationals because unfortunately
very rarely do I come across a good desi dancer and Inspite of all this I have never strayed and have been a
very faithful, loving and devoted wife.
Our sex life is pretty good, although after 16 years, it has lost some of the spark that it had in the beginning. Vivek
sees to it that I have an orgasm most of the time. (Sometimes I have to fake it.) His main problem is that he usually
gets through too early. He will usually get me off with his finger or mouth.
I am a little apprehensive about flying since I do it so rarely. I am nervous as I take my seat on the plane. I sit next to
the window so that I can see the scenery go by during the flight. A nice looking man takes the isle seat next to me. He
looks about 40 with greying temples, very distinguished. He is wearing a business suit and puts his brief case in the
rack above our seat.
After takeoff, he begins small talk and I enjoy talking with him. His name is Farhad. The time passes fast. We discuss
our jobs, families, and hobbies. I notice him looking at my legs and breasts. I also notice that my blouse has gaped
open and he can see right down to my bra and the tops of my breasts. I can feel myself blush and hope he doesn't
notice. I discretely shift my position so that my blouse closes. I glance at his lap. There is a slight bulge at his crotch.
He asks where I am staying in Delhi.
"Trident Hilton." "The one just north of the airport?" "Yes." "So am I. Want to have dinner tonight?" "I am a happily
married woman." "It's just dinner at the hotel." "Ok, remember, its just dinner. No more." "Ok, meet me in the lobby
at 7:30." "Ok"
When I check into the hotel, I go to my room and lay on the bed and relax a few minutes before I have to get ready
for dinner. In the shower I pay special attention to my breasts and wash them very carefully and tenderly, thinking
back to this afternoon and thinking of Farhad looking at them. I am wondering if he would like to be here washing
them for me. I massage them and squeeze them. My soapy right hand moves down to my pussy and begins to wash
there as I think about Farhad and fantasizing about him in the shower with me.
"Settle down, girl, you're a married woman and thoughts like this can get you into trouble", I thought to myself.
I finish my shower and dry off. I step out of the bathroom. There is a full length mirror on the closet door and I stop
to look at myself. I don't look too bad for a 36 year old woman. My breasts stand out the nipples are perky and I
still have a small waist and my legs look well shaped creamy thighs joining in a triangle to a well trimmed pubic area.
My shoulder length brown hair looks good tonight also. I think I look good tonight. I feel good about myself.
As I carefully put on my makeup, looking at myself in the mirror, I begin to feel very sexy. I am looking forward to
having a good time tonight. Somehow being away from my husband is giving me all naughty thoughts. I decided to
dress sexy. Although there would be no sex tonight, it has been a long time since I tried to turn a man on and I wanted
to try it tonight.
I put on a skirt and blouse. The skirt is grey mid-calf length and the blouse is white silk. As I look at myself in the
mirror again, I give myself the final inspection, I can barely see my bra through the thin blouse. A thought struck me!
Why not! I take off the blouse and bra and put the blouse back on. Back to the mirror. My nipples showed just a
little. Vivek had tried to get me to go braless several times during our marriage, and I did a few times, but never with
a blouse this thin. The times I did go braless, I felt very uncomfortable. Tonight is different. I am in a strange city and
will see no one I knew. I leave the top two buttons unfastened. This is not like me at all, but it is exciting.
I meet Farhad in the lobby at 7:30 p.m.. As I walk toward him, I can feel my braless breasts bounce underneath my
shear blouse with each step I take. I can tell that he notices. He is wearing a dark suit, white shirt, and red tie. He
looks like the vice-president he is.
We have a glass of wine before dinner and another during and another after. I usually don't drink more than two and
am feeling a little tipsy. Farhad can't keep his eyes off my breasts. It makes me feel very desirable.
"They have a live band in the bar here at the hotel. Would you like to go in for a drink?"
"No, I have to get up early and I have had more drinks than I need already.", I answer.
"Just one drink and a dance or two."
"Ok, just one drink, then I must go to bed."
