Tasneem, You Make Me Smile

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I was working as a contract computer
trainer at a really small, Muslim-
family-owned company. I was 27,
recently separated, and a bit lost at
times.

Tasneem was a member of the family

that owned the business. She was
youthful, cute and full of energy and
smiles.

Where I live, Muslim families cover

the full spectrum from very
conservatively dressed (think women
fully covered, including gloves and
gauze over the eye slits of their
headscarves) through to "modern",
"Westernised" women who don't
even wear headscarves on important
religious days.

Tasneem was kind of in the middle of

this spectrum. She wore a
lightweight black robe over her
normal clothes, and a headscarf at
all times, but with her face fully
exposed.

And what a face it was!

She had beautiful golden-brown skin,

with strong features - dark eyebrows
(I am such a sucker for dark
eyebrows, go figure), full, pouty lips,
and a delicate jaw line.

On the few occasions I had spoken

with her, I had enjoyed her easy-
going nature. Mostly I watched her
from afar, watched her drinking in
the flirtatious attention of the boys
that hung around her.

One day I got to the office early, to

find it locked, and only Tasneem
waiting in the corridor outside. We
chatted, about nothing in particular,
with me simply enjoying her
animated face, and wanting so, so
much to gently bite her pouty lower
lip. The tension in me was building
moment by moment, until I just had
to release it somehow.

I took a momentary lull in our

conversation to look her in the eye
and say, "You are really beautiful,
and I would love to kiss you!".
Her eyes widened, and she burst out
laughing - the kind of laugh that is a
mixture of surprise and delight, not
one of derision (thankfully!).

I waited, breathless to see her

further response, imagining/hoping
that she would leap into my embrace
and give herself over to the moment.

She paused, and then said softly,

"Thank you. I have never been
kissed, and I am going to wait for
someone I am in love with.".

At that point I felt really tender

towards her, said "OK. I
understand..." but I couldn't resist,
and added "Are you sure?" and
grinned.
She laughed and nodded, and that
was the end of that. I still saw her
every now and then, and smiled at
her the smile of someone loving her
from afar.

Several months passed. Once I was

catching the lift down to the ground
floor, and so was she. We were alone
in the lift. I just looked at her,
enjoying her face, and not making
any attempt to hide it.

I always find that furtively looking at

someone feels creepy. On the other
hand, I love those few moments I
have experienced where I can be
honest about my attraction without
it being awkward for the woman -
this was one of those times.
She looked at me curiously and
asked, "Do you still want to kiss
me?" I grinned like an idiot and
nodded my head vigorously.

She just gave a small nod of

acknowledgement, and with
impeccable timing, the doors
opened, and she swept gracefully
out into the concourse.
"Aaaaarrrrgghhh!!"

A few days later, the same situation

occurred, just the two of us in the
lift. I could see the tension in her
shoulders as she stepped in and
heard her take a deep breath. I
turned towards her, about to ask her
if she was alright, when she stepped
right into my space, looked up at me
and said "OK".
I was so tempted to rush this, given
that we only had 20 seconds or so
until the lift stopped, but I found a
calm settling over me. I placed my
hands on her hips, slid them gently
up her back, and drew her towards
me. I brushed my lips over hers,
savouring her soft, full mouth, and
then gently bit her lower lip.

Her response was electrifying! She

moaned into my mouth, pressed her
body tightly against mine from head
to chest to groin to thigh, and leaned
in for a hungrier kiss. Ding! The lift
door warning sounded, and we
pulled apart, very mindful of the
need for a "proper Muslim girl" not
to be caught snogging in a lift!

We stepped out, both gasping for air

and in a daze. We looked at each
other and started laughing! She said
"I have to go!" and I said "I'll be
riding that lift up and down all day
tomorrow, if you are interested." She
touched her fingers to her lips,
turned and walked off.

The next day, as I left the office, I

noticed Tasneem grab her things and
follow me out. We were careful not
to make eye contact, or walk to
close, given that we were
surrounded by her family members!

When we got to the lifts, without

looking at her, I asked her if she
wanted more that 20 seconds. In
response, she lightly grasped my
fingers. I drew her away from the
lifts, and up the nearby staircase,
which only led to the lift machine
room.
Soon we were standing on a
darkened landing, breathing each
other in, and waiting. We started as
we had the day before, with soft
exploratory kisses, my hands on her
shoulder blades, and hers on my
biceps.

Soon we were open mouthed, with

questing tongues, and bodies
rubbing up against one another. My
hands moved all over her back,
sliding over the sheer material of her
black robe. I traced the lines of her
neck and shoulders, ran my hands
over her waist, and then slid my
hands onto her curvy tight ass and
pulled her hard against my straining
cock.
"Oh! I love this! I didn't know..." she
whispered in my ear. Then she drew
away, slipped silently down the
stairs, and went back to work. I
waited for my cock to subside, and
my breathing to return to normal,
and then went on my way home,
stunned at the passionate intensity
of someone I assumed would be
repressed and disempowered -
clearly, I needed to update my
notions of the personalities
"underneath" the robes of Muslim
women.

We grabbed a few more moments

like these over the next few weeks,
but it was getting harder and harder
to break away. We wanted more!

As I was getting in my car in the

parking lot, I heard "Pssst!" and
looked up to see Tasneem running
towards me. "Can I get a lift?" she
said, as she hopped into the
passenger seat and clipped the
seatbelt. "Sure. Where to?" I asked.
"Your house!" she grinned.

As we drove, I ran my hands over her

legs and hands, enjoying her firm
body. At first, she hunkered down in
the seat, hidden from view, but as
we got further from the office, she
relaxed and sat up.

"So, what are we going to do at my

house?" I asked. "Hmmm! We are
going to kiss and touch and enjoy
each other" she said, "without
having to worry about being caught".
I pulled into my garage, and we went
inside to the lounge. I started kissing
Tasneem, only to have her pull back.
I was surprised, until she undid the
clip of her headscarf, unwound it,
and shook her hair free. God, she
was gorgeous! She had shiny black,
wavy shoulder length hair that
softened her face.

"It's nice to see you" I said, running

my hands over and through her hair.
She responded with a warm, full-
bodied kiss that took our intimacy to
another level. We stood entwined,
kissing with such hunger and need.

I took her hand and led her to the

bedroom. She hesitated at the
doorway, so I turned to her and said
"Everything you want to do, nothing
that you don't. This is a safe space
for loving and exploring."

"Thank you" she said, walked in and

stood awkwardly by the bed.

"Tasneem, its lovely to see your hair.

Do you want to show me more of
yourself?".

Without looking at me, she undid a

few buttons on her robe, and pulled
it up and over her head, dropping it
to the floor, and dropping her arms
to her side. She just stood there in
her "Western" clothes, head down
and still.

She was wearing a tight white t-shirt

that accentuated the lines of her
shoulders and collar bones and clung
to her pert small breasts. Her tummy
was flat, and her hips had a gentle
girlish charm in her fitted jeans.

I let my soft gaze roam her body as I

waited for her to look up. When she
did, I smiled and said "Hello,
beautiful!". We moved together into
a warm embrace, still standing next
to the bed.

I could feel her complex mix of

excitement and hesitation. We had
reached a fork in the road.

"Have you ever explored a man's

body?" I asked. She just shook her
head. "Would you like to explore
mine?" A small nod.
I sat down on the bed, pulled off my
shoes and socks. I stood and in one
continuous movement pulled off my
shirt, dropped my longs to the floor
and slid out of my underwear. My
cock was glad for the release,
dropping and bobbing free at last!

I grinned at her, spread my arms and

said "Ta da!". She made brief eye
contact and then looked away.
"Tasneem! You can look at me, you
can touch me, you can kiss me all
over. I promise I will enjoy it.
Anything you want to do, nothing
you don't.".

With that, she started the most

intimate exploration of my body and
being I have ever experienced. Her
eyes followed her fingertips as they
moved over my shoulders, chest,
arms, hips, dodged my cock, flowed
down my legs, up over my ass and up
my back.

She lent in, smelling my skin,

pressing her lips to my skin and
gliding them across my shoulders
and chest.

I sank down onto the bed, drawing

her down onto me. She moved in to
kiss me and ended up with her jean-
covered thigh pressing down on my
throbbing cock. She froze!

I encircled her, moving her next to

me. As I kissed her, I placed her palm
on my cock, and waited to see what
she would do.
"So soft" she said in a whisper,
drawing her fingers across my girth.

"So hard" she said, encircling my

cock and squeezing slightly.

I responded with a hungry,

absolutely desperate kiss, my hands
involuntarily grabbing her breasts
for the first time. I felt her suck in air
like she was drowning. I came to my
senses and pulled my hands away.

"Tell me about your breasts", I said.

"I want to know their shape, what
colour your nipples are, what they
taste like, do they like to be
sucked?" She giggled and said, "I
have no idea!". All this time, she had
a possessive but comfortable hold on
my cock.
"Tasneem, please give your body to
me, as I have given mine to you. I
want to see you naked, and explore
you."

"Um!...The thing is...I want to...I'm

a...I've never..."

"You are a virgin"

"Yes. I am, and..."

"You have to stay a virgin for your

marriage night."

"Yes" she said, with relief.

"So how about we love and explore
and pleasure each other, we make
love in every way except cock in
pussy. I want to make you the most
well fucked virgin in the world."

She kissed me, hard, and murmured

"Yes" into my mouth.

My heart was pounding as I pulled

her back to her feet, and proceeded
to undress her. First the t-shirt, then
her shoes and jeans, down to her
cute plain white underwear. She was
shaking with nervousness and
desire.

I moved behind her, pressed my

body to hers, and breathed in the
scent of her skin. As I kissed her
neck, I unclasped her bra and slid it
from her body, followed to the floor
by her panties.

Still behind her, I used the press of

my body to move her onto the bed,
spooning as closely as I have ever
done. I wrapped my arms around
her, my hands cupping her naked
breasts, revelling in the feel of her
hard nipples and firm flesh. My cock
was pressed up against the first
flesh of her curvy ass, and I was in
heaven!

She rolled over to look at me, and I

said to her, "show me your body".

She took a shallow breath, lay on her

back, lifted her arms above her head,
pressed her breasts out, arched her
back and spread her legs. Her
movement reminded me of a flower
opening in a time lapse movie. I have
never seen a movement so graceful
and natural and free. It is committed
to my memory forever.

My explorations mirrored hers from

earlier. I followed the lines of her
body with my eyes and fingers and
mouth.

The golden brown of her face

continued over her entire body - no
tan lines or any evidence that any
part of her had seen more sun than
any other.

Her small, taut breasts were capped

with dark, intense nipples, long and
hard. When I tasted them, she
whimpered and pressed her body up
towards my face. Her nipples tasted
delicious, subtly different from white
women I have tasted. She was the
first Indian woman I had been
intimate with, and I guess the taste
and smell of her reflected the
difference in diet. I was totally
captivated by the full experience of
her - sight, taste, smell, touch,
everything!

I moved down her body, planting

light kisses as I went, heading for
her pussy!

I could feel her starting to tense, and

then finally jumping in alarm, as my
lips brushed the crest of her pussy
mound.
I came back up to head height and
kissed her some more, moving my
hands all over her smooth skin.

"I want your pussy! I want to do

everything to pleasure you. I want to
know how you come. I want to be
able to walk past you at the office,
and remember the colour and folds
of your pussy, the smell and taste of
you. I want to have a conversation
with you about nothing in particular,
all the while remembering the sound
of you having an orgasm."

She took my hand and placed it on

the swell of her breast, where I could
feel the pounding of her heart.
She then dragged my hand down her
body, between her legs and onto the
swollen wet lips of her shaved pussy.

I kept eye contact with her as I

explored her folds, with light touches
of just one finger, followed by my
whole hand grasping her mound, and
one finger dipping towards her
entrance.

She whimpered and spasmed against

my body, bumping up against my
cock. As if reminded it was there, her
hand snaked out to wrap around it,
and then to move up and down a
little. "My friend Ilhaam told me boys
like this", she said with an enquiring
tone. "Mmmm" I murmured in her
ear.
I switched to 3 fingers along the
length of her pussy. The outer two
pressed against her fleshy lips,
pulling her clit around, and the
middle finger siding into her cleft,
with the tip just dipping in and out of
her. She went wild!

I bent my head, captured her

thrashing body by the nipple, and
sucked almost the whole of her
breast into my mouth.

Her hand clenched my cock, her

breathing turned to a desperate
pant, and with a squeak she came,
her body shuddering next to mine.

I just held her as she came down and

then with a grin said "Now I know
how you come, and what sounds you
make". She just grinned and
snuggled into me.

"I still don't know how your pussy

tastes" I said, as I extracted myself
from her embrace, flipped around
and darted my tongue into her pussy
cleft. She screamed and spasmed
afresh.

"Oh! Oh! Fuck!" she gasped, which I

took to be encouragement, and
sucked her pussy lips into my mouth
and started swirling my tongue over
them.

I collapsed next to her, my cock lying

on her breast, and proceeded to give
her an extremely comprehensive
pussy licking. She just melted into it,
lying back at ease, moaning and
caressing my body and her own
breasts like they were part of one
being.

Mischievously, I started pumping my

cock over the crest of her breast, my
slippery pre-cum making the friction
delightful rather than irritating. She
grabbed my cock and rubbed it even
more vigorously over her nipple,
grunting with each pass. This took
her over the edge, and she came,
hard against my face, grunting,
moaning and making unintelligible
sounds.

We both collapsed, sweaty and

gasping on the bed. My head was by
her thighs, and my cock was
brushing up against her cheek.
After a while, she turned her head so
that her eye and the eye of my cock
lined up.

"Hi!" she said, talking to my cock.

"You are a strange but interesting
creature. It is a pleasure to meet
you!" With that she planted a playful
kiss on the tip, causing me to
explode with pent up passion. I leapt
up and she sat back, eyes wide in
shock. "Sorry" she said.

She looked lovely, sitting up with

wide eyes, breasts jiggling, and the
flush of the well-fucked spread
across her chest.

I needed to stick my cock in her.

Now! With her pussy off limits, and
given her inexperience, I should have
hesitated, but I was beyond control. I
shuffled across the bed, and thrust
my aching cock between her open
pouting lips.

She pulled back in shock, looked at

me for a second, then darted
forward, mouth wide open and
sucked in half my cock!

"Keep your teeth out the way and

use that lovely tongue of yours."

With an intensity I have never

experienced since, she did just that,
licking, sucking and kissing my cock
till I felt my balls tighten.

I pulled out and bent down to eye

level.
"I'm going to cum soon. Do you know
about how guys come?" Shake. "We
spurt a few teaspoons of salty liquid
that contains the sperm." Giggle.
"Some women don't like the guy to
come in their mouths. Others don't
mind, and swallow it. Some guys like
to come on the woman's face and
breasts." Grimace.

Softly "What do you like?"

"I would like to stay in your mouth

while I cum. I would like you to keep
sucking and licking while I cum until I
can't take it anymore. When I touch
your shoulder, I'll need you to stop".
"OK" and with that she returned to
giving me the best blowjob of my
life.

I lay back, relaxing, watching her

head bob, her breasts jiggle, and the
curve of her ass beyond. Soon I could
feel myself going over. "Don't stop!"

She carried on, her finger tips on my

balls as they tightened until I started
cumming, squirting into Tasneem's
beautiful mouth, over and over until
I just couldn't handle another swirl of
her tongue, and I touched her
shoulder insistently.

She pulled off, with cum leaking from

the corner of her mouth.
Then she sat back on her knees,
straightened her back, pressing her
breasts out. With an impish smile,
she looked at me and swallowed my
cum. God, she was so sexy! Another
video recording in my mind forever.

Totally spent, we lay back,

entangled, enjoying our nakedness
and chatting easily. I kept drinking in
every detail of her being, mindful
that this may never happen again.

And it never did.

Suzette
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This is a story of what was and what
could have been.
Suzette worked with my mom at the
university where I was a 3rd year
student.

She was 22, tall (taller than me) and

absolutely gorgeous. Big blue eyes, a
really wide, generous, slightly
crooked smile. Her dress was usually
professional and modest, but there
was no hiding her pert small breasts,
large curvy ass and sleek, long,
powerful legs.

She was an interesting mix of shy

and yet friendly and engaging. I
really enjoyed chatting with her,
even though we had little in common
-- she of a conservative, church-
going Afrikaans background, and me
a computer-geek / Wiccan hippie,
long hair, barefoot with crystals
round my neck!

Her desk was near the main door, so

I passed her whenever I came to see
mom.

One day, as I was walking out, I

turned to see her smiling at me, and
realised "God! I want to kiss this
woman!" The thought was so
shocking that I paused for a moment.
She looked at me enquiringly, with a
simple "What?" I just shook my head
and walked out without saying
anything.

This pattern continued numerous

times over the following months, me
being stopped by her beauty, her
enquiring, me walking out. I couldn't
tell her because I was shy,
unconfident, and felt that we had
nothing in common.

Then, late one day I came to see my

mom, and found only Suzette in the
office. Again I was stopped by her
beauty and my desire to kiss her.
Again, she asked me "What?"

I hesitated, rather than rushing off,

and saw her... still, curious, amused,
waiting for a response.

"You know how this has happened

often, me stopping at the door, you
asking me 'what?', me saying
nothing and just walking off?"

"Yes."
"Well, every time I was thinking
'God! I want to kiss this woman!'"

With her grin even wider, she

blushed and giggled "Seriously?"

"Yes. And now that I've told you, may

I?"

"No. That would be weird. I work

with your Mom."

"It doesn't have to be complicated. I

could just come round this counter,
walk over to your desk, and kiss
you."

"Um..."
She got very quiet, and swivelled her
chair to face away from me.
However, her body language was one
of waiting, not rejection. She sat
perfectly still, yet fully aware of me.

"I'm going to walk to you now."

I slowly walked around the counter,

and crossed the floor to her desk.
Her hair was in a high ponytail,
showing off the graceful lines of her
neck.

"And now I'm going to kiss you..."

I planted a soft, gentle, loving kiss

on the base of her neck, followed by
2 more as I moved up towards her
jaw line.
She turned her head towards me,
offering me her mouth, and we
shared a soft, lovely first kiss.

Her beautiful eyes were on mine, full

of curiosity and warmth.

Keeping her face close to mine, she

gracefully stood up and moved to the
empty space next to her desk.

We held each other, continuing to

kiss in the same manner, fully open
to each other, gentle, generous. I
was in awe of the feeling of
closeness and communion.
I was also aware of having to tilt my
head up to meet her mouth -- a new
experience for me!

When I straightened my head for a

rest, my eyes were eye level with her
collar bones. As my gaze dropped
lower, I found the tops of her breasts
showing over the top of her form-
fitting blouse. They looked tanned,
firm, smooth. Without any conscious
thought, I bent my neck to kiss her
breast.

Very softly "Please don't"

I moved my mouth back to hers,

brushing my lips against hers.
We stood, holding each other and
kissing for a while longer, and then
went our separate ways.

[So, dear Suzette, if you are reading

this...then know that I still think of
you some 20 years later. I hope you
don't mind where the rest of the
story goes!]

Several weeks passed. Now, my

pause at the door morphed into a
moment of shared intimacy, as we
grinned at each other.

Reader, have you ever had the

experience of responding to
something without involving
conscious thought? And only after
the response, realised what you
were responding to?
I was walking to Mom's office when I
found myself veering off to one side.
Only then did I realise that what
drew me from my path was Suzette!
She was striding along, carry a filing
box destined for the storeroom. She
was wearing a pleated white skirt
with black poka dots. The skirt
wasn't particularly short, but her
gorgeous long legs made it look tiny
in proportion!

I followed her along the passage,

watching her sway. Each time she
did, her skirt flicked up, promising to
show me the curve of her ass, but
never actually delivering. The effect
was mesmerising, and I would have
followed her until I dropped dead of
hunger or thirst. Fortunately, she
reached the storeroom before that
happened.

Once at the door she raised one leg

to hold the box whilst trying to get
the key in the lock. I jogged over,
said a soft "Hello!" and took the box
from her. She smiled at me gratefully
and opened the door.

Inside were racking shelves to the

ceiling, with most of the empty
shelves near the ceiling. She opened
a 3-step ladder and looked at me.

"Can you pass the box to me when I

am up?" she said.

"Sure"
As she started to climb, she
hesitated. "Now don't be naughty!"

"If you mean looking under your

skirt, then no, I won't. But I am going
to enjoy looking at your lovely legs!"

"Yeah! Right!"

With that, she climbed to the top

rung. I was in heaven! I was eye level
to the gorgeous, lithe, strong,
tanned, smooth skin of her lower
thigh.

"Hello...the box?"

I broke out of my reverie and

sheepishly handed her the box.
As she reached to place the box, the
ladder wobbled, and I instantly
moved to stabilise it.

I ended up with a hand on either

side, and my face pressed against
her ass.

"Opportunist!" she called.

"Opportunity!" I thought, and very

deliberately kissed her butt cheek.

I then moved back to give her room

to climb down, encircled by my arms
still holding the ladder.

She twisted around to face me, her

big eyes fixed on mine.
I just had to tell her...

I drew her close, my hands on the

curves of her hips, and said quietly
in her ear...

"Suzette, I am trying very hard not to

be a drooling lecherous idiot, but the
effort is killing me."

(Giggle)

"You are so gorgeous! I love your

face, your eyes, your beautiful
mouth..."

(Deep breath...)

"And I also love your body. You have

such cute tits, such a gorgeous curvy
ass and legs that just go on and on!
I'm lost!"

Before I could say anything more,

she pulled me close into an open-
mouthed, hungry snog, with her
body tight up against me.

My arms swept around her, my

hands firmly on her back, her
shoulders and then swooping down
to grab her ass and pull her groin
against mine.

She broke the kiss, pulled her face

away, and looked at me, speechless.

I drew her back to me, and we stood

there for a moment in other's arms,
not talking, not kissing, just being
with each other.
Then, by unspoken agreement, we
left the storeroom and returned to
the world.

[Suzette, you know this never

happened, but I wish it had! I wonder
if you remember your polka dot skirt,
and if you had any idea how hot you
looked in it!]

A week later, I was going to see my

Mom, when I found Suzette walking
out the building.

After a shy "Hello!" she told me she

was walking to the cafeteria, and
would I like to join her?
We enjoyed a slow amble in the sun
through the lovely university
gardens, at ease with one another.

"I should come to your place to fix

your computer sometime. I'll really
need to concentrate, so it should be
when no one is home." (grin)

"I don't even own a computer!"

(returned grin)

"No one else has to know that!" I

said.

She just smiled and bumped me with

her shoulder as we walked.
Several weeks passed, until I was in
my Mom's office and Suzette popped
her head in.

"Hi! My home computer isn't

working, and I was wondering if you
could have a look at it? Perhaps on
Saturday?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to take a look."

With that she disappeared back to

her office.

On my way out, I asked her what

time. She said that her parents were
going to the family farm on Friday,
and so anytime on Saturday would
be fine. We were grinning at each
other like idiots!
I got to her family home at 9am, and
she greeted me with a warm smile
and a gentle kiss.

She nervously asked me if I wanted a

coffee, to which I readily agreed (I
was nervous too).

I walked around the open plan

kitchen, dining room, lounge just
taking everything in, and then
turned to where she had her back to
me, fussing with the coffee machine.

She was wearing a long-sleeve

button-up shirt and a pair of jeans.
Her hair was in a high ponytail,
showing off her neck, and her jeans
showed off her lovely ass. I decided I
just had to break the ice and show
her my appreciation of her lovely
form.

I walked up behind her, standing well

inside her personal space. Then I ran
my fingertips over her fine neck,
down over her shoulders, swept
down her back, grabbed her waist,
pressed my hard cock against her
ass and leaned in to kiss her neck.

She just groaned and slumped

against me.

I then released her and moved to the

side so that she could finish making
the coffee.

We took our coffee to the lounge

area and sat down facing each other
on the 3-seater.
Cautiously took a sip of coffee.

Made careful eye contact.

Lowered our coffee.

"What do you want from me?" she

blurted, and then pulled back
defensively.

I put my mug down and took a

breath.

"I want to have my version of a fling

with you. You and I connect, but we
are too different to be a couple."
(she nodded)
"I only have flings with people I care
about. It's loving, fun, sexy, private.
It's exclusive -- I'll only be with you
while this lasts. And it will end, but
the end will be graceful. There will
be a space in my heart that you'll
always occupy, and a bunch of X-
rated movies stored in my head. One
day I'll be sitting on a bench at the
old age home, gazing out to sea, but
in my mind, I'll be replaying a sexy
moment with you."

"You're really direct!" she said,

blushing.

"So, you know how we held each

other and kissed gently in your
office? And how we snogged in the
storeroom? Well, I want more of that
with you. I want to explore you and
pleasure you. You interested?"
Her answer was to lean in and kiss
me. A hold nothing back, toe curling
kiss.

We moved in close and wrapped our

arms around each other as we
snogged for ages.

"Suzette? You are wearing way too

much clothing, lover!"

"There's no way I am getting naked

with you!" she gasped.

"I know. I just meant that what you

are wearing doesn't give me much to
touch. I have a favour to ask...You
know that polka dot skirt you were
wearing in the storeroom? Can you
put that on...and the tiniest top that
you own?"

"Men!" she giggled, as she got up

and glided out the room.

I sat there, rigidly upright in tense

anticipation.

Finally, I heard her slowly walking

down the passage, sounding really
hesitant.

She came into the room, her arms

folded over her chest, head down.

"Hello, beautiful!" I said, as I moved

across the room to hold her.
"I have to tell you about the skirt!" I
said and proceeded to tell her about
veering off to follow her, and the
tantalising almost reveal with every
flip of the skirt.

She laughed so much she forgot to

cover her chest, and I got to see that
she had put on a black lacy bralette
that left tons of skin to caress with
my eyes, fingers and tongue.

"But..." she said, "I have such a big

bum!"

"I know!" I said, with a leer. "So big,

and curvy, and firm. I have no idea
how I manage to keep my cool with
your lovely body in reach."
With that, I started kissing her,
sometimes on the mouth. She had
her hands on my chest, then on my
back, as if interested but shy to
explore.

Things got really heated. Her chest

was flushed, and I could feel her
heart pounding (or was it mine?).

I ran one finger down her neck, over

her collarbone and was just about to
slide down the slope of her breast
when I remembered that she had
stopped me before.

"Suzette...at the office, when I kissed

your breast, you told me to stop. Are
you OK with me touching your breast
now?"
"Though the top, yes" she said
quietly, but nervously.

I just kissed her, and went back to

caressing her back, shoulders, neck,
and now her breasts. God, they felt
good. I love small breasts. Hers fit
my hand perfectly and were that
entrancing combination of soft and
firm that drives me wild.

The fabric was really sheer, and soon

I could feel the hard nubs of her
nipples poking through. I slid down
on the couch and started gently
biting the sides and underside of
each breast through the bralette,
carefully avoiding her nipples. Her
breath hitched, and she thrust her
chest out at me, whilst gripping my
forearms tightly.
"Oh!" she groaned.

I kissed my way up her neck until I

reached her ear.

In a low throaty whisper "I want your

breasts. I want to know what your
nipples taste like. I want to know
how your breasts like to be kissed
and sucked. Please give them to
me."

She ran her fingers through my hair,

and said "I just can't, sorry!"

I pulled back to look her in the eye,

all the while swirling my finger
around one of her nipples. I enjoyed
the look of pleasure sweeping across
her face as I swirled.
"Do you have a problem with me
seeing them, or touching them
naked?"

"Seeing them. I love what you are

doing to them."

"So easily solved, then!" I said, sat

up, whipped my shirt off and tied it
around my head as a makeshift
blindfold.

"There you go! Can't see a thing! You

can take your top off now!"

She laughed and playfully punched

me on the arm. "I'm not that stupid. I
take my top off, then you'll just take
the blindfold off."
"Think about all the intimate
moments we have had. Have I ever
done anything other than treat you
really well and respect your wishes?
The blindfold stays on."

Silence. Then she shifted on the

seat, lifted the bottom of the t-shirt
blindfold and kissed me hungrily. We
snuggled in close, and I ran my
hands over her back, delighted to
discover the absence of any fabric.

Slowly I kissed and nuzzled my way

down until my lips grazed one
delicious nipple.

Ever so slowly I brushed my mouth

over the whole of her gloriously
naked breast, getting to know it with
just my sense of touch, and thrilling
to the sound of her ragged
breathing.

Then I returned to her nipple and

sucked it into my mouth. She
collapsed instantly, pulling me down
on top of her and thrusting her
breast up into my mouth.

She was trying to speak but had lost

coherence completely.

I came up for air, said "Lovely!" and

repeated everything I had done, this
time with her other breast.

I could feel her squirming, her groin

against mine.
I slid onto the couch to give her
room, my one leg draped over one of
hers.

Then I took it up a notch, sucking

almost the whole of her breast into
my mouth whilst holding the other in
cupped in my hand. Now she was
thrashing and groaning like mad.

"Are you getting horny, my lover?" I

asked with a smile. She just groaned.

I ran my hand over her smooth

stomach, found her skirt and flipped
it up to expose her panties.

"I'm assuming that you don't want

me to touch your pussy, but that
shouldn't stop you"
With that I lifted the hem of her
panties, inviting her hand in.

Then I bit her nipple and sucked her

breast back into my mouth.

As I did that, she thrust her hand

into her panties and I let go the hem.

It was both weird and very exciting

to hear and feel what was going on,
without being able to see.

I rested my fingertips on her wrist so

that I could feel what motions she
was making on her pussy. She
seemed to be rubbing her slit back
and forth, alternating that with
circular motions over her clit.
I was in heaven, and she was on her
way there too!

I could feel from the tension in her

back, and the sounds that she was
making that she was close to
cumming, but not going over the
edge.

I moved my mouth back to her ear.

"You beautiful, gorgeous, sexy,

powerful, lovely woman. I love the
taste and sound of you. You are so
horny, so alive. I can feel you
touching yourself. I want you to cum
for me. Cum now!" and with that, I
bit her neck, her shoulder and then
her breast as she spasmed into an
orgasm with a squeak, then
collapsed and stopped moving her
hand.

I instinctively grabbed her hand

through the fabric of her panties and
started moving it again. No way was
that squeak all the orgasm she has
in her!

With a harsh, guttural cry she picked

up the orgasm and rode it all the
way, until eventually she begged me
to stop, and collapsed again on the
couch.

I just lay there, snuggled up to her

as she caught her breath.

All she could say was "I never

knew..."
"Lover, I want to take the blindfold
off. Let me know when I can." And I
waited for her to put on the bralette
again. Instead I found myself
blinking up at her smiley face as she
pulled the t-shirt off my head.

"Hello, sexy!" I said. She just smiled,

blushing as I looked down at her
breasts.

"Oh! My god! They are lovely!" And

really, they were. Lovely shape,
blood red nipples sticking out
(thanks to all my attention, I'll have
to see their normal colour some
other time, I thought).

Then I had a naughty thought. I

grabbed her hand that had been in
her panties and brought it to my
nose. She looked shocked, and the
expression that followed when I
delicately licked the pussy juice off
one of her fingers was priceless.

I followed her gaze to where it rested

on my tented shorts. "Um...my turn?"
I said tentatively.

She laughed.

"We can't just leave it like this. It

could go off at any time!" I said, and
looked at her, waiting for her
acceptance.

A tiny, almost imperceptible nod was

all I needed, and I whipped off my
shorts and underwear, exposing my
excited cock to the sound of her
gasp.

I lay back next to her, kissed her and

said "You can watch and kiss me, or
you can join in."

Then, under her curious, excited,

shocked eye, I proceeded to give
myself the release I needed. She
watched with rapt attention, her
hand moving towards my cock and
then stopping as she caught herself
in the act.

"All yours, if you want it, but no

pressure!" I said.

She gently ran one finger along my

length, causing me to squirm just
like she had earlier. Then she
wrapped her hand around my cock
and mimicked what I had been doing
just moments earlier.

"Are you going to make me cum?"

"Mmh."

And that is exactly what she did, as I

held onto her for dear life, kissing
her chest, shoulders, neck and
mouth.

"Wow!" was all she could say as I

relaxed back onto the couch,
completely satisfied.

She continued to play with my cock

and cum as I slowly softened.
"Spent much time playing with
cocks?" I asked.

"Just fumbling in the dark on the

back seat of a car. Not like this. I like
this." She said, tapping my cock.

I went to the bathroom to clean up

and came back to a wonderful sight.
Suzette sprawled on her tummy, still
topless, relaxed and at ease.

She looked up at me, and it was clear

that a naked man in her house was
still new to her.

"More coffee?" she said, and I

nodded.
She got up, and with a cheeky grin,
folded the waistband of her skirt,
making it even shorter, and walked
past me, flashing the curve of her
ass for me to enjoy.

I followed her to the kitchen,

enjoying her lines and curves and
muscles moving under her skin.

As she started up the coffee

machine, I moved close to her back,
nuzzled her neck and slid my hands
around to cup her breasts.

"I'm going to protect them from the

steam and hot water" I said.

"Thanks!"
Standing there, feeling her beautiful
warm body got me going again, and
pretty soon she was wiggling her
juicy ass against my cock.

I moved back, positioned my cock

and slid it between her ass checks,
running it along the full length of her
panty-clad pussy.

She yelped!

"You nearly made me spill the coffee,

you! And no, that is not going to
happen!"

I just laughed and gave her some

space.
We then walked to her bedroom and
sat on her bed, me naked and her
topless, enjoying the coffee and each
other.

Bliss!

The next week, she again asked me

to fix her computer because "the
problem has come back"

I arrived at her house to find her in a

pair of filmy palazzo pants
[trousers], a white tank top and a
denim jacket.

"You look fantastic" I said as I

walked in.
No sooner had I closed the door than
she was on me with a warm and
hungry kiss.

