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Nice storyAdithya seemed to respond, for he moaned in frustration at her as she lost control once, and then again, shaking as spasms went through her core.
She moved off of his face, even as he took a gasp of fresh air. However, before, he could speak, Shriya stuffed the cloth back into Adithya's mouth and bound the other cloth in place, "You'll speak when the queen accepts you into her audience," Shriya teased, even as he gave a grunt which sounded so comically affronted that she giggled and kissed his forehead, "I think I'm ready for you, darling." she cooed into his ear, feeling his whole body give a shudder.
The ring, which clung so tightly to him, took a moment to be removed, only for the queen to mount her secret consort's member, sliding down upon it with a loud moan of joy. So fortunate in this young man. No wonder Rudra had been so arrogant in his assumptions about her. If only he could know exactly what was happening. How he would go pale at the great mistake he had made, how he had been the fool all along. Now his kingdom would become divided between his daughters as was their right. He would have no choice, as they would stand on the law and wield it in their own hands. Shriya had met them on occasion and she had seen the looks of disgust and shame at their bullying brother's unwelcome behaviour with the servant girls at the table. They would know what to do if some accident ever came of him. Not that they would ever have imagined it was Shriya who had given them this chance.
Naturally, these thoughts faded quickly as Shriya gave her body over to the sensations she felt as she and Adithya moved together, crazed by desire for release. Nothing else mattered in the world to Shriya in that moment, even as she sobbed aloud while reaching yet another climax. She had not desired this so fiercely until she had passed her tenth year on the throne, when she had become more established in her authority as a responsible ruler. When she had found a calmness in her life, seeing her ventures flourish where possible, did she discover that she did not need to treat her own womanhood as though it were made of glass. What did it matter which man made use of her? Since then, she'd had several illegitimate children, whom she raised in her court, daring any nobles to question this decision. Yet she knew that some would attempt to take control of her kingdom and ignore her children's authority. Therefore, she would announce this prince as her child's father and by then it would be too late for Rudra to object. He and she would have been wedded, for Rudra would think he was winning her kingdom to be controlled, but she had other plans in mind. She would ensure that her new husband would know full well that she would be no meek wife, and would rule alongside him or above him if the occasion in bed should occur.
With a cry like a wild animal, Prince Adithya's seed spurted inside her, even as she gasped aloud in her reception of him. So exhausted was the queen that she slumped forward and lay on top of her captive prince.
"I shall pray to God," Shriya said as she caught her breath, "That we have our child, But then I shall have to give you up for a time, more's the pity." That admission of satisfaction in his performance seemed to add a new flush to his face. Perhaps she did not swell his pride too much, thought she. So, she then gave his head a condescending pat to remind him of his place. His response was not quite so defiant as it had been before, as she noted with a smile.
She carefully dismounted him and lay beside him for a time, feeling their warm bodies moving together in breath, smelling their combined scents together.
After a time had passed, she rang a bell. Four of her ladies-in-waiting came in. Upon seeing the prince lying exhausted and limp, still restrained and muzzled, they proceeded to give taunting smiles and at the captive, who flushed more than he had before at this demeaning attention to his nudity.
"Darlings, please escort my consort to his room. Give him the best room you can find, he's earned it."
As they untied the prince from the bed and led him off to his room, Shriya lay back and sighed to herself. It was going to be a thorough pleasure training her future husband on his new deference to her.
THE-END
nice storySuja Varunee is an attractive 36-year-old mother of two. She's no supermodel, but she has the look of that good looking school teacher that most boys had a crush on during their school years.
She stands 5'6" with a slender 34-B-24-24 body. Brown hair, parted in the middle and hanging almost to her shoulders.
Suja is a very conservative and modest woman. Her husband, Sundar, is the only man she had ever been with. They met in high school and Suja, holding on to her strict religious upbringing, kept her virginity until their wedding night.
They made a cute couple. Sundar was a good looking man, though a short one: barely taller than his wife. The two were active in their local church and Suja worked as a stay home mom.
Even her clothing was modest. Suja never dressed in anything revealing. Her B-cup breasts were always well covered and it was rare to see her in shorts or anything else that exposed too much flesh.