We leave the dining room and go to the bar and find a table in the back of the room. The band is playing slow
numbers from old RajKapoor films, something like Brian Silas. We order more wine and Farhad takes my hand and
holds it. I feel like a teenage girl. I am having fun. It is very romantic. The band begins to play a slow song and Farhad
asks me to dance.(Aaja sanam madhur chandini mein hum ........)
When we get to the dance floor, Farhad takes me in his arms and holds me close to him. My breasts press into his
chest. I know he can feel it. I lay my head against his chest. He can really dance well. In a few minutes, I feel him
beginning to get hard and pressing against my pubic bone. His chest is massaging my breast. I am beginning to get
turned on.Suddenly I notice that I have pressed my pubic bone against his member. I hadn't even noticed when I did
it!
After the dance we return to our table and finish our wine and have one more dance. This time while he holds me
close, Farhad's hand finds its way all the way around my back, under my arm and presses against the edge of my
breast. His other hand begins to work it's way to my ass.
"Farhad", I say firmly. He moves the hand away from my ass, but doesn't move the one near my breast. Again he is
hard and my pubic bone presses against his throbbing member. I feel wet between my legs. My head is against his
chest and I am breathing harder. He holds me tighter and our bodies seem to melt together.
After the dance, we leave the bar. "I will walk you to your room", he offers.
"Just to the door", I caution him. I can tell he is turned on and if I let him into my room, it will become a wrestling
match.
My room is on the fourth floor. When we get on the elevator, Farhad takes me in his arms and kisses me.
"Farhad", I again say it firmly. "I like you and you are a very nice man. I have had a wonderful time tonight, but I will
not cheat on my husband."
The elevator reaches the fourth floor and the doors open. We walk hand in hand to my room. We get to the door. I
turn to him.
"Thank you for dinner. It was a fun night."
He puts his arms around me and kisses me again. This time I can't resist returning his kiss. His hand finds my braless
left breast and firmly squeezes it through my thin silk blouse. "Sssssssss ............ . aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh hh !!!" I
suck in my breath. No man has put his hand on my breast in years. My panties get wet again. It feels SO GOOD the
way he caresses my breast. I have not felt this way in a long time. His other hand lifts my skirt to mid thigh and finds
its way to my panties. He presses his finger against my wet panties and begins tracing the outline of my hot tingling
lips. Without realizing it, I spread my legs slightly. He finds my throbbing clit. My knees start trembling. I begin to
pant.
"Oooohhhhh!. ....Nooo. ... Farhad ...... Please stop...... stop .......... someone will see us."
"Let's go inside your room."
"I would love.......to make love to you........but I can't....I have never made love........ .to anyone but my husband."
I can hardly talk, I am so excited. I can't breathe.
He continues feeling my breast and rubbing my clit. I am loosing control. His finger slips under my panties and finds
my hot wet hole. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ....... yesssssssssssss ........... ssssssssssssssso gggggggggoooooooooo d
....... !!!! " I moan . The finger gently slides inside with a squish and feels incredible. I think maybe I should take him
into my room.
At that moment a door opens down the hall and brings us back to reality. He quickly removes his hands and I
straighten my clothes. A man comes out of the door and walks down the hall in our direction. I know I look flushed.
I immediately unlock my door and step inside.
"Thanks again for a wonderful night, Farhad." I close the door before he can answer and before he can enter the
room. Safe at last! I dress for bed and turn out the light. As I lay in the bed, I think back over the night.
"You dummy, why didn't you let him in! I'll bet he is a great lover!
You will probably never have a chance like this again!" I am really giving myself a rough time.
The phone rings and shakes me out of my thoughts. Who could be calling this time of night? I answer. It is Farhad.
"Can I come to your room and talk?"
"Only talk?"
"Yes"
"I don't think so, Farhad. I am too weak right now. It will just lead to other things."
"Ok, sorry to bother you."
After he hangs, up I begin thinking to myself again. "You are a super stupid woman now! That was your last chance!
You will never see him again!"
There is a knock on my door. I put on my robe and look though the peep hole. It is Farhad. I am glad to see him as
I open the door.