We stood there in the entranceway,

bodies touching from shoulder to
thigh, for what seemed like an age.

"So, your 'computer' needs fixing?"

"Yes, but it is such a lovely day, I

thought we could spend some time
by the pool?"

"You have a pool?"

"Up on the roof. Come, I'll show you."

With that she lightly grasped my

fingers and pulled me through the
house, up the stairs to the next floor,
through her parent's bedroom and
out onto the patio.

"Wow!" I said. There was a small

rooftop platform, surrounded by a
wooden fence for privacy and shelter
from the wind. The space included a
tiny, crystal-clear pool, a neat
grassed area and a gazebo with a
shade cloth awning.

"You OK with this?"

"Very" I said.

"Let's get some drinks and stuff..."

We proceeded to the kitchen, me
with my hand lightly resting on the
slope between her hip and her ass.

We grabbed some cold drinks and

some chips, followed by towels from
the hall closet.

[Crisps, dear international reader,

are called chips in South Africa. Fries
are called slap tjips - pronounced
slup chyps.]

Once we were back on the patio,

Suzette gazed towards the sun,
stretched her arms up to the sky and
gave a deep sigh of contentment,
with just a trace of nervousness.
I walked up behind her and placed
my hands reassuringly on her
shoulder blades.

"You OK?"

"Just shy..."

"Why?"

"My tiny boobs and big fat bum in a

bikini..."

I laughed as I spun her round.

"Same planet, different universe! I

am standing here, heart pounding, in
anticipation of seeing your beautiful
small breasts, lovely curvy ass and
amazing legs!"
With that, I kissed her, and then
swept her denim jacket from her
body.

My mouth found her neck, her

shoulders, her chest, the swell of her
breasts, as my hands slid up from
her waist, sliding her tank top off to
reveal a simple, modest white bikini
top.

"Beautiful!" I said.

I then undid the button of her pants.

They immediately slid off her,
pooling at her feet.

Her bikini bottom matched the top --

simple, modest, elegant.
Her legs looked amazing. I fell to my
knees and kissed the swell of her hip
and down onto her thigh.

She pulled me to my feet.

"Thanks! You make me feel

beautiful!"

"So, I didn't bring a costume." I said.

"Swim in your underpants."

"Not wearing any!" I said with a grin.

"Are you OK with clothing optional?"

"Um. What does that mean?"

"Each of us can wear as much or as
little clothing as we like."

"OK!" she said, eyes wide.

With a playful flourish, I pulled off

my shirt and dropped my shorts.

Eyes wider, "Oh!"

"Let's swim" I said and led her into

the water.

We spent an easy, happy time in the

water, just enjoying being together.

Then we got out and went to lie

under the shade cloth to avoid
burning.
"This is weird!" she said. "You lying
there naked..."

"Do you want to see something

cool?" (she nodded).

"See how small I am? Well, cold

water does that. Kills a man's pride.
Do something sexy and watch my
cock."

She got really thoughtful, blushing

deep red.

Then she slowly ran her fingertips

from her neck onto her bikini-clad
breast, following the route normally
taken by my mouth. Then watching
avidly as my cock swelled, she
started to squeeze her breast,
playing with the nipple protruding
between 2 fingers.

I laughed at her expression as my

cock came to full erection, bobbing
slightly.

As her hand dropped back down to

the towel, I replaced it with mine,
and leaned in to kiss her.

We were soon pressed up against

one another.

I started biting her breasts gently

through her bikini and touching
whatever part of them were
exposed. She glanced around...
"No one here but us and the birds" I
said.

She reached around and popped the

clash of her bikini top. I helped her
take it off over her head.

She looked so shy.

"Go on! Show them off like you're

proud of them!"

She smiled, moved her arms to her

side then and pushed her chest out
towards me.

"They are so pretty, my lover!" The

sunlight lent her skin a golden hue,
and I could see the fine hairs on her
chest, my senses heightened and
revelling in her beauty.

I moved my chest to hers, brushing

my hairy chest against her peaked
nipples.

Then I moved back just far enough to

see, kiss and touch her.

Soon we were entwined, legs and

arms and tongues.

My hand moved down her body

coming to rest lightly on her pussy
mound. I waited breathlessly to see
how she would respond.
She kissed me harder, moaning into
my mouth, and moving her pussy
against me.

I reached for the string that held her

bikini closed but found that she had
beaten me to it.

I ran my hand back over her now

naked mound, feeling her trimmed
pubic hair before diving into her soft
folds.

She started moaning and gasping so

much I thought the neighbours
would hear, so I covered her mouth
with mine.

God! She was so soft, and smooth,

and wet, and hungry.
My cock was straining and rubbing
against her smooth thigh.

"I want you inside me. But I am

scared. This is sort of my first time."
She said.

"Sort of?" I pulled back to see her

face, my fingers on her pussy, but
not moving.

"I told you about fumbling in the

dark on the back seat? He put it in
me, but it hurt so much I pushed him
away. So, I don't know if...you
know..."
Without saying anything, I kissed my
way down her body whilst my hands
pulled the bikini from her body.

Soon I was eye level to her pussy,

though her legs were now tightly
closed...in fear, and panic I think.

I brushed my hands over her

wonderful thighs and over her
mound.

"Lover, imagine your legs are like the

indicators on a dial. Open them as
wide as you trust me and want me."

Slowly her legs parted, then

stopped. (deep breath) Then opened
again, wider and wider, exposing her
pussy to me.
As slowly and as gently as I could, I
started pleasuring her with my
tongue, as she whimpered and
gasped.

When I knew she was ready for me, I

made my way back up to kiss her.

"You really like doing that to me?"

she said quietly.

"So much!"

"You ready?"

"Mmm!"
I will forever remember all the
expressions that passed over my
lover's face as I entered her, moved
in her -- wonder, fear, excitement,
animal lust, joy.

I invited her to watch, and so she

rested on her elbows, watching me
move in and out of her, as she
murmured "Oh my God!" over and
over.

I rubbed her clit and made her cum,

thrashing below me, clinging to my
shoulders.

"Bit late, but is this safe for you?"

"On the Pill! Don't stop, don't you

dare!"
And so, I rode her all the way to my
own release, collapsing onto her and
shuddering with the joy of it.

We lay there, catching our breath,

my cock softening inside her, my
hand cupping her generous ass.

"You really like my bum, hey?"

"Yup! I'm going to show you just

now."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."
We both fell asleep for a while, and I
woke up to the sight of her sprawled
on her belly, one leg crooked, with
her pussy just peeping.

I quietly got up, grabbed a softdrink

and stood recording her lovely
nakedness in my mind.

She looked so sexy, beautiful and

lovely. Soon I was ready for Round 2!

I sat down, slowly running my hand

over her smooth bare back and ass
as she made soft purring sounds.

Then I went down and started

worshiping her bum, kissing and
caressing her bum cheeks and gently
nibbling on the inside of her thighs.
She woke up and tossed her long
hair over her shoulder as she looked
at me playfully.

"En nou?" [And now?]

In answer, I climbed on top of her,

pinning her down whilst kissing and
biting her neck and shoulders.

Her fleshy ass wiggled against me

deliciously, and I positioned my hard
cock between her but cheeks,
running the full length against her
pussy lips.

I continued to pin her down whilst I

aroused her and teased her with my
cock.
Judging from the sounds she was
making, she liked it!

I then moved back, grabbed her hips

with both hands, rotated her hips
and thrust my cock all the way into
her hot soggy pussy.

Her hands clenched the towel she

was lying on, and she groaned "Fok!"

I continued thrusting into her as she

adjusted to this new position and
animal fuck.

I loved the feel of her big fleshy ass

against my hips, and her pussy felt
fantastic!
I then placed her on her knees, her
chest against the ground, and
continued worshiping her gorgeous
ass as I gave her every bit of
pleasure I could muster.

Soon I could feel her tightening on

me, and I thrust and took her over
the edge.

As she swooned and fell onto the

towel, I followed with her, back to
the original position as I came in her
again.

"Jeez! That was intense!" she said.

"I've been wanting to enjoy your ass

like that for ages! I don't think you
understood before."
"I do now!"

[Dear Suzette. Did I get it right? Is

this how you would have responded?
Is this what you would have enjoyed?
I tried to imagine your playful,
friendly, shy self that I knew from
conversations and kisses, but in a
naked lovemaking and wild monkey
sex setting. Really wish I'd actually
experienced making love with you.]

Epilogue

Suzette and I continued to explore

and love and laugh for a while. Then
she met someone in her church who
asked her out. She and I shared
friendly smiles and unspoken
recollections in her office, but never
in a physically intimate way.

Her relationship lasted just 7

months. But, by the time she was
single again, I had met my future
and now current wife, so we never
intimate again.

Suzette with the wide crooked smile,

beautiful playful eyes, warm heart
and sexy bod. I love you, miss you.
I'll be playing my X-rated mind-
movies of you for the rest of my life.

Lost Innocence Ch. 01

byinnocentrimsha©
Hello readers, I am Rimsha, I am 24
years old, I live along with my
parents and a younger brother Zain.
We are living in a Lucknow since
from my birth and I particularly liked
my hometown for various reasons
first here the people are awesome
and the food is yummy, the city is
well known for its baaghs and parks
specifically for the very famous
Bhool Bhulaiya made by Nawab of
Awadh. Now let's talk about me I am
very curious by nature and a hell lot
notorious I like to seek adventure
and love to do the things which
people often left with certain
reasons. I like being odd and from
my early age I was attracted towards
opposite sex and sexual activities,
though there are various reasons
responsible for that I would like to
share some of my events in
upcoming stories that how I become
a pleasure seeker rebellious child
from a innocent Muslim girl and how
I almost broke all my traditions and
religious obligations just to live
freely at my own terms. The first
event which mark the beginning of
new era in my life is being narrated
by me in details hope you like the
story and will encourage me to write
more about it, so now let's continue
with the story...

Beginning:

Five years back from now when I was

getting ready for my school my
mother called me from the kitchen...

Rimsha come over here at once... my

mom shouted from the balcony
adjacent to kitchen, she always used
to call me like that ever since I
responded to her calls. I was getting
ready for my school as I am always
late for this particular thing since
from my childhood, looking finally in
the mirror I have done with my dress
responded to my mother who was
calling my name at the top of her
voice now, coming mom you are
going to wake up the entire colony
with your shouting I am afraid, I said
in a frustrated tone while hugging
her from behind she was preparing
breakfast for me and for my brother
who is still in washroom singing
along with running shower he has
this habit of singing while taking
bath every morning. Let me
introduce my younger brother who is
studying in the same class as I got
failed in my board examinations last
year which gave him a chance to
mock at me ever since then. Zain and
I are more than siblings we are best
friend to each other and share
almost everything including our
crime and sins that we often do while
seeking pleasures and adventures
hidden obviously from our parents
and teachers.

Mummy the food is awesome ... I

said while munching my aaloo
paratha (a kind of bread stuffed with
mashed potatoes) with ketchup, by
the way paratha is our family's most
desired breakfast unanimously
except we go out somewhere else for
it. Mummy had stuffed those
parathas in our lunch box as well , as
we will be having them during our
lunch in school, which will be given
by me as charity among my
classmates as for the breakfast it is
okay but have them again in lunch
no way...
As I was heading out for to catch our
bus Zain shouted from his room to
wait for him, I looked in his direction
and saw that he was literally jumping
from the stares to catch up with me
like a monkey while snatching his
paratha roll from Mummy's hand. He
gave me a hug and said not before
me you failure, I was always enraged
by his mockery and thought to struck
him with my steel water bottle but in
front of my mother I have to
suppress my anger and faked a
smile.

As we moved to catch our bus to

hell... Yeah you read it right school
was kind of a hell for me as I hate
studies but I went instead as it also
gave me a chance to spend time with
my two best friends Bushra and
Amir, we are childhood friends and
partners in crime whatever we do we
do it together, we will discuss them
later in the story. Now as we were
waiting for our bus at our stop near
to our house, suddenly I felt a hand
on my shoulder tapping me from
behind as I looked back a pair of
hands closed my eyes and ask me to
say "mere upar kiska haath"( Whose
hand is on us?) actually this is the
phrase we use to say whenever we
meet with our two little devils
Bushra and Amir and the person
need to reply "tera mera sabke
saath"( you and I stays together) I
replied and received a tight hug from
bushu (Bushra's pet name) she said
arrived earlier than usual "kya baat
hai Zain aaj time pe" ( what
happened! today Zain is on time). I
replied yeah luckily on which Zain
stared at me with a look that I will
get back to you later.
Zain had a huge crush on Bushra
since we entered in senior secondary
and always try to impress her with
his stupidity and boasting about his
intangible features known only to
him. Bus had arrived and as usual we
had our seat which was reserved at
the back of the bus since we are the
permanent members of the bus
facility since we were going school
so on account of seniority and
permanent customer of the bus
service Rahul bhaiya (conductor of
the bus) had given us a reserved
seat at the back of the bus.

The back seat of the bus is the

largest as it is joined at the middle
which makes it five sitters instead of
general two or three sitter at the
right and left section of the bus
respectively, so this is the seat
where we four sit together along
with our bags, me at the window
next to me Bushra then Amir then
Zain. It is our usual routine to
discuss the day's activities while on
our way to our hell... as we are
discussing the upcoming torture
Amir said that tomorrow he is going
to his ancestors house in near village
and ask us to join him so to have fun
altogether. Zain instantly said he
was in as he finds a way to be with
Bushra at any cost, I also agreed as I
will get momentary freedom from my
routine torture of school and studies.
Bushra also agreed as she had no
other option left, now we just need
to seek permission from our parents
which will be easy as Amir's mom is
our paternal relative and Mummy
always want to mix us with all
relatives that we have on this earth
for this she instantly agreed as she
know I have a least interest in
studies and more in sociality also
this will allow us to know our
relatives for future gain in terms of
my marriage later..

Now the day had arrived as we were

finally preparing to leave for
Lakhimpur the ancestral village of
Amir which is 65 kilometers away
from our city, the journey will take
around one and half hour to reach
there. We were going there in a new
car recently bought by Amir's father
we have boarded the car as we were
seven persons me Zain Bushra Amir
his father and mother his sister
Mahvish and elder brother Talib
stayed at home as Mahvish had her
practical and his brother had to
attend his business meeting which
cannot be postponed. As we were
about to leave Amir shouted that he
forgot his slippers which were at the
rack as he was sitting in the middle
of the seat either me or Bushra had
to go to fetch his slippers from there
it was finally me who bought it and
finally we left for our destination
which will going to change my
destiny and the relationship that we
all four share with each other.

Main Event:

On our way Amir was sitting between

me and Bushra and Zain was sitting
at the back with luggage Zufi
aunty(Amir's mother) was sitting at
front and Waseem uncle(Amir's
father) was driving the car after half
an hour we decided to play
antakshari( a game in which we sing
a song taking the lead given by the
singer with the last word at which he
stop singing) suddenly I felt Amir's
hand is at my thighs I was wearing a
t-shirt and a shorts I slapped on his
hand playfully but later on again he
did the same this time I didn't
respond as it was nothing unusual as
we had a little space to
accommodate.

Nearly half an hour of playing and

singing we exhausted ourselves and
slept one by one I was sleeping with
my arms folded on my chest and
leaning on Amir's shoulder and
Bushra was sleeping arms stretched
and inclining towards the window.
Zain was sleeping leaning on the
luggage and Amir's head was leaning
against mine and his hands were
straight resting on his thighs,
suddenly I felt a hand on my stomach
and thighs when I caught a glimpse I
saw that in a sleep Amir moved in a
way that his hand was now on my
naval and thighs I caught off guard
and tried to remove his hand but he
was in deep slumber and denied to
move away, resigning to the
circumstances I left his hand where
they were and closed my eyes to
take another nap.

It was hardly a moment or a two

when his hand crawled upward and
out of nowhere he caught my left
boobs in his hand and started feeling
it I suddenly realized what had
happened and out of shock I opened
my eyes and look at Amir's face he
was in deep sleep and completely
unaware of the fact that he was
grabbing my boobs in a moving car
with his parents sitting right ahead
of us and friends besides. I tried to
move so that I can remove his hands
from my boobs before he realized
what he did in his sleep and create
embarrassment for me and everyone
from that moment the sleep got out
of my sockets and I started thinking
what would happen if he realized
what he did or anybody saw him
doing that, could we face each other
after this possible embarrassment.

Finally we had reached our

destination the house was big a bit
old fashioned comprising of a
courtyard gallery main building and
adjacent store used for to keep stock
of grains and other articles of
general utility. After a grand
welcome we headed towards the
guest room for refreshment Amir's
grandparents lived in a joint family
comprising of their younger sons and
their family

Waseem uncle has two younger

brothers and one sister he used to
live in city because of his business
while the two younger brothers live
with their parents back at Lakhimpur
to take care of their ancestral
property and their parents.

Faizan uncle the next to Amir's

father has two daughters and one
son and Suleman uncle the youngest
among the three has one son and
daughter.

In the evening we were gathered to

play something together so to enjoy
our vacation and to get mixed up
with Amir cousins, after a long tussle
we had decided to play hide and
seek as the size of the house suits
the game also the darkness of the
night added thrill and excitement
while searching others during the
play. We were not known to the
consequences of the game at that
time not only it changed our
perception but also bring a
completely different feeling which
was never felt before among us for
each other.

The game begun with Aliya and

Zuhair the daughter of Faizan uncle
and son of Suleman uncle become
den and had to look for others in
turns, we all had dispersed in various
directions to find a suitable spot for
hiding, we made pairs so that no one
can easily be found as we were not
familiar with the house yet I was
paired with Sufian and Bushra with
Amir Zain is with Aliza and Nashra
being left alone was paired with us.
Sufian is the son of Faizan uncle and
Nashra is the daughter of Suleman
uncle while Aliza is the daughter of
Faizan uncle. We all went randomly
all around the house running
frantically to seek a spot for hiding,
me Sufian and Nashra went to store
for hiding it was a place where lot of
big size boxes were kept to keep the
stock of grains and huge almirah for
keeping bedding and unused clothes
and woolen garments used
specifically in winter.

We hide inside a box kept at the

corner beside almirah there was
some bed sheets and rags kept
inside the box it was rectangular in
shape we laid inside it and close the
lid above us so that no one can find
us in there. I laid in the corner
beside me was Sufian and Nashra in
the other corner at my side of the
box there was a small hole from
which I could see the door of the
store and the central area of the
room the hole was small so that the
person from outside cannot see
what's inside the box, we were lying
inside the box on sheets waiting for
others to find us in there as the time
passed I drifted to sleep because of
the tiredness and boredom inside
the box as we have to keep silent so
that no one can find us in there,
while waiting for others when I slept.

I didn't remember but suddenly I felt

there was something crawling up
against my leg being in a state of
sleep I casually shake my leg to bug
it off but soon again the thing
started crawling up this time on my
thighs, I woke up to find complete
darkness inside the box and a hand
on my waist and a leg on thighs it
was Sufian's leg he also slept while
waiting for others and in sleep he
rested his hand on my waist and leg
on my thighs I ignored his
movements as I was also in a state of
slumber and closed my eyes for a
while.

Suddenly his hands moved on my

waist and slipped towards my naval
by the way I was wearing a t-shirt
and a pajama which was loose and
tied with a string because of lying
straight my t-shirt had rode up to my
ribs and my naval was completely
bare, his hands were roaming over it
as he was caressing it slowly my
sleep had gone far away now as I
was awoke to my core I was stunned
and about to remove his hands when
he suddenly crossed his legs and
tightly hugged me from behind
pressing his belly against my back
and pelvis in my hips I was shocked
by his move as he caught me
completely off-guard as I was about
to remove myself from his grip I was
startled by the noise at the door of
the store.

Aliya and Zuhair entered the store in

search of us for a moment I forgot
about the tight embrace of Sufian
over my body and focused through
the hole on Aliya and Zuhair as they
were talking something about which
I didn't understand as they were
almost whispering to each other I
was trying to focus on what they
were saying suddenly Zuhair closed
the door and hugged Aliya from
behind grabbing her boobs with both
of his hands and started mauling
them and kissing her neck from
behind I was shocked to the core and
laid stunned while I was assessing
what was happening.

He started disrobing Aliya she was

wearing long skirt and buttoned top
with a scarf around her neck Zuhair
removed her scarf and throw it away
towards us and then he started
unbuttoning her top one by one from
her naval to her chest I was
dumbstruck by their move and
stopped thinking for a while he
unbuttoned her quickly and removed
her top revealing her boobs clad in a
white bra she got boobs much bigger
than me as she was chubby and
elder then me as well, my eyes were
transfixed at her body while Zuhair
slide her skirt down to reveal her
panty with big black dots her skirt
had elastic easily to be pulled down
with slight effort and in no time her
skirt was at her ankles and she was
standing only in her bra and panty
before me while Zuhair was nibbling
around her neck and mauling her
boobs while sliding his right hand
towards her panty clad pussy.

I was so lost in the event before me

that I nearly forgot about my own
condition I didn't even recognized
when Sufian had slipped his hand on
my exposed stomach and
dangerously closed to my boobs his
legs were now completely on my
thighs and with them he gently but
very sensually caressing my thighs I
was awestricken to these
movements and completely
transfixed with the events unfolding
before me Zuhair had now removed
Aliya's bra and her beautiful boobs
were now revealed before me her
nipples were dark and pointing
straight at me as if taunting me of
not having such big nipples and
boobs though I am only one year
younger than her.

Zuhair was having his time with

Aliya, Sufian had taken my silence as
my approval and now he had done
something which had completely
taken me off-guard he inserted his
hands inside my t-shirt and started
caressing my left boob over my
shameez( a cotton vest wear by
Indian girls under top or t-shirt with
or without bra) I was not wearing my
bra as I didn't need them while at
home first my boobs were perk and
tight and second I didn't need
anything to keep them straight as
they are naturally up straight and
very perky they don't need any
support so I didn't wear my support
bra at home, I was stunned by his
move and now understand that he
was not sleeping but doing all this
while he is conscious enough to take
advantage of me, but the
circumstances restrict me to said
anything to him or to stop his
advances as I was paralyzed from
the event happening before my eyes
and what Sufian was doing to me I
was in state of shock fear and anger
at once shocked from what I had
been observing, fear of being caught
with Sufian having his hands under
my t-shirt and angry on his move on
me that he was taking undue
advantage on me without even my
consent.

I was wondering what was happening

was real or it was just my
imagination suddenly Sufian caught
the waistband of my pajama and
started pushing it below my waist
thankfully my pajama was tied with
string at front it hold on to my waist
despite the efforts made by him to
pull down it further my hips, as he
was trying to pull down my pajama
down Zuhair had a hold on the
waistband of Aliya's panty and he
slowly pushed the elastic down on
her waist exposing her mound and
then to my shock he lowered her
panty revealing her pink pussy with
thick chubby lips glistening with
sweat and her juices flowing out of
her arousal.

I was not new to this as I have heard

about sex from my friends at school
and had touched my brother Zain
which is called foreplay which I got
learned later it was called but that's
another story to tell but never in my
life I had watched two people doing
it in front of my own eyes neither
have I been physical with anyone
until now what Sufian was doing to
me, though I had cuddled with my
brother during our sleeps but not
this far, anyway I was having one of
the most scandalous moments of my
life before me watching a girl in all
her naked glory and massaged and
caressed by a boy right in front of
my eyes and a boy wanted to take
advantage on me considered me
sleeping beside him he not only
groped my boobs but also tugging
my pajama down to made me naked
below waist.

As I was lost in the sight before me

momentarily, I forgot about Sufian
hands which were desperately
pulling my pajama down but because
of the string tied at the front he was
having a hard time but when I was
lost in the sight of seeing Aliya's
pussy being caressed by Zuhair I
forgot to notice Sufian's hand
moving at my front to loosen the
knot which kept my pajama intact
from being pulled down by him, he
had opened the knot of the string
and made my pajama loose and
before even I could realize what had
happened he gave a hard tug to my
pajama holding them from my waist
and in a moment it lies around my
thighs and before I could do anything
it passed away from knees to pool
around my ankles and now I am lying
just in my panty and t-shirt bunched
around my chest I was stunned by
his move and could do nothing but to
think was it really happening!

There Aliya had now turned to Zuhair

and started undressing him by
lowering his trouser and removing
his t-shirt and what was ahead my
view was his erect penis which was
pulsating and stand upward it is the
first time I was seeing an erect penis
this much big in my life, I have seen
penis of my brother before while
having bath but that was not erect
and not this big for sure. I was
shocked to see that and my jaw
dropped to my chest in sheer
disbelief. How can it be so long?
Again I forgot what was happening
to me at the same time Sufian now
caressing my naval and pressing his
penis in my hips the moment I could
feel the presence of his penis
touching my hips over my panty I
have butterflies all around my body a
tingling sensation swept over me
and I slowly but very quietly
moaned, my pussy was being moist
by then with my own juices as all this
happening was too much for me to
hold I had lost the sense of right and
wrong and given myself to my
destiny.

Sufian had now sensed that I was not

going to restrict and he became bold
and caught the waistband of my
panty and slowly he had pulled it
down my thighs past my knees to
pool it along with my pajama at my
ankles, now I was completely naked
from chest to ankles and laid before
a boy to feel me up as he like and do
what he want.

Aliya and Zuhair was now completely

naked and started making love to
each other he was mauling her boobs
kissing them alternatively and
sliding his penis between her thighs,
he was standing against the wall
beside the door and now holding one
of her legs to pull it up against his
body and here Sufian is playing with
my pussy which was on fire and
soaked with my juices which was
flowing like a stream, he had pushed
up my shameez up to my neck and
freed my perky boobs only to be felt
and pressed by his rough hands.
I was lost in my own sensation it was
too much for me to hold and I had
shed all the inhabitation I had before
and given myself to his will, he
started fondling my boobs biting
them with his teeth and licking my
erect nipples with his tongue
suddenly I felt a warm sensation on
my naval as he was now on me it was
his penis throbbing against my bare
skin like a hot rod I didn't know when
he removed his lower as I was lost in
observing Aliya and Zuhair he take
this moment to undress himself and
now lying naked on me.

There Zuhair was ready for his

onslaught holding Aliya against the
wall and was ready to insert his
penis in to her gaping pussy which
was soaked with her juices and ready
to be penetrated he was rubbing his
dick on her puffy lips and gyrating
his hips on to her pelvis in a rhythm
to escalate her mood before
pounding her wet desperate pussy
dying for a good fuck, here Sufian
was biting my nipples and sliding his
dick which was as per feel not much
less big then Zuhair on my naval
then on my mound and finally on my
pussy lips I also have a puffy lips and
in our tradition girls and boys we all
need to shave our pubic hairs for
cleanliness therefore my pussy was
completely shaven and since I had
shaved it regularly it was very soft
and smooth and now Sufian had his
dick rubbing over my stretched puffy
lips which was completely soaked
with my juices by now and making a
slurry sound as it slide over my
pussy, just then there were multiple
knock on the door.
We all startled by it Sufian slide
beside me and in a hurry pulled up
his lower, I also pulled up my pajama
along with my panty hurriedly to my
waist before anybody caught us,
Aliya and Zuhair hide inside the
almirah grabbing their clothes and as
they closed the door of almirah, the
door of the store got open with a
loud bang and Waseem uncle along
with Zain and Bushra and others
came inside searching for us. I
hurriedly arrange my clothes before
closing my eyes and so did Sufian
and pretend to sleep within a
moment they open the lid of the box
and found us pretending to sleep.

Oh! They are here and we had

searched the entire house for them,
it was Waseem uncle I guessed from
his typical voice. Wake them up and
bring them it's time for dinner, he
said while heading out of the store.
Zain leaned on me to shake me up
and said in a commenting way "tum
yaha so rahi ho aur hum sab tumhe
har jagah dhoondh dhoondh kar thak
gaye" (you were sleeping here and
we were tired searching you
everywhere else) then we all came
out of the box and went along with
them to have dinner while we were
heading Bushra whispered in my ear
adjust your pajama and panty
madam it is showing half of your
cute soft bumps, meanwhile leaving
Aliya and Zuhair behind, naked in
almirah I guess they continued what
they were doing.

I hadn't see them during lunch not

even after but met Aliya when we
were going to sleep in the guest
room, when she was leaving after
giving us our blanket, I told her
(aside) that almirah was a good
place for hiding isn't it? She was
completely taken aback and replied
nervously, what? I said you know
what I mean and hide my face behind
blanket before observing the shock
on her face of being discovered by
me while having her adventure.

This had marked the end of the

innocence that I had retained then. I
had never being this physical with
anyone before nor I had seen such
things in real though I had watched
some soft porn movies with my
friends at our school and with my
brother twice but never had see
anyone having sex live in front of me
with this clarity. This event not only
marked the end of innocence that I
had but also marked the beginning
of new phase in my life with full of
like events which changed my life
and relationship in upcoming future.

Lost Innocence Ch. 02

byinnocentrimsha©
Hi friends, this is the continuation of
my previous story "Lost Innocence",
for the better understanding of this
part you must go and read the first
part, anyway let's continue from
where we left in the previous
thread...

After having the unexpected

experience at the store I was
wondering how was I going to face
Sufian and Zuhair though Zuhair
didn't know that I was watching
them except if Aliya already not told
him about so.

Next morning was not usual as we

were not having anything to prepare
ourselves for, so we woke up late as
I was yawning and stretching myself
after a long peaceful sleep I saw
Aliya was coming towards me in a
hurried pace as if she was being
followed by someone, before I asked
her anything she directly asked me
to come aside so that we could talk, I
was not so surprised as earlier I was
teasing her about the incident at
store, so I guessed she would
enquired about the extent of my
information on the events of the
night before or may request me not
to reveal the secret to anyone else,
but instead she asked me if I liked
what I saw last night.

I was perplexed over the enquiry and

stared at her for asking this unusual
question as I was about to cross
question her she said she know that I
was watching her and it was all
intended. This time I was shocked by
her boldness and revelation, and out
of no where I exclaimed what! I mean
you know I was watching you still
you did all those things just to put
up a show before me? I mean why?
Didn't you scared if I go and told
anyone about it? She said, that was
her worry but after dinner we
understood that I would not told the
event to anyone, wait a minute we
what did you mean by 'we'?
Another moment of surprise did
Zuhair also know? I asked out of
curiosity, She moved her head in
affirmation, now I was really curious
and surprised both at once to know
the reason why they did it while
knowing that they were being
watched was it some kind of bet or
dare or anything or they were under
some kind of exertion I really wanted
to know, I asked Aliya to told me
everything about it only then I would
conceal the fact from becoming the
family scandal.

It was not my idea to exhibit our love

making to anyone particularly to you
or anyone else particularly to any of
the family member but Zuhair had
other plans only he knows the real
reason but he said it would add thrill
and excite him to the core if
someone was watching while he had
his sexual onslaught. I also not really
love him but forced to act according
to his will as he had my numerous
photos and videos in a very
compromising postures and state.

Now the fact really shocked me and I

instantly asked her if he blackmailed
you to do what you did? She started
crying instead of replying me and
said please listen I would not like to
involve you in to any of this but as
you are aware of my state now I had
been asked to enquire about your
opinion about what you had
witnessed last night.

Now it is my time to get surprised as

not only Zuhair knows but also asked
my opinion about it. I replied puzzled
what! He wants to know whether I
like the show you two had put before
me yesterday or not, but why? didn't
he think I might go to the elders and
told them whatever I saw and make
him guilty before everyone. She said
he was aware of the possibility also
very much scared about your
reaction but when Nashra told him
about what she saw you two were
doing inside the trunk he was
confident you would not tell that to
anyone but instead he want you to
join him in his games of pleasure
else you would consider the
consequences of the fact if he
revealed what we did in the trunk to
which he present Nashra as witness
and later if I told everyone about
them no one would believe me as I
didn't have any proof instead
everyone would think that in order to
deny the fact revealed by him about
me and Sufian, I am putting a false
blame on him.

I was shocked and literally hold my

head with both of my hands in sheer
disbelief that he was smart more
then I expected, not only he would
defame me with Nashra as a witness
but also prove himself innocent if it
was true what I just heard from
Aliya.

As I was lost in my thoughts and the

consequences I had to face after the
possible revelation I was brought
back by Aliya's hand caressing my
shoulder in a sympathetic manner,
she said she could understand what I
was going through with, as she had
faced this before when she was first
forced and blackmailed by Zuhair
against the photos he had taken last
year while she was bathing and
advised me not to be alone anytime
as now he would do the same to me
what he had done to her, with that
she left with a face of resentment
and pity she had on me.

The morning brought a real surprise

which not only would shatter my
freedom but also left me on the
mercy of a boy who was sex starved
and would surely use me for his
pleasure in the upcoming future if I
had not find a permanent solution to
this creepiest problem of my life.

Whole day was spent while assessing

the facts and reasoning for the
amount of destruction it would
caused if I let Zuhair told everyone
what had happened instead of
accepting his terms while following
the advice of Aliya not to be alone,
after a long assessment finally, I
conclude it was better to talk to him
and tried to manipulate him to my
side and left the whole issue without
any further discussion. With a firm
determination in mind I asked him to
meet me at the store after lunch
when everyone else were in their
room for taking a short nap, which
was a usual habit of the people here
in India, to which he instantly agreed
and said he would look forward to it.

You look stressed what's the matter

Bushra asked while eating lunch
besides me at the dining table to
which I simply looked in her direction
and move my head in negation to
shut up her further quarry while
thinking over the meeting with
Zuhair I was worried about how was I
going to make him understand about
leaving all this shit and forgot what
happened at the store what was I
going to say to him I was lost in my
thoughts.

Suddenly someone tap my shoulder

from behind when I turned around it
was Amir who wanted to know if I
would like to play Ludo with them
after lunch or not, I said no I want to
take rest as I hadn't slept well last
night. He said okay as you wish and
left to count for others.