She was also on the naïve side. Her oldest child, a freshman in high school, often chided her mother for not thinking about what she said. Suja often said things without realizing that her words could sometimes be taken out of context, causing Suja's daughter some embarrassment at times. She had told her mom that some of her statements could be taken sexually. Suja had been embarrassed by this, but still never thought much about it.
Today Suja was home alone while her husband was at work and the kids at school. Her husband had arranged for some contractors to do some work around the house. They had begun the day before but had to finish the work today.
It was May and the weather was turning hot. Suja, as was her nature, felt a desire to offer the men something cool to drink and be of help in any other manner that she could.
She went outside, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, to offer the men cold water or anything else. Had her daughter been home Suja would have been warned of her absent minded wording. But she was alone and, true to form, said all the wrong things.
"Boy, Datha you guys look hot." She said to the four men working outside.
She made some small talk, offered them drinks and then said, "If there is anything I can do for you guys just ask." She had told them. Followed with "I'm serious, just ask and I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better today. But I have to insist on at least two of you at a time. I can't have just one of you with me."
Suja went inside thinking nothing of her conversation. She had simply offered refreshments, a cool place to rest and informed them that she couldn't be alone with only one of them so that the neighbor's wouldn't think anything funny was going on if they saw a lone man go inside with her.
To the four men working outside Suja's words had a completely different meaning.
Raj, the oldest of the men, watched Suja as she walked inside. He was six foot tall and muscular. Well tanned already from working outside. "Boys, I think she wants a gangbang."
"That is one horny housewife." Datha replied, shaking his prematurely balding head. Datha was slightly taller than Raj and more rugged looking.
Gani, the youngest at 19, wasn't so sure. "You Datha't really think she wants to have sex, do you?"
"Sure the fuck sounds like it to me." Antoine, the 21-year old tall, muscular black man with the clean shaved head and full beard added.
"Well we're almost finished here," Raj said. "And she has me too fucking turned on to ignore her. Let's finish and go inside and take her up on her offer."
The men busted ass to finish the job in the next half hour. Then went to the door and knocked.
Suja answered the door, finding the four sweaty men asking to come inside to cool off. She let them come inside and poured them all glasses of water.
The men drank the water in the kitchen, and then Raj said, "Are you serious about making us feel better?"
Suja smiled. "If I can I will."
"Well that pussy would sure make me feel better." He replied.
Suja's mouth dropped open. She didn't know how to respond to Raj's rude comment. Then she felt Datha's hands reach around her from behind to grope her tits.
"What do you think you're doing?" She blurted out as she pushed Datha's hands away.
"Come on, girl. You obviously want us to fuck you." Datha said, grabbing her and pulling her tight against him."
"No I Datha't!" She protested.
"You're not going to get us all hard and horny and back out of this now." Raj said. "Let's strip her."
Suja screamed as the four men grabbed her and began forcibly removing her clothes. She wrestled against them, but soon found her body bare and pushed onto her back on the kitchen counter.
"Please stop!" She yelled as the men began groping her bare breast and fingering her pussy.
Suja was in a panic. She knew that she was at the mercy of these men and was fully aware of what they wanted. Suja would have to admit that she had fantasized about having sex with more than one man at a time. But she would have never willingly done so.
The men took turns stripping while the other three continued molesting the struggling housewife. Soon Suja saw all four of them naked around her. Each of the dicks hard in anticipation of being thrust into her body.
Suja could not help but to observe that all four men were more endowed than her husband.
Suja had no regrets with her husband's size. She knew that his five inches was just below the average, but he had always satisfied her with it. But all four of these men were larger. Two of them, Antoine and Raj, were both a good three or four inches larger.
"Suck my cock." Antoine said as he grabbed her head and pulled it back over the counter.
Suja resisted as the black piece of meat was thrust into her face. She did not want to do this but soon found her mouth open and lips wrapping around his pole.
Raj was pulling her legs apart on the other side of the counter and she could feel his long, thick cock pressing between her legs.
She tried to protest but could not make anything more than grunts as Antoine fucked her face.
She cried out in rage as Raj thrust his pole deep inside her pussy. She realized at once that he filled her more than her husband ever had.
Now Suja was being pounded by two strange men at the same time. She had gone the better part of a year before allowing her husband to get this far on their wedding night and now here she was trapped between two men who were forcing her to have sex in her own kitchen.