"Let's talk."
"Ok, come on in."
We sit on the end of the bed and begin talking about my reasons for not having sex. I have never had sex with anyone
other than Vivek. If I did have sex, it would be someone I knew and cared for. I had only known Farhad less than
12 hours. If we have sex tonight, it would not be "making love". It would only be FUCKING. Plain and simple.
When I was growing up, nice girls didn't FUCK. They petted with someone they were "going steady with" and
loved.
Farhad said he understood my feelings completely. He then said that I may never have another chance to have sex
with anyone else and that no one should go through life without experiencing sex with more than one person. The
more he talked, the more sense he made. He reminds me that Vivek has had affairs and I would be fair for me to
experience one also. It would not be cheating.
"But, Farhad, it would still just be FUCKING."
"That's right."
He then puts his arm around me and kisses me. I kiss back. We lay back on the bed. He unties the belt on my robe
and pushes the robe aside. His hand slides inside my gown and caresses my breast. He squeezes it gently. We are
both starting to breath deeper. He plays with my nipple. I haven't felt this much like a woman in years! He pulls my
gown down over my shoulders, exposing my milk white breasts. He looks at my breasts and I can tell he likes what
he sees. My heart begins to race. Breathing is difficult. I am laying on a bed in a hotel room showing my naked
breasts to a stranger. He takes a nipple in his mouth and begins to suck. GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD! His tongue
runs circles around my hard pink nipple.
"Ooooohhhhhhh! ", I moan out loud. I put my hand in the top of his pants and find his hard penis. My fingers encircle
it. It is huge. I don't know if I will be able to take it inside me. His hips begin to move.
He stands up at the end of the bed and pulls me to a standing position. He raises my arms up and pulls my gown over
my head. He then turns me around and backs me up to him and puts his arms around me. Each hand finds a tit and
squeezes. I look into the full length mirror and see this strange man playing with my tits. The only thing I have on is a
pair of white bikini panties. WHAT A TURN ON! He squeezes my tits, pulls and twists my nipples. I am tingling all
over. He turns me around again. He gets on his knees in front of me and slides my white bikini panties to the floor. I
step out of them.
"ring....... ......... .ring.... ......... ....ring. ......... ....ring"
Hello!! Ma'am call from Mumbai ,
I gasp and take the phone, it is Vivek, enquiring about my well being I talk to him ..... meanwhile Farhad rubs my legs
from my ankles, up to my calves, over my thighs and then caresses my pussy lips. I bite my finger to stop from
screaming, my voice trembles as Farhad slides a finger into my very hot pussy and moves it in and out. Vivek asks
if I am all right and I tell him that I am just tired, My heart is racing again! He then slides another finger inside, then
another. I can't get my breath! His other hand finds my clit and begins massaging. I say goodnight and bang the
phone down ...
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh ! ........ oooooohhhhhhhhhhh! ............ .. yessssssssssssssss ......."
He kisses my pubic triangle. I put my hands on his head. His tongue finds the crack between my wet pussy lips. I
spread my legs to give him easier access to my most private area. His tongue reaches my clit and tweaks it. My
knees get weak and begin to tremble. He sucks my clit into his mouth. I look into the mirror to get a better view of
this strange man on his knees sucking my pussy.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh h! ............ FFFFFFFFFARHAD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE
..... I AM GOING CRAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZYY YYYYYYY .......... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH
HHHHHHHHHH" , I thrust my pussy into his face. I loose all inhibition. "Stand up", I say.
When he stands up, I unbutton his shirt and slide if off his shoulders. I kneel in front of him and unfasten his belt and
unzip his pants and let them fall to the floor. My hand rubs his mota cock through his white briefs. I rub his hairy
thighs. I slide my hand under the elastic waste band and slide his briefs to the floor. His hard cock stands straight out
pointing at my face. It is magnificent. It must be 8 inches long and very big around with a big purple head and small
pink lips.. I have not seen many cocks, but this must be the most beautiful cock in the world. I gently take it in my
hand and slide my hand up and down the length of his shaft.