Half an hour later when everyone

was either in the room for taking nap
or in hall to play Ludo I silently
walked towards the store, the door
of the store was closed but not
locked I went in and closed the door
leaving a space ajar it was dimly lit
through the light coming from the
exhaust window at the top suddenly
I recalled the incidence it was the
same place where they started doing
all those things where I was standing
then.

I felt a chilling sensation just by

remembering what was happened
and if it is possible to look inside the
trunk from this place I tried but it
was vein as the hole was too short
and the brightness is also not
sufficient, it was then I heard the
rumbling of the knob at the door and
as I turned back he was there with a
grin on his face.

He quickly came in and closed the

door completely as he did on a
previous night. I was trembling with
fear and excitement first he was
much elder then me second I had
this problem of nervousness in such
critical situations for a moment I
thought I would have taken some
assistance with me while dealing
with this but what would I do then I
had already made my decision and
standing before him to negotiate on
the matter.

I was searching for words to express

my concern and was about to say
something when he came forward
and caught my arm and said it was a
wise decision to come and enjoy with
me as I had a lust for you since I saw
you at the Amir's birthday party last
year, I was surprised and before I
react he hugged me and started
caressing my back I was completely
taken aback by his quick move and in
a reflex push him away.
He was faster than my assessment
before I got carried away, I replied
boldly, listen I came here to talk not
for this okay I am not Aliya and I
would not submit before you so
easily, what was I talking I didn't
know the way he was staring at me I
got really afraid.

To gain some control back I said, I

would shout and told everyone what
you did now and the previous night
and for that Aliya would be my
witness, with all my strength to show
my boldness I step forward towards
him with a pointed finger to
dominate over him so that he would
back off instead he came forward
and caught my hand and twisted my
wrist to my back all of a sudden I
pushed forward towards him as he
hold my wrist at my back with his
right hand and with his left hand he
caught my cheeks and forcefully
pressed his lips on mine.

I was shocked by his move and my

eyes went wide as I was not
prepared for his move and the pain
caused by his tight grip on my wrist.
I struggled to retrieve my freedom
but he sensed it and pushed me back
towards almirah and within a
moment I was leaning at the almirah
while my right hand was twisted
around my back and my lips were
locked with his in a forceful kiss I
was struggling to get free and with
my right leg I hit him right in the
middle of his leg he groaned and left
my hand immediately to hold his
groin and back off.
While wincing in pain he said "Sali
Randi maarti hai tujhe to main nahi
chodonga" (you hit me whore, I
would not leave you) I startled and
ran towards the door he said don't
you dare to go away like this
otherwise I promise your reputation
would be destroyed for sure, I halted
at the door with one plank open and
one closed I was wondering what
should I do if I leave he would go and
tell about everything and if I stayed I
would not be able to keep him away
longer first he was way stronger
then me second I might got carried
away from the way he would touched
me as he had touched Aliya.

As I was assessing my situation he

got recovered and came behind me
caught my shoulders and drag me in
the store I resigned and let him
dragged me to the corner he once
again closed the door and stand
before me with a devilish grin I
asked him in a very serious tone
what did he want, he said just a
small favor to which I replied I am
not that type of girl you understand I
would not do what Aliya did. He said
I would not asked you anything yet, I
just wanted to have a feel of your
body as I had a huge fantasy for you
as I had told you earlier so either you
agreed on my terms or you could
walk away but don't forgot what I
said about the consequences. Now
the choice is yours.

I was really having a very hard time

and regretting over my decision of
coming here for a talk, now I had to
choose before someone came while
searching for any of us after
considering his threat and
consequences of the discovery of our
little secret I resigned to my fate and
hung my head down he sensed my
judgement and came forward to hold
me from my waist.

I was wearing knee length skirt with

top having zipper at front, he raised
my chin and this time kissed me
slowly I didn't respond to it while he
was caressing my naval over my top I
was standing leaning against the
wall with hands aside like a statue
his hands moved to my waist and he
caught the zipper of my skirt at the
side and started sliding it down with
in a moment it got loose enough to
fall on its own and pooled around my
ankles he brought his left hand over
my mound and caught my pussy over
the fabric of the panty and started
massaging it, with his right hand he
caught the zipper of my top and
started sliding it down revealing my
boobs covered in shameez (a cotton
vest wore by Indian girls under the
top or t-shirt or shirt) as I didn't
wear bra at home my nipples were
poking out of my shameez which
immediately caught his attention and
in a moment my top was undone and
he slide it down from my shoulders
to be joined with my skirt at my feet.

He was holding my right boob in his

hand while massaging my pussy over
my panty I was lost and had a strong
guilt swept over me and started
crying silently while he was having
his time with me he has removed my
shameez by now and mauling my
breast one at time while licking my
nipples which was erect and hard
like eraser my nipples are not long
as Aliya and my boobs are also
smaller then her but I have more
perky boobs then her she has a little
sag due to the heaviness in her
breast while I was having a small
perky boobs which stands straight
without any support for which I
immediately got compliment from my
invader.

As I was silently waiting for the end

of this torment he got hold of the
waistband of my panty and
anticipating his move I tightly shut
my eyes to avoid self shame as he
started sliding it down and within a
moment it pass through my knees to
pool around my ankles with the rest
of my cloths, there I was standing
completely naked and a boy who was
a cousin of my best friend taking
advantage on me violating my pride
and playing with my tender body
which started replying to his
advances despite of the guilt and
sorrow my body started responding
towards his touches to which I was
afraid earlier as I know I would got
carried away if he take me to this
point of no return.

As he was sucking my nipples

alternatively and massaging my bare
pussy lips which was by then
covered and glistening by my own
juices I moaned and my hands went
automatically to his back holding him
tight against me as if not to let him
away from what he was doing I was
on a verge of my building orgasm.

Suddenly he separated away and I

got frustrated by his sudden leave
and open eyes to see what happened
it was then I got a shock of my life I
saw Aliya standing behind Zuhair
with a phone recording us , I stared
in disbelief and about to protest but
shunned by Zuhair closing my mouth
with his hands as he whispered in to
ears dear you would be my whore
from now on and would do as I asked
otherwise you know that now I had a
video which would told itself what
you had done here was your will and
happened with your consent, as it
was made from where you accepted
my proposal which would show no
sign of protest from your side so now
my dear Rimsha kneel down and take
out my dick and show me how you
suck it.

I was started crying severally by

then and held my head in sheer
disbelief that what had I done to
myself why had I came here what
was my fault? I was staring at the
ground as he came close and opened
his zip taken out his dick which was
now fully erect and pulsating in his
hands he slapped my cheeks with it
and ordered me to open my mouth
and suck it before he changed his
mind I stared at his face and with a
pleading look ask him to have mercy
at me he sensed that and said you
would like it later babe now show me
how you suck it.

I had never sucked dick before in my

life but had seen in a movie, I
hesitantly opened my mouth and
take the head of his dick inside, I felt
like puking there and then but I
licked it with my tongue and started
taking his length inside out
observing my lips round around the
skin of his dick he caught me by my
hairs and forcefully showed his dick
deep inside my throat I gagged and
coughed but he remained thrusting
his dick inside my mouth but little
slower this time.

Aliya was recording us and I looked

in her direction, she had sad face as
if telling me she was doing it
unwillingly, I looked back at Zuhair
he had a huge grin on his face then
on the dick which was wrapped
around my soft lips moving in a slow
rhythm suddenly he got tensed
around his waist and pull out his dick
and before I got a chance to realize
what was happening he shoot his
warm sticky cum on my face and
boobs, I was stunned and felt like
vomiting then and there, Aliya
sensed what I had felt and came to
wipe off that sticky liquid with her
stole as she was done.

I retorted back at Zuhair for what he

had done, he calmly said it was just
the beginning dear I had much in
store for you later, but for now go
before someone came here to see
you in your naked glory by the way
you have a very firm and perky
boobs as I had imagined, later I
would enjoy your pussy which was
dying for attention as now shining
with your juice and inviting me to
take a good care of it but no problem
I would caressed your bottom lips
later, for now move away before
someone caught you like this and
then don't blame me if the person
take advantage of your vulnerability.
He had gone while zipping up his
pants and left me and Aliya
consoling each other after what I
was been through and she was made
to do against her will..

The day had changed my relationship

with Aliya and would lead towards
further degradation waiting for us in
the upcoming days. We had moved
to the guest room after arranging my
cloths and Aliya stayed besides me
for the rest of the day to console me
and to show some sympathy and I
was wondering what would come
next after what happened today and
just by considering what possible
torture was stored for us I got
shivered and caught fever which
would prevent me from the
upcoming onslaught for some time.
Lost Innocence Ch. 03
byinnocentrimsha©
Hi friends, this is the continuation of
my story "Lost Innocence", for to
have a better understanding you
must read the previous thread, so
without further delay let's continue
from where we had left...

'You need to go back as early as

possible', suggested Aliya in a
consoling manner. It is clear that
Zuhair has determined to degrade
you further, "Are you even
listening?" She said irritatingly. I was
lost in my own thoughts and the
memories of the recent events, I
shake my head in affirmation in
response and asked her instead,
what do you think he would do, when
and where as per the circumstances
we are here for another three days,
and if I consider your advice what
would I say to everyone else why am
I leaving early?

She remained silent for a while

suddenly came up with a possible
solution, she said you could pretend
that you are sick and need to go
back to concern your family doctor,
to which I replied yes and they would
let me go are you really that dumb? I
mean they would call the local doctor
in that case and our lie would have
been easily caught. Bad idea think of
something else.

While we were assessing our options

to get away from the place or from
Zuhair I heard a call from Bushra she
was shouting my name I excused
Aliya to discuss our issue later or she
would kept calling me like that and
would assemble the whole village
here in my search. I went out of the
store to answer my best friend but
before I could utter a word she fired
a series of question at me where
were you? What were you doing?
Why were you not there with others
in the hall? And the one which
startled me at once "what the hell
was wrong with you? had you not
look yourself in mirror for ages?

Her last question was quite irrelative

as I am very much cautious about my
appearance all the time, but then I
was appearing like a ragged doll,
hair was a complete mess top was
open around my ribs, skirt was
loosely held dangerously sticking
around my hips threatening to fall
anytime without notice and my face
still had signs of my early torture.
She was fast enough to notice that
and I was wondering what should I
say to justify my state.

Ah! I was weeping Bushu, as I was

missing Mummy and particularly her
constant comments over my casual
habits that's why I went to store for
isolation as I didn't want to disturb
any of you. I lied to justify my state
and thought it would satisfy her but
being my childhood friend she know
that I was lying, she instantly held
up my chin and said, "Don't you dare
to lie to me", what's the matter had
someone hurt you, you can't hide
anything from me as I can sense your
feeling.

I was worried, what should I say to

calm her down and to make her
believe that everything was fine,
then I heard Aliya from behind you
still weeping like child stupid girl
soon you would see your mother
then hug her for eternity I thought
you were 19, and by now had gain
some matureness but I guess some
people are late learners. I
immediately turned around to face
her and to say thanks silently she
understood and said now no need to
say thanks for consoling you like
your guardian now you had your
shadow go along with her and had
some fresh air. She walked away
towards the hall leaving me and
Bushra behind perplexed over her
comment.

I said, "Are you satisfied now", that I

wasn't telling a lie. She stared at me
as if saying, I would confront you
later. I said let's go and play
something as I had enough tears for
a day, and walked past her towards
the hall she followed in silence but I
know she would burst out later but
when, that she only knows.

Amir said, "where were you been"

amusingly, "you had missed a hell
interesting defeat of your brother
consequently at my hands, while
high-flying at Aliza and Sufian, what
had caught my attention was the
stare from Nashra, I was taken aback
but recalled that she had watched
me and Sufian in the box as we had
completely forgot that she was with
us all the while we were doing the
unthinkable. I avoided her silent
stare and move towards the bed to
have some rest and to think what
should I need to do to keep Zuhair
away.

It was around 8 at night Aliza came

to wake me up for dinner I was
startled by her shaking and was
about to shout at her for being
rough, I saw Zuhair standing next to
her and smiling as if saying, "the
wait is over". I lowered my gaze and
asked them to go as I had to go for a
loo. She walked away arrogantly
saying come soon or you would get
nothing but what we had left after
having our meal. I walked straight
away to the washroom avoiding any
contact with Zuhair as he remained
standing beside my bed, I closed the
door and held my head in despair,
"what would I do now?"
"The Biryani is awesome"! (a dish
made up of rice mixed with chicken
along with lot of spices), said Zain
while eating his meal with a huge
excitement as he was a huge lover of
it. I was lost in my thoughts of
possible ordeal which I was about to
face, suddenly I had a tap on my
thighs, it was Aliya she said almost
in a whisper focus on your meal as
Bushra is watching you for a while. I
came back to my sense and started
eating my meal, pretending normal
to avoid any doubts over my sudden
loss of enthusiasm. But I know the
damage had been done and Bushra
had sensed it too.

After dinner we were all sitting in

veranda to discuss our schedule for
our visit to near pilgrimage which
was around 20 kilometres. We had
planned to go there tomorrow but
because of recent events I was
reluctant as I know Bushra would
definitely interrogate me during our
journey and I was not prepared to
answer her direct questions about
my changed behaviour also it would
provide me some time to think over
my strategy to avoid Zuhair for the
next two days of our stay as he was
also going along with others.

"I was not feeling well", I said

exclaiming with sorrow, therefore I
would stay back for rest. Everyone
was surprised as it was my plan to
go but observing my changed
behaviour which was quite
observable they believed me and
accepted my proposal. I looked at
Bushra from the corner of my eyes
she was silent and was thinking
something. I didn't know what it was
but it was related to me that I was
sure about.

Next morning I woke early to see off

everyone as I was left behind with
the servants and Amir's
grandparents who lived in the front
room adjacent to the main door as
his grandmother was not able to
walk around and his grandfather was
weak enough to walk around the
entire house so they stayed in front
room from where he can easily come
out to the hall for relaxation and go
out for their needs.

After everyone left I went to Amir's

grandfather to asked him to call me
if he needs anything, after ensuring
that they were lying there satisfied I
moved to my room passing from hall
where Chotu (a teenage boy working
as cleaner) was cleaning the dining
table and the furniture he stared at
me for a while as if asking why had I
stayed back alone. I ignored him and
moved on my way to my bed to have
some peaceful sleep for a while
without having a fear of intrusion.

It was around 10, I woke up by the

noise coming from the hall, I went to
check if everything was okay, there I
find a real shock of my life Zuhair
was standing there with Aliya talking
to Chotu, "you need to go at once as
I am here to take care of the house
and Dada Dadi" ( referring to his
grandparents), he was asking Chotu
to leave as he was there to take care
of everything from then. He also
mentioned that he came back to
watch over me as I was ill and would
required assistance that's why he
took Aliya with him and now there is
no need for Chotu to stay behind
long.

I know I had to do something before

the situation got out of my hands, I
called Chotu interrupting them, to
clean my room again as It was
stinking with bad odour also to wash
my cloths as I was going to change
them and need them again at the
time of our departure.

Chotu was irritated from my demand

as he had to work again but Zuhair
was really pissed from my move as it
was clear from his face burning with
frustration. I smiled as I had
accomplished my goal but never I
know it was short lived and I would
dragged in much deeper guilt and
degradation from which I may never
overcome.

Chotu moved in to my room with the

broomstick and a sweeping cloth
clearly irritated from my demand I
was feeling pity for him as for my
sake he had to do his cores again but
I was also thankful to him as he gave
me a chance to keep myself away
from my tormentor.

As I was sitting on my bed observing

Chotu doing his work Aliya walked in
and asked me to come to the store at
once I denied to follow as I was
aware who had given orders and for
what. She came to my side and said
in a whisper, "Don't displease him as
you know the consequences". I
looked at her for some help she
resigned and lowered her gaze and
said you know I can't go against him.

The store was quite then usual as

there was no one around it appeared
like some old isolated room kept
away from civilization from decades.
The door was open and there was
darkness inside the room I tightly
held Aliya's arm who was walking
besides me anticipating what was
there in store waiting for me. As we
came inside the lights were on and
the door closed with a loud bang
behind us. I know he was standing
behind me with a grin on his face he
finally had his prey.

"I told you no one would save you

from me", said Zuhair arrogantly. I
was trembling with fear anticipating
what was about to happen I closed
my eyes and recalled over my
options to avoid this upcoming
torment. "there is no option but to
submit", he said as if reading my
mind. I was numb and clueless what
to do before the situation goes out of
my hand.

I felt his hands sliding around my

waist, he held me from back and in a
swift jerk pulled me towards him. I
got stiffened from his touch and
tried to maintain my balance against
his pull, I was wearing the same
pajama which I wore at the fateful
night earlier in the store while
playing hide and seek, it was tied at
front to hold pajama at my waist and
a kurti ( a long top with half sleeves
having zipper at back).
As he held me with his left hand his
right hand moved towards my back,
he caught the hook of my zip and
started pulling it down, the kurti
started loosening at the back and
the ordeal had just begun, his hands
moved inside my loose kurti from
behind and he started feeling my
back, I started having gosebumps all
over my skin as he started sliding
the straps of my kurti from my
shoulders before I could say
anything my kurti fell down to pool
around my ankles.

With the removal of my kurti

followed by my shameez which was
swiftly peeled over my head to be
thrown away in to the corner and
within no time I was naked above the
waist and my breast was now
revealed only to be mauled by him.
He was gently massaging my back
and cupping my boobs from behind
as if assessing their weigh and
pulling my nipples to become more
stiff causing a sweat pain in my
chest. I know I was loosing it, my
body already started responding to
his touch and I was aroused in spite
of being used against my will.

Aliya was watching us and Zuhair

started manhandling my boobs his
groping had become more rough and
he started nibbling at my neck, I was
lost in pain and pleasure and
completely forgot about my state
and I didn't remember when I started
moaning.

"I know you will like it", said Zuhair

while kissing my neck, his words
brought me back to reality and I
realised that he was not only
massaging my boobs but also
grinding his erect dick on my hips,
alarms were ringing in my ears and I
know I was loosing my will the guilt
had now been replaced with pleasure
and to my disbelief I started
thrusting my hips in to his bulge to
feel his erection causing wetness
between my legs.

Zuhair turned me to face him I had

closed my eyes in anticipation as he
held my waist and started fumbling
with my knot and before I know he
opened the knot and inserted his
palm in to my pajama which was
loosely held around my waist and
with the movement of his palm over
my panty covered mound it fell on its
own and pooled around my ankles
along with my kurti.
Aliya had watching us while holding
a phone, I knew she was recording
which I instantly understood, was
being told by our tormentor, I looked
straight in to her eyes before closing
them again to feel what this devil
was doing with my body.

He caressed my nether lips over the

cotton fabric of my panty which was
by then wet by my flowing pussy. I
was ashamed and aroused at once
and wanted to feel more I was
moaning quite loud then as he
inserted his fingers at the waistband
of my panty and within a moment it
was pulled down to my thighs, he
parted my legs a jar and with his foot
pushed my panty down passing
through my knees to pooled around
the pile of clothes around my ankles.
I was standing naked in all my glory
before a girl I admired and a boy I
hardly know. I had lost all my fight
and struggle and submitted before
my tormentor with out much efforts.
He started feeling my bare nether
lips and caressing them with his
fingers his other hand was at my
boobs and his lips were at my
nipples, he was sucking them biting
them alternatively, I was lost in the
pain and pleasure I was receiving,
not caring about my surroundings
and it was then I heard a loud gasp.

My eyes opened wide at the sudden

voice and as I turned towards the
door I was shocked to the core it was
Bushra standing at the door with her
mouth opened wide, holding her
head in sheer disbelief. I quickly
parted away from Zuhair and
instantly covered my bosom with my
hands as I tried to explain myself
searching for words, she came
forward and before I uttered
something she slapped me right on
the face my right cheek was burning
with the impact and I was stunned as
this was the first time I had seen her
in a state of fury.

"What the hell are you doing?" she

said while grinding her teeth her
face was red and anger was
reflecting through her eyes she
demanded again this time clutching
my shoulders and shaking me
thoroughly. I started weeping and
said pleadingly it was not my fault
let me explain please!
Explain! "what on earth you are
going to explain, I know something
was not right the moment I caught
you yesterday but I haven't expect
this, Rimsha how could you? What
the hell was wrong with you have
you lost your mind? I mean how are
you going to explain all this, look at
you! You are looking like a slut
naked like a bitch doing things which
only a whore can do. I just can't
believed what am I seeing? I didn't
expect this from you Rimsha
seriously!

"Stop shouting like a bitch you

whore", said Zuhair, she did what
she did, who are you to confront her
like that she is not your slave so stop
behaving like her caretaker. We all
looked at him confused, and
perplexed over his reaction at the
same time knowing why he was
irritated that much.

He was frustrated from the intrusion

and a chance that he had lost over
me to do things he desired as I was
somewhere a willing or should I say a
submissive participant in my own
ordeal and because of her sudden
arrival he had lost his momentum
which would ultimately lead towards
my first fuck with Aliya as a witness.

Bushra came with an immediate

reply "I am not talking with you. You
fucking son of a bitch! I know your
breed, the boys like you always
lurking for a girl to fuck around but
mister my friend is not that type, of
which you could easily have fuck! So
stay away from us and you I need a
damn explanation but first let's get
away from here and with that she
picked up my clothes, thrown it
towards me, "dressed up!" and we
would discuss this later.

I looked at Zuhair he was furious

from the insult Bushra had just made
of him before me and Aliya his male
ego was hurt somewhere and the
way he was looking at us it was clear
he would have his revenge by one
way or other.

As I started wearing my clothes he

said in a very calm and quite
manner, "Go with her but just
remember if you dare to cross the
door you know what would I do to
your image and to your family
prestige and mark my words the
whole world would spit upon your
face and your parents would not be
able to show their faces to anyone." I
would make sure your family
prestige and dignity would be
thrashed and destroyed forever.

I was literally shaking with fear from

what I have heard from his mouth it
was not a warning but the possible
future which he had shown me in a
few sentence. I looked at Bushra and
she was stunned by this revelation
she then understood that he had
forced me to do all these things and
blackmailing me for something which
was not appropriate.

Before I could say anything Bushra

turned sharply at him and slapped
him hard which not only surprised
him but all of us "Don't you dare to
blackmail my friend in front of me"
you scoundrel how dare you talk to
her like that, to get her you have to
go through me you understand. Let's
leave Rimsha before I loose my
temper. She turned around asking
me to get dressed and leave the
place immediately.

As I was about to wear my pajama

Zuhair played my video loud on his
phone which was by then was with
Aliya, I froze in my place and Bushra
returned to have a look at what was
there for display she was shocked to
see what was playing on his phone
and after a few moments he said
calmly now you understand what
would I being capable of.

Bushra was not only shocked but

also concerned about me after the
revelation that Zuhair had just made
she looked at me in disbelief asking
about what was that all about! I
looked away and said that's what I
was about to explain Bushu I was
blackmailed by him to do what you
had just witnessed I had no other
option my family prestige and
dignity was at stake, I had to follow
him otherwise you know what would
happen to me and my family.

She was surprised and searching for

words what to say! instead she came
near me and hugged me tightly. She
said I didn't know that, but you could
have at least told me before we
could have find solution, this way
you would be his slave forever
Rimshu how you got in all this how
he got that video we could talk with
our elders for help darling! you
didn't need to submit yourself before
this creep.
Then I told the entire story to her
from the beginning to the rest, she
looked concerned and worried as if
wondering what could she do to save
me, it was then Zuhair laughed and
said it looked like you are having a
deep bond of love and friendship for
each other, so let's see how close
you both are? and how much you
care for each other? Let's see what
you can sacrifice to save your
friend's pride and dignity.

I know what he was up to, I

immediately retorted back at him,
"Stop! Playing games with us you
would not harm my friend at any cost
whatever you want, you could do to
me but keep her away from all this, I
would not let you drag her in to this
mess." I hugged her and asked her to
leave immediately from there and I
would come later after resolving this
issue with him.

She stared at me and said, "How

could you think I leave you alone
with him? Specially after knowing all
this. Your pride is my pride, your
dignity is my dignity how could I let
this brat degrade your family pride
and your parents prestige like that.
Listen I am not going anywhere
understand. She then turned
towards Zuhair and said what do you
want just tell me how much you want
I would arrange any amount in order
to free my friend from your grip.

Zuhair laughed again and said, "you

think I need money! Are you really
that dumb? Or you are pretending to
be. What I want is the revenge of the
slap bitch. You dragged yourself in
here for no reason now you have to
pay for it. Now if you want to save
your friend and her family from the
immense humiliation start
undressing right now.

We both were shocked what we have

heard. Bushra looked at me and I
looked at her not believing what we
have heard. She looked at Zuhair
then at me then lowered her gaze as
if she was considering the threat, I
pleaded to Zuhair please spare her
as she had nothing to do with all
this. But he said it was her choice
now to stay back and watch your
dying prestige and family reputation
or start undressing to degrade
herself for the sake of your pride and
dignity she had messed with me now
had to face my wrath.
I said to Bushra in a pleading way
please go away from here and leave
me to my destiny but she caught my
hands and said if I were at her place
what would I do then, I was stunned
over her response and was searching
for a reply she repeated the same
question and said, "I know you would
sacrifice everything for my sake and
so do I".

I was feeling proud and a deep guilt

at once proud of having such a
faithful and loyal friend who is ready
to sacrifice her pride for my sake and
guilt as it was because of me she had
to go along with this, as I was
staring at her, she turned towards
Zuhair and said in a low voice,
"would you delete the video after I
got undress and would never
blackmailed her again."

I was not believing what I had heard

from her she was negotiating with
him for my sake and giving away her
pride for to save me and my family
for social humiliation. I was stunned
from her question so do Zuhair. He
said yes I would delete the video and
never blackmail your friend but for
that you not only do what I asked but
also need to be my doll for the rest
of the day and would do whatever I
demand.

I immediately came for her rescue

and said no way, I would not let you
fuck my friend as per your will you
son of a bitch don't you dare to talk
to my friend like that do whatever
you want she would not follow your
commands. I would do whatever you
say but keep her stay away from this
as I was waiting his response Bushra
said I am ready but you have to
delete the video now, only then I
would do as you told for the rest of
the day. I was stunned by her
decision I know she love me like her
sister but not aware that she would
go this far.

Zuhair chuckled and said though you

are not in a position to put demand
still I accept your wish and he took
the phone and open the file folder
and deleted the video right in front
of us. The fate had been decided I
was wondering was that real or I was
dreaming with an open eyes. Bushra
sighed and nod her head re- assuring
what she had been agreed upon.
And I was watching in utter disbelief
she step backward to completely
closed the door and then turned
around to look at me as if saying it's
for you my darling and as I was
looking at her helplessly she started
unbuttoning her top from below she
was wearing a white top and long
green skirt as she was opening the
buttons from below her naval first
came in to the view she was very fair
and had a very soft and hairless skin.

Zuhair had a huge grin on his face

Aliya was watching in disbelief and I
was helplessly watching the ordeal
of my best friend and wasn't able to
do anything but to resign to our fate.
She unbuttoned her top and slide it
down from her shoulders revealing
her perky boobs. I heard a gasp from
Zuhair and watched him unfastening
his pants showing his bulge covered
under his underwear.

Bushra also noticed his move and

continued her act by unzipping her
skirt from side, her skirt was loosely
held around her waist just by a hook
which was soon detached by her
trembling fingers and in a swift
motion her skirt fell down on its own
and she was standing in her black
panty and white bra her melons were
perky and much bigger then me. I
always admired her figure but never
dreamed to have a look at it
particularly in a situation like this.

With a trembling fingers she

unhooked her bra and as the fabric
loosened her melons were freed and
the bra fell forward on its own, then
she held the waistband of her panty
and slowly started pushing it down
revealing her soft chubby pussy with
a puffy lips. Her panty passed
through her knees to pooled around
her ankles she was naked in all her
glory.

It was first time I was seeing my best

friend naked completely though I
have seen her half naked several
times before but this was the first
time I have seen her all naked she
had an hour glass figure right mass
at right proportion. She was looking
down and I know she was weeping
silently.

Zuhair had now removed his

underpants and stroking his erect
dick openly before us and I was
wondering what would happen next.
I was feeling intense guilt inside me
for letting this happened to my best
friend and was not able to do
anything for her. It was then Zuhair
came forward and grabbed her left
boob and started massaging it she
instantly looked at him but lowered
her gaze immediately as if she
recalled what she had been agreed
upon.

I was feeling sorry for her, he started

groping her melons and standing
very close to her his dick was
touching at her mound and he
purposely started rubbing his dick
over her exposed cunt which was
then glistening with moisture, like
me she was having a hard time to
control her betraying body which
was now started responding to his
touch and she was shivering with
excitement.
While groping her Zuhair looked at
me and said why are you standing
like that remove what you had wore
earlier without my permission and
stay naked while I was enjoying this
beauty what a boobs she has and I
would love to rammed my entire 9
inches in to her gaping pussy. But
words are words I would only play
with her nubile body. You should be
grateful to her as she had saved you.

He was right I would remain in debts

for my entire life to her for what she
had done for me. I lowered my panty
and stepped out of it while watching
Bushra tried to read what was going
through her mind, but she was silent
like a sea before storm. Her eyes
were closed and her body was
literally shaking because of what
Zuhair was doing to her.

He was sucking and caressing her

boobs and massaging her pussy with
his right hand, her body already had
started responding to his touch
which was evident from the juices
flowing from her virgin pussy and it
must be very hard for her to control
what she was feeling at that
moment.

Aliya was standing behind him and

watching silently what was
happening before her as if digesting
what was happening was real or she
was dreaming, like me. Her face was
blank and she appeared to be
paralyzed by the event happening
right in front her eyes.
There Zuhair started groping Bushra
roughly causing her to moan out of
pain and pleasure that he was
giving. I also felt the same feeling
down at my pussy as all this was
enough for me to bear, I was also
excited to my core by the earlier
ordeal and then by seeing what was
Zuhair was doing to Bushra and I
didn't know when my hands went
around my pussy and I shamelessly
started sliding my fingers over my
pussy lips the urge for a release was
so intense by then, that for a
moment I forgot what was
happening?

I was massaging my clit with my

eyes half closed because of the
pleasure I was having then and my
state was not concealed as I looked,
Bushra was looking at me with a
blank face and Aliya was watching as
she knows what was going through
my mind.

Bushra had surrendered completely

by then and was holding the waist of
Zuhair to maintain her balance and it
was clear from her face that she was
about to have her orgasm right there
while standing against his tormentor
and within a moment she held Zuhair
tightly and laid her head on his
shoulder while her body convulsing
from the earth shattering orgasm
she had. Her whole body was
shaking with the impact and she was
resting completely against Zuhair.

After what felt like eternity she had

regained her senses and in a
moment out of reflex got away from
him and stared at him blankly
confused over her behaviour and
guilty on her body's betrayal. She
looked at me for support and her
eyes went wide open as I was
furiously massaging my pussy with
half eyes closed and looking at her
with a face of no shame and as I
locked my gaze on her pussy which
was a moment ago massaged by
Zuhair and then was glistening with
her juices, my legs buckled and with
a earth shattering orgasm I fell down
as it was too much for me to hold.

"I know you are horny bitches since

from the beginning", Zuhair said
sarcastically, bringing me back to
the reality. For a moment there was
absolute silence. He zipped up his
pants and said, now I will tell you
both what to do or what to wear as
for a day you both are my dolls
submitted before my will, with that
he moved out of the store and
Bushra fell down holding her head in
complete despair and the guilt she
felt after the way her body
responded against her will.

I stood up and hugged her tightly as

if to say sorry for what she had gone
through because of me. She
understood and hugged me back we
both wept for a while, and then there
was a hand on my shoulder it was
Aliya, she said after a long silence
that she could understand what it
felt like but what you had done for
Rimsha was something that hardly
can anybody would do.

We both looked at her and started

wearing our clothes as we were
about to leave the store Aliya said
that she would do the same and now
would do anything to save us from
the person she once liked, (She was
referring Zuhair obviously) to which
we looked at her in disbelief and left
for our room.

When It Rains, It Pours

byurbanslut©
The speed with which the clouds
gathered and the skies opened up
took me by surprise. I was on my
scooter, driving back from a work-
related assignment in a village about
100 km outside of Delhi. Usually, I'd
take the car for such a distance, but
it refused to start in the morning. I
expected to return before sunset,
but the assignment had taken longer
than expected and by the time I got
done, the villagers insisted I have
dinner before leaving.
So there I was, on my scooter, close
to 10 pm on a narrow local road
when it started raining cats and
dogs, as the cliche goes. Since it
wasn't the time for monsoons, I
expected the rain to stop soon, so I
just pulled over by the side of the
road and stopped under a tree. Half
an hour later and the rain still had
not let up. I was completely soaked,
even under the tree.

I thought of calling home for a

rescue from my predicament. As I
reached into my purse to take my
cellphone out, I felt a certain
dampness. That's when I realized I
had taken my fabric purse, which
was obviously not waterproof. The
cellphone was also wet, and had
conked off. Great, I thought to
myself. Stuck here without a working
cellphone on a highway late at night.
Some vehicles were passing by. I
thought of flagging one down. But
there had been so many news stories
recently about a group of men in
their cars or SUVs kidnapping women
from the roadside and raping them,
that I did not feel comfortable doing
so. I decided the best course of
action was to drive until I reached
some village, and then make a call
from there.

So I got on my scooter and drove for

about half a km when
putt..puttt..putt...hisssss. The
scooter engine just stopped with
some ominous noises. I tried to
restart it. Even tried the manual
kick-start. Did not work. Great. As if
things couldn't get any worse. Now I
was soaked to my skin, with my
scooter and cell phone refusing to
work, stranded on a deserted road at
almost 11 pm. I stood there re-
evaluating the option of flagging
down a car. The rain had gotten even
harder now, definitely the heaviest
downpour in the region in years.