"Oh fuck." She heard Antoine say just before she felt her mouth filling with his cum. She was surprised with how quickly the black man had climaxed and was not expecting this. She gagged at first and began gulping down his warm salty seed, realizing that she had not permitted her husband to cum in her mouth for a few years now.
Antoine shoved his cock deep into her throat as he came, spewing his cum as Suja's mouth pleasured him.
He pulled out his spent cock and she raised her head and watched as Raj fucked her.
"Please stop." She pleaded.
But Raj did not listen. He held her legs apart and slammed his cock into her pussy ignoring her pleas.
Raj began panting and moaning. Suja felt his pace quicken and his thrust become harder and deeper and knew that he was about to cum inside her.
"No, pull out!" She yelled.
But Raj was not going to be denied his climax inside her tight pussy. He cried out in lustful joy as his orgasm began, sending his cum jetting into Suja's pussy as he pounded her without mercy.
As soon as Raj was finished Datha grabbed her and pulled her off the counter. He forced her to bend over the kitchen table and thrust his cock into her from behind. Suja's arms were held tightly in front of her as Datha fucked her.
She no longer begged for them to stop. Once Raj had cum inside her she felt the will to resist begin to fade. But what she hadn't expected was the feeling that was now coming over her.
Datha's cock was actually bringing her pleasure!
Suja resisted the sensations growing inside her. She could not allow these men to make her enjoy this rape. She was being forced fucked by them and could not be made to enjoy it.
But as Datha came closer to his orgasm his fucking was doing the same to Suja.
"Oh God, no." She begged as she felt her body coming close to climax. Her legs shook beneath her as her orgasm began. Datha's cock took her over the edge. Her pussy gripped his shaft as her juices began to spill out onto his balls.
Datha groaned as his cock released his cum into Suja's pussy, mixing with her own juices as the two came together.
Datha pulled out of her and Gani took his place. The young man fucked Suja with jackhammer-like speed as she lay on the table. Her pussy was still sensitive from her orgasm with Datha and she could feel it responding again.
But before the feeling could grow any stronger she felt Gani blowing his load into her thrice-fucked pussy.
"On your hands and knees." She heard Antoine order. The black man helped her to the floor where she knelt as he got behind her. He thrust his cock inside her and she felt her body responding at once.
Suja wasn't sure what had come over her. But she decided that this was feeling too good to resist. And she justified it because it was being forced upon her. She could not be blamed for being raped, so since she was guiltless why not just enjoy the fulfillment of a long held fantasy. One that would be kept a secret between her and her four attackers.
Suja reached up and grabbed Raj's cock and began stroking it. He moved before her so that she could begin sucking on his cock as Antoine fucked her.
Suja could not believe that she was actually enjoying this. She greedily sucked on Raj's cock as she fucked back against the black man behind her.
She began cumming almost immediately. She had to pull her mouth away from Raj's cock as her orgasm tore through her. It subsided but Antoine was still pounding her from behind. Finally he came inside her, but not before bringing her close to the verge of another climax.
"Fuck me." She said to Raj. Not wanting to be denied one more orgasm.
"I knew you wanted it." He said, quickly moving around her body and kneeling behind her, thrusting his cock into her sopping wet hole.
Datha took Raj's place at her face. Suja began sucking his cock. With her right hand she grabbed Gani's and began jacking him off. Soon she was taking turns sucking each of the men one at a time.
She pulled her head away from Gani as he was about to cum. She began sucking Datha's while she jacked Gani off all over the side of her face.
Raj was fucking her with all his might, enjoying the change that he saw taking place in the women kneeling before him. He watched as Datha's eyes rolled back in his head as he began cumming in Suja's mouth.
She gulped down his cum then pulled free, crying out her delight. "Oh yes, I'm cumming!" She yelled. "Fuck me harder!"
Raj was ready to cum too. Hearing Suja's cries of satisfaction made his orgasm even better as he unleashed his seed inside her.
Suja fell forward onto the floor as Raj pulled his cock out of her. She was covered in sweat and her body was shaking from the effects of her multiple orgasms and the realization of what had just happened.