I want to take it in my mouth, but I am afraid. I have only sucked one cock in my life. Farhad puts his hands on my
head and moves my head closer to this monster. I kiss the head lightly. I move my mouth down the shaft and kiss the
sides of this magnificent member. Farhad uses a little more force with his hands and moves my head back in front of
his cock and pushes it against my mouth. I open my mouth and he slowly inches in inside. His taste is different than
Vivek's. He doesn't taste bad at all. As a matter of fact, he tastes real good. I think my heart will burst out of my
chest. Soon the whole head is inside my mouth and I suck and move my head back and forth. It feels strange having
someone else's cock in my mouth. Farhad puts more pressure on my head with his hands and his cock moves to the
back of my mouth. I have to fight not to gag. Now it is going in even deeper. I move my head back some to get my
breath. I suck hard, hoping he will not want it to go in deeper. Farhad is moaning.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh! ....... Nishaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aa .... Oooooohhhhhhh ....... you lovely Princessssssss .....
ssssssuck meee!"
He likes it! I take as much as I can into my mouth. I only manage to get about half of it's length inside. I continue to
move my head back to the tip and then back as deep as I can go. I suck enthusiastically. One time when I am going
as deep as I can, Farhad presses my head and the entire length goes down my throat! I can't breath! I move my head
back to take a breath then he pushes it back down again. This time it was easier. I didn't know I could take a cock
so far down my throat. I feel Farhad's knees begin to tremble. I can tell he is about ready to cum. I am not ready for
this to happen so I quit sucking his cock and take one of his hairy balls into my mouth and suck.
I stand up and walk over to the bed and lay down. He lays beside me and we kiss again. I can feel his fingers probing
around my pussy lips. I reach down and take his still hard cock in my hand. I pump up and down. I then move my
hand to his balls and cup them and squeeze gently. He sucks on my hard pink nipple. We are both now out of
control. It is very hot in the room. He moves down between my legs and his tongue finds the opening of my pussy
and he sticks it inside and then licks between my inner lips. He sucks my clit into his mouth and I go wild with
excitement.
Farhad then gets on all fours with his huge cock pointing straight down. I lay under him and take that magnificent
member into my mouth and begin sucking the head once again. I play with his balls tickling and milking them gently.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh hh! ....... Neeeeeeeeeeessssssh hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaa aaaaa"
In a few minutes, I am on all fours and Farhad is under me sucking my tits. First one then the other. I am just there
on all fours, with my tits hanging down getting sucked like a cow. It feels incredible! He begins to rub my pussy while
he is still sucking and I go crazy!
Farhad stops and lays me on my back and gets over me. At last, We are going to do it.
He straddles me on all fours and looks downat me. "What do you want me to do now?", he asks.
"I want you to put it inside me."
"You mean that you want me to fuck you."
"Yes, I want you to fuck me ." I whisper
"Well, you must ask me nice."
"Please don't tease me. Fuck me. Please, Farhad, Please fuck me."I look into his eyes with pure lust and plead
I spread my legs wide to make it easy for him to enter me. He lowers himself on me and I take his hard cock in my
hand and guide it to my waiting pussy. It touches my opening and he stops. He rubs it up and down the folds of my
dripping pussy and engorged clitoris making me shudder again and again with excitement.
"Please, Farhad, I really want you to fuck me." I whisper and beg.
He slowly eases his huge cock into my very hot pussy
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HH .... YESSSSSSSSSSS .... RRRRRRRRAAAAAAJJJJJ JJAAAAAAAA
......... YOU ARE SSSSSSSOOOOOOOOO GGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDD DDDDD ...... FFFFFFFFUCK
MEEEEEEEEEEE ...... !!!!!!" He pumps up and down. I just can't describe how good it feels to have this strange
cock pumping my pussy. My pussy has never been filled this full before.
"Play with your tits."
I take a tit in each hand and massage them. I usually don't get a thrill out of playing with my own tits, but this man
watching me play with them while he fucks me really turns me on!