Finally I decided to take the chance

and stood by the edge of the road
waiting for some vehicle to pass by.
Nothing. Zip. Nada, for about 10
minutes. Not a single car or truck.
Was I in the twilight zone, I
wondered.

That's when I noticed a guy on one of

those old rusty bicycles approaching
from the Delhi side. He was wearing
a raincoat, and had his eyes on the
road, so did not notice me
immediately. I called out to him and
he stopped. Crossed the road and
came close to me.

"Hello.... my scooter has broken

down and my phone isn't working
either. Do you have a cellphone on
you?" I asked in Hindi.

The man pushed his hood back. He

was bald and in his 40s. Wiped the
water from his face and replied in
Hindi,

"Cellphone? No. I don't own a

cellphone. But I am a mechanic.
Want me to take a look at that
scooter?"

"Oh, thank you. It will be great if you

can fix it."
He got off his bicycle, and started
examining my scooter.

"Why are there no cars at all on this

road?"

"It's a pretty bad storm, Madam.

Trees fallen all over. The road is shut
on the Panipat side about a km that
way. And on the Delhi side a couple
of km that way. I was just cycling
back home from the garage I work
at. It's just a km away."

This did not sound good. If the road

was closed both ways, how was I to
get home? The man realized what I
was thinking from the worried look
on my face and said,
"Don't worry about the Delhi side.
They were saying it will be cleared
within an hour. It's not a very big
tree, they say."

He looked under the scooter a few

times. Took the toolbox out of the
side-box and puttered around. Tried
to start it a few times. And then said
to me,

"Sorry, Madam. There is thingummy

thingummy with the thingummy of
the thingummy and we need a
thingummy". Well, that's not exactly
what he said. But I am a total dunce
when it comes to automobiles so he
might as well have said that and I
wouldn't have understood it any less.

"Alright, so can you fix it?" I asked.

"No, not here. Don't have the tools
and parts for it. But if you like, we
can go to my garage. It's just a km
away. We'll get there in no time.
There's also a phone in the garage,
so you can call someone and have
them pick you up."

That sounded like the best possible

option. So we set off on foot towards
his garage. Him dragging my
scooter, and me rolling his bicycle
along.

"So Madam, if you don't mind. What

is your name?"

"Mukta" I replied, and out of

courtesy asked him, "and what is
your's?"
"I am Zahid Qureishi. If you don't
mind my asking.... what is a young
lady like you doing here at this time?
We usually don't get Delhi
'memsaahibs' in our parts."

"I had some work in a village near

Panipat. Was driving back when this
storm started."

"Yes, this storm is really unexpected.

Never seen it rain like this even in
the monsoons."

He stayed silent after that, but I

noticed that he'd keep stealing
glances at me. I had been so
preoccupied with thinking about the
scooter and how to get home, that I
didn't realize how completely soaked
I was. Fortunately, as I always do
while on village assignments, I was
wearing a very conservative salwar-
kameez (google it if you don't know
what that is), with a long scarf
around my neck and chest. But even
so, being as soaked as I was, the
fabric was hugging some curves of
my body more tightly than it ever
would.

Nothing too scandalous, mind you,

but I am sure it was titillating
enough for a middle aged car
mechanic like Zahid. His name
indicated he was Muslim and Muslim
women in those parts dressed very
conservatively. So I must have been
quite a sight for him. I tried not to
think too much about it though.
Apart from a few glances, which
were perfectly normal for any male,
he had been very polite and well-
behaved. I did not feel threatened by
him at all.

Finally we reached the "garage". I

use quote marks because calling it a
garage would be too effusive. It was
just a small tin shack, probably no
bigger than the average bedroom.
There was a rusty signboard on top
saying "Madinaah Atto Garriage"
with some arabic phrases on it.

Zahid put my scooter on its side-

stand and banged the metal door of
the shack.

"Who is it?" came a thick voice from

inside.

"Mansoor, it's me Zahid. Open up."

The door creaked open and out
peered a man I guessed to be
Mansoor. He was shirtless and
wearing a dirty pair of boxer shorts.
He was a small man, shorter than
me, and I am just 5 ft 3. Had a thick
beard, and curly gray hair. I'd guess
him to be older than Zahid, maybe in
his 50s.

"What happened?" he asked, staring

at me.

"This is Mukta Madam. She was

driving back to Delhi when her
scooter broke down. I saw her when I
was going home, so brought her
here."
"Hmpfff... OK... bring it in." Mansoor
said and opened the folding doors
completely. Zahid and I walked in. It
was, as I said, a small shack. There
was a small mattress in the corner
where I guess Mansoor slept. The
rest of the shack was filled with two-
wheelers, their parts and other tools.
The whole place also reeked of
something I couldn't quite place...
probably just grease and male sweat.
In another corner was a chair with a
table, and on top of the table, a
telephone.

"Can I use the phone?" I asked.

"Yes sure." Mansoor said as he

started opening the scooter's casing.
I picked up the receiver and held it
to my ear. Silence. No dial tone.

"There is no dial tone" I said.

Mansoor came over and took the

phone from me. As he did, I could not
help but notice his still shirt-less
torso. It was hairy, and he had a big
pot belly. There were some stains of
grease on his belly, chest and arms.

"I guess the storm knocked the lines

out."

"Oh. Is there someone close by with

a cellphone?" I asked.

"There's just our garage and two

other shops here - one a tea stall and
another for hardware. Both are
closed, and the guys who run them
don't stay in the shops like me. You
will have to walk a couple of km that
way for any other shops or houses."

I weighed my options. It was still

raining pretty hard. I could walk to
the other shops. But maybe I could
just wait for these men to fix my
scooter and then drive. Zahid was
already working pretty hard at it.
Mansoor went and stood next to him
and they started discussing
whatever was to be done. That's
when my sneezes started. Achoo's
after achoo's. About a dozen or so.

"Looks like you are catching a cold

because of your wet clothes."
Mansoor said looking at me. "If you
want, I can give you a clean shirt and
a lungi to change into."

"No, that's fine. I can wait. It won't

take long to fix this anyway, right?"

"It will take about an hour, and..."

He was interrupted by another bout

of sneezing from me. After my
sneezes subsided, he looked
pointedly at me. I could feel the
sneezes getting worse. I decided
that it would be stupid to risk
getting pneumonia when there wa an
option to change out of my wet
clothes.

"OK I suppose I should change."

Mansoor went to the corner and
opened a box. He took out a towel, a
relatively clean t-shirt, and a lungi. A
lungi, for those who don't know, is a
sarong-like wrap that many Indian
men wear. He gave it all to me and
said,

"As you can see, there is no other

room. You can change in here. Zahid
and I will wait outside." They walked
out and I went to close the door. It
was just a rusty bolt which I slid into
the loop. There was a nail hanging
from a thread from the bolt. The
purpose of the nail, as I later
realized, was to be inserted into a
hole at the end of the bolt, to act like
some sort of a lock. I didn't realize it
then and left the nail hanging as it
was instead of inserting it into the
hole. Which, ironically, lead to
further events.

I should have moved to the back of

the shack to change. But whether it
was the greasy smell or just laziness,
I did not. I started changing just a
couple of feet inside the closed door.
I then took off my salwar and kameez
which were by now dripping with
water. I thought for a second about
keeping my bra and panties on, but
they were too wet. So I took them off
too, and got completely naked. I took
the towel and started drying myself.
I was drying my hair when it
happened. The wind suddenly picked
up, and the door started shaking
from the wind.

A big and audible gust of wind came

and as if in slow motion, I saw the
bolt sliding back under the pressure.
In what must have been just a
second, but felt like an eternity, the
bolt slid back completely and the
folding doors opened with a bang.
Zahid and Mansoor who had been
standing with their backs to the door
were startled by the noise and
turned around.

I stood there motionless with my

hands holding the towel to my hair,
as Zahid and Mansoor stared at me
dumbfounded. There I was,
completely naked. In front of two
men I had just met.

I was caught in two minds about

what to do. Whether to cover myself
up or close the door. My first instinct
was to grab whatever I could and
cover my nakedness. I had grabbed
and picked up my salwar and kameez
which were bundled together on the
floor at my feet. I held them in front
of me and then ran forward to close
the door again. Which was a big
mistake.

The gusty wind which had blown the

door open was still blowing strong.
My hands were wet and slippery, as
were the clothes. So the gust of wind
blew my salwar and kameez out of
my hand and outside on to the street
and into the darkness. And once
again my nakedness was visible to
the two men who were still standing
rooted to their spots, a few feet
away from the door. I now decided to
close the door first. Because of my
hair getting in my face, I was
struggling to pull the door back
against the wind gusts when
WHOOOSHHH... something else flew
by me. The shirt, towel and lungi
that Mansoor had given me had also
flown out. Those were the last
possible things to cover myself with.
I could now think of no short term fix
to my visible nakedness.

I sank to the ground, wrapped my

hands around my folded knees, and
hid my face in them, hoping this
would at least hide my boobs and
pussy. The face was hidden mainly
out of shame. In a few seconds I
heard someone walk in and close the
door. I also heard a chuckle, and
then realized, I had heard only one
set of footsteps. I looked up and saw
Mansoor putting the nail into the
hole of the bolt.
"You didn't put this nail in, did you? I
thought it was obvious that's what it
was there for." he said. I just started
at him, red-faced. "Well, Zahid is out
there running after your clothes to
get them back. Good man, that
Zahid. Always does the right thing. I,
on the other hand, just had to have
another look. Hehe. Come on, don't
be shy. I've seen everything
anyway."

Mansoor was now standing right

above me. He was fully drenched, as
were his boxer shorts, and his
erection was adding to the effect,
leaving little to imagination. I could
not help but stare at his penis and
testicles outlines through the wet
shorts. Which turned out not to be a
smart thing because he noticed what
I was looking at and said,
"Oh, that interests you? Well, fair's
fair. You showed me everything, so
the polite thing would be to do the
same." and in one motion he slid his
shorts down. I stared even harder.
His dick was circumcised, like all
Muslim men. I had so far been with
only Hindu men, and the only
circumcised dicks I had seen were in
porn films. I had often fantasized
about what it would feel like to touch
one, take it inside, maybe even suck
it. This train of thought was running
through my head as I, almost
involuntarily, reached out and
touched the head of his dick. I
wrapped my fingers around it and
shook it around playfully. Almost at
once, the realization of what I was
doing hit me and my hand froze. I
looked up at him with trepidation.
He seemed at a loss for a few
seconds. So far his behavior was
mostly about bravado and arrogant
needling. He probably expected me
to feel shy and shrink back. And
frankly, I would have expected the
same from myself. But my
unexpected reaction had surprised
him as much as it surprised me. We
were motionless like that for a few
seconds. I staring at him with his
dick in my hands, and him standing
there staring back at me. Who
moved next would be crucial in
deciding the turn of events. If I had
shrunk back, or maybe yelled at him,
he would certainly have backed off.
But my motionlessness gave him the
opening he needed.
He bent down, grabbed hold of my
hair and pushed my face towards his
dick. I let go of his dick as it hit me
on the cheek. He pushed my head
back and pulled it again, this time
the dick hit my closed lips. I looked
up at him, and our eyes met. He gave
me a stern look, a primal dominant
male look which I tried to return with
a laboriously mustered up look of
resentment. Then he smiled and
cocked his head to turn his gaze
lower. I followed his gaze and was
shocked at what I saw. My left hand
was fingering my clit. And I was now
on my knees. My body was reacting
entirely on its own without keeping
me updated.

"Heh..hah...hahaha" Mansoor started

laughing. I couldn't help breaking
into what they call a shit-eating grin.
I felt his grip on my hair get tight
again. He pulled my head towards
his dick. This time I opened my
mouth and let it in. Immediate
reaction - gag reflex. A combination
of the strong stink of his dick as well
as the fact that he had thrust his
cock all the way in and probably hit
my tonsils. He took the dick out. I
turned my head coughed a little.
Then turned back to face his dick.
Took it in my right hand and started
sucking on it slowly, using my usual
blowjob technique. The foreskin-less
head that I had encountered for the
first time felt nice, almost like a big
lollipop. I took it out occasionally to
glance at it, gave it a peck or two. I
was like a little kid transfixed by a
new toy.
Mansoor was now moaning in
pleasure and running his hands
through my hair. His eyes were
closed and he seemed to be enjoying
this blowjob. I had been sucking for a
couple of minutes when there was a
knock on the door. Mansoor clucked
his tongue in annoyance, and said,

"That is Zahid. Damn, I forgot about

him."

He took the three steps to the door,

and opened it. Zahid rushed in,
holding just my bra in his hand, and
closed the door.

"Sorry Mukta Madam, the rest of it

just flew away. This was stuck in a
tree so......." his voice trailed off as
he took in the scene in front of his
eyes. Mansoor was standing there
naked with his dick erect. I was on
my knees with my left hand still
fingering my clit. He looked at
Mansoor and me turn by turn, and
then said, "Oh.... I see."

"Been years since we banged a chick

together, old friend." Mansoor said,
slapping him playfully on the back.
He then walked past me towards the
mattress and lay down on it. He then
beckoned me to go to him.

"But... is she... I mean..how come.."

Zahid tried to string a sentence
together, "You're not forcing her,
right?"

There was silence for a couple of

seconds. I realized Zahid was looking
at me for an answer. With this break
in the proceedings and Zahid's
question, I had suddenly become
doubly aware of the situation. I had
been willingly sucking a strange
man's dick, a fat old stinky hairy
mechanic's dick, and had been
fingering myself while at it for good
measure. Had I been forced? Zahid's
question gave me an exit route if I
were to take it. I momentarily even
considered it. But the work my
fingers had been up to down there
had put me in a different state of
mind altogether. The normal demure
Mukta who had struggled a few
minutes back to cover herself up and
close the door had seemingly been
carried away by the gust of winds
with the clothes. This Mukta was
possessed, consumed by the most
animalistic and basest of instincts.
I got up from my knees and stood up.
Slowly walked towards Zahid. Took
the bra from his hands and flung it
into some corner. Then I turned
around, and walked towards
Mansoor, swaying my hips
exaggeratedly, giving Zahid a great
look at my butt. I reached the
mattress and got down on my knees
between Mansoor's spread legs. Bent
down and resumed my blowjob.

Zahid did not need an engraved

invitation after this. He was out of
his clothes in a jiffy and was on his
knees behind me. He fondled,
pinched and slapped my tight round
butt for a while. Then put his finger
in my pussy, and chuckled at the
wetness. And very soon, ahhh... a
cock in my pussy. It had been weeks.
After experiencing how a circumcised
cock feels in the mouth, I was now
experiencing it in the pussy. Not too
different in the pussy, I must say.
But there was much more to Zahid's
cock than just being circumcised.
There was girth, the sort that I had
never experienced before.

Zahid drilled me hard and fast. His

hand kept moving from around my
waist, up my back, playing with my
boobs, back to my waist, grabbing
my butt flesh and so on. His intense
fucking distracted me from my
sucking and I was just holding
Mansoor's dick in my mouth.
Mansoor took the lead then. He got
on his knees, grabbed my hair and
started fucking my mouth. I was
being pistoned hard at both ends,
and was experiencing a never-before
bliss. Mansoor then started with his
smack talk,

"Oh yes, oh yes, you randi, you slut.

You like this don't you, you Hindu
bitch? You like being fucked by two
Muslim dicks. Don't you? Don't you?
Answer me, slut." and he took his
dick out of my mouth.

"Mmmm...hmm...AHHH" I moaned in
response as Zahid was hitting the
right spots and the right tempo.

"Say it, bitch. Say you like being

fucked by Muslim dicks."

"Yes...OOOO...AAHHH...I
like...AHH..MMMM...being
fucked....AHHHHHHH...by Muslim
dicks. Ohhh Zaaaaaaaaaahidddddd" I
yelled as the first orgasm hit me. I
don't know if Mansoor making me
acknowledge the taboo nature of this
encounter played a role in it, but I
had an extremely intense orgasm. I
yelled and shuddered as it lasted
longer than usual.

"Hear the Hindu bitch scream with

pleasure." Mansoor said
triumphantly "Bet she is a brahmin
bitch too. Are you? Are you a
brahmin slut?"

"Yesssss" I exhaled. Zahid was still

at it. His longevity amazed me. No
one I had slept with before could
keep going this long at this pace and
tempo. With some starts and stops,
and some change in pace, yeah,
many had lasted longer. But Zahid
was able to keep going at the same
pace, even with the friction that his
thickness and my relative tightness
must have generated. Amazing.

Mansoor meanwhile resumed fucking

my mouth. In a couple of minutes,
his grip on my hair tightened even
more and I realized what was about
to come. Within seconds, my mouth
was flooded with a big load of his
cum. It took me three gulps, but I
swallowed it.

"Wow, look how easily she swallows,

our little Brahmin whore." Mansoor
said. He took his dick out of my
mouth, and used my hair like a
napkin to wipe it off "Good for
fucking and for cleaning, HAHAHA"
he added. He then backed away and
sat there looking at us. Zahid
continued fucking me. It was now
close to twenty minutes, I thought to
myself in the lustful haze, and he
hadn't paused at all, even for a
second. As if on cue, he paused and
took his dick out of my cunt with a
small plop sound.

"Get on your back." he said, "I want

to look at your face."

I turned around and got on my back.

Zahid put his knees on either side of
my butt. He then took my feet at put
them on his shoulder. Then with his
hands grabbing my boobs hard, he
rammed his dick into me again. And I
almost came again. At this angle, he
had reached even farther inside and
touched places that had never been
touched. And he started yet again, at
that hectic pace, fucking me.
"Zahid-miyaan." Mansoor said, "Good
to see your stamina has only grown
with age. But remember, you already
have six kids. You don't want a
seventh, do you, if you know what I
mean."

"Yeah, I know." Zahid replied even as

he kept fucking me. "I'm not
planning on cumming inside her.
Unless she wants it."

"AHHH....I am...MMMM....OHHHH...
on the pill. You
caAAA....can..MMMHHH... cum
inside." I managed to get the
sentences out. I really was on the
pill, and the way this man was
fucking me, I wanted him to cum
inside me.
"Haha, of course she is. That's how
all these Brahmin sluts are. Taking
pills so they can go around screwing
Muslims they like." Mansoor said.

"Will you shut up about the Brahmin-

Muslim thing? I'm sick of it." Zahid
said, partly in embarrassment. But it
probably did have some effect. He
took his hands off my boobs and put
them around my thighs. Still on his
knees, he straightened up from the
waist, lifting my butt off the
mattress, and started ramming my
cunt even harder. I sensed what was
about to happen, and realized this
change of posture had started my
own orgasm. Zahid thrust his hips
ahead, then back, ahead then back.
My whole body moved with him as
we both had our orgasms.
Zahid exhaled loudly, let go oh my
feet and stayed like that on his
knees. I was still writhing with the
after-shocks of my orgasm. I could
still feel his dick hard inside me for
about a minute more. He finally took
it out and sat there. I took my hand
to my pussy and could not believe
the amount of jizz that was coming
out of it. I sat up, unsure of what to
say. Zahid seemed to be thinking the
same thing. And Zahid's rebuke had
temporarily shut Mansoor's mouth
too. Mansoor did however, come
close to me and start playing with
my breasts.

"Let's work on her scooter." Zahid

said, and Mansoor reluctantly let go
of my boobs and followed him. They
both put their clothes on and started
working on the scooter.I lay there on
the mattress for a while to regain my
breath. It was still raining, but the
intensity had clearly waned. I got up
and walked towards the table.
Picked up the phone's receiver. Ah.
The dialtone was back. Phone lines
were back up. Dialed my home
number.

"Hello. Mukta here." I said.

"Mukta, where have you been? I was

worried sick!" my husband said,
clearly worried.

"Sorry honey." I replied, "It started

raining very hard and the roads got
dangerous, so I decided to turn back
and return to the village to wait the
storm out. But my cellphone got wet
and stopped working. And the
landline connections were down too,
so could not call."

"Oh okay. Thank heavens you're

safe. I was really worried. So should I
come there and pick you up? It'll
take me just two hours." hubby
dearest asked.

I felt something poke my butt. I

turned around to see Mansoor,
naked again, with his dick erect once
more, grinning at me. He put his
finger on my clit and bit my ear,
silently chuckling.

"No, that's fine." I said, struggling to

sound normal. "They have put me in
a small guesthouse of sorts here. I
will be fine. I don't want you to drive
in these conditions. I've heard there
are many fallen trees blocking the
road. Plus, you have to work
tomorrow. Just go to sleep. I'll come
back in the morning. Good night,
honey."

Mansoor's finger at my clit had now

found just the spot and it took
monumental effort to say that whole
statement normally.

"OK, good night. And take care. This

is the number I can reach you at?
The one you called from?"

"Yes, honey. Bye."

I banged the phone down

breathlessly, and yelled at Mansoor,
"What the hell were you trying to
do?"

"Hehe. So the brahmin slut is a

married lady too. Where is your
mangalsutra? You take it off when
looking for men to seduce?" he said.

"I don't wear one. What do you want

anyway?" I looked over my shoulder
at Zahid who was still working on the
scooter.

"As great as your mouth was, my

dick would like to taste your cunt too
like Zahid did. Something to keep us
busy while Zahid fixes your scooter.
Also, I was thinking, let's not distract
Zahid in here. So here's an idea...."
Fifteen minutes later. Wet grass
feels really odd and squishy on the
bare back and butt, I thought to
myself as Mansoor lay on top of me,
his pot belly frequently brushing
against the bottom of my boobs and
his bear brushing against my face, as
he fucked me gradually. The rain was
still falling, but was now down to a
drizzle. We were fucking under a
tree, about 50 metres away from the
garage. I had never fucked outdoors
in the rain before. Mansoor was not
as good at fucking as Zahid, but was
decent enough.

"Ahh...that's a tight little cunt you

have, Brahmin slut. What's the
matter, your husband's Hindu dick is
too tiny?" With Zahid not around,
Mansoor had returned to his
offensive smack talk. But the
offensiveness was oddly turning me
on. And making me talk back some
smack too.

"Unhh... why are you so obsessed

with my being a Hindu Brahmin, you
dirty old man? Fucking Muslim
women must be like fucking a dead
fish." I said as I put my hands on his
butt and pulled him deeper inside.

He seemed surprised at me talking

back. He paused for a bit, and took
his dick out. He pushed my butt
sideways and said,

"On your knees, Hindu whore. I will

now fuck you like a dog fucks a
bitch."
I smiled wryly at him him and did as
he said. He first spanked me for a
bit, mouthing more obscenities. Then
he pummeled my pussy for a while
more. I was about to orgasm.
Probably sensing that, he suddenly
stopped and pulled his dick out.

"Argghhh... why did you stop?" I

yelled at him at looked back. "I was
so close."

"Give me your left hand" he said.

"What?"

"Just give it to me."

I did as he said.
"Now your right hand."

It took some effort but I did. He held

my wrists together behind my back,
and my shoulder was mid-air. He
gently pushed it down. My face was
now on the wet muddy grass, with
my left cheek touching the ground.
That's when I felt it. His dick
touching my asshole. Surely he
wouldn't.

"No, not there!" I yelled and tried to

struggle. But his grip was strong.

"Yes there. That's what you get for

talking trash to me, bitch. Know your
place."

And he pressed it into my asshole.

It's not like I hadn't had anal sex
before. I had. But it had been a
while. So it hurt initially. But after a
couple of inches had gone it, it was
like my asshole remembered how it
is done and relaxed.

"Damn, look at how easily it went in.

You really are a whore. You clearly
have done this before. Why the
drama then?"

It felt the weird kind of good that

anal sex always feels. The pleasure
more mental than physical. As it
happened, he didn't last too long
after that. Shot his load into my
asshole and then just lay there on
top of me. We walked back to the
shack. Zahid was sitting there, and
my scooter had been put back
together. I checked the clock. It was
almost 2 am.
"The scooter is fixed. And the rain
has almost stopped You can go if you
want. But somehow I doubt you will
leave this soon." Zahid smiled at me.
I smiled back and said,

"Well, you heard what I told my

husband. I am supposed to be in the
village. So I can't go home right now.
Is there room for me to spend the
night here?"

"Hahh... considering what we have in

mind, we don't need too much
room." Mansoor interjected. "Zahid,
this bitch has a fine asshole too.
Remember how we sandwiched that
whore in Ambala that time? I think
that's definitely on the cards. Just
give me twenty minutes to recover."
"Hope you don't mind us getting a
head start then." Zahid said as he
took me to the mattress. He took his
clothes off and lay down on his back.
I climbed on top of him, took his dick
in my cunt and started riding him. He
started thrusting upwards. Mansoor
stood close to us, staring, and
rubbing his dick.

They did sandwich me in a while.

Zahid in my pussy and Mansoor in
my ass. And it felt fulfilling. We took
a nap after that. But Mansoor woke
me up in an hour and started fucking
me. Zahid also woke up and joined
in. That's how it went all night.

In the morning, my pussy was sore,

as was my asshole, so I slept in and
they kept the garage closed. Zahid
and Mansoor went and searched my
clothes and brought them back. I had
one farewell fuck each with both of
them, and left for home. I promised
to come back and spend another
night with them, but never did. But
often when I pass by their garage on
my way to some place near Panipat, I
am reminded of that crazy night. And
I feel tempted to stop and look in on
them.

So far I have resisted the

temptation. But if ever I am unable
to, I will keep you posted.

Stardust: Indian Wife Ravished

bydominantKhan©
Stardust: Indian wife and Black
Adonis
Author's note: The following story is
a pure work of fiction, all characters
and events in the tale are imaginary
and fictitious. Although, human
imagination is also influenced by
external stimuli. In the case of
author, someone has always served
as poetical inspiration to imagine,
fantasize, think and write. So, this
story is again dedicated to . . . heart
unfold like a flower, before whom.

=======

Twisting and gasping together, the

black Adonis worked urgently at
knots and buttons and buckles and
hooks until the last impediment
slipped away; and then in the
warmest rhythm of her flesh he
found an over-whelming sense of
this is what he needed; his self-
absorption was so complete that he
was dimly aware of her whispering,
"O' love, my love".

His every wild thrust was freeing her

from the every gravity of bounds.
Beyond fear, loyalty and guilt, his
black monster dragged her beyond
the present, outside time, with no
memories and no future.

Prologue:

It was another hectic monotonous

afternoon for Pallavi while she was
cooking in her cozy kitchen. But,
today she was little more upset on
her husband, who had not visited
home for about a year. The long
solitude and despair was
surrounding her more and more, with
each passing month.

Pallavi Iyer 28, married to Rahul Iyer,

for 5 years now. He was working for
an international oil firm in Dubai. A
pure workaholic career oriented man
in his mid-30s. She couldn't have
said that she was unhappy in her
marriage. However, she also couldn't
positively say that she was happy
either. Part of her has started
thinking that it was more a marriage
of convenience. Her parents needed
a well off young son-in-law and Rahul
needed a beautiful wife, as a part of
his 'things-to-achieve-list'. Love was
never in anyone's equation.

It was no secrete for Pallavi to figure

out that one critical reluctance in
him. The low libido, Rahul in sexual
terms was even below average and
to makeover for this short coming he
fabricated that physical and
emotional distance between them.
This was now turning her more and
more frustrated. She had been
always loyal to him, no other man on
earth ever had even kissed her.
Despite the bodily hunger, her
strong sense of loyalty and risk
averting nature had never even
tempted an idea of other man. She
was a prime and proper wife,
knowing elemental yearning-not
having, is the mother of a reckless
giving of oneself. This she cannot
allow happening to disgrace her.

The terrain of her dismal thought

was stopped by a familiar calling
tone one her cell.
"Hey Pallavi, would you like to meet
that beast of your dreams?" asked
Shriya on phone in usual playful
voice.

"I know only one beast in the world",

replied Pallavi in a friendly
annoyance, "and that is you".

Pallavi and Shriya were best friends,

childhood friends from same city,
same neighborhood, same caste and
same school. Shriya was also married
to Pallavi's first cousin Ravi, so they
were relative even.

"Daniel Wood?" replied Shriya

maintaining her cheerful tone. "He is
here in India, for some shootout and
Ravi's (her husband) advertising
agency is hosting him.
DANIEL WOOD- the name Pallavi
must had whispered so many time in
her week moments of youthful days.
There was a sudden jolt of
excitement in her entire body, her
heart started beating faster,
something Pallavi felt in her ready to
burst out like a cork from a bottle of
champagne.

"Stop daydreaming Pallavi", said

Shriya and she started briefing her
about the commercial her husband
will be shooting with that Black
superstar of Hollywood, at some hill
station in Tamil Nadu.

Pallavi was hardly paying any

attention to Shriya's words, her mind
was lost.
Daniel Wood- He was her most, the
most favorite celebrity, her teenage
crush, the only secrete sin of her
mind she had committed in her
highly orthodox life. Daniel Wood,
who ruled he heart for about a
decade, he fall on her when she was
15 and that fan-following continued
till she got married at 24.

In her conservative home where a

girl wasn't even allowed to watch a
movie alone, this star worship cost
her a lot. Her orthodox father tore all
those big posters that she had
pasted inside her wardrobe. He did
not spoke to her for few days, in
anger till she agreed to give in her
stupid star worship thing. But,
secretly she remained her fan,
despite she had to burn those exotic
posters of Daniel that showed his
steal tempered chiseled body.

Even when she move to her

husband's house, Pallavi brought a
small hand bag, containing all the
newspaper clippings, CDs of his
movies, his biographies, interviews
and those latters she wrote him as a
fan but she could never sent due to
her shyness.

That was but all her innocent past

and she had forgotten him almost
after marriage. Pallavi was married
for five years with Rahul and living a
typical married life with a love
husband and her son.
"Are you listening me Pallavi?" asked
Shriya, bringing her out of nostalgic
feel.

"Yes, but Shriya..." replied Pallavi. "I

mean how I can go, Rahul is in Dubai
for week long meetings and...!"

"Ravi has talked to Rahul already,

you don't worry", Shriya interrupted,
"Rahul has no issue, and I guess he
will be calling you in sometime".

"What?" Pallavi asked, little dazed.

"Ravi is too much you know..." she
did not like that someone take
permission from her husbands on her
behalf, but secretly her heart
thanked Rahul.
"Come on Pallavi. Why you have to
spoil everything?" Shriya said sternly
this time. "You're Daniel's great fan
for over a decade, what is the harm
in meeting him? Why you've to deny
yourself from every pleasure,
Pallavi"?

"But, Ie ... I mean", Pallavi did not

want to admit that despite all her
admiration to the He MAN, she was
feeling shy to meet him.

"Shut up Pallavi", replied Shriya.

"Ravi and me, may join you soon and
its only three hours journey, you just
leave tomorrow morning, I've booked
a cab for you, and get ready...
shooting may take couple of days so
we will be back in three days".
"Okay", Pallavi could only said one
word, in her heavy breath.

Half hour latter Rahul also called her

giving the consent. "Ravi is also
there, go meet him, you will have
some outing as well, Pallavi", Rahul
said.

======

Next Day:

Daniel Wood was enjoying his stay in

South India, he wasn't expecting
such a luxurious place on a hill, that
too in Indian country side. He was
staying in a hill resort, the Jewel of
Nilgiri.
To help him derive the best
experience of Tamil landscape,
advertising company had provided
the Honeymoon suite, which is
private in all aspects with a private
pool and an enclosed sit-out. Its
spacious sit overlooks the beautiful
lake and surrounding mountains.
Soaking in the warmth of the wooden
interiors and inviting the nip of cold
air from the hills.

Daniel had a big breakfast and a

detail meeting with the local sponsor
about the shootout schedule early
this morning. Everything was fine
and scheduled but something was
missing, as he found himself an
empty sofa in the lobby.

A woman?
Daniel was never short of cunt
supplies — but human nature. The
abundance would make you seek
quality. He simply had refused those
escorts his host had supplied. A
woman who do not blush nervously
to his inviting gaze, Daniel would
never give her a second look.

Somehow, Daniel used to decipher a

"Blush", as a guarantee of authentic
emotion, a safeguard against
feminine deceit. Blushing speaks the
language of the heart, a language
that the lips may be denied from
uttering, what he always want to
hear. Daniel was just unhearing the
local manager in those "what's
missing man" thoughts, when his
eagle eyes spotted Pallavi. From a
distance she was staring at him, with
a slight kiss in her eyes.
From a fair distance, nervous Pallavi
was finally seeing the true gravity of
that brown middle age super star.
She was creaming in her panties,
without a rub, without a touch,
without a single inch of meat
penetrating, just by the heat of his
eyes, and his face, and she was
finished.

Daniel had a quick look of her curvy

body carefully wrapped in many folds
of a saree, white flowers in hair.
Pallavi was unconsciously playing
with her gold bangles. Her eyes on
him was like a little girl greedily
looking at a candy her mother
forbade on her. There meet their
eyes from a distance and it clicked —
like someone is in love again.
Pallavi had a very charming face. Her
skin was golden dusky, well-toned
and spotless. She is a package of
beauty, voluptuous curves any red
blooded man will fumble into,
inviting for a grasp. Kiss-me quick
lips, lower among which is thicker
already. A secretive not-here
expression, and piercing deep black
eyes that always whispering, some
endearments. Her hair was long and
mostly straight with a few stray
curls. She had it tied back in a crafty
bun. Every inch of her was
spectacular! She looked like an
innocent girl, but once a lustful gaze
fall she exploded into shape like an
animal. Her unattended, well
covered body under tight wrappings
of a simple Saree was
embarrassingly well proportionate. A
perfectly shaped hourglass frame,
richly loaded with complex curves
and appropriate mounds.

What Daniel enjoyed the most was

an overwhelming shade of blush on
her red cheeks was stretching to her
ear lobes. It was like a painter's last
stroke to perfect her dusky
completion. "Here she is", thought
Daniel approving the woman for his
stay and he smiled at, whipping his
lips with fat tongue.