As the men began dressing Suja slowly got to her feet. "Get the fuck out of here." She told them, trying to sound like she was mad. She was to a point, but she could not deny that she had been more satisfied in the past forty five minutes than she had even been.
She needed to clean up before her kids got home. She would never tell anyone what happened here today. But, even though she would never have Done this on her own, this would always be a fond memory for the pretty housewife. She even wondered if there was any other work that her husband could find for these men.
THE-END
Plz Write ✍️ a Tamanna bhatiya sex storieAdithya seemed to respond, for he moaned in frustration at her as she lost control once, and then again, shaking as spasms went through her core.
She moved off of his face, even as he took a gasp of fresh air. However, before, he could speak, Shriya stuffed the cloth back into Adithya's mouth and bound the other cloth in place, "You'll speak when the queen accepts you into her audience," Shriya teased, even as he gave a grunt which sounded so comically affronted that she giggled and kissed his forehead, "I think I'm ready for you, darling." she cooed into his ear, feeling his whole body give a shudder.
The ring, which clung so tightly to him, took a moment to be removed, only for the queen to mount her secret consort's member, sliding down upon it with a loud moan of joy. So fortunate in this young man. No wonder Rudra had been so arrogant in his assumptions about her. If only he could know exactly what was happening. How he would go pale at the great mistake he had made, how he had been the fool all along. Now his kingdom would become divided between his daughters as was their right. He would have no choice, as they would stand on the law and wield it in their own hands. Shriya had met them on occasion and she had seen the looks of disgust and shame at their bullying brother's unwelcome behaviour with the servant girls at the table. They would know what to do if some accident ever came of him. Not that they would ever have imagined it was Shriya who had given them this chance.
Naturally, these thoughts faded quickly as Shriya gave her body over to the sensations she felt as she and Adithya moved together, crazed by desire for release. Nothing else mattered in the world to Shriya in that moment, even as she sobbed aloud while reaching yet another climax. She had not desired this so fiercely until she had passed her tenth year on the throne, when she had become more established in her authority as a responsible ruler. When she had found a calmness in her life, seeing her ventures flourish where possible, did she discover that she did not need to treat her own womanhood as though it were made of glass. What did it matter which man made use of her? Since then, she'd had several illegitimate children, whom she raised in her court, daring any nobles to question this decision. Yet she knew that some would attempt to take control of her kingdom and ignore her children's authority. Therefore, she would announce this prince as her child's father and by then it would be too late for Rudra to object. He and she would have been wedded, for Rudra would think he was winning her kingdom to be controlled, but she had other plans in mind. She would ensure that her new husband would know full well that she would be no meek wife, and would rule alongside him or above him if the occasion in bed should occur.
With a cry like a wild animal, Prince Adithya's seed spurted inside her, even as she gasped aloud in her reception of him. So exhausted was the queen that she slumped forward and lay on top of her captive prince.
"I shall pray to God," Shriya said as she caught her breath, "That we have our child, But then I shall have to give you up for a time, more's the pity." That admission of satisfaction in his performance seemed to add a new flush to his face. Perhaps she did not swell his pride too much, thought she. So, she then gave his head a condescending pat to remind him of his place. His response was not quite so defiant as it had been before, as she noted with a smile.
She carefully dismounted him and lay beside him for a time, feeling their warm bodies moving together in breath, smelling their combined scents together.
After a time had passed, she rang a bell. Four of her ladies-in-waiting came in. Upon seeing the prince lying exhausted and limp, still restrained and muzzled, they proceeded to give taunting smiles and at the captive, who flushed more than he had before at this demeaning attention to his nudity.
"Darlings, please escort my consort to his room. Give him the best room you can find, he's earned it."
As they untied the prince from the bed and led him off to his room, Shriya lay back and sighed to herself. It was going to be a thorough pleasure training her future husband on his new deference to her.
THE-END
Part 2 in literotica anyoneMegha: No penetration.
He kept grinding despite Megha’s feeble protest. Precum was oozing from his dick, and it made it easier for his cock to slide between her buttcheeks.
Kishan (whispered in her ear): You need a man’s touch since your husband is away. There is no harm in a little skin-to-skin rubbing.