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH HHH ......OOOOOOOOOOHHH HHHHHH ........ AAAAAHHHHHHHH
.... SSSSSSSS AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH ..... MMMMMMMMMM .....HHHHHHHHHHO .....
GGGGGGGGAYYYYA ... RRRRRAAAJJJAAA. ...!" I cum almost immediately. I didn't want to cum so fast
because I didn't want it to be over. Farhad continues to pump my pussy. The excitement returns after only a very few
seconds. I begin to be turned on again. Farhad pulls his cock out of me.
"Please don't stop. I want to cum again!"

[shaziya]

"Suck my cock for a little while."
I don't like to suck cocks after they have been inside me, but Farhad is now sitting on my chest with his knees on
each side of my head.
"Noooomhmhmhmhfffff ffff."
When I open my mouth to say "no", he put his wet cock inside my mouth. I suck. I can taste my pussy juice and suck
it all off his cock.
He pulls out of my mouth and rolls me over on my stomach and lifts my ass in the air. He slides his cock into my pussy
and fucks me doggie style. He reaches down with his hand and plays with my ass hole.
"No, please don't do that."
Vivek tries to play with my ass hole sometimes and I never let him. I just don't like it. Farhad continues to play with
it. He slides his hand down to my pussy to get his finger wet then slides this thumb into my ass!
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ............ MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA ........ "
I cum for the second time. I just know it will be over now. He reaches around me and puts a hand on each tit and
raises me upright so that we are both on our knees. He is behind me fucking me and playing with both tits. I am
excited again already. I have never cum two times in one night. And this night is still here and we are still fucking.
Farhad stops and suggests we stand beside the bed. He stands behind me and I bend over the bed and spread my
legs. He enters me from behind again. Farhad is beginning to get tired. He stands still and I do the pumping I look up
at the mirror on the wall next to the bed and watch myself fuck this man I didn't even know a few hours ago! This is
not at all like me. It is very exciting. I can't get my breath.
"I want....to get......on top."
Farhad lays on the bed on his back and I straddle him and guide his cock back home into my burning pussy. I pump
as hard and fast as I can. I again look in the mirror and watch myself fuck this man. Each time I ram down on his
cock, his pubic bone hits my clit. Farhad reaches up and plays with my tits. I bend over and let his suck on them. The
instant that he sucks a pink nipple into his mouth, I cum for the third time.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ...... YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAA AAA ......
UUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM MMM!!!"
I lay on my back and Farhad puts my legs on his shoulders and fucks me again. I am too tired to move. I have cum
three times and Farhad has been in my room 3 hours now.
"I want to cum in your mouth."
"Ok, let me suck your tired cock."
Farhad again straddles my head and I can taste my pussy juice on his cock. I suck it and he fucks my mouth, moving
his huge cock in and out. I get an idea. I put my fingers in my pussy to lubricate them good. Then I put my finger in
his ass hole. I have never done that to anyone before and it feels strange inside. I slide it in and out....in and out.
Farhad begins to tremble. I know he is about to cum. I feel his huge cock swell even bigger than before. Now it is
pumping a salty tasting liquid into my mouth. I usually don't swallow, but my mouth is filling up and I have to. I'm glad
I did swallow. That means I don't have to get up to spit.
We lay in each others arms, naked on my bed, too tired to move. I drift off to sleep.
"ring....... ......... .ring.... ......... ....ring. ......... ....ring"
The phone. I answer it.
"Good morning, madam. This is your wake up call. It is 6 a.m."
I look around. Farhad is gone. He slipped out during the night. I don't even know his last name. I don't know his
room number. I have no way to get in touch with him again. It's just as well. Vivek calls me around 7 a.m and we talk
for sometime, he asks me how was the night and if I missed him, I told him that I just saw some TV and went to bed
and that I was remembering him and missing him throughout the night. Then I got dressed and was ready for work.
Before leaving the hotel room I looked at the crumpled sheets on the bed and thought ............ ......... ......... WHAT
A NIGHT!!! I WILL REMEMBER IT ALWAYS!!!!


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