All he had to do now was to put her

in his typical '30 second litmus test
of lust', to figure out, if her is a blush
of modesty or blush of shame? His
test always work for him where he
would filter a women with pouring
his acidic lust with his eyes.
After a brief scrutiny of blushing
Pallavi, Daniel smiled and eye her
fixedly — her delicate lips formed
into a no, though the sound was
inarticulate, but her face was like
scarlet. And soon Daniel had it
figured out — Pallavi was radiating
none, but an entirely different type
of blush — blush of guilt! Being
crowded all his life with 'after-all-
willing' cunts, Daniel had ignored the
possibility that a blush of guilt could
exist.

Albeit, knowing this blush of guilt

carries the very color of virtue, and
that blush which was spreading itself
over her face, is a mark of her
abhorrence of vice. 'Aha —
Shamefacedness here...', thought
Daniel lowering that cage of his gaze
from her face to long neck,
'Shamefacedness paradoxically, is
proof that this young lady has done
nothing shameful; only the innocent
can still blush'.

Daniel noticed Pallavi was hardly

wearing any powders or makeup
over her face.

'Pure dusky', thought Daniel.

The difference of natural and

artificial color, seems to him very
easily discerned; that of nature, is
mottled, and varying; that of art, set,
and too smooth; it wants that
animation, that Pallavi's oval face
was glowing with, that indescribable
something which, wholly surpasses
all his powers of expression.
There she moved— her right hand
leaving her bangles, moved and long
delicate fingers vanished in her
flower laden mane — she rubbed
back of her neck, while lowering her
gaze. Daniel had a sudden erection
as he spotted Pallavi sort of
shuddering in fever of his gaze. His
eyes were experienced enough to
read what this beautiful dream-girl is
daydreaming about...!!

Daniel's tripper eyes were

sightseeing on her curves and
mound, so shameless. The fertility of
his redolent gaze had turned
deprived spectacles of her body into
a Tamil landscape. Breathtaking gaze
over a stunning body. She was all
alien to dark monsoon of such lust,
falling all over her from few steps.
His heavy gaze was falling on her
like rainfall hard on tortured desert
soil, like marbles, pelting the dry.
Pallavi shivered, imagining flash
floods would soon replace muddy
puddles, and nothing would escape
the torrential rage. She had no
escape from that sincerity in his
eyes, in his applaud for her beauty.
His reflective eyes were like mirror in
which she could see how 'perfect' her
body was. Daniel wasn't who would
look from corner of the eyes or give
occasional glanced.

Pallavi could see, how he want to

seal the deal with his straight
forward, unshaken eye contact. His
visionary eyes suggested a move
wherever at her body he look. It was
happening so fast and rapid like the
air carries some anesthetic effects
on her senses. The woman in her was
so awake and his burring gaze was
like writing a new script in her mind
Pallavi tried breaking the spell
bound eye contact but those eyes,
piercing eyes and that killer smile
were taking her all senses.

Pallavi could not believe on what the

hell she was thinking. She tried
hushing her mind, cursing that
lecherous Pallavi who had invaded in
her like a ghost and suggesting
those cheap things. But nothing
worked.

Daniel's demanding eyes were like

fueling enormous demands on
Pallavi. Unlike Rahul who would
always think twice for entrusting a
task on Pallavi, Daniel seems to have
no doubt on her courage or her
toughness. His gaze had that
impression that like someone who
does not believe she is naïve or
innocent. His eyes and her mind had
formed a vicious alliance, conspiring
against her.

'Oh Bhagvan, am I going to be

dominated...? Am I going to be
pursued, possessed by his will, his
bidding??' Such fundamental queries
popped in her head, and she had no
answer to it except little more of
redness over her cheeks and
wetness between her weakening
legs.

Daniel was indeed one alpha male,

who has the courage to treat her like
a woman, like a pocket pussy. The
best reluctance she could show there
in her expressions was: 'Whether I
like your black cock or not is none of
your business'.

Then the spell was broken at once. A

much needed escape from that
captivity of his burring gaze had
come, yet Pallavi felt a sudden wave
of rampant jealously in her, as she
saw, an Indian young girl wearing
almost nothing (bikini), came out of
nowhere for autograph and hugged
Daniel.

The bold girl disappeared in his

strong arms, his demanding fingers
moving all over the milky midriff of
that girl and Daniel winked at
Pallavi. She felt upset on herself as
well for wasting 10 minutes in
blushing like a school girl, while she
had traveled all the way just to meet
him. Pallavi in dismay craved to
catch his eyes again, but Daniel's
eyes were lost in the milky cleavage
of that girl. However, planting a kiss
on his cheek, the girl vanished with
autograph.

Then he looked at Pallavi again...!

Precipitously, her heart started

beating fast. Daniel, the Idol himself
was walking to her... small careful
steps like a tiger aiming his hunt.
The same charming smile and lust in
his eyes, he was coming closer and
closer. Pallavi was blushing again,
her kiss-less lips parted away,
slowly-subtly, as she smiled softly.

Daniel could figure out this time 'it's

a deep blush of consciousness.
Reflecting that the 'nervous smile of
secret delight' that accompanies the
blush of consciousness is the result
of her very reprehensible feelings
towards'.

Pallavi's nostrils expended, exhaling

her warm breath. A prickling warmth
started in the very bottom of her
pussy and began spreading out from
there—into her belly and down her
ass and into her thighs, up through
her center and into her hot, heavy
breasts, until her whole body burned
with it. Her nipples in bra rise to the
moment craving to be captured by
those authoritative lips. His shadow
fall on her before he reached at her.

"Hello gorgeous..." Daniel greeted

the stranger lady... his voice was
husky and, he extended his heavy
palm at her for the handshake. "Do
we know each other?"

Without even a touch, just looking at

that huge palm Pallavi's body came
to life with a delicious hunger that
threatened to leave her helpless in
that hand. She stepped back,
instinctively — but her smile was
deepening.

Despite the dim lights, Pallavi could

still make out a firm jaw with a sexy
cleft chin, and the roughly carved
planes of his face. Daniel practically
oozed testosterone.

She held his hand and found it too

rough than she had thought, with a
blushing smile she greeted him. "No
Sir, we don't, but I know you, and
know you for a long time", Pallavi
could not believe where she found
some much of confidence to talk to
him. "I'm Pallavi, and a biggest fan of
you, Sir".

He looked straight into her eyes, a

slight smile playing on his lips as
though he could read her mind or
something. Or maybe it was the
other way around.

From some dark comer her mind

called up an image of his body
stretched against hers, large hands
moving warm against her bare skin
while she molded herself to the
broad expanse of his broad chest.
She could practically smell the
woodsy, male scent of his body,
taste the slight saltiness of his skin
as they moved together.
Just that fast her body reacted,
coming alive with a raw, aching
desire deep inside that she hadn't
felt in almost never after early year
of her marriage, or months.

"I'm little busy now..." he replied in

causal manner, squeezing her hand.
"Do you need an autograph or
something"? He inquired in a manner
that heart breaking is not only his
hobby, but he break hearts,
religiously.

"Will you have a cup of tea with me,

Sir", Pallavi found herself saying,
curbing all her disappointment. "I've
travelled her from long distance just
to meet you". Her voice told, how
badly she is hoping against the hope,
as if she knew, such a famous man
will never have a tea with her.

"Not now", he replied killing

everything in her. "But you can invite
me over dinner, tonight". Next
moment he made her heart
blossoming like never before.

"OMG", Pallavi almost jumped like

the old teenager in her. "I do Sir... I
do invite you for a dinner, tonight".
The alacrity with which she extended
that invitation was self-explanatory
of the fact, that she had no idea,
what beast she is inviting on feast.

"On two conditions, but", replied

Daniel with a smirk, and looked at
his Rolex watch, as if he is in some
real hurry. His attitude was like
playing with her mind. A moment of
hope and next, she fall in despair.

"Conditions sir...?" Pallavi asked

apprehensively, praying he don't ask
her something she cannot afford.

"I will pay for the dinner and you will

have to wear a dress I've brought
from states for my most beloved
fan". Daniel replied.

"A gift for me, Sir...!" replied Pallavi,

in greet excitement. "Done
sir...where, when, just tell me,
please?" she asked in innocent
eagerness.

"Let's meet at the ship dock", replied

Daniel leaving her soft palm. "I will
send your dress in while in your
room". He sort of instructed her and
without waiting for her reply, Daniel
was gone, leaving musk of his lust,
deep down in her.

=====

Two hours later, after searching Ravi

all around when Pallavi entered her
luxury room in the resort, she found
the most expense, thin, modern,
cocktail dress waiting for her. The
dress caught her breathless. It was a
very bold and expensive cocktail
gown which featured a black
sequined corset-style top with an
asymmetric cut that overlapped onto
the white skirt.

All her life she wore modest saree

and maximum a jeans along with
long shirts and her idol had sent her
a dress that will expose her
shoulders and cleavage and even her
long slim legs. She felt like a
disobedient, vulnerable child taking
orders, but if that's what he wanted,
it was a trifling matter, and she had
no objection to dressing his way and
pleasing him.

After small nap and long shower,

Pallavi began to get dressed in that
party wear cocktail outfit. When she
looked in the mirror she had say
SEXY but she had never worn
anything that showed this much of
her body and she seldom went
without a bra. The thin silk caressed
her naked body underneath and
made me feel like she wearing
lingerie instead of a proper dress.
The thin material wrapped around
her long neck and down over each
breast coming to a v near her belly
button. Her 36 C breasts were
covered but the creamy cleavage
between them was completely
exposed and the material covering
her round breasts wasn't very wide.
It was cut to just cover her breasts
leaving her sides and arms exposed
as it slid down to her arched hips
and around her lower back. The back
was completely open all the way
down to the top of my butt crack. It
hugged her ass snugly, but
comfortably as it flowed to the floor.
There was slit up the right side that
went half way up her hip.

It was very clear that she could not

wear a bra with this dress. The
material hugged the shape of her
chest and showed her every
movement, it was super sexy. The
same with her ass. The material fell
down into the crack of her rear,
hugging her cheeks.

While bejeweling herself with those

ornaments Daniel send along with
dress, Pallavi wasn't sure exactly
why, but it was important that Daniel
not think of her as just another fan.
All she focused or fooled herself with
was Daniel wanted me with him
because he respected my
intelligence, poise, and wit. Never
had it occurred to her or she allowed
herself thinking that she will actually
end up his arm candy.

======
One reaching the ship's dock, where
Daniel Wood was supposed to meet
her. He spotted her from a distance
and every expression on his
charming dark face told her that she
looked every inch the style star in
the breathtaking dress and
accessorized with black strappy
sandals and a matching clutch.
Pallavi went for a deep burgundy
lipstick for her make-up look. She
wore her long black mane scraped
back into a chic bun, letting a thick
braid sporting over her burning
cheeks and accessorized with black
strappy sandals and a black clutch.

A complete package of stunning your

Indian beauty in cocktail stood
against Daniel — blushing and that
glowing blushes expressed more
desire of her desire to impress him,
than her modesty.

Daniel Wood greeted her with a

speechless expression. His dark eyes
had clouded like a winter's storm—
darkened with his desire. Her breath
caught as she met his gaze. No one
had ever looked at her that way
before. It was a longing that went far
beyond simple lust and she was too
shocked to do anything but stand
there staring back in surprise. She
didn't have the faintest idea how to
react.

He was watching her all stunned and

speechless, like he has never seen a
woman in his life, or Pallavi was the
woman he always wanted to see. The
night suddenly felt about ten
degrees warmer as a flood of heat
surged through her and pooled in her
lower belly. Oh, damn. Sudden panic
jangled her nerves.

She was sad earlier today, when he

was away, ignoring her and now
Pallavi wanted to bolt, to run away
as far as she could from this man
who set her afire without even
trying, but her feet seemed rooted to
the wooden floor.

Those eyes of Daniel and his breath

was oozing lust, all around her and
she had no place to hide herself. She
was babbling like an idiot, but
couldn't seem to make herself stop.

"You are looking so godlessly

beautiful, Pallavi" finally Daniel
manage to speak, coming out of that
trance of her dusky charm.

She straightened up slowly, gasping

in deep gulps of the humid night air,
her eyes and throat burning.

"Thanks," Pallavi wheezed. "Shall we

dine, Sir?" She quickly added, as she
need an immediate escape from his
burning eyes, or she would have
shuddered there.

"How about having some drinks

first...!" He asked her, and oblivious
to her inner turmoil, waved the
nearest waiter over. "Old monk,
please."

I'm sorry sir, I don't drink, but will

have some soft drink', all she had to
do was gather some courage and tell
him, but she stayed silent, worrying
it may offend him.

Once that was taken care of, he

followed her gaze out to the distant
lights of the buoys and drilling rigs
twinkling far out on the bay.

Daniel clinked his glass against hers,

and she smiled up at him and
deliberately ignored the warning
bells inside her head telling her that
spending the evening drinking with
this Black Adonis, can put her
chastity in a great jeopardy. Those
warning bells obviously hadn't been
paying attention to Daniel's dimples,
or the way his firm dark muscles
moved under that shirt. She'd
managed to sneak a peek at his butt,
too. Wow. He had the whole
package.

She was hugely relieved when she

reached her floor and she could
move to the side. But the look in his
eyes told her that he knew exactly
what was going on inside her head.

"Are you laughing at me, Sir?" she

demanded, reluctantly grabbing her
drink, it was very first time in her life
that she was drinking alcohol, but
more juices were flowing in her
panty.

He chuckled softly and pressed her

against the doorframe. "Laughing?
No. Enjoying your... shyness?" Daniel
lifted his thick finger, running it
along her cheeks. "Yes. I'm enjoying
you!' shy nervousness."

Thanks for the old monk Sir, it's so

refreshing", she replied to change
the topic again and tried her best,
not to radiate a shiver at the touch
of his finger tip.

"You are refreshing, Pallavi, thanks

for inviting me", replied Daniel,
filling her glass again.

Pallavi lips curled into a grimace.

Refreshing. She wasn't sure she like
that adjective but," she shrugged,
knowing there wasn't anything she
could do. She wasn't going to argue
with him on that point. The effect of
alcohol was probably making her
head dizzy, so she decided not to
drink more.

She wasn't nervous. That was such a

tame description for what she was
feeling. She was terrified. She could
feel her heart beating wildly in her
bra and her skin felt almost tingly
and he wasn't even touching her at
the moment.

"Alright, so, tell me, Pallavi..." Daniel

inquired in his typical arrogance,
"Other than my muscles what made
you such a worshiper of mine?"

Hesitant at first, she started to

explain about those movies of him
that she liked during her teenage
days and how her father opposed her
for worshiping a start. Pallavi could
simply tell him a few brief things
about his acting and action in those
movies, but she was now half
discussing her ancient past.

Pallavi waited for his eyes to glaze

over, but he actually seemed
interested, his gaze rapt on her face,
so she kept going. Before she knew
it she had spilled all of her recent
history including mentioning of her
family and married life.

"I'm sorry...!" she said, her face

heating from another blush. What on
earth had possessed her to unload
all of that personal nonsense on a
perfect stranger?
"I'm babbling. I didn't mean to bore
you." She said, but actually to cover
her own foolishness.

"I'm not bored...," he denied, one

side of his mouth quirking up. "I
could listen to you all night."

'Liar', she thought, but the heat in

his eyes made her quiver. When was
the last time anyone had looked at
her that way? Ever?

"How long you will stay here in

India", Pallavi inquired, changing the
topic but again the question rather
revealed her interest in HIM.

"All life...!" He replied, "With a fan

like you, I would stay in India, all my
like".
Not those flattering words but his
lips mesmerized her—so soft and full
that despite Pallavi's better
judgment she kept imagining what it
would feel like to kiss them.

Still she couldn't imagine, why in this

resort full of incredibly gorgeous
women and even those models and
Bollywood celebrities, Daniel was
content to settle for standing around
and listening to her prattle.

What could she possibly have done

to get that kind of reaction from
him? Possibly he was suffering from
some form of brain damage. It was
the only answer she could come up
with that made any kind of sense,
anyway.
At some point while she was
chattering, they had drifted closer
together so that when he shifted
from one foot to another his bare
arm brushed against hers. A jolt like
an electric shock sang through her
and left her whole body buzzing.

Pallavi looked up at Daniel to see if

he had felt it too and froze his face
was coming towards her, and then
somehow his arms slipped around
her waist and she was melting
against the heat of his hard body.

When she didn't make a move,

Daniel came up to her and grazed his
fingertips along the side of her face
in a feather-light touch like a
butterfly's kiss— something you
would never expect from a beast like
man. Daniel knew, the roughness has
its own time to come— despite all his
might he was afraid she might
disappear if he force her.

A shivery thrill sang through her as

his fingers left fine trails of heat
along her skin. Involuntarily— she let
her eyes close and gave herself up to
his lips and the heat of his body. As
his kiss deepened. Pallavi's body
came to life with a delicious fire that
threatened to burn her marital life—
all her values, the role and goals life
had entrusted on her.

Daniel's lips were even better than

she had imagined, warm and velvety
and hungry on her mouth. Sharp
teeth nipped playfully, and his
tongue flicked greedily along
Pallavi's cherry-flavored lips. Even
after the wildfire of his earlier touch,
she wasn't prepared for the intensity
of her body's reaction to him. No one
had gotten her that hot that fast
since she was a teenager.

While his lips and tongue held her

attention, his fingers freed the clip
holding her hair so that dark golden
waves tumbled down to cascade
from her shoulders and down her
back. Powerful fingers wove through
her hair and slowly tipped her head
back so he could kiss his way down
to her chin. When his lips nuzzled
down the soft skin of her throat with
little nibbles and licks, it made her
shiver and burn at the same time.

The old monk he had been drinking

left a sharp, clean bite of citrus on
her tongue as they darted and
rubbed together. She lifted up on her
tiptoes, crushing herself up into him,
her fingers twisting in the soft, thick
mass of his hair.

Pallavi felt his tongue dove and

played against hers until her heart
hammered and her hands clenched in
his shirt. Her skin was on fire, and
the ache inside grew more desperate
with each passing moment. Every
nerve in her body was alive and
quivering for attention— reacting to
every touch— every breath.

Each demanding touch of those

powerful hands sent her a little
higher and stoked the fires raging
within her until she grew
lightheaded from the sensory
overload.
Maybe it was just the alcohol, or
maybe it was the sexless life she had
lived with her husband, but she
couldn't remember ever feeling this
way after just a kiss before. Her
body betraying her mind wanted
Daniel to hold her like that forever.

A quiver deep within warned her

where this was headed. If he touched
her breasts— if he rubbed the steel
of his erection against her once more
— her clothes mighty be coming off
soon and she wouldn't be able to say
'NO' to him—wouldn't even try,
perhaps...perhaps, perhaps.

Deep inside she knew that she

should stop him, that this had
already gone too far. Daniel clearly
had the wrong idea, because there
was absolutely no way that Pallavi
was going to mess around with an
Idol who was so obviously a player.

Pallavi needed to pull away from his

lips while she still could, before he
totally overwhelmed her senses, but
somehow her body never received
the message. Instead, she arched
back to give him more room to
continue kissing her while wrapping
her arms around his neck to hold
herself more closely against him. It
had been so long so very long or
probably never that she had felt this
kind of intense passion in her or a
real lust — or since Rahul had shown
any true desire for her, Pallavi
wanted to feel this way forever to
feel fully alive again and luxuriate in
it until she couldn't take another
second without exploding. Her body
wanted him and her mind was
screaming against her body. 'You're
a wife Pallavi, you're a daughter, a
lady, and you cannot be a whore of
his lust'.

Finally she manage to break away

and gazed up at his eyes, alight with
hunger. "No please - I'm married,"
she shouted at him but what came
out of her mouth was a faint crying
whisper. "I cannot... please."

She was still breathless arid shaking

and not trusting herself to speak
more, unable to look away from
those eyes, unable to fathom how
she had sparked this kind of passion
in this man— in the man from her
dreams.
Yellow light from the swaying lamps
played across his face and for the
thirst tune there was enough light
for Pallavi to see his eyes. Icy dark
that should have been cool as a
December evening smoldered over
with an intense heat that left her
breathless, again.

"All right", he dropped his heavy

hands. "I thought you're a real
woman".

For a minute they continued to stand

there just staring into each other's
eyes. Still panting after that deep,
long kiss and then Daniel stepped
away from the rail towards the
stairwell.
"Come on, let's dine" said Daniel in
normal tone, as if nothing happened
here, a while ago. "I will not do a
thing that you don't want — trust
me". He made her an assurance,
causally. There was no mistaking the
look of raw hunger in his eyes as he
held out one hand towards her. Palm
upwards in invitation.

"Promise?" inquired Pallavi, in a

heavy breath of disbelief — as if she
knew deep inside her that no
promise can hold the abundance of
lust, this chocolate beast must have
been entrusted by his maker.

"Come on, Pallavi..." he retort a little

peevishly. "You want to dine with me
or I've so many other fans, waiting
me?"
For an instant she wavered, better
sense warring against her
overwhelming attraction to him, then
her last resistance crumbled, but the
jealously factor impaired her
judgment.

She let all her doubts fall away as

she slid her hand into his and let him
lead her below. She start walking
with him but maintaining a fair
distance, part of her cautioning
again and again, what slippery path
she is walking.

Yet, the magnetic lust of his dark

body was though attracting her,
more and more in this distance. They
descended the stairs to the deck
with the bar and weaved their way
through the milling party-goers.
When they reached the deck she
half-expected him to back to the
resort cafeteria, but instead he
opened a door revealing an enclosed
stairwell that dropped sharply into
the depths of the yacht.

"Watch your step," Daniel cautioned

as he clambered down, and held his
hand out so that she could steady
herself as she crept cautiously after
him.

Following him down those stairs put

her in a perfect position to admire
the view. Daniel's broad shoulders
tapered down to a trim waist, and his
Bermuda shorts showed off his well-
muscled butt. It took all of Pallavi's
willpower not to reach down for a
quick caress of those buns. The Idol
definitely believed in taking good
care of himself.
At the bottom of the steps, a narrow
corridor lead them to a very deserted
corner of the ships dock. To the
much of her relief she found a few
waiters setting up a dinner table by
the small wooden hut type of cabin.
Smell of fried fish and other Tamil
cuisine, reminded her of her other
appetites.

"Come Pallavi, I've something to

show you", said Daniel wiping his
hand with table napkin and he
headed inside the cabin. Then as he
stepped inside that hut Pallavi
paused at the threshold and raised a
skeptical eyebrow.

"Will you come into my parlor? Said

the Spider to the Fir," she
murmured.
He shrugged with a wicked grin that
would have sent her running if she'd
had a crumb of sense left. "Suit
yourself, Pallavi, but I promise if I
eat you alive, you won't complain."

Pallavi covered her mouth to

smother a giggle and step inside
behind him. As she took her first real
look around, Pallavi stopped giggling
and her jaw dropped. The cabin had
a glass roof, showing sky full of
stars. There was a single bed in a
corner. Small brass sconces on either
side of the bed cast a dim glow over
the cabin. In its soft light the cherry
paneling and brass fixtures seemed
almost to glow from within. An
enormous flat screen TV hung on one
wall, while a row of floor-to-ceiling
windows ran the entire length of the
hut opposite the door.

Daniel picked up a remote and the

sconces went dark, replaced by four
tiny— dim accent lights in the room's
corners. After a second Pallavi's eyes
adjusted, and she turned to the
windows so she could see the white
froth of waves and distant lights
glittering out in the bay.

"Oh Daniel," she breathed. "It's

amazing."

She stared out into the night for a

while, captivated by the wild beauty
of the scene— so close she could
have reached out and touched it. It
took her long to turn back to Daniel,
but she froze when she saw his
expression.

"See please, don't look at me like

this, you made a promise". She
pleaded, feebly but could not break
the mesmerizing eye contact.

Daniel was towering over her and his

rough hands slid from her waist to
her to her top until his fingers
gripped the low neck color of her
dress. His touch left sizzling trails in
its wake and her whole body began
to hum with the desire swelling
between her thighs. Palms skated
along the curve of her hips and up to
her sides— sending shivers along her
skin as he tickled against her ribs.
As he pressed her tightly against his
side, Pallavi attempted, quite
unsuccessfully, to appear blasé and
cool, but her pulse was over a
hundred, her stomach was turning
somersaults, and her hands were
visibly trembling with the excitation
of having him there at last. Although
her anger and resentment against
him were still simmering somewhere
beneath the surface, all she felt now
was a powerful desire to be wrapped
tightly in his arms, to be his woman,
and abandon herself to him
completely. The moment he touched
her again and glanced down at her
so lovingly and with such greedy
admiration, she became putty in his
hands, weak and helpless. All her
seething hostility was forgotten
when she looked up at him and saw
his full, pouting lips so ready to meet
hers.
Oh! How I adore him —.Shut up you
bitch. The woman and lady in Pallavi
were battling in her head. The lady
and loyal wife and a young mother
sniveled in protest and this is when
Daniel smiled and kissed her
quivering lips of woman in her, as his
lips roved greedily against the
hollow at the base of her throat, his
hot breath down the front of her
dress steamed across the skin of her
breasts.

Pallavi's pulse hammered as a

sizzling wave of desire broke over
her like a thunderclap, and her
nipples stiffened and ached for the
feel of his hot, wet mouth, and she
gave a little moan of frustration as
Daniel shifted up to seek out her lips
again. As his mouth covered hers, his
tongue played against her lips, more
insistent this time, and with another
little moan she surrendered and let
him past.

His strong fat thumbs hooked under

them and next with a hard massive
jerk he ripped it into two pieces. The
cozy hut echoed that loud sound of
cloth tearing.

He tossed her top aside and pulled

her in close— hands exploring and
caressing her back— fingers finding
the clasp of her bra and unhooking it
by feel. In a moment the bra joined
her torn dress on the floor— and her
hard nipples brushed against the silk
fabric of Daniel's shirt— Heat burned
through them until her breasts felt
heavy and swollen— then crept down
into her belly— adding to the heat
already sweltering between her legs.

"No— please stop or I will shout", she

heard herself whispering to him and
a drop of tear fall from her eyes. Her
both hands moved involuntarily
covering her bra clad heavy breasts.

"You will..." he replied. "You will

even scream, my darling". Then his
heavy hand moved and he slapped
hard on her hands. Next he ripped
her cotton bra from the middle,
leaving the hooks on the shoulders,
he had her cups in his hand.

"Ufffff", Pallavi was more shocked on

her moan, instead of a cry for that
nasty slap and tearing of her bra. It
all happened so rapidly that she
could not react and her cunt was full
of juices.

Throwing them away Daniel's hands

cupped her mounds— his thumbs
swirling over her nipples until they
were puckered tight and aching. The
very same breast, which takes her
husband's both hands to fully
capture, was lost in the bucket of his
rough palm. For an instant his lips
touched her and then he bent lower.
His tongue flicked out to taste the
skin of her neck and run along her
collar bone— until finally his hot
mouth fastened greedily on one
hand, light brown gumdrop nipple.

"Nooooo pleaseeeeeeee", Pallavi

gave another loud moan of protest
and her long fingers cupped his
shaved head, offering more of her
craving nipples to his mouth.

While he sucked and licked, his

hands found Pallavi's panties and
stripped them off her to fall at her
ankles, but she was so distracted by
the waves of pleasure surging
through her breasts that she barely
even noticed. With feathery strokes
his thick black fingers wandered
down the small of her back, and then
he drew his fingernails lightly along
the curve of' her ass to the back of'
her thighs. By the time his hands
cupped her ass to draw her against
the fine plane of his body, she was
ready to melt.

He held her in a tight embrace for a

long moment before slowly letting
her go and taking a step back.
Storm-tossed dark eyes swept her
slowly from head to toe and then
back up again, finally stopping to
gaze deeply into her own.

"You're so beautiful, Pallavi, your

body need a wild fuck."

He didn't waste any more time, but

flung off his own clothes and tugged
her over to the bed. Shoving aside
the thick comforter, he drew her
down into the cool, crisp sheets with
him. His body was hard and hot
against hers, and she kissed him
fiercely as her hands roamed,
learning the shape and feel of him.
While she explored, Daniel stroked
her nipples until they blazed white-
hot. Pallavi was soaking now, so wet
that she could feel the moisture
between her lips, and she throbbed
with the need to have him inside of
her.

"Please Daniel, I'm married... please

don't do," Pallavi begged, once more
while moaning. Yet, pleasure swirled
and billowed through her lower body,
she ran a hand down his tight
muscles.

His fingers caressed the soft skin of

her mound, and she shifted her leg
to expose her sex. She gasped as he
discovered the hard knob of her clit
under its hood, lightly teasing it until
he coaxed it out to play his fingertips
softly across it. Her heart pounded
as his mouth fastened onto her, and
Pallavi found herself moaning
against his tongue as she rocked her
hips against his hand.
"Okay", he replied in husky voice.
"Just stroke my BBC and I will stop".
He held her delicate wrist and placed
her soft palm over something rough
and burning.

His breath caught when she touched

it for the first time, and he let out a
long. Shuddering sigh as she ran her
fingertips softly down his length- her
fingers kept moving but that THING
was like never ending. Pallavi was
confused and shook her head in
denial. She had always thought that
her husband had a nice sized penis
and that the large ones in the pornos
were fake. He must have stuffed a
sock or three in there, she reasoned.
Daniel's black cock must be at least
8 inch long she thought to herself in
shock and too thicker for her delicate
long fingers. She couldn't believe she
was stroking other man's cock, up till
now, she never had seen any other
cock in her life, but her husbands.

The pre-cum flowing out of the end

was as much as one of her husband's
regular orgasms. She was disgusted
to touch the black idol she had
always adored, but she didn't let go,
and figured it would be best just to
get this over with. When Pallavi
reluctantly raised up his heavy BBC,
Daniel place her hand to cup his
testicles. They were sized to match
his giant sex organ. His testicles
hung low, they were heavy, and were
as big around as two small oranges.

She felt it was some dark anaconda

from the rain forest of amazon
creeping in her hand. His magnificent
cock, which can jeopardize any
marriage wasn't hanging down
because of gravity, it was hanging
down because he hadn't been fully
erect. It grew another two inches to
around 12 inches long. Pallavi still
could not believe it and attributed it
to old monk.

Failing to wrap her fingers lightly

around his monster black cock, she
began to stroke him in time with the
dance of his fingers on her clit,
putting them both into the same
rhythm of pleasure. As she rubbed
him, his hard BBC pulsated in her
hand and gave little twitches
whenever she moved over an
especially sensitive spot. Pallavi
wasn't sure what was making her
hotter—Daniel's hand on her clit or
her hand on his magnificent.
"Oh, please, Daniel, O' Captain, my
captain..." she moaned aloud in
stupor.

As she ground her pelvis against his

hand, his fingers abandoned her
poor, aching nub and pressed deeper
into the furrow between her legs. He
pushed his fingers along her lips,
puffy now and slick with her juices,
and she spread her legs wider in
invitation until he encountered the
entrance to her sodden tunnel. At
the first probing touch of his
fingertips a twinge of pleasure sang
through her core, drawing all of her
muscles taut for a second and
wringing a delighted growl from her
throat.

"Oh, Daniel, my Daniel." She needed

him to touch her—craved those
fingers inside of her. Pallavi almost
had forgotten about the hand job
deal, while stroking his black
anaconda so furiously.

His fingers caressed the soft skin of

her mound, and she shifted her leg
to expose her sex. She gasped as he
discovered the hard knob of her clit
under its hood. Lightly teasing it
until he coaxed it out to play his
fingertips softly across it.

Her heart pounded as his mouth

fastened onto her, and Pallavi found
herself moaning against his tongue
as she rocked her hips against his
hand. While pleasure swirled and
billowed through her lower Daniel
used one finger, working it in slowly
until it was slippery and then sliding
it in and out of her tight, wet hole
until Pallavi thrashed against him,
wanting more and more, her skin
was flushed, her heart pounding, her
breath ragged. It felt good, so very
good, but deep inside her walls
trembled with a burning need for
something else. In drunk state, she
had lost all her sense and was only
able to think from her cunt. She
wanted him—his gigantic black cock
—inside of her.

As though he sensed her need.

Daniel rolled on top of her and
settled between her legs, his shaft a
hot iron rod against her mound. His
eyes bored down into hers as he
situated himself, without caring that
his weight wasn't on his arms, he
was squashing her. Carelessly he slid
forward until his bulbous cock head
glided along her swollen lips, and
then he pushed harder so that he
sank into the moist valley in
between.

Slick with the fluids leaking from her

sopping pussy, he ran his cock along
her channel and glided over her hard
little clit, rubbing back and forth
across that sensitive flesh until
Pallavi could hardly catch her breath
— before her lucidity returned, her
hallucinations passed, she realized
he was balls deep in her.

His enormous black cock would not

care that her vagina had difficulty
accommodating it. He pushed harder
and harder until her soaked vaginal
lips — ultra-receptive to burning
stimuli— stretched open enough,
admitting his giant black cock. It
took forever going all the way into
her — so deeply, filling her
completely — then backing almost all
the way out. The sensations, unlike
any she had ever experienced,
became less unpleasant as her
anatomy grudgingly adapted to a
superiorly endowed fucker of her
married cunt.

Pallavi's senses were reeling when

he finally drew back and pressed his
head up into the opening to her
married cunt. His face bent to hers,
lips soft but urgent, his tongue
pressing slowly into her mouth while
his manhood pierced her below. Her
fingers dug hard into the flesh of his
back as he thrust forward, stretching
her, filling her, and bringing an end
at last to that terrible, empty aching.
Desperate with shared desire, their
tongues thrashed together and
Pallavi clamped her arms and legs
around him until his body nestled
tightly up against hers and she knew
that he was buried fully inside of
her.