Megha kept murmuring, “No penetration.” It was less of an instruction to Kishan but rather a reminder not to cross the line. While her mouth weakly protested, her body was giving in. All the rubbing had made it wet. She could feel the warmth of his cock pressed between her ass cheeks.
She was longing for such attention. She closed her eyes and arched her back. This gave Kishan the signal to go further. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her from behind. Pressed against her body, he realized how soft her ass was.
He tried to grope her breasts, but she covered them with her arms. So he did what he learned yesterday was the best way to weaken her defense. He slid one of his hands down over her clit and started rubbing it.
Megha was in a trance as she was pleasured from the front and behind. Her grip loosened, and Kishan used that opportunity to cup her breasts. Unlike yesterday, there was no cloth in his way, and he could feel the soft skin of her tits.
He realized Megha was getting close to her orgasm. So he increased the pace of grinding his dick on her ass. He wanted to cum with her because he knew she would not let him explore her body that easily once she came. Megha felt the tension building inside her body.
She grabbed Kishan’s hand, rubbed her clit and pressed it even harder. Seeing she was asking for more, Kishan pinched her nipple, and they both climaxed at that moment. Kishan shot loads of cum on her back. He could feel his warm jizz sliding down her body.
Even after he climaxed, he kept rubbing his limp dick on her ass. He was acting like a hungry dog who didn’t know when to get his next meal. Megha was too tired to protest. She was still gasping for breath. Kishan tried to make the most of this opportunity.
He stepped to her side, bent down on his knees. He started licking the breast he had been holding for so long. Her nipples were hard after all the excitement she had just experienced. She tried pushing his face away from her tits, but this was a new experience for her. She was too tired to care, so she let him have his way.
Kishan hungrily sucked on her tits. There was no way he was going to let her go without fucking her brains out. But he had to find a way to convince her. He knew that once she was close to her orgasm, she was much more receptive to his incursions.
But he would have to take things slow. Otherwise, she might push him away. After sucking on her tits for a while, he stood up and cleaned his dick in the shower. Megha had also gathered herself, and she stepped out of the bathroom before Kishan could try anything else.
Kishan realized he had broken too many boundaries on the same day. He would have to be more patient from now on. He decided not to visit her that night. He wanted her to get more desperate for her orgasm. He wanted her to beg him for more to have the upper hand in the relationship.
Then he could make her do things that she would normally not approve of. He started spacing out the days between his visits to her room, which worked. Megha was edgier every time he visited her. She would dress seductively to catch his attention.
Every time he visited her, she offered herself to him and let him use her however he wanted. With this plan, Kishan began exploring different things on every visit. Anytime she protested, he would not visit her for the next few days.
He would have her kneel under the shower and place his dick between her juicy tits. She was new to all this, but she quickly learned how to give a boobjob. She would let him suck her tits or eat her pussy. Anything, as long as she could get an orgasm.
Their afternoon session was usually short. But they had much more time during the night when everyone was asleep. He would pull down the straps of her nightie to release her tits. In that semi-naked state, make her sit in his lap. Before going to bed, his dinner was her boobs.
While she was in his lap, his hands would roam freely over her body. The only rule she had was “No Penetration.” other than that. He could grab her ass, feel her pussy and even rub her asshole. But despite getting so much freedom from his mistress, Kishan was greedy for more.
He wanted to find a way to get past her last rule. He knew she wanted his cock, seeing the way she would grind her pussy over his dick. But she wanted to keep pretending that she was not cheating on her husband. Having full-fledged sex would break that illusion.
Right now, she could tell herself that letting Kishan rub her was no different than she was rubbing herself. All this drama made Kishan restless. He was so close yet so far. He had already pushed Megha so far. He only needed to come up with some excuse to fuck the young bride.
Kishan would slide his raging hardon between her legs every day. But as much as it turned her on, she did not reveal her feelings. Kishan sensed that she wanted it too by noticing how wet she would get every time he would rub his cock over her pussy.
But she was looking for some excuse to reveal her slutty side. So Kishan came up with a cunning plan to push her over the edge. He knew that she wouldn’t let him enter her pussy because she couldn’t risk her getting pregnant. Since any sign of pregnancy in her husband’s absence would raise doubts.