Pallavi broke their kiss and flung her

head back against the bed, sucking
in cool air so she would have
something to feed the moans
Daniel's magnificent cock kept
dragging from her.

At every rocking thrust and sobbed

at every long withdrawal, her
shuddering screams heightening
Daniels roughness.

"Ooh, oh, oh, God please, no," Pallavi

mewled. It was too late. She was
Cumming again. Her defeated cunt
was squeezing Daniel's thick cock
uncontrollably. No words or actions
could conceal this physical truth
occurring between them.

"That's it, Pallavi, that's what I want.

I want you to cum for me more. Show
me how much you love me — love big
black cock," Daniel goaded as her
fingernails dug into his muscular
biceps.

Pallavi could only moan between

heavy breaths in response. The lady
and wife in her still wondering how
she could do this and how could any
decent man refer to this debasing
act as love.

Daniel was pounding her now

mercilessly, the bed rocking as he
thrust his gigantic BBC into her again
and again. Despite the cold air,
Pallavi felt a drop of sweat building
between her breasts which then
slowly rolled down to where their
stomachs pressed together. Another
followed it, a slow tickle that
vanished into the heat of their joined
bodies.

From somewhere far away it seemed

as though she could hear herself
moaning, but it didn't really register.
Her entire world was the burning
tension cresting inside of her,
spreading from the wet heat
between her legs.

When it happened it hit her fast, like

a slap to the face. Every muscle in
her body clenched at once, and she
cried out as pure ecstasy slammed
through her. Her back arched and
she wrapped her limbs around
Daniel's body to clamp his monster
cock inside her pulsating walls. His
balls slammed repeatedly into her
thighs and his thrusts were so
powerful that her thighs were
stinging a little.

Thup... Thup... Thup... Thup... Thup...

Thup... Thup...!

She had never experienced multiple

orgasms before, while Cumming over
his monster cock, Pallavi despised
Daniel again for somehow seducing
her and her body for betraying her.
Despite feeling so guilty and missing
her husband, Pallavi, wasn't able to
stop climaxing for him.
Pallavi had never imagined sex could
be this good and she felt sick
thinking of all the years of her life
she had wasted with her husband.
The endless pounding of his big cock
had given her many orgasms and
now she felt another big one
building. He was also starting to
grunt and his rhythm was off.

Pallavi was unable to keep track, but

Daniel counted her orgasm at least 7
times during her lengthy maiden ride
on his big black cock before finally
allowing himself to coat her married
cunt with his warm cock cream.
Pallavi could feel his cock swelling
and she knew he was close. "Just
don't cum in me please," Pallavi
begged.
"You know a real slut would want her
pussy filled with my sperm," Daniel
said shoving all 12 inches back in.

Pallavi wanted to say no, but it was

too late. He quit pumping and she
felt his cock jerk. His semen hit
places so deep in her pussy, which
she didn't even know she had. He's
right, she thought as his orgasm
triggered her own. Her married
defeated pussy belonged to Daniel
now, her husband had ceased to
matter an hour ago.

"OH Oh Oooh, ooOOOHHHHHHFfff

fuck, Daniel," she screamed as the
best orgasm of her life racked her
body." Then the throes of her
biggest orgasm yet overwhelmed her
and she screamed in pleasure.
For long seconds she cried out and
shook, helpless in the throes of
pleasure, and somewhere during her
orgasm Daniel found his own
release. His arms tightened around
her until she could barely breathe,
and his head sank next to hers.

Pallavi heard him gasping her name

over and over by her ear, until
eventually his voice trailed off into a
hoarse whisper and then there
wasn't thing left but the rough
harmony of their ragged breathing.
Pallavi felt she was beyond the
present, outside time, with no
memories and no future.

For a couple of seconds he rested

there, his tongue warm, slick velvet
against hers, his monster black cock,
a steel heat pulsing between her
legs, and then with slow, short
strokes he began to move. At first he
withdrew perhaps an inch at a time,
no more than that, before sliding his
shaft home again, but as she became
accustomed to having him inside of
her, Daniel's lunges came faster and
deeper.

Afterwards, she lay there beside him

with her eyes closed, her mind still
numb from what had just happened.
One of Daniel's arms draped in a
possessive curl over her stomach,
and the heat of his body warmed her
side. From the sound of his
breathing he might have been
asleep, but she was loo petrified to
check. Now that it was over and she
wasn't acting like a teenager in heat,
Pallavi wasn't sure what to think or
what to do.
What the hell had she just done?

If he was asleep there was a chance

she could sneak out without waking
him and get off the yacht before real
embarrassment had time to kick in.
Gingerly she opened her eyes, but
when she turned her head she found
him propped up on one arm and very
much awake. His eyes regarded her
intently while one comer of his
mouth twisted up in a pleased little
smile. On top of his dimples he had
that whole jus flicked look going for
him now and was so incredibly sexy
it was unreal.

As he took in her discomfiture, his

smile turned wicked. "I just want you
to know that I usually don't put out
on the first date," he said.
Pallavi gobbled cold air. First date?
Was that what this was? She
blushed, and unable to look in his
eyes any longer buried her face in
the pillow.

"Oh, God," she groaned in an agony

of shame. "Please tell me we didn't
just do that."

"Was I that bad?" He asked.

Pallavi laughed despite her

embarrassment. 'No," she replied,
her voice muffled in the pillow. "I've
just never..."

Someone chose that moment to try

to hammer a hole in the door.
"Pallavi? Pallavi, are you in there?"
inquired a worried female voice and
that voice was very familiar to her
ears.

It was Shriya...!

A Reluctant Leap of Lust

bydominantKhan©
Author's Note: Part of this storyline
is around reluctance, since the plot
is rooted in exacting. Yet, overall
theme is beyond unwillingness, thus
I'm posting this story in loving wives
category. The story is a pure work of
fiction, all characters and events in
the tale are imaginary and fictitious.
===============

One week ago:

30 year old Sheikh Jamal-al-Omeri

was marveling the exterior of his
new shopping mall in Dubai. He was
a very affluent man, royal descend,
politician, merchant, mayor of this
town and a Landlord. A big, loud
man, with a stare, and a metallic
laugh. A man made out of coarse
material, which seemed to have been
stretched to make so much of him.
With his 6'1 macular stature, Sheikh
Jamal was superb male animal in
prime condition, and always
proclaiming. Some considered him as
a bully of humility, but he hate being
measured as greedy. He thought
himself as an addict. Absolute
power, countless money and women
of regal class, were his three
addictions.

From his Hammer jeep, Sheikh

Jamal's eagle-sharp eyes spotted
three Indian ladies, walking out of
shopping mall. A young Indian man
was walking with them, indifferent of
loaded shopping trollies that ladies
were pushing. Dopey expression of
Indian man made him look as though
he was always half-sedated.

With a wicked smile, Sheikh Jamal

recognized this young man. He was a
new fool Indian investor, Ravi. But,
the main focus of Sheikh's sheered
salacious interest remained those
enticing three ladies.
In their simple Indian sarees, these
voluptuous dusky beauties were not
those untouchable Bollywood
supermodels, Jamal had never met.
They were the beauties that live
right next door, where you never
look for them. These sensual delights
thrilled him with their fully-
developed feminine allure.

The moment ladies got into a cab,

Sheikh Jamal dialed a phone number
of local magistrate. "I need a legal
notice to a man called Ravi and an
unknown woman, on the charges of
cultivating opium..." instructed
Sheikh Jamal in cold voice to the
magistrate. "But, don't file anything
on record."

"Okay Prince, but without filing..."

replied the magistrate in feeble
protest. "I mean, that would be little
illegal."

"But it won't be illegal to drill a new

hole in your ass, you son of 50 yard
cunt," Sheikh Jamal yelled on phone.

"Excuse me your highness..."

magistrate replied in embarrassed
and little terrified voice. "I didn't
meant to offend you, let me see, how
I can do it for your prince."

"You're already fired ass-hole. A new

magistrate will replace you,
tomorrow." Saying this ended the
call and licking his thick, he follow
the cab.

===============
One week later:

Kalpana froze in shock as if an

iceberg has fallen on her, out of
nowhere. She felt lightning crackle
through her veins and time slowed
down, like her heartbeats. She stood
there, dumbfounded, a tear slides
down her cheek, as her hands flew to
her 36 C chest, unconsciously. Her
mind was invariably painting a D-day
scenario:

I cannot let that happen...! I will lose

everything. Ravi will be hanged, my
daughter will be his young widow,
this house and every penny that we
own will be confiscated and I will be
on street with two young daughters
in this foreign land.
Kalpana was left with no sympathy
on her crying son-in-law Ravi, but
intense rage on his imprudence. His
one fatal mistake and their lives and
fate were in jeopardy. Ravi, her son-
in-law, had invested entire family
wealth in getting this land and
farmhouse, on the outskirt of Dubai.
Kalpana's entire savings, the money
they got from the sale of family
home in Chennai and even the family
jewelry of ladies, all was invested in
this fucking venture. The last knell in
her coffin was that she ensured from
India that land is acquired in her
name.

"How could you be so naïve Ravi?

How you could never find these
farmers are growing cannabis cherry
on our land? Kalpana yelled on Ravi
who was now literally weeping and
his tears were dripping over legal
notice from the local mayor.

"You don't worry old woman," retort

Ravi and impatiently looked for his
passport in the drawers. "I will go to
India and have some connections
there to fix it."

"What...?" Kalpana questioned this

time in rage, watching him stuffing
cloths in a shoulder beg. "What the
hell are you doing Ravi? Where,
where the hell you're running now?"

"I must run or they will hang me."

Grabbing shoulder bag and his
passport, gutless Ravi escaped from
his house, as duck, without even
saying a good bye to his young wife,
Pallavi.

Up there in her bedroom Pallavi

heard a loud sound of door slamming
and something falling on ground.
She rushed down stairs and found
her mother on collapsed on floor
unconscious and her husband gone.
Never to return...!

=====

Kalpana, a 43 year old Indian widow

had arrived to the UAE just a month
ago, with her two daughters. Pallavi,
the elder one was married to Ravi for
two years and younger one was
Ramya, still unmarried.
Ravi had moved here a year ago,
when he got job opportunity in
Dubai. He was never a hard working
professional and always kept looking
for shortcuts to a goldmine. In that
quest, he discovered the idea of
growing a cherry crop. A local
broker, (who used to work for Sheikh
Jamal), guided and facilitate him in
this venture. Mohan was promised a
much higher and quick return on
investment.

Without any background of farming

the happy-go-lucky invested all his
money and even forced mother in
law to sell their family home back
there in India to afford this
agriculture land and luxury
farmhouse on the oasis.
Kalpana resisted to the idea but it
under pressure of Pallavi, she agreed
hoping the family will stay together
and Ravi may earn them all a better
life. In a way Kalpana was also
exhaust of her job as a primary
school teacher, which always earned
bread and butter for the family.

Ravi was too naïve and fall in trap of

local agent, who provided him all the
workforce for harvesting. The
contract labor cultivated the
identical looking cannabis cherry
with Ravi having a slightest clue of
it, till the day he was served a legal
notice.

===
"Prince will be online in few minutes,
hold on lady," a cultured female
voice informed Kalpana on phone.
After the departure of Ravi, both
Kalpana and Pallavi were fanatically
trying to approach the appropriate
authorizes for explaining their case.
Both the magistrate and council
guided them to consult to Prince
Jamal-bin-Omari. Finally after three
days of efforts they were able to get
connected with that mysterious man.

"Hello Prince Jamal", said Kalpana

with utter obedience as she heard a
loud husky voice on the other end.
"I'm Kalpana Iyer Sir and I need your
precious time to discuss a legal
notice, magistrate has served me.

"Oh, so you are that fucking drug

grower..." retort Sheikh Jamal
angrily. "Why you're not still behind
the bars?"

"No...no, Sir..." Kalpana almost cried

feeling really terrified now. "It's all
some confusion Sir, we don't even
have any idea what those crops are.
Someone has trapped us."

"And why someone has trapped

you?" Inquired Sheikh Jamal. "Just
because you are so damn sexy that
everyone would want you under
him?"

"Excuse me Sir," replied Kalpana

feeling so disgraced and humiliated
on that lecherous question. "I think
there is some misunderstanding and
authorities."
"Shut up bitch..." Sheikh Jamal
shout, "there is no
misunderstanding, you're the
sizzling woman with two damn
fuckable young daughters, and we
have caught you red handed with a
decisive evidence."

Like a cold wind his words went

through their flesh and Kalpana
quaked in fear and contempt. "Sir my
daughters has nothing to do with it,
please," she feebly responded. "And
I've done no crime, please trust me."

"Hahaha", Sheikh Jamal laughed.

"You're now wasting my time bitch,
you better invest these moments
pondering, why we don't have your
big ass behind the bars, still?"
A sudden sense of fear ran through
her nerves like the chill of an icy
wind. Keeping in view the grave
charges, her imprisonment was
obvious. "Sir, trust me, you can
check in India, I'm not a criminal but
a school teacher and just caught her
in some trap."

"Stop this hogwash sexy..." Sheikh

Jamal replied in a playful voice. "The
only thing which and pacify the
substantial body of evidence against
you, is your own curvy body."

Her carnage was descending

perfectly, like a curse from heaven.
She lost speech and her senses
hearing those threatening voice. And
took her few minutes to regain some
confidence to speak. "You cannot
blackmail me, whoever the hell you
think you are..."Kalpana spitted her
anger and humiliation. "I will fight in
courts to prove my innocence."

"Great Idea..." replied Sheik Jamal in

same playful tone. "I was really
longing for some private time with
your sexy daughters. They would
soon forget dear Mama, amid their
ravishment."

Kalpana almost dropped the phone

out of fear, as if a door were
suddenly left ajar into some horrible
world unseen before. "Don't you dare
bring their names on your filthy
tongue, you bastard," Kalpana yelled
amid sobbing.

"Enough bitch. One more time you

raise your voice, I will fuck your
daughters in front of you", he replied
in much louder and angrier voice.

"You know Sir, we are innocent..."

Kalpana pleaded softening her voice.
She knew her words here won't only
have meaning but implications, as
well. "Please tell me, what I've to do,
for keeping my family out of it?"

"Good question" replied Jamal. "You

submit to me and nothing is going to
harm your family."

The inexorable facts closed in on we

like prison-warders hand-cuffing a
convict, yet Kalpana inquired in
disbelief. "Submit Sir?"
"Yes..." retort Jamal in cruel voice.
"Total and complete submission of
your body and your love."

"You bloody rapist..." Kalpana was

swayed in the sudden grip of anger
and yelled back aloud. "You can
exploit vulnerable ladies for your
filthy pleasure, but you will never
see a smile of love."

"Who you would like to see in my

love? Your elder daughter or the
younger chick...?" Sheikh Jamal
inquired in threatening way. "You
seems not interested in my favor.
"She is virgin I guess...!"

Hearing about her daughters,

Kalpana again felt so terrified, like
an icy wave, a swift and tragic
impression swept through him. "You
want to rape me, do that, but you
will reach to my daughters over my
dead body."

"Ha hah..." he laughed again. "Oh

what a dumb bitch you're... Can't you
see, it's all about your luscious
body?" and with heavy breath he
added. "I need that irresistible body
of yours, with all its charms and
offerings."

To the much of her charging, his

words gave her a curious
satisfaction, as when a coin, tested,
rings true gold. She had almost
forgotten in her painful life that once
she was a very alluring beauty.
"That's and that's is only, what a
rapist can have..." Kalpana replied in
anger again.
All right..." this time Sheikh Jamal
replied in strange voice, as he is not
comfortable on her surrender. "No
one dare challenge the Jamal, you
little Indian bitch. I won't rape you
and I won't touch your daughters but
you will now beg me for a wild
proper fuck."

"In your dreams, you loser..."

Kalpana replied with a sigh, for the
first time she felt gaining an upper
hand in this conversation. Her
blackmailer must be some egoistic
person and that gave her a new hope
to manipulate him.

"I won't rape you and you will do

whatever I will ask and your
compliance will safeguard your
family." She heard him saying and it
came as bit surprising and she did
not expected an egoist narcissist to
come up with such a scripted
response.

"What? What does it mean?" Kalpana

inquired confusedly, like a flight of
dark shadows.

"It mean I won't fuck you bitch till

you beg and you will do anything
that I will order you."

She was unsure what he will order

her to do or what he wants, but
certainly it felt less threatening,
than getting raped and putting her
daughters at risk. "Okay, so what will
I have to do? What you want me to
do?"
"You will have to live as my KEEP, as
my woman. You will wear, eat and
drink whatever I want. Your body,
your house and your time, I will own
all, but still I won't fuck you till you
beg."

"But Sir", she responding again in

pleading manner, as thing got bit
clear for her. "I've a family, my
daughters. How, I mean how I can do
any of such things, in front of them.
Please don't disgrace me, like this."

"You've only two choice..." replied

Jamal in angry voice again. "Beg me
to get fucked or accept my generous
deal or consider this conversation is
over now."
"No, no Sir, please..." Kalpana
replied impatiently.

"Good..." he replied victoriously.

"Cook a full course Tamil dinner for
me and I want you to be dressed
perfectly to host a dinner for me
tonight in your home."

"What?" My home? Kalpana could not

believe, she will have to cook for this
pig and invite him at her house. "Sir
please, not my home...please."

"Enough you bitch," Sheikh Jamal

shout so loud that she felt a shrill in
her ear. "If I'm dying to fuck you that
does not mean, you can say No to
me. One more time you question
anything or decline any instruction,
this deal is over. Understand?"
"Okay Sir, okay. I will cook whatever
you would like to eat, please come
for dinner." She replied, as if she is
completely at terms with him now.

"You will receive a dress in few hours

and I want to see you in that over
dinner... give your measurement to
my secretary." He replied and
without waiting for her reply, ended
the call.

===============

At a quarter to 8 Kalpana pulled off

the low-cut party wear Pallavi had
wolf-whistled, earlier this evening
when a courier boy had brought this
expensive cocktail dress. Her entire
afternoon and evening was spent in
cooking 12 course South Indian meal
for the uninvited guest. The only
relief for Kalpana was Pallavi and
Ramya, did not put much resistance,
to go for a night stay, at their Indian
relative's place.

Kalpana felt so ashamed when she

put on that bold dress. It was a black
dress, with thin shoulder straps and
went to just below the knee, the
glossy wrapping of fabric
complemented her jet black hair,
hugged her almost C-cup breasts and
clung to her long legs and trim
stomach. With spaghetti straps and a
low cut neck line the dress travels all
the way down her body to mid-calf.
The thong tanga she had to wear
was nearly invisible beneath the
fabric. Curtsey those long pencil
heels, Kalpana almost stood 6 feet
tall.

It was a night of June — with full

moon, when Sheikh Jamal stepped
down from his Hammer jeep at the
farmhouse. He could not take his
eyes off from Kalpana's silver face,
like she was a moon and it captures
him with her mired beauty. She was
trying not to look long at him, as if
he was the sun, yet she saw him, like
the sun, even without looking.

She could not sustain Sheikh's gaze.

His eyes were deep, far too deep,
but eyes without expression, without
soul, eyes that could watch a lion
tear a man to pieces and never
change, that could tell her all the
lecherous things about her, she
never knew.
Feebly, Kalpana smiled at him she'd
gone lightly on the make-up and the
thin fabric of tight dress revealed
her toned upper body. There was
firm, deep creamy cleavage on show,
much to Sheikh's delight. Best of all,
her legs were long, sleek and
currently tightly closed.

On reaching closer, Sheikh Jamal

realized he did not want to know her
better. She was beautiful, but she
was beautiful in the way a forest fire
was beautiful: something to be
admired from a distance, not up
close. Dusky oval face hosting, deep
black eyes, with velvety eyelashes.
There was a vulnerability in her eyes
he could resist. Pouting lips and big
mouth, naturally fashioned for yum-
yum. His eyes travel from her face to
her a long tender horse neck. She
had a sculpted figure which was
twine-thin. Without any implant her
blouse clad breasts they were full-
moon round. Below he found, she
was wasp-waisted.

"Hello Sheik Jee...!" Kalpana

interpreted his vulgar scrutiny with
compulsive greeting. She was trying
hard to keep her breath and heart
beats, low. "Thanks for coming."

"Pleasure is mine, Baby," he replied

and to her utter surprised, Sheikh's
hand move and with a sudden jerk,
her body flew to his massive chest,
like a flower in the wind. His big
palm has captured her midriff and
with other hand he was gripping her
chin.
"You are looking so fuckable
Kalpana." He applauded her beauty.

"Ow... NO, please..." Kalpana

swallowed. She could feel the
thrumming strength of his fingers
and she also spotted a muscle
pulsing at his jawline. An owl hooted,
its shadow momentarily blocking the
moon as it swooped over the forest.
"Please leave me, you promised you
won't rape me...!" She whispered.

"Hahaha" He lowered his face closer

to hers with a laughter. "No baby,
the deal we had was, you will be
mine and I won't fuck you, till you
beg me." He slid his hand down from
her jaw and curled his fingers around
her nape, drawing her closer. It was
warm and rough against her skin, an
outdoorsman's hand.
A warrior's hand. A hand capable of
love. And death?

Kalpana felt herself melt inside,

drawn to his complexity, his strange
need for her.

He lowered his head, bringing his

mouth near hers. "And you took a
challenge that you will use your
anger in fighting your own dark
desires of getting fucked properly,"
he murmured, feathering his lips
softly over her mouth. Even in his
soft murmur, the icy cruelty of his
heart fall on her neck, with his warm
breath.

"I've only one desire, which is to get

out of this mess with dignity please.
You shall not abuse us, please," she
tried to put into her gaze her
vulnerability and resentment for him.
Maybe he would take pity on her.

"So you don't want to get like a real

woman, and have orgasm after
orgasm, huh...?" He brushed his lips
even more firmly over hers, drawing
her closer at the same time. "Don't
you want to scream out your
frustrations, your grief, your anger,
amid sheering over sinewy length of
mine?

He must have taken her lack of

resistance as encouragement,
because he slide his hand down her
back to cup her ass. An ass that
seems to exist in a fourth dimension
beyond that cocktail dress. An ass
that could drag the moon out of
orbit. An ass, Kalpana never liked
until she met him.

Bastard, don't you dare paint your

filthy dream in such romantic
fashion. She thought but could she
retort otherwise in feeble voice. "No,
I hate your ideas, as much as I hate
you."

She tried to push out of his arms, her

heart racing as a stinging sweat
broke out all over her skin. Fear
flooded her. His restrictive hold
triggered her terror even as she
struggled to fight off both it and him.

"Fucking cock tease," he said in a

low, dangerous voice. "Your
resistance is not making me crazier.
Take it easy, I won't fuck you till you
beg," He murmured again and he
fisted his hand in the back of her
hair, pulling hard enough to really
hurt.

Her midnight-black hair spiraled all

over her long beck to her big round
butts. Her beautifully formed breasts
skimmed tantalizingly against his
chest. His pulsating manhood
twitched against her naval.

"You are a Prince Sir," she replied in

little relief trusting his words. "You
have all those powers and you can
get any woman. Why running my life,
sir?

"You, are entirely too much of a

temptation, Kalpana." He retort,
while stroking the edges of her dress
and slowly smoothed his hands
across her silky thighs. "I need no
one in world but you, and I'm not
running your life or I would have
rapped you already."

"No please..." Kalpana managed to

respond curbing all temptations. "I
will be always grateful to you, if you
let us out of this fake case, but I
won't let you hear, what you want."

Contrary to her word, deep inside

her so she was pleased that he
appreciated her body. For a long,
long time, she hadn't taken pride in
anything about herself, believing she
was damaged goods, and no one
would ever want her. Instead of the
old bad memories intruding, she
drew in a deep breath of his scent.
"Come on...you bluffing bitch..."
Sheikh Jamal replied with a laughter
and with gentle, almost teasing
caresses, he awakened her skin to
his touch, never releasing her from
his gaze. "Your heart is already
dancing in celebration of best ever
Chudai (fuck) of your life... or why
your breasts are throbbing with
need?" He gently kneaded and
stroked her aching mounds.

"Sssss! ssss...na!" she moaned

unwillingly. The matter-of-fact way
he said that made her tingle and
blush, but she also started to worry
about what was going to happen.

"See you arrogant bitch..." he taunt

her, placing his hand at the base of
her aroused peaks and pushed it
upward to her sharp chin. "You
cannot fight with your lust, your
nipples are so erect, inside your
blouse even, huh!"

A small measure of panic attempted

to worm its way into her heart as she
realized how intimate his look was
and how good her breast felt in his
warm grip. When he stared at her
like this, she felt like she mattered
to him, that he really cared.

Of course he cared you as a whore,

not as a woman. Her subconscious
pitched a timely reminder. Where he
will end you is not longing but
something more. Something
dangerous and intense and utterly
terrifying. Who know if you are only
a bet he'd taken with his colleagues
that he could not only bed the brainy
ice queen, but make her fall for him.
Who knows, he has said these words
to so many women for destroying
them.

Unable to take the intense desire in

his eyes, she looked away, and he
responded by bringing one of his
hands up to her neck and forcing her
to look at him. "Eyes on me, Bitch,"
he demanded.

When she looked at Sheikh Jamal, he

was watching her intently, a hunter
waiting for his prey to dash so he
could strike. A dark breeze suddenly
rattled fat leaves. The clapping noise
made her jump, unraveling the last
little shred of control she held over
her mind. Him—this lovely cherry
orchard around her—it was all
getting to her, drilling down into the
roots of her psyche where her dark
bodily desires lay locked away. They
were being chiseled free, and were
sifting to the surface of her brain,
taking hold.

"What you want from me Sheik jee?

You know I'm not guilty of any crime
and yet helpless in your hands to be
ruined," she pleaded, again shutting
all those sensual ideas coming in her
mind like dynasties of kings.

"I want you to submit yourself to me

— be mine, be my whore, serve me
with all your devotion and charms."
Sheikh Jamal replied and using his
grip to push her back a step before
releasing her throat. She took a
deep, shuddering breath, strangely
missing his hold on her neck. There
was something very primitive about
surrendering to a man who so
completely held her life in his hands,
find she did not resist him.

Be yours? Oh yes...please own me,

forever. Her heart hearing those
words literally started dancing, but
her mind would never believe this
pervert, who is already calling her a
whore.

"I..." Kalpana's voice choked in her

throat. She tried again. "I... "I shall
serve dinner for your sir." She pulled
her hand out from his hold and
turned to leave, but he caught her
arm, spun her back and kissed her
hard on the mouth.

She froze momentarily as his mouth

pressed over hers, then she melted
almost as quickly as heat devoured
her from the inside. Her knees
buckled, but he caught her, pulling
her hard up against his body, his lips
moving hungrily and aggressively
over hers.

Something wild and primal surged

violently up from her core, and she
met his hunger with a hot urgency.
The best Kalpana could do in her
defenses is not allowing his
demanding tongue inside her watery
mouth.

In her feeble attempt to push him off

Kalpana moved her hands over his
marble chest wrapped in a silk shirt,
feeling resilient pads of muscle
moving under her fingers. It made
her hotter, hungrier, and she slid her
hands down his belly.
He pulled back abruptly, his
breathing ragged, his eyes wild in
the silver moonlight. He took her by
the shoulders, held her steady, his
eyes searching hers for...something,
for some answer to an unarticulated
question. Confusion washed through
her, and a coolness shivered over the
heat of her skin. She suddenly felt
embarrassed.

"Yeah, now you're making a good use

of your anger...?" His voice was
rough. "Now you are fighting with
your inner hunger and desire. Don't
you?"

Her heart was beating so hard she

ached. She never felt her body acting
like this ever with her husband as
with this pervert. Kalpana wanted to
ride his rough energy, tap into his
power, and obliterate the fears that
plagued her mind. One kiss had
opened a hunger so raw in her she
had no idea it had even existed.

She swallowed. This was a mistake.

This was a man who could destroy
her. This was her punishment—and
he was just her abuser subject. Panic
separated itself from the heat of her
desire and began to writhe inside her
again as rational thought resurfaced.

"I...! I can't do this, please," she said

shakily.

"You can...!" Sheikh Jamal grabbed

her again, this time his rough fingers
grabbing her long neck. Before she
could say a word, his fat tongue
intrude inside her mouth.
Involuntarily, her core, and she met
his hunger with a hot urgency of her
own, opening her mouth under him,
her tongue twisting with his, her
teeth scoring his lips, a soft moan
releasing from somewhere deep in
her chest. His lips on her were like
sending dreams to her mind. New,
beautiful, salacious dreams. Dreams
that she was afraid of very perusing
in her breast, as he held her mouth
lock. Dreams were now travelled in
her breath, as she swallow his drool

Somehow, Kalpana managed a scape

from his hand, from his mouth and
swiftly crossed the garden to rush
inside the home, but in her haste
taking wrong turn she rather moved
towards the swimming pool, the
noose of fear tightening, choking
her.

She heard him coming behind her.

Her breathing quickened, and she
rushed through the palace, right
past the guards. She just had to get
to her room, get somewhere safe.

"You silly bitch!" He yelled from

behind her.

He was coming after her. She could

hear his boots. She began to walk
faster, faster, her heart pounding as
she broke into a run. She knew it
made no sense at all, but she could
not try to escape from the thing she
feared the most—the power of her
own attraction. The thing she tried
to hide from. The fear she pretended
she didn't have.

"Kalpana! Stop!"

He caught up to her, grabbed her

arm, and spun her round. She was
panting, her body drenched in sweat.

"What the hell is going on, Kalpana?

What are you running from?"

You. Eve everything your represent.

But she said nothing. She looked

away, afraid of connecting with his
eyes, afraid of his magnetic charm,
his lust, his growing sensual hold
over her. I should never have let him
drag her into this bet. She should
never have looked in his eyes. I
should never had allowed those arms
to grab her, I should never have let
him kiss her. I assumed she could
handle him. God, what's happening
to my resolve, why I cannot resist to
him, to his eyes, his hand and his
lips?

"You can rape me but nothing more

you will ever get from me," Kalpana
replied harshly. Her own mind had
started working now, and somehow
she had figured out, if this man is
not a liar, he must be hosting a big
ego and her solace lies in denting
that ego. "I told you, the fake men
can only ruin helpless woman," she
slapped him with her word.

"All right, you arrogant bitch..." he

replied peevishly and grabbed a
chair. "You are now compelling me to
punish you for my kindness."

What was it about his stare that

could melt her like butter on a hot
day? She was not really losing her
bright morals to his dark lust.

He tilted his head toward a table by

the pool. "Now go grip the edge of
the table and bend over so I have a
good view of that pretty ass.

"WHAT?" A warm, liquid sensation

curled in the pit of her stomach. Her
clit, which should have been immune
to stimulation, pulsed. She couldn't
believe she was becoming aroused
by the threat of a spanking. Even a
pretend one. "Sure, I'm not afraid of
you or your punishments. Ruin me
howsoever, you can, you fake man,"
she muttered, what she did not say,
was but a dawning reality in her too.
I'm only afraid of that desire and
longing your eyes, idiot. Just tell me
you, how you love me and I'm yours.

Despite pretending bold and

confident, her breath was coming in
shallow gasps. She flattened her
palm against her chest to calm her
racing, wayward heart. Her words
but were denting Sheikh's ego. Born
and raised in power and a groomed
to dominate the world, he never had
meet in his life, who is challenging
him so openly despite all her
vulnerability. Part of him was but
loving her more, breaking her will
added a new adventurous element to
this night.
"Sure I will," Sheikh Jamal lunged
and grabbing her wrist he dragged
her to that table. Kalpana dug in her
heels, but her sandaled feet had
little traction, and she slid across the
tiled floor. "You don't have to fight
me, just fight with your body and you
are safe."

With a slow, firm touch, he began to

stroke arched butt, taking the time
to make sure every inch of her skin
had been caressed.

"Yes, hit me, coerce me, torture a

mother of two daughters, that she
allow you her degradation, you
coward," she yelled but gain contrary
to her bitter words, she went limp as
Sheikh Jamal lifted her cocktail dress
and her panty clad butts were
exposed to his warm gaze.
"Shit...!" she cried in shame and
humiliation. No one but her late
hubby had seen her in panties this
far.

"Yes, quite lot of shit, fat ass" his

rough hand parted her legs slightly
and, involuntarily, her ass slightly
arched upward under his chin. This
move was even surprised her, as if it
was not her mind controlling her
body, but something else.

"You are a loser..." Kalpana cried

again, trying her best to provoke
him. "You can make me cry in pain
but cannot break me."

She heard him suck in his breath,

feeling his hands shaking as he
smoothed his palms over her bottom,
caressing each rounded cheek
slowly, almost reverently. He sighed
heavily, mockingly. "It's a shame
that such a gorgeous ass is wasted
on such a hopeless bitch."

"And such a shame that such a

chiseled muscles and power is
wasted on a coward man, who rape
helpless women," she replied
instinctively without even realizing
that she is rather praising him

"I know you horny bitch, you are

lusting on my body, ever since
you've seen me," extending his other
arm he grabbed her back of her neck
and pressed her cheeks over the cold
glass of table.
"Loser...cowardly loser who can only
torture a lady to break her will"
Kalpana's only hope was to hurt his
ego to the core and make an escape
for herself or she knew her
ravishment was now only a matter of
when, beyond any if.

"Shut Up!" he said! "You talk when I

tell you to talk!" Sheikh Jamal
screamed in anger.

Kalpana tightened her fingers on the

edge of the table and felt the heat of
a flush move over her face. Drowning
in an ocean of mortification, she
lowered herself into the humiliating
position.

"Above her, she heard his voice. "I

will stop when you will declare
yourself as mine. Not before." He
raised his arm and Kalpana
wondered if her strategy of
provoking him, is really working in
her favor. Sheikh Jamal paused,
waiting. For her declaration.

SPANK!

Kalpana gritted her teeth; he could

beat her senseless but she'd never
give him the satisfaction of her
willing submission. Unless he tell
her, he loves her!

His arm came up another time, heavy

palm landed mercilessly across her
buttocks.

SPANK. Another pause!

Despite the humiliation, despite the
harsh slap of his five kg hand, her
pussy began to throb, and her
nipples tingle. Kalpana counted
through streaks of vivid pain-three
times. By now she was sobbing. She
knew he will fuck her after all, and
she could avoid this pain, by asking
him to fuck her. She should shout it
at the top of her lungs and walk
away from this madness. She should.
But she didn't want to.

"Oh, oh, oh...Ohhhhhhufffffffff"...!"

the moment he slapped her ass for
the fourth time and a sound similar
to a moan escaped her lips.

Sheikh Jamal's eyebrow shot up.

"Well, well," he drawled.
"It does no good to punish you if you
enjoy it," he snarled.

Kalpana bit her lip in

embarrassment. A deep-seated
craving awakened with a yawn and
rose inside her. Her breathing
hitched. Because voicing her
dawning desire would require
admitting it to herself, she couldn't
speak the words.

He laughed, removing his hand, he

then gave her ass a brisk slap that
made her yelp. "I like this attitude
Kalpana...but you are wasting your
energies. Why don't you use your
anger in fighting your own desire?"
asked Sheikh Jamal suggestively.
"Desire...?" Kalpana asked, wiping
her tears. To the much of her
chagrin, her body was savoring the
bitter sweet pain of restrain. "I've
only one desire to dig you in the
sand," she retort, lying to him, to her
body.

"Well, if you' up for being mine then

you'd better get used to it. You have
to push down the feelings of regret."
He smiled wickedly and with a
sweeping hand, throw away glasses
and crockery from over the table

She stumbled against the table, and

he laughed, catching her, then
depositing her on the surface. The
cool wood stung her burning bottom.
"Ow!"
"Put your feet here on the table,
right one. Keep it steady."
Demanded Sheikh Jamal.

She carefully lifted her leg and

propped it up as he said. She looked
back toward him, reaching out and
running her fingers through his dark
hair, tugging him closer. He smiled
and slid his hands up her thighs,
pushing the dress to her waist. Her
panties were mined, wetness coating
the front of them. She wanted to be
embarrassed, but the look on his
handsome face said she was
everything he wanted and so much
more.

He pressed his hand to her stomach,

pushing her back down. "Do you like
these panties?"
She looked down at them. "What?
They're panties, only."

"Good answer." He moved to his

knees and reached down, grabbing
the soft cotton and ripping them
twice to remove them from her.

Sheikh Jamal slowly began to trace

circles on her inner thigh. "You have
a beautiful pussy, Kalpana. I love
fucking tight cunts. But it won't
remain tight after tonight."

That mental image brought her out

of the horrifying spell he'd woven
around her. Before she could ask him
what hell he was talking about, he
slid his finger between her slick labia
and teased the entrance to her
pussy. She let out such a guttural
moan that made Sheikh Jamal laugh,
and he continued to tease her.

"Mmm. That is a very wet pussy." He

played with her but avoided her clit,
making her to offer love box and
seek him to touch her where she
needed it most. The long forgotten
feel of warm hand between her legs,
caused a twinge of... what???
Desire???!! No! She was swaying
with his lust like blown moths
against the rose-white flame.

Sheikh Jamal removed his hand from

her throbbing sex and brought it
down with a loud smack on her
bottom. She flinched, waiting for
pain, but only a slight sting warmed
the skin of her left butt cheek. He
spanked her again, this time on the
other side, and she let out a low
breath, relieved beyond words that
he didn't plan on beating her. With
that relief.

"Leave me please, don't corrupt me

in these sins," Kalpana gasped as he
dragged a finger down her center,
dipping it into her as he looked up at
her. He watched her closely as he
pumped the digit a few times in and
out of her, the wicked grin on his
mouth undoing her.

"Your perfect body is made for the

sins, bitch," Sheikh Jamal whispered
his fingers working to touch every
place. He seemed in no hurry at all
moving just his lower pelvis, he
began to push into her defeated cunt
in a rhythm that had her scrambling
for purchase on the table. His thick
skilled fingers were then replaced by
his massive crouch causing her chest
to heave as her respiration rate rose
and her heart pounded.

She was sure the front of his pants

were totally soaked with her arousal
by now. Fuck such a tease he is.
Thought Kalpana, as Sheikh Jamal
start moving his hips, like he is
fucking her while his monster was
still inside his pant. Her own wetness
made her feel so humiliated, but it
was nothing compared to the
sensation of his cloth-covered cock
rubbing on her.

"You are a real fucking bastard..."

She whispered, it was not getting
impossible for her to hold the
burning desire deep in her. She
wanted to taste him, to lick her
essence off his cock, to have him use
her however he wanted. Her tits
pointed toward the stars and his
hands moved from her thighs to her
tits as she feel a much needed
warmness around of his hands
making light play with her anatomy.
He tweaked each nipple and his
clothed cock rubbed, all over her clit,
as seeking an entrance inside her.
"What you will get out of this game?"
Kalpana inquired amid a loud moan.
She was still trying her best, not to
say, what he wanted to hear, but her
mind and body had accepted him, for
whatever he wanted.

"Oho, horny bitch...you're dripping

and yet you don't want to say it,
Huh?" Sheikh Jamal teased her,
thrusting is clothed dick inside her
defeated cunt.
Kalpana was now finally wet and
very, very, willing. That she betrayed
this did not bother her at this point!
It did not exonerate him that she
reacted as a sexual being to his
unwanted sexual advances. Biology
was, after all, biology! When you
cause someone to act out of
character, you are, indeed, the
villain!

Finding zipper on the back of cocktail

dress he unzipped it and pulled her
dress of toughly like stripping of her
skin. The expensive dress falls into a
puddle at her feet. Sheikh Jamal
deftly kicks it away with the painted
toes of her left foot.

Naked, except for her heels, her

body is covered with waves of
goosebumps. She was not cold - she
was feeling the electricity they are
producing on her bare skin. His
hands roam across her collarbone
and the base of her neck, then
around her breasts and to the sides
of her torso. They travel around as
far as her shoulder blades, then
down across the small of her back.
Stopping just above her ass, he lifted
his fingers enough to allow only the
very tips of his fingernails to lightly
scrape through the nearly invisible
hairs there. Scraping his way up. He
smirks as he saw the hush work its
way up from her toes to her
forehead.

"You're such a pervert..." Kalpana

murmured hiding all her emotions
and desire. The most she cherished
was that applaud in his eyes, no
mirror ever told her that she is so
adorable. Contriving all her lustful
emotions her mind tried her best
saving herself from his hunger. "You
will burn in hell fire, for indulging me
in these sins."

The goosebumps were larger and

more pronounced now. Her nipples
stand out - straining to be touched.
He works his hands around to the
front, across her belly and the tops
of her hips. Back up to just below her
breasts ... then back around again.
He was teasing her - making her wait
for the attention that he knows she
needs on her breasts.

"Like the fire of lust you are now

burning, huh?" he inquired. Sheikh
Jamal was surprised by how much he
wants to see her cry, fuck her until
she's sobbing in his arms and
begging for more. He questions,
ruthlessly pinching and twisting her
nipples, trapping the milk just
beneath her nipples to send sharp
jolts of pain through her. She reeks
of pain and arousal so sharply now
that it's almost suffocating.

"Please Sheikh jee- don't break me,"

she whimpers. "Please, let me go,"
she pleads. "I'm a woman but I will
hate myself for all life if I'm broken,"
she whimpers and tears are trickling
from her eyes now, wetting the sides
of her face.

"Come on bitch say it, why then you

smell like mine," he replied with a
smirk and losing his hold on her
nipples and pausing suddenly with
his forehead against hers, he takes a
moment to stare in to her eyes - as if
he could actually see in to her brain.
Her breathing is labored.

"Ahhh, Noooo, I won't ever let you

hear those words, you tease". Her
body was craving his touch. He
kissed his way back down her face,
her neck, her collarbone, her
sternum and her belly; then around
to the sides and back up again to the
smooth skin between her breasts.
His hands had not moved from
around her breasts, and he brought
them together as he began to lick
the inside edges of her breasts and
the cleavage in between. His fingers
moved closer to her nipples, but with
agonizing slowness. As they
surround each nipple, they began to
pull the skin back - causing the
nipples to pop out even further,
holding them captive from a
distance.

Kalpana covered her mouth and

pressed her legs together in shame.
The last thing Kalpana needed was
letting him hear her moans.

"Don't you cover your mouth bitch,

are you afraid you will start begging
for a fuck, huh?" Sheikh Jamal teased
her and conspiring against her will,
without warning, he covers her
nipple with his mouth and sucks her
in towards his throat. With his
lingers still holding the skin taut, the
sensations of his tongue and inner
cheeks on her nipple is like an
electric shock.
"Mmmmmmmm", Kalpana moaned
aloud, her body bucks with its first
small orgasm. Her shameful sobs
slowly became moans when Sheikh
Jamal grinned quickly and doubles
his efforts - alternating between
sucking, biting and licking, as well as
between the two breasts. When his
mouth was on one nipple, his fingers
were pulling, tugging and rolling the
other one.

"Say it bitch, beg me for a hard fuck,

for the best fuck of your life," he
demanding while shifting his mouth
from her nipple to her lips.

Dark elemental lust had expanded

inside of her with a sudden
obsession to run her hands all over
this man. Kalpana stared up at him,
her gaze still caught on his. She
stretched up toward him and grazed
his lower lip with the edge of her
teeth. Heat flared in his eyes. He
brought his mouth down on hers,
harder, hungrier than before. He
entered her mouth, thrusting his
tongue inside with an eager moan.
Kalpana welcomed him, sucking at
him, drawing him deeper, tangling
her tongue with his, rubbing,
stroking, enticing.

He took her hand and brought it

against him, molding her fingers
along his bulge as he dipped his
tongue into the heat of her mouth
again and again.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..." a moan caught at

the back of Kalpana's throat. His
hand grasped hers, leading her to
her feminine mound, sliding in
between her legs, cupping her,
rubbing the fabric of her dress
against the heat of her desire.
"Please Sheikh jee...!"

His big hand cupping her breast. His

mouth left hers, and Kalpana bowed
back against the counter as his
mouth closed over her nipple,
sucking at her with hard pulls of his
mouth. Tremors of excitement
rippled along Kalpana's nerves. The
sense of doing something forbidden
only added fuel to the fire inside her.
She gave herself over to the
sensation of his wet, hot mouth
closing over her other erect nipple.
His teeth grazed the tender bud, and
pleasure sparkled through her like
stardust.
He moved lower, kissing her
stomach, his tongue flicking over the
point of her hip to the crease of her
thigh. He parted the soft, swollen
flesh between her legs. Settling his
mouth against her, he kissed her
deeply, and she gasped and bucked
against him. Arching into the
intimate kiss, she shamelessly gave
herself over to the pleasure he was
giving her. He pushed her bottom
onto the table, lifting her hips with
his hands, pressing her legs apart to
more fully stroke, dragging her
deeper into the tide of passion.

Kalpana thought she might die of

ecstasy as wave after wave swamped
her, stealing her breath, stealing her
sanity. She reared up against him.
She wrapped her hands around his
erection, and Sheikh Jamal lost it. He
pushed her back, slipped on
protection, and thrust into her, dying
a sweet little death as his clothed
cock throbbed in her hands.

"'Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddd
yesssssss..." Her hips bucked and
her whole being shook as the climax
took over her young body. "Please,
Sheikh jee, I beg you, please,"
Kalpana breathed out and tried to
find something to hold on to, but
only smooth wood met her
fingertips. Interesting she too was
not sure what she was begging for.
Her mouth was wide open releasing
sex heat to the banners of wind. The
adrenaline was wearing off and the
panic was setting in. Her eyes turned
glassy. Her body started shivering.
He pulled himself away from
watching panic ravish through her
body.

"Manners... bitch...manners. People

always beg ... on their knees. You
are not on your knees, Kalpana. How
can you be begging me if you are not
on your knees?" He asked her mock
fucking her clit with his clothed cock.

Maintaining eye contact, she lowered

herself to her knees in front of him.
Her knees are spread slightly apart
for balance, but this also allows her
own scent to mingle with the heady
aroma of the violets.

Reaching up she unbuckles his belt

and opens his pants. The pressure of
his hard cock makes opening the
zipper a little tricky, but she
manages without a problem. He kicks
off his shoes and places his hands on
her shoulders to steady himself as
she helps him step out of his pants,
boxers and socks.

He began to unbutton his shirt, and

she forgot everything but the
handsome Arab Sheik looking at her
like she was the most delicious
dessert and he had a huge sweet
tooth. Slowly his solid chest came
into view with its light smattering of
dark chest hair. Something about
Sheikh Jamal was so exotic.

He was such a tempting combination

of crudeness with his smooth
chocolate skin. Add to that his
sensual lips and huge frame, and he
was any woman's fantasy man.
There he stands - naked from the
waist down - playing with her hair,
his engorged cock throbbing in time
with his accelerated heartbeat, his
heavy balls hanging parallel to her
chin.

Kalpana almost froze. Only her head

moved, so she was looking straight
at the massive Arabian horse in front
of her. Was it a second or a minute
before she was able to raise her gaze
to his face? She would never knew.
Nor would she know why she let him
take her right hand, and place it on
his tumescence. What she did know
was how firm, bumpy and warm it
felt, and how her loins were
suddenly in knots.

One of her hands encircles his 11

inch long cock while the other
gently, but firmly, cups his balls.
Sheikh Jamal's monster cock almost
had any resemblances to her
husband's dick. It was altogether a
different creature. As a result of
childhood surgery, the head is flared
open wider - creating a fatter
mushroom. Instead of a small
opening in the very tip, the
underside of the head is almost
completely separated.

"Have not you ever seen a cock

before, you tight Indian cunt?"
inquired Sheikh Jamal, slapping her
lips with his 2kg heavy baton.

He was so fucking hot, and she

momentarily lost herself in gazing at
his body. "No, it's so bigggggg... I
cannot, I really cannot, Sheikh Jee,"
she murmured in her trance.
"Stroke it bitch," demanded Sheikh
Jamal in husky voice, while he
grouped her long hairs in his fist.
"Make it as hard, as you deem for
your tight cunt."

The stroking and fondling continues

unabated while her tongue begins to
dart out. Not licking, exactly - more
like the slender finger of an
inexperienced typist hunting and
pecking for letters on a keyboard.
The tip. The underside halfway down
the shaft. Back to the tip. Down to
the base. Her attacks increase in
speed and intensity. He lips arc now
enlisted and alternate with her
tongue - she switches between
darting tongue strikes and open-
mouthed kisses up and down his
shaft.
His cock begins to glisten with her
saliva. The added lubrication allows
her hand to slide back and forth
faster and more easily. The hand on
his balls has moved further back and
her fingers begin to tickle and tease
his sensitive perineum. His legs
spread slightly further apart to give
her easier access to everything. She
grins wickedly to herself as he falls
further and further under her spell -
giving up control and letting himself
be pleasured.

Suddenly, without any warning she

engulfs his entire cock. Before he
can even register it. He is completely
encased in the silky lining of her
mouth and throat. Her lips and nose
rest against his body as her throat
muscles grip and release him. His
sharp intake of breath tells her
everything that she needs to know.
He is hers. His hands run through her
hair, winding the strands around his
fingers and massaging her scalp. He
does not need to hold he head in
place- she wants this as much as he
does and he knows she is not going
anywhere.

Sliding back along his length, she

locks eyes with him again - raising
one eyebrow and eliciting a goofy
grin from his normally unsmiling
face. She begins to really work his
cock with her mouth and hand now,
while never ceasing to play with his
balls and ass. She loves the feel of
his cock in her mouth and in her
hands, but she wants more.
Without looking down, she can tell
that her inner thighs are virtually
coated in her juices. They have been
flowing freely since she walked in to
his office and inhaled his clean scent.
The attention she has been paying to
his cock causes her pussy to drool
profusely.

Grabbing her both tits roughly, he

lifted her and act of standing up
makes her a bit light-headed for a
moment and she steadies herself
against him. Knowing that she needs
a minute to collect herself he rubs
her shoulders and upper arms.

"Do it now. Fuck me Sheikh jee

please, why you teasing me now...?"
Kalpana cried lifted her lower body
in the air. "I beg you Sir, please
make love with me.
Pausing suddenly with his forehead
against hers, he takes a moment to
stare in to her eyes - as if he could
actually see in to her brain. Her
breathing is labored. Her body is
craving his touch. Then slammed
Kalpana onto the table, he said, "I
don't make love. I fuck and I fuck
very hard."

Gazing up at the chandelier, she

willed herself to relax and go pliant.
This wasn't so bad. It might even be
fun. Then he stroked a hand down
her inner thigh, and she gasped and
spread her legs wider. "Yes, I beg
you Sheikh jee, do that, do fuck me
please...!"

Immediately he slapped her breast.

"Say it louder, I cannot hear you."
She clenched her teeth, trying to
keep from glaring at him. It wasn't
her fault she moved. The way she
reacted to him, the sensations he
made her feel, they all contributed to
a complete loss of thought. Her body
simply reacted to him in a way she
never expected her body will do
ever. "FUCK ME PLEASE... Fuck me or
I will die now, Sheikh Jee," Kalpana
screamed so loud that her voice
echoed all over the orchard.

She placed her palms on the table.

She had more control than this. What
if her Master liked to play games
where he tormented her like this?
She would have to be able to give
him her complete surrender. Or as
much as she could.
"Hold my cock and guide it in your
cunt," demanded Sheikh Jamal.

Kalpana tensed in anticipation.

Pulling her slightly forward, he then
spread her legs wider.

"Please give it to me, pleaseeeeeeee,

fuck me, for goodness sake." She
groaned and had to fight the urge to
tilt her hips up. Never before had she
realized how much she used her
body to express her emotions. She
just wanted to give in to her instincts
and lose herself in him. All thoughts
of her daughters, morals or
reputation had left Kalpana. She was
being taken, not Fucked, by a tramp
and no matter that it was sinful,
rough and wrong, she was in
ecstasy. Her quim had never been so
used, so well filled, she'd never been
really fucked before, just made love
to. And as she came again, crying
out her joy, Kalpana realized this
was the only thing really missing in
her life. A good, hard solid...

Kalpana held the long and heavy

shaft and shoved the thick cock head
inside her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,
please, I will die, don't tease me
more". She was literally now begging
with wet eyes and wetter pussy.

He didn't even wait; he picked up

one of her legs and entered her fully
in one deep thrust. She let out a
deep, satisfied moan but then
covered her mouth as she arched up
and cried out.
He set a driving motion, and she
matched his fluid movements. He
whispered erotic endearments that
pushed her closer and closer to the
edge until she screamed out his
name. He pulled out, turned her
around and surged back in. She
screamed again.

"I love how your body fits mine," he

said without slowing.

She reached up and slid her hands

along his hips to his ass, digging her
fingers in and pulling him down as he
filled her up. Her head tilted
backward as he groaned, his body
moving into a deep thrust as his
tongue brushed over her breast. He
reached down and cupped her butt,
his movements so sensual and
calculated as he sated himself inside
of her. Kalpana reveled in the
moment, her body lost to him, her
heart finding more than it bargained
for. Lifting her hips and working her
deeper, his thumb pressing to her
center as he rubbed softly.

"Beg me to fuck harder your prudish

bitch, your words will set my pace,"
He rolled his hips, his movements
tensing the eight pack of his abs as
sweat glistened on him. Kalpana
reached up and ran her fingers along
his stomach.

"Harder, Sheikh Jee... Harder."

Kalpana could only whisper in her
ecstatic state. She dropped her
hands to the table and pushed up,
her knee screaming in protest as he
picked up the pace and pounded
himself into her as she came undone.
She wrapped her good leg around
him, her fingers scratching desire
along the thick muscles of his back.

"Yes... take it, this is what you need

to extinguish the fire of your craving
cunt. Take it bitch... All in you,"
Sheikh Jamal thrust against Kalpana
with a growing intensity, each stroke
harder and more powerful than the
last. His hands pulled her hips to his
with each stroke, filling her
completely. Her moans and cries
were torn from her by the storm's
wrath as her abuser fucked her
savagely. She felt a burning ember
grow inside her with each stroke
until an orgasm exploded from the
center of her being.

Sheikh Jamal groaned into her neck

as Kalpana's pussy suddenly gripped
him tighter, squeezing his erection.
His hands slide from her waist and
reached around to her breasts,
tweaking her nipples as he slammed
his hips against her, again, and
again. His teeth sank into the skin of
her polished toe, as he had her one
leg over his shoulder.

"Ufffffffffffffffff
ffffffffffuckkkkkkkkkk...
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhugrrrrrrrrrru."
Kalpana breathed out a scream of
ecstasy. His sudden touch on her
breasts sent her over the edge
again, her orgasm coinciding with a
flash of lightning so bright and so
close that the thunder was
simultaneous. Kalpana began
pumping her hips back and forth
along his hardness, her pussy tight
on his cock as wave after wave of
pleasure washed over her.

"You are still so fucking cock hungry,

bitch. Tight & wet, cock hungry." He
teased her, with long shaft buried
deep inside her and he grind his
hips.

"UUffffffff, I'm still sweet and proper.

It's you who does this. I'm blaming
you for it." she whispered, as he
groaned loudly, his body stiffening
as his movements lost rhythm.
Picking up his speed he grasped her
hips and thrust harder and faster.
She threw her hips back at him.
"Aaah aah, mmmmh mmmhmmh oh
Sheikh jee!" she murmured. Kalpana
was hit by an orgasm so strong that
it snatched her breath and nearly
made her pass out.
He leaned down on her, his lips and
tongue moving from her shoulder to
her neck and stopping by her ear.
His breath was hot and the lusty
sound of his voice was like someone
is slaughtering him.

"FUCK ME, I beg you Sheikh Jee, fuck

me for evermore!" she screams when
she is finally able to fill her lungs. Ile
obliges by pistoning his cock in and
out of her with fury. They were two
animals with their grunts and gasps,
his low and throaty and hers high
pitched and staccato.

"I need to know that you're

completely marked with my scent,
my blood, and my desires." Jamal's
mind was still working to establish
his authority while pounding her
cunt so mercilessly.

"Yes, mark me, take me, and own

me. I'm as much yours as much you
are alien to me" she whispered and
rocked her hips. He growled and took
her hands, raising them above her
and pinning her to the table.

He forces his hips still, lest he loses

control completely. "You smell like
mine," he grunt, thrusting his
monster shaft back and forth at wild
pace.

"Waaaaahh, agggggh. Yes, yessssss.

I'm yours," she responds
automatically and her words go
straight to his cock, as her cunt
started milking the monster shaft.
"You're mine," he growls and felt the
swelling of his knot as he thrusts, his
cock growing thicker and hotter.

She scrambles a little beneath him,

yanking at his arms, wanting him
closer and he wishes he was inside
her instead, cock stuffed in her heat
and fucking into her tight hole. He
doesn't stop thrusting even as she
whines and orgasms beneath him,
body convulsing and tension coiling.

"Yesssssssssssss...I'm yours. Your

whore, your woman, your keep, a toy
of your will, Sheikh jee." Kalpana
screamed in ecstasy as Sheikh Jamal
exploded deep inside her. Warm,
throbbing cock cream filled her
blazing cunt in a flash and a volcano
of cum erupted from her cunt,
flowing down to his balls and her
thighs.

===============

Bright Morning of the dark night

Sheikh Jamal took her thrice more

during the night, till she literally fall
unconscious. Kalpana woke next
morning wondering if it was a
nightmare or a dream, but realizing
quickly by their positioning it wasn't.
She did not remember when she
came to bedroom. Her entire body
was broken in pain after getting
fucked all night in different positions
by the pool, inside the pool and in
the wood.
She pulled his arm around her, the
bed a mess from their night
together. She was spent, her body
sore and her heart quaking in fear
for the thought of falling in love with
him.

Sheikh Jamal wasn't only dangerous

to her family wellbeing. He was a
danger to her heart. She couldn't
stop the feelings that threatened to
engulf her as she watched him.

Kalpana wanted so badly to lie down

next to him on the comfortable bed
for whole day, to wrap her arms
around him and sleep. Not fuck, like
they had all night. Not even have
love making. Just sleep over his
broad chest in the most innocent
sense of the phrase. But, she lacked
the courage and he had already
ravished all night. She was
hopelessly boring and he was
boundlessly fascinating. So she
walked silently to the shower,
thinking that if people were rain, she
was drizzle and Sheikh Jamal was
hurricane.

Kalpana watched the change in

Sheikh Jamal's eyes. The irises
darkened to a richer hue that took
her breath away, as dark and as hot
as the waters of the Caribbean. Her
heart picked up a beat. Anticipation
or fear, she wasn't sure which.
Something hot and risky drifted
through her body, pooling in the
aching area between her legs.

He stopped in front of her, and for

one long moment everything caught
and held — words, breaths, gazes
suspended as the charged air pulsed
between them, saturated with
anticipation.

"What are you looking, you cock

hungry bitch?" Sheikh Jamal asked
before reaching out and taking
Kalpana by the hips. He pulled her to
him, aligning her body with his as his
hands moved up and down her sides.
She pulled her hands over his
shoulders.

"Have not you got what after all you

need...?" she asked, looking up at
him. "Now throw me away, as a
tissue paper."

"Not yet, your horny bitch...not yet!"

His voice was deep and without
those more emotion than she cared
to uncover. It was enough that the
lust between them was so strong,
but she knew, after her ravishment,
she was another disposal pussy for
him.

He pulled her in tighter and consume

her mouth. She let a soft sob go and
pressed her fears into the kiss, her
body shaking slightly at the fear of
losing him before really getting to
have him.

He cupped one breast in each hand

and massaged and kneaded them.
Sheikh Jamal used his thumbs to
tease the hardened buds, and her
breath caught. When he lowered his
head and replaced his thumbs with
his tongue, she moaned giving in to
his mouth.
"You've contaminated me in one
night, all my purity is polluted with
you," she whispered before leaning
over and kissing him softly, her long
hair providing a curtain for the
intimacy.

"Maa", someone knocked at the

door. "Are you awake, there is a bed
new Maa... please open the door",
amid the deep kiss, Kalpana heard
crying voice of her daughter on the
door.

Indian Woman Black Driver

bylucky-harish©
Dear readers, each word of the story
you are about read is true. You might
have read hundreds of stories
involving an inter-racial encounter
but this is one of the rare, if not the
first, story of an Indian woman, my
wife, and a black guy. Though this
happened four years ago, it is still
very fresh in our memory and I feel
like it happened only yesterday.

Before I tell you about this incident

let me tell you about us. I am an
Indian and my name is Harish. I am
5’10” and weigh 70kg. I am 41 now.
My wife Kamini is 37, 5’6”, weighs
60kg. Both of us are very health
conscious and follow a healthy
regimen of diet and exercise. This
has kept our bodies fit and youthful.
Kamini is an extremely beautiful
lady. She has a very pretty face that
makes her look majestic. She has a
great set of tits that are large and
heavy. She has a flat tummy and
wide hips. She has creamy white
blemish less very smooth skin. Men
and women stare alike at her
whenever she goes out. I feel very
lucky to have her as my wife. She is
a real Kamini (sex Goddess). We live
in New Delhi in India.

We were married 13 years ago and

our sex life was great. She always
was a big titted babe but her breasts
became even larger after the birth of
our daughter after four years of
marriage. Her breasts’ mass
increased appreciably and looked
more beautiful than ever. They
became heavier and had a lot of
green and blue veins running around
on the creamy surface. They sagged
naturally a little due to their heavy
weight but looked magnificent. I
remember that I had to use both my
hands to hold her one breast. Her
aureoles too spread farther and
covered an area the size of my palm.
Her nipples became very dark which
was in total contrast with her milky
white skin. Whenever, I was at home
I will ask her to remove her blouse
and bra and then feed the baby. It
was a great sight to watch her huge
milk filled melons sitting proudly on
her chest. I will get an instant hard
on while watching her. Sometimes, I
used to drink Kamini’s milk. I liked
the sweet warm taste. Sex was great
with her. She fed the baby for two
years and then weaned her. Her
breasts lost very little mass and
remained large and heavy though
the aureoles became smaller and the
nipples turned pink again.
Kamini enjoyed sex a lot and never
shied to experiment. We tried each
and every position, every place – sex
in a train, in the kitchen, in the
balcony, on the floor-, oral, anal, tit
fucking - everything. Only thing she
did not do during sex was: talk. She
will remain silent during sex and will
just moan, breath deeply or grunt.
However, her silence did not affect
our enjoyment. But after about six
years of marriage our sex life started
to become repetitive and dull. To
rekindle the fire we started watching
porn movies. While watching porn
flicks with Kamini, I observed that
she would get very excited whenever
the action involved a black porn
actor with a big cock. There was one
episode titled “Bill’s Big Banana” in
one of the porn flick that had a
teenage looking black porn actor
with a cock, which was about 9
inches long and very thick. He fucks
a white woman in this episode and
shoots a huge load of cum on her
face and tits. Kamini will always fast
forward to this episode whenever we
watched this particular tape. And the
sex was great afterwards. I asked
her if she was excited by this
episode and she admitted yes. I
asked her whether she wanted a
similar big dick in her cunt she would
deny it and reply that this just
excites her and she has no desire to
have a real dick. Just to inform the
readers, mine is 6 inches long with
average thickness when erect.

However, I started fantasising about

Kamini getting fucked by a big dick
in real life. This fantasy will make me
very hot and horny. After some time
the fantasy simply turned into my
wish of her getting fucked by
another man, dick size did not
matter now. This was also made
possible by the stories which I had
read in the porn magazines wherein
many men would set their wives up
with other men and watch them
having sex from a secure hiding
place without the knowledge of the
other man! I too started fantasising
about Kamini getting fucked by
another man while I watched them
secretly. As mentioned earlier, this
fantasy turned me on immensely. I
again talked to Kamini about my
fantasy and she asked me that why I
was so sold on this idea. She
admitted that, that big dick turns her
on and that’s all. But I started to
press her to act out my fantasy. She
replied that I had gone mad and
actually I wanted this as an excuse
to have sex with other women!
Everyday, I will try to convince her to
try it out but she won’t agree.

My daily pestering brought fruit one

day when I desperately begged her
to give it a try at least once for my
sake. Kamini again asked why I
wanted this. I told her that I want
such a delicious women to be
enjoyed by another not so lucky soul
and I wanted to watch her have it!
Kamini thought over it for some time
and finally told me that OK she will
do it only once just to please me but
on certain conditions.

1)The other man should be total

stranger

2)I had to be present in the same

room! I told her that the other fellow
may not like my presence and even
refuse to have sex with her,
therefore, I will have hide
somewhere, may be in the cupboard,
when she is having it. She agreed to
my suggestion

3)All this has to be done away from

our home preferably in another
town, as she does not want that
stranger to come home and demand
a quickie when you are away!

These conditions looked very

reasonable and I readily accepted
them. This night I was hard whole
night and must have fucked her six
times. I had a permanent hard on.
Kamini too was astonished to see me
so charged up and I told her it is due
to the excitement of my fantasy
becoming a reality very soon. I
started thinking about how to go
about it. I thought of visiting some
nearby tourist place like Jaipur, Agra,
and Shimla etc. with her to seduce
some unsuspecting tourist and to
bring him to our hotel to act out our
plan. I also started thinking of giving
an ad in an adult magazine to invite
a male to fulfil our fantasy but due to
some reason or the other I could not
do it.

We started to discuss about what

type of man that stranger should be?
I asked her if she wants to do it with
any of my friends. Kamini reminded
me that we had agreed on a stranger
but I told her that if she likes any of
my friends I would know whom to
trust with keeping this fling a secret
and whom to not. She then
hesitatingly told me that yes she
likes my friend named Bunty. Kamini
told this fellow is really smart and
she likes him. This was a revelation
too me! Actually this friend has told
me several times in front of my wife
that how lucky I was to have such a
beautiful and sexy wife. He was still
a bachelor. He was my childhood
buddy and could be relied upon and
the added advantage was we could
arrange it at our home! Only problem
was that he was working in an MNC
in Mumbai and visited his parents’
home in Delhi only during Diwali
festival (festival of lights, a big
Indian festival) for a couple of
weeks.

She agreed that we could try it with

Bunty if I was so sure of him. Our
next problem was how to get him
into this. But this did not seem
difficult to handle. I told her that we
would have drinks (Kamini always
takes a couple of drinks with me to
give company) and dinner with Bunty
at our home and then I will leave
them together by pretending that it
is too late in the night and I want
some sleep. This will also help me in
going to my hiding place. Thereafter,
she can easily seduce Bunty and if he
doesn’t fall for it then she can
excuse herself by claiming she is
drunk. But I was sure no man could
resist her advances. Kamini agreed
to the plan. Our sex was great again
in the night. Only problem was that
this was only August and Diwali
festival was in October that year. I
started counting the days.

Even before October came I got an

offer of a job in an East African
country, which assured me big
savings every month. The offer was
from a company owned by people of
Indian origin whose forefathers left
India long time ago to look for
greener pastures and made it big in
this East African country. They had a
lot of manufacturing facilities all
over the country. A lot of other
Indians too were working for them.
Kamini and I discussed the offer and
we agreed to accept it. Within a
month’s time I was off too this
country. Our plan remained a
fantasy!

My wife and daughter joined me in a

couple of months. My employers
owned a couple of factories and
warehouses in the industrial area of
the city of my posting. I was
provided with a flat within one such
warehouse. It was well furnished and
secured. There were a lot of Indians
in this country and we became very
friendly with one family. They had
two kids. Our daughter too became
friendly with them. We used to visit
each other’s house on Sundays or
holidays and used to go out for
picnic too. This friendship made us
feel at home despite being in a
foreign land.