But this didn’t rule out her ass. If he were to fuck her ass, there is no way anyone in the family would find that out. So he decided to put his plan into action the very next day. But he also knew that he had to be sneaky. If Megha were to sense any mischief, she could end all his adventures.
That night he had Megha lying on the bed as usual with her face down. That day he also decided to put a pillow under her belly so that her ass was sticking out. He sat over her ass, and while in that position, he started massaging her butt. He proceeded to spread her ass cheeks with his palm.
Then he started rubbing her asshole with his thumb. Megha flinched as this was a new sensation for her. Seeing that she wasn’t resisting, Kishan soon turned the rubbing into poking. He spat on her butthole and lubricated it with his saliva.
After warming her up, he tried to slide in the tip of his thumb as gently as he could. Megha gave no reaction. “She must not have felt the slight intrusion,” thought Kishan.
Kishan didn’t want to startle her, so he pulled his thumb out and again rubbed her hole. Megha enjoyed all the attention her ass was receiving from his fingers. She began wiggling her ass in sync with his poking and tried to squeeze his thumb between her ass cheeks.
Kishan saw that she was vulnerable and pushed his thumb further in. This took Megha by surprise, and she kept out of his grip. She turned back to look at him with surprise.
Megha: What are you doing, Kishan? Haven’t I told you that I couldn’t cheat on my husband? But you always keep pushing for more.
Kishan: I was only trying to please you, Meghaji. I understand that as a faithful wife, you can’t let me penetrate your pussy. But a woman’s virtue is not determined by her ass. There is no harm in having some foreplay with your butt. I saw how much you were enjoying it.
Megha: You don’t understand, Kishan. Wouldn’t my husband find out if you poke my ass?
Kishan: Trust me, Meghaji. Unmarried girls nowadays do anal sex all the time. They do it because their future husbands can never find out about that. They can only tell if a girl had vaginal sex or not by checking their hymen.
Megha wasn’t fully convinced. But Kishan was in no mood to stop. He could see that the fruit of his hard work was within reach. He pulled Megha back and mounted her ass. He knew once she started enjoying this foreplay, there was no going back.
Without waiting for Megha’s permission, he spread her ass apart and shoved his face in. He finger fucked her butthole while his tongue was busy tasting her pussy. This double strike was getting too much for Megha to handle, and she started squirming. Seeing Megha was in a trance, Kishan increased his pace.
Megha let out a gasp. This was Megha’s first time getting penetrated by Kishan. She was overwhelmed by his intensity. She was biting down hard on the pillow to avoid making any sound. Kishan could hear her whimpering sound as she neared her orgasm.
He was giving his best. He wanted to make this the best experience of her life. If she enjoys this, she will let him do this again. This intense fingering gave Megha her first experience of squirting. She looked back, embarrassed at Kishan, who was sweating from all the work.
He knew he had hit the jackpot. Now she will be begging for more. Over the next few days, Kishan slowly began inserting 2 fingers up her ass. It was difficult at first, but soon her ass warmed up to that. His target was to soften up her ass for the final day when he would stick his cock up her ass.
That day, he sneakily replaced his fingers with his dick without Megha noticing. He placed the mushroom head of his cock at the entrance of her ass hole and gave it a push. Megha’s ass had been trained by now, and it gladly swallowed his dick without much resistance.
Kishan couldn’t quite believe his luck. His dick had finally inside Megha, and she didn’t even know it. His dick was aching to push all the way, but he knew he had to be patient. He had to prevent Megha from seeing what was happening behind her back, so he placed one hand on her neck.
Now he gently thrust his cock even further inside her. He waited in that position for a few moments. He couldn’t help but savor that moment. There was a sense of achievement at being able to ass-fuck a rich lady and that too his mistress. In his quest to fuck her pussy, he managed to get inside her ass.
This was his dream come true. He tightened his grip on her neck as he started pulling out, but his dick didn’t want to leave the comfort of her ass. So instead of pulling out completely, he stayed inside and started giving short thrusts.
Megha: I love what you are doing with your fingers,
Kishan. Why haven’t you tried it before?
Kishan (panting): Well, if you like it so much, we can do it every day.
Megha whispering her approval to him made him even hornier. He gave the final few thrusts and pulled out. He couldn’t risk cumming inside her as that would alert her. He grabbed her waist and turned her over. Placing his dick above her pussy, he bent forward and started sucking on her nipple.