Here again Kamini was getting a lot

of attention from males. But she was
used to it. I started teasing her that
maybe she is destined to fulfil my
fantasy with a black man and luck
has brought her to this country.
Kamini replied with just a smile.

I knew that Kamini had agreed to be

fucked by another man in India and if
I press her a little she will definitely
agree to get fucked by a man here
too and preferably by a black. This
thought created strange sensations
in me. I discussed this with Kamini
and noticed that she had started
breathing deeply. Perhaps it
reminded her of “Bill’s big banana”. I
knew she too has been turned on by
this thought. I took this reaction as
her consent. However, we did not
want to rush into this. We wanted to
wait for the right time and right
man.

We could not decide on the next

course of action. A leak out about
such an incident will not only involve
a risk to my job but will bring a bad
name too, to Kamini and me. We did
not want to take any unnecessary
risk. We had to look out for some
trustworthy man. We discussed
about several men who either used
to work in the godown or were
friendly with us but could not decide
on any one of them.

This way about two years and nine

months passed by.

Unknown to me, however, a new

development was taking place.
Kamini told me that our driver was
taking special interest in her for
some time and has been
complimenting her on her clothes
and her body almost every day. On
some occasions he even told Kamini
that she is looking damn sexy today
and her husband (that’s me) will
keep her awake whole night. She
explained that she feels flattered at
his comments and gradually started
liking such comments.

Let me describe our driver briefly. He

was a local black man named Fred,
aged around 28, 6’4” tall and very
thin. His height made him look like a
rail. His face was just average. He
was very jovial and would laugh a
lot. He was a sincere and obedient
driver. His daily routine was to drop
our daughter at school and then
come back to pick me up for office. In
the afternoon he will pick our
daughter from the school drop her
back at home and then come to my
office to pick me up for home. In
between if my wife wanted to visit
her friends or market he will drive
her around. He was becoming a sort
of our family member. On Sundays
and holidays too we will call him on
duty to visit friends, market etc.

I was surprised that he was coming

on to my wife. Kamini will tell me
everything Fred did. I encouraged
her to lead him further and told her
maybe this is the man we have been
looking for! Fred’s comments were
getting bolder by each passing day
and Kamini was enjoying it.

My three-year contract was coming

to an end and I did not want to get it
renewed because there were no
growth prospects despite good
savings. I had saved a small fortune
while I was in this country that
afforded me strong financial
security. I was thinking of doing
something of my own in India. I
resigned from the job and gave one
month’s notice. Fred too came to
know about it. He took Kamini’s
silence to his advances and
comments as acceptance that
encouraged him further. Perhaps he
started thinking that he can have his
way with her. He also knew that this
beauty will go away very soon.
Kamini will recount all such
happenings with Fred every day and
I suggested why don’t we act out our
fantasy with Fred. To which she
agreed readily! We were not
bothered about the secrecy now
because anyway we were going to
leave this country in a few weeks’
time.

I told Kamini that if we want to make

it a success then we need to
implement it fast as possible
because my notice period will get
over in a few weeks and we have to
go back to India. I told her that we
should not lose this opportunity,
which may never come again. She
agreed. We decided to put our plan
into action on coming Sunday.

On Sunday, around 8am, I took my

daughter to my friends place and
told them to look after her and I will
come back to pick her up in the
afternoon. While returning I parked
the car at a public car park near my
home and returned on foot to my
home. I did not want Fred to know
that I was at home. I told Kamini to
wear some skimpy dress and take a
drink or two if she feels shaky. She
wore a black bra and a sheer
sleeveless blouse. I could see her bra
through the blouse. Tops of her big
breasts were spilling out of her bra.
They looked more prominent against
a black background. She wore a skirt
of knee high length. Then she took a
double peg of whisky on the rocks.
She was shaking; I too was shaking
with excitement. I told her that if she
does not want to go ahead she could
back out right now. She replied that
she has been waiting for this
moment for last three years and will
certainly give it a try.

Around 9 am I saw from the balcony

that Fred was coming towards our
flat. I went into the bedroom. Our
bedroom had a large wall-to-wall
cupboard running along one of the
walls. Kamini and I had chosen this
room long time ago for this type of
rendezvous because the bed was in
the middle of the room and I could
watch the action clearly from inside
the cupboard. The cupboard had 2
inch by 2-inch wire meshed holes for
ventilation at a distance of every two
feet at a height of five feet from the
floor. I had personally tested this
arrangement at that time by going
inside the cupboard and looking
through one of these holes. I found it
perfect. Actually so many holes gave
the added advantage of looking
outside from any angle!

Fred knocked at the door and Kamini

opened it and allowed him inside. He
was taken aback at what he saw.
Here is their conversation that I
could hear in the bedroom.

Fred: Whom are you going to kill

today?
Kamini: What do you mean?

Fred: If any weak hearted person

sees you like this, he is going to die
of a heart attack.

Kamini: Are you weak hearted?

Fred: I was not, but after looking at

you, I think now I am.

Kamini: Harish is away to his friend’s

place, you have to wait for him.
Please sit in the drawing room I will
get you a cup of tea.

Fred: Only a cup of tea, can I get

some milk, fresh milk?
Kamini told me later that while
saying this Fred was pointing his
finger at her breasts.

Kamini: Milk is for the kids not for

the grown ups.

Fred: Let us say, I am a kid.

Kamini: You will never mend your

ways.

Fred: A beautiful women like you will

spoil any man who sees you.

Kamini went into the kitchen,

prepared the tea and went to the
drawing room to give it to Fred. She
told me that when she bent to put
the cup on the table, Fred’s eyes
were on her bulging breasts and
then he saw directly in her eyes with
a mischievous smile. Kamini told me
that Fred then picked up the cup and
poured some tea onto the saucer to
cool it then sipped. She added that
by now the whisky too had started
taking its effect that was making her
more uninhibited.

Kamini: How is the tea?

Fred: Milk is little less. I want more

milk. (Kamini told me later, this time
he again pointed towards her
bulging breasts!)

Kamini: You flirt! These do not have

any milk.
Fred: Let me try to get some milk
out. (Kamini told me Fred kept the
saucer on the table, got up and
cupped her breasts in each hand and
squeezed. Kamini never expected
such a step from Fred and it
happened so quickly that she could
not avoid him. However, she felt
relieved too, because either of them
had to take the first step! For her
this was the moment when she could
go ahead or back out. She decided to
go ahead.)

Kamini: Harish may come anytime.

Fred pleaded: Please let me see your

beautiful breasts at least once.

I think he was about to pull Kamini’s

blouse over her shoulders when
there was a knock on the door. My
wife ran to the bedroom and pulled a
nightgown over her to conceal her
almost naked top from the visitor. I
jumped into the cupboard and locked
it from inside.

When she opened the door she found

that this was my friend where I had
left our daughter. He had brought
her along and informed my wife that
our daughter was requesting him to
drop her back. Kamini invited him in
for a cup of tea but he declined and
told her that he will come some
other time when Harish was around.
Kamini went inside the drawing room
where Fred had finished his tea by
now and was waiting for her. Kamini
told him that he could leave because
there was no plan today to go out
and also she doesn’t know when
Harish will return. Fred too left,
highly disappointed.

We again lamented on our luck and

wondered whether our plan will ever
get executed. We chose a working
day for another try when our
daughter will be at school. We did
not want to lose more time and
chose the next day, Monday.

On Monday, Fred picked our

daughter up for school as usual and
left. After he left I told Kamini that
this time she need not do any
formalities because Fred is aware
that you want to play with him.
Therefore, bring him straight to the
bedroom. And try to show me your
love making as much as possible. I
went to bedroom again when I saw
Fred walking towards our flat.
Kamini took a large whisky again but
this time she looked more confident.
She was wearing a salwar (the lower
garment) and kameez (the upper
garment). There was a knock at the
door and I knew Fred has returned
from school to pick me up for office.

Kamini: Harish had to go to office

early and he hailed a taxi and went.

Fred: Did he go himself or you sent

him away?

Kamini: What do you mean?

Fred: I know you want to resume our

interrupted game of yesterday!
Kamini: Which game you are talking
about?

Fred: This game…

Kamini told me that with this he

came towards her and caught hold of
her breasts again. But this time she
too was ready and wanted to get
over with it. She told Fred let us go
to the bedroom. I think Fred was
immensely delighted.

On hearing this I went into the

cupboard quickly and took my
position inside. I saw Kamini leading
Fred into the bedroom by holding his
hand. I was excited as hell by looking
at the contrast of their skins.
Kamini’s milky white hand was
holding a skinny black hand.
As they neared the bed, Fred held on
to Kamini and embraced her.
Kamini’s head was coming up to his
chest only. He lowered his head and
kissed Kamini on the lips. She kissed
back with full passion. This was the
first time I saw Kamini kissing
another man. Kamini was looking
tiny in his presence. Fred’s hands
were roaming all over her back and
ass while they were still in embrace
and kissing wildly. Then Fred let go
of her and attacked her breasts. He
held one each in his hands and
started squeezing them. He fondled
them for some time then sat on the
edge of the bed. He pulled Kamini to
face him. Kamini was now standing
in front of him and Fred’s head now
was level with Kamini’s breasts. He
nudged his head into Kamini’s ample
breasts, put his hands on her back
and snuggled and rubbed his face
into them. He then pulled back and
pleaded with her to please let him
see these magnificent boobs.

Kamini did not hesitate. I could see

whisky was having its effect on her.
She pulled her Kameez over her head
and there she was in her white bra,
which was unable to contain her
milky white globes and formed a
four-inch long running cleavage. The
sight mesmerized Fred. His mouth
was left open for a few seconds. He
again felt them from above the bra
and started salivating. He tried to
push his fingers inside the bra from
below the breasts to pull the bra up
to free the melons but the bra was
tight fitting and he did not succeed.
Kamini ended his misery by
unhooking the bra from behind and
removing straps from her shoulders.
Her big heavy breasts sprang free
from their confines and wobbled
against each other before settling on
her chest with slight natural sag. Her
shoulders had visible red rashes on
her white skin from the straps. They
were a sight to behold.

Milky white round and firm breasts

with pink nipples were right in front
of Fred’s lips. He did what any man
would have done in such a situation.
His tongue darted out and he started
licking her right nipple. His tongue
circled it several times and then he
took it in his mouth and started
sucking it. While he was sucking it
he took each breast in his each hand
and started kneading them. Though
he had big hands but the breasts
were bigger and were overflowing
out of his hands. He stopped sucking
and then started giving soft bites all
over the ample tit flesh. In his
excitement a few times he bit a little
harder too. Kamini was on fire and
enjoyed the attention her breasts
were getting. She winced a few
times while Fred was putting love
bites on her breast but did not stop
him. She was getting pleasure in
pain too. Fred then stopped biting
and sucking on her melons and
pulled back to admire them. He told
her that this is the most beautiful
pair of breasts he has ever seen in
his life and were actually more
magnificent than he had imagined.
He resumed sucking and kneading
them. Kamini had started getting the
effect of this sucking and had closed
her eyes and was moaning in low
tones. Her legs were shaking and she
put her hands on his shoulders for
support.

Fred then rested his hands on

Kamini’s ass and pulled her towards
her and lowered his head to her flat
tummy and started licking her deep
set naval. Kamini’s heavy breasts
were resting on Fred’s head!
Kamini’s breaths were coming in
gasps and her eyes were still closed.
Fred pulled back again and rubbed
Kamini’s crotch from above the
salwar (lower garment). I guessed
she would be wet by now. Fred put
his hand inside her salwar found the
string and pulled it. The salwar fell
on the floor. She stepped out of it
and kicked it away. I could see her
crotch between her lovely thighs.
She was not wearing panties. Only
top of her crotch had trimmed pubic
hair while the area around vagina
was clean shaved. I liked it that way.
Fred rubbed his hand few times on
her now naked pubes. He then pulled
the cunt lips with his thumb and
forefinger. Kamini let out a loud
moan. He then pulled each lip apart
and I could see the very wet pink
insides. I could see the cunt lips
glistening with her juices. Fred
stepped back a little and admired
her beauty. Here was my beautiful
wife standing stark naked in front of
another man. With her royal face,
large beautiful breasts, nipples
erect, she looked like an angel, a
piece of art. I have seen her naked
innumerable times but today she just
looked out of this world. Added
excitement was that they looked
totally in contrast, my milky white
wife and he a dark chocolate.
After looking at her for a few
seconds he came forward again put
his hands on her ass and pulled her
towards him. He then buried has face
in Kamini’s crotch again and started
licking her pink clit, which was
jutting out with excitement. Kamini
liked this sucking and widened her
legs a bit to give him more access.
Fred started licking it in earnest and
would give gentle bites to it too.
Kamini was panting now and
moaning non-stop. Her eyes were
closed with pleasure. I could see her
juices on the inside of her upper
thighs. While Fred was sucking her
clit he inserted one, then two
fingures inside her cunt and
proceeded to finger fuck her. After a
while when he brought them out,
they were wet and slimy with her
juices. He let go of clit and inserted
his long tongue in her cunt and now
started tongue fucking her. Once in a
while he will lick her whole pubic
area and again put his tongue inside
her swollen cunt. Kamini could not
bear so much pleasure and her body
started convulsing. She grunted,
moaned very loudly and started
hissing. Her eyes were still closed
and her beautiful face was
contorted. This was a sign of her
reaching the orgasm. Her body
convulsed and she had her first
orgasm! She took a couple of
minutes to recover and when she
opened her eyes I could see the
glazed look and a little inebriated
state she was in. She looked towards
the cupboard where I was hiding!

I too had removed my clothes while I

was watching them and I was playing
with my dick. It was as hard as steel.
I had never felt so excited. I did not
move my hand on my dick, as I
feared I will cum if I did so!

Now it was the turn of Fred to get

some attention. He got up from the
edge of the bed and told Kamini to
take his place. They exchanged their
positions. Now Kamini was sitting
naked on the edge of the bed and
Fred was standing in front of her still
fully clothed. His crotch was right at
the level of her face. Fred’s dick was
making a small tent in his baggy
pants. Kamini held his buttocks with
both her hands and pushed her face
into his harfening penis and rubbed
her face into it. At this moment Fred
removed his shirt and revealed a thin
torso.
Fred beckoned Kamini to remove his
trousers. She removed her face from
the crotch and started unbuckling his
belt, undid the zip and his baggy
pants fell to the floor. He stepped
out of them. At this movement his
now hardening erect penis swayed
side to side inside his loose knee
length boxer shorts. With all this
attention his penis started to rise
inside the shorts and made a big tent
that stretched out far. I could not
wait to see what was in store for
Kamini in those shorts. Perhaps
Kamini too was thinking the same.
She put her fingers inside the top of
his shorts and pulled them down to
his ankles in one quick motion. With
this action his hardening cock too
got pushed down and when Fred’s
shorts slid past his thighs it got free
and sprang up with a force and it hit
under Kamini’s chin. She got a little
shock and pulled back. What we saw
there was beyond our imagination.
This was a sight out of this world.
Kamini was dumb stuck for a few
seconds and was just looking at this
thing in front of her with wide eyes.

There was his still hardening dick at

horizontal position to the floor. It
must be at least 9 inches long in its
semi hard state! His big testicles
hung low and looked as if a tennis
ball each has been put in the sacks.
His dick was real thick at the base
and tapered slightly towards the
glans. It had thick veins running
along the length of his shaft. It was
much darker than his skin colour. It
was an incredible sight. His huge
organ stood out distinctly in
comparison to his thin body. Kamini
used her left hand to hold one of his
big balls and started massaging it
and with her right hand she held the
dick round the cock head and pulled
the foreskin back to reveal a thick
bulbous head. She then released his
ball and held his big prick with her
both hands. It started to become
stiffer and added a couple of more
inches and thickness to it. Now it
was fully erect and pointed towards
the roof. It looked as if an arm is
jutting out of his crotch! It looked
menacing. It was as large as
Kamini’s forearm and at its root it
was much thicker than her wrist. She
held the base of his massive dick
that looked like a tree trunk! She
could not wrap her fingers around
the base! I can safely say that it was
at least eleven inches long with a
diameter of about three inches at
the base that tapered down to
around two inches around his dick
head. Its shape was similar to a
lighthouse! She started pumping this
huge organ with both her hands.

Kamini was mesmerised by this

sight. I too felt hot rushes through
my body by looking at that monster
and shot my load at the door of the
cupboard. This happened without
even my touching my dick!

I was excited as hell but a fear

gripped my mind. Whether Kamini
will be able to accommodate it in her
cunt? What if it tears her cunt? Even
if she can accommodate it, will it
stretch and make her cunt loose
permanently? However, all such
doubts were meaningless now and I
was too excited by the sight of his
dick. I wanted him to shove it up
Kamini’s cunt and fuck her
mercilessly. At last our fantasy of
another man fucking Kamini was
coming true and that too with such a
well endowed male.

Perhaps Kamini too wanted it quick

and started playing with it.

While still pumping his huge shaft

with her both hands Kamini looked
up at Fred and told him: I know the
reason why you are so thin. All the
food you eat goes to this monster!

Then she put her tongue out and

flicked at the exposed pee hole a few
times. While she was flicking at the
dick head I could see Fred’s pre cum
forming thin strings. Fred closed his
eyes and started enjoying it.
Kamini’s eyes were wide with
excitement I could see extreme lust
in her eyes. She was on heat. Then
she opened her mouth, much more
than usual, and engulfed the dick
head. She started sucking on it and
started pushing more of it into her
mouth. Fred was immensely enjoying
it and was slowly pushing back and
forth as if fucking Kamini’s mouth.
She started sucking him with more
vigour. She tried to take more length
into her mouth but could not take
more than 4 inches and her mouth
was fully stretched. She sucked Fred
like this for a couple of minutes and
then perhaps to give her straining
jaws some rest, she removed Fred’s
monster dick out and pulled herself
back a little. Just then Fred moaned
and his massive dick convulsed. A
huge wad of semen flew out of his
pee hole and landed into Kamini’s
hair! Another equally big wad of cum
erupted from his dick head again and
landed at her lovely nose and lips
which started flowing down in
strands on to her breasts! Thereafter
it let out short bursts of cum on
Kamini’s ample breasts. Cum
continued to flow slowly from this
giant tool for almost half a minute on
her right thigh and made a big
puddle of sticky semen. Kamini was
taken aback at the speed and
quantity of the ejaculated semen his
ejaculation. I do not ejaculate so
much semen in a week’s time! She
was a sight to behold. Large blobs of
cum were in her hair, on her face and
the ones on her breasts were flowing
down towards her tummy. There was
another big puddle on her right
thigh.
My dick was rock hard at this sight
but I was a little disappointed that
Fred is spent and I could not see the
real fucking with that monster. We
may have to wait for yet another
time for the real action! Kamini too
thought it is all over. She got up and
pulled some tissues from the drawer
of the dressing room and started
cleaning her hair, face, breasts and
thighs. Though she could not wipe
the sticky cum completely. Fred too
helped her wipe the cum from her
body. She then proceeded to wipe
the cum from Fred’s dick which was
getting soft.

However, Fred was not finished yet.

His dick seemed to go flaccid for a
moment but it started rising again
quickly. Perhaps it was the effect of
having to fuck such a beauty that he
regained his erection much faster. I
can bet Kamini can give an erection
to a dead man! In a couple of
minutes Fred’s dick pointed towards
the roof again. It was in its full
massive glory. It was huge!

Fred pulled Kamini to her feet and

embraced her. She was too short for
him. His dick pressed into her tummy
and was hindering the embrace. He
put it side ways and it looked from
between those bodies at me! I
winked at this one eyed monster.

Finally Fred carried Kamini to the

bed. She lay on her back and then
turned sideways on her right side
facing me in the cupboard. I knew
she was deliberately using that
position to enable me to see all the
action. Fred lay behind her in similar
fashion and put his dick through her
thighs. It looked as if Kamini had a
big black dick! Kamini was in a
constant state of arousal and her
eyes were glazed all the time. Fred
used his left hand to lift Kamini’s left
breast while he was kissing her on
the cheek. His right arm was under
Kamini’s head and with his right
hand he was kneading Kamini’s right
breast. He moved down and started
kissing Kamini on the lips. Kamini
was too eager to reciprocate. They
continued kissing for some time. This
made them hotter and both of them
were gasping for air. Both of them
were moaning constantly. I held my
dick in my hand and was pulling on
the foreskin and stopped it when I
was about to cum. I waited for the
spectacle taking place in my
bedroom.
Fred then lowered his mouth to her
nipples. He started sucking and
pulling on them. Going from one to
another, back and forth. He buried
his face between those mounds of
flesh and started biting all over her
breasts again. Kamini winced in pain.
She did not stop him.

Fred lifted Kamini’s left leg and

pulled himself back (as his dick was
protruding far ahead than Kamini’s
cunt hole) to position his massive
dick for assault but could not do so
as the dick was just sliding along her
crack without proper guidance as his
other hand was under Kamini’s head.
He told Kamini to lift her leg, which
Kamini did, and with his now free left
hand he put the huge bulbous knob
of his huge dick at the entrance of
Kamini’s cunt. It looked as if an arm
is going to be shoved up my Kamini’s
cunt. Like Kamini, her cunt is also
very beautiful. When she lifted her
leg in air it revealed her swollen pink
cunt lips glistening with her juices.
Her cunt lips are very symmetric and
when in lust they open out slightly
and resemble a small ‘butterfly’. I
could see the butterfly.

Suddenly, Kamini pulled away and

sat on the bed. She told Fred that
she cannot allow him to fuck her
without a condom as she did not
want any diseases and not a black
baby at all for that matter! Fred told
her he is not carrying a condom to
which she replied no problem.
Kamini got up and went through the
drawer of the dressing room again
and fished a condom from our
supplies. She removed it from the
packet and joined Fred back on the
bed. Fred was now on his back and
his huge shaft was pointing towards
the roof and pulsating. Kamini
started rolling the condom on this
monster, however, it was too tight
for this size of dick and when she
could roll the full condom it reached
just beyond the half way on his dick.
It took her about half a minute to
accomplish this task while she takes
only a second too roll it on my dick
which looked like a finger when
compared to this monster. I could
see Kamini was not at all in awe of
this monster. She looked very
confident.

After rolling the condom she again

lay on her right side and lifted her
left leg without asking to give him
access to her cunt. Fred too got
behind her in a similar fashion and
proceeded to put the cock head at
the entrance of her cunt. I could see
the butterfly once more. I could
clearly see her flowing juices. Fred
placed the condomed head of his
dick on the entrance of Kamini’s cunt
and pushed a little. His dick head
entered Kamini’s cunt without
resistance. He pushed again and
another two inches disappeared. It
was a beautiful sight. Here was a
huge black dick snaking its way into
my wife’s white cunt! I could not
bear this and shot another load
inside the cupboard. On the bed my
wife was in another state of sexual
arousal and was moaning
continuously. Once in a while she too
will look at her pussy being
stretched by his huge dick. He
continued pushing and I could see
the condomed part of this monster
disappear in Kamini’s cunt. Kamini’s
cunt was very stretched now. The
butterfly lips were sticking to his
shaft for dear life! I wondered
whether the condom would come off
if his huge dick is pulled out of
Kamini’s cunt. He pushed again and
his monster was about eight inches
in Kamini’s cunt now. Perhaps it was
her height of sexual arousal which
made her cunt so wet and slippery
and I was sure even if an arm is
shoved up her cunt today she will
not have any difficulty at all to
accommodate it.

Still the thickest three inches were

waiting outside to get in. This was
the real test for Kamini’s cunt. Fred
now moved back and removed his
dick till only the cock head remained
inside. The condom did not come off
as it was sticking tightly to his dick.
Fred’s penis’ veins were visible
though the condom and it looked like
the natural skin for his huge penis.
Fred’s dick was glistening with
Kamini’s cunt juices. He once again
told Kamini to lift her leg a little
more and pushed more than half his
dick in Kamini’s cunt in one push.
Kamini’s big breasts wobbled wildly.
Kamini squirmed a bit and then
relaxed. He gave another mighty
push and this monster got buried
fully inside my wife’s cunt. Her
breasts again wobbled wildly due to
the mighty push. I could never
imagine that Kamini’s cunt was so
deep! It looked really stretched now
and I feared it would get torn any
moment. Imagine a cunt hole
stretched to accommodate an object
having a diameter of three inches.
The circumference (girth) of such an
object will be roughly over nine
inches.

Kamini must have realised that the

monster was fully buried inside her
cunt and looked down. Her eyelids
laboured to open as she was in
highest state of arousal. Once he
looked at the buried monster with
Fred’s heavy balls resting on her
right thigh, her eyes opened wide
with surprise. She saw her cunt
stretched to the point of getting
torn.

None of them moved for a few

seconds. Fred started fondling my
wife’s breasts. He then removed his
massive prick till only the head was
inside Kamini’s cunt then gave a
mighty push and whole of his
monster dick got buried deep in
Kamini’s cunt in one go. I had
another raging hard on. Actually my
dick too was constantly hard after
looking such an action in my
bedroom. Fred started repeating the
same action. He will withdraw his
enormous penis till the head is
remained inside Kamini’s cunt, wait
for a few seconds and then give a
mighty push, which will bury his
whole big dick in Kamini’s cunt.
Which such a shove Kamini’s whole
body too will shook and her big
breasts will jiggle wildly. Fred gave
about fifteen such pushes, perhaps
he was making Kamini’s cunt
accustomed to his big size.
Whenever, his big penis will come
out it will glisten with now
overflowing cunt juices. Kamini was
in seventh heaven, she was in
ecstasy and her face was contorted
with immense pleasure. Fred
gradually increased speed and
Kamini too started pushing her hips
back to meet Fred’s thrusts. It was
and incredible sight. About a foot
long huge thick penis was pumping
Kamini’s cunt and its black colour
was in total contrast with my wife’s
creamy skin. Her cunt was
overstretched too.

Fred’s thrusts were becoming

quicker and more powerful now. His
massive dick looked like blur. Kamini
too was meeting his each thrust with
equal vigour. Her big breats were
jiggling wildly but more rhythmically
now. Both of them were panting like
dogs. Fred was very close to coming.
Kamini was having a constant stream
of orgasms and her eyes were rolled
back in their sockets. It looked as if
she will pass out. I had never seen
such wild fucking even in porn
movies. Fred’s speed was
astonishing. He will withdraw his
huge penis till the tip remained
inside and then bang it in a flash. His
big balls will hit Kamini’s thighs and
make a little sound. Kamini’s cunt
was overflowing with juices and it
was now accommodating Fred’s huge
penis much easily.

After about five minutes of such wild

fucking my wife told Fred to
withdraw as she wanted to ride him.
Actually, this was her favourite
position that afforded her deepest
penetration and me the full access to
her heavy breasts. Fred withdrew his
huge penis and lied on his back. My
wife too now laid on her back shifted
a little and opened her legs for me to
look at the devastation caused by
Fred’s massive pole. Her cunt was
wide open and I could see her slimy
pink insides up to three inches or so.
Her cunt juice was flowing down to
her thighs. It took about fifteen
seconds for her cunt lips to close
together and come back to their
original position.

Fred was wondering why she is not

getting up and riding him. He
beckoned her and then she turned on
her left side and then climbed on top
of Fred. She started kissing him
wildly. Fred reciprocated and started
massaging her big breasts that were
hanging in front of his eyes. Then
Kamini pulled herself back on Fred’s
crotch. She had to raise herself up
high in the air to position her cunt at
Fred’s cock head. With one hand she
opened her cunt lips and with the
other she placed head of that
monster penis at the opening of her
cunt. She then started sliding on him
and buried the monster in her love
box. She was impaled on his mighty
shaft. She did not move for a few
seconds and closed her eyes. She
grunted and groaned and had
another orgasm. Her cunt juice was
running along her thighs on to Fred’s
tummy. Meanwhile Fred was mauling
her beautiful breasts and was biting
the nipples. Kamini will wince a little
but was enjoying it a lot. After her
orgasm subsided, she started sliding
up and down his shaft again. Fred’s
pole glistened with Kamini’s over
flowing juices. She continued sliding
and Fred continued to play with her
hooters.
Now Fred too seemed close to
coming and turned sideways on the
bed. With this action Kamini fell to
her side and now they were facing
each other. Half of the massive dick
was still inside Kamini’s cunt. Fred
now got up and removed his penis
from Kamini’s cunt and removed the
condom too. Kamini was surprised
that what he is going to do but Fred
reassured her with a signal no to
worry. Fred’s massive length was
half dry (due to condom) and half
slimy due to Kamini’s cunt juices. He
adjusted Kamini on her back and sat
on her tummy. He put her massive
dick on her chest and collected her
ample breasts around his erection to
make a tunnel. The dick head was
touching her chin. He was going to
tit fuck her. I was sure that he will
cum while tit fucking Kamini. I too
now wanted to come badly as my
hard on had started aching. Kamini
told Fred to move back a little
because his huge penis was already
touching her chin. He wont be able
to tit fuck her. He moved back.

He started humping Kamini’s breasts

and which each forward push the
head of the penis will hit Kamini’s
chin. She lifted her head and opened
her mouth to take it in her mouth
with each forward thrust. Fred was
on the verge of coming and was
vigoursly fucking Kamini’s tits. She
too was sucking and licking on it
with each forward push. A while later
Fred’s whole body shook and he let
go of Kamini’s big breasts. He was
still sitting on my wife’s tummy. His
massive dick erupted again like
volcano! His first jet of semen flew
like a confetti and hit the wall behind
the bed. It flew high in the air and
was still on the rise when the wall
behind the bed interrupted its
progress! Second jet was a little
lower and it hit the headboard of the
bed. Third jet of semen fell on her
face near her right eye. Thereafter a
few small jets erupted and landed on
Kamini’s breasts. But his massive
penis was still leaking and made a
big puddle between my wife’s milky
breasts. I too could not hold it any
longer and erupted again inside the
cupboard. Fred and my wife were
exhausted and looked totally relaxed
at the same time and fell into each
others arms again and started
kissing and fondling each other. This
resulted in some semen getting
stuck to Fred’s body as well. Fred’s
penis started shrinking but was still
huge.
After a few minutes both of them
separated and she took a few tissues
from the drawers and wiped their
bodies, wall and the headboard. She
then proceeded to wipe hanging but
still massive dick of Fred clean. After
wiping it she lifted it up to her lips
and gave a kiss on its head and said
“Thank you” to it.

Fred: So lovely how was this fuck

session?

Kamini: It was out of this world. My

cunt is pulsating even now. I cannot
forget the sensations of your
massive organ.

Fred: I wish you had tried it earlier.

Can we have one more shot?
Kamini: Not today, maybe some
other day.

Fred: Sure!

Kamini: Yes, sure!

Fred: I need to thank you for

allowing me to have sex with you. I
had been fantasising about having
sex with an Indian lady. I was lucky
to have it with one of the most
beautiful and sexy lady.

Kamini: Really!

Fred: You bet!

Fred wore back his clothes but my

wife was still naked. She told Fred to
leave but he was hesitant to leave.
Kamini then promised him that they
will play this game again before
leaving for India. At this promise
Fred left. She was still naked when
she went to the door to send him
out. She closed the door as Fred left
and returned to the bedroom. I had
come out of the cupboard in the
meantime and was sitting naked on
the bed. As soon as she came in she
threw herself on the bed and laid on
her back with legs wide open. I
surveyed her from head to toe. I
could see dried up little specks of
semen in her hair, near her right eye,
between her nose and lip. I could
also see much bigger still drying
patches of semen between her
breasts and on her right thigh. Her
big breasts had red bite marks all
over them.
Then I shifted my attention to her
cunt. The sight of it told the story of
the pounding it got at the hands
Fred’s massive organ. It was swollen
and red.

Kamini herself had the looks of a

thoroughly well fucked and sexually
fully satisfied woman on her face.
During this time neither of us spoke
a word.

The sight of her lying exhausted

after getting fucked by a huge penis
made me hot as hell and I
immediately climbed on top of her
and started fucking her. Kamini’s
cunt felt hot like an oven and was
very, very wet and slippery.
However, I realised that my dick was
not feeling any friction. Though her
cunt lips were closed she was still
very loose inside! This reminded me
of the recent fucking Kamini has had
and I ejaculated immediately.

We lay in each other’s arms kissing

and drifted off to sleep. After about
an hour we woke up and talked
about the whole episode.

I: So, honey after three years you

have fulfilled my fantasy, how was
it?

Kamini: It was beyond my

expectations. I never thought I could
be so uninhibited with another man.
My cunt is still pulsating and I am
feeling strange sensations in my
body. I am still aroused.
I: I too came several times inside the
cupboard!

Kamini: I forgot the count of orgasms

I had. Once my mind was in it, I was
getting continuous orgasms. Such
was the effect of that huge dick.

I: Tell me how it felt inside you cunt.

Kamini: Well initially it hurt a little

and I wondered if I could
accommodate such a massive dick
but once I was wet I had no problem.
It reached farther than anything ever
has gone. When he entered me from
behind I felt as if his dick has
entered my tummy. And when I rode
him it felt as if the monster was
stuck in my throat. It was incredible.
We had another round of wild sex
after this conversation.

Fred talked to my wife a few more

times to have sex but she will make
an excuse and avoided him. He did
not know that I have seen all the
action and it was prearranged.

At the time of returning to India,

Fred dropped us at the airport.
Before leaving the airport he told us
that he was sad that we were leaving
his country. He wished us all the
best. Then he turned towards Kamini
and told her with a glint in his eyes:
Madam, I hope you will never forget
me!

Why she, even I can never forget

him!
Now we are back in India and still
remember this incident and we feel
as if it took place only yesterday. It
changed our sex lives for the good.
Yes, Kamini’s cunt regained its
original size three days after that
monster fuck and I started feeling
the usual friction again! This incident
works like an aphrodisiac for us.