He was just about to cum when he pulled out. So after a few moments of grinding on her navel, he ejaculated. Even after the orgasm, he continued rubbing his limp dick on her belly.
Megha had never seen him so passionate. She could feel the warmth of his cum on her belly. She had never allowed him to cum on her body before. But today, he didn’t ask for her permission. “He must have been hornier today,” she thought.
She tried pulling her nipple out of his mouth, but she couldn’t push his face away. He sucked on her tits like a child who hadn’t been fed in days. Kishan wanted to have a complete love-making experience. He didn’t want to quit so soon.
But seeing Megha was getting restless, he finally got up and put on his clothes. He didn’t know how long he would be able to keep this secret. But no matter how long it would last, he would try to make the most of it. All this risk was worth it if he could get just one more opportunity to shove his dick inside her.
Over the next few days, Kishan realized that his plan was foolproof. As long as he could keep Megha from turning around by holding her neck, there was no way she was going to find out what he was putting inside her.
The time he had spent finger fucking her ass had helped him gain Megha’s trust. She was too busy enjoying herself instead of checking on him. But he also doubted that Megha secretly knew that her ass was getting fucked every day.
She would always be suspiciously calm while he was inside her ass. And not even once tried to turn around and check on him. Pretending to be unaware allowed her to enjoy all the pleasures while still maintaining the facade of a faithful wife.
Kishan sensed the dilemma she was in and decided to take advantage of the situation. He no longer tried to hide what he was up to. He stopped holding her neck and started giving long hard thrusts up her ass. He wanted to see how far she would take her act of innocence.
But Megha pretended not to notice anything. This gave him further confidence. He started grabbing her breasts from behind while ass fucking her. He wanted to give a clear signal that his fingers were not inside her.
But still, there was no reaction from Megha. So he took the final step that he had always dreamt of and started cumming inside her. Megha let him do that. After their daily session, she would avoid eye contact but pretended like she hadn’t noticed anything unusual.
Kishan was now free to grope her however he wanted. He had finally converted the faithful wife into his slut. But their daily routines weren’t going unnoticed. Someone else had found out about their secret, and things were about to get very spicy.
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Excellent story broAdithya seemed to respond, for he moaned in frustration at her as she lost control once, and then again, shaking as spasms went through her core.
She moved off of his face, even as he took a gasp of fresh air. However, before, he could speak, Shriya stuffed the cloth back into Adithya's mouth and bound the other cloth in place, "You'll speak when the queen accepts you into her audience," Shriya teased, even as he gave a grunt which sounded so comically affronted that she giggled and kissed his forehead, "I think I'm ready for you, darling." she cooed into his ear, feeling his whole body give a shudder.
The ring, which clung so tightly to him, took a moment to be removed, only for the queen to mount her secret consort's member, sliding down upon it with a loud moan of joy. So fortunate in this young man. No wonder Rudra had been so arrogant in his assumptions about her. If only he could know exactly what was happening. How he would go pale at the great mistake he had made, how he had been the fool all along. Now his kingdom would become divided between his daughters as was their right. He would have no choice, as they would stand on the law and wield it in their own hands. Shriya had met them on occasion and she had seen the looks of disgust and shame at their bullying brother's unwelcome behaviour with the servant girls at the table. They would know what to do if some accident ever came of him. Not that they would ever have imagined it was Shriya who had given them this chance.
Naturally, these thoughts faded quickly as Shriya gave her body over to the sensations she felt as she and Adithya moved together, crazed by desire for release. Nothing else mattered in the world to Shriya in that moment, even as she sobbed aloud while reaching yet another climax. She had not desired this so fiercely until she had passed her tenth year on the throne, when she had become more established in her authority as a responsible ruler. When she had found a calmness in her life, seeing her ventures flourish where possible, did she discover that she did not need to treat her own womanhood as though it were made of glass. What did it matter which man made use of her? Since then, she'd had several illegitimate children, whom she raised in her court, daring any nobles to question this decision. Yet she knew that some would attempt to take control of her kingdom and ignore her children's authority. Therefore, she would announce this prince as her child's father and by then it would be too late for Rudra to object. He and she would have been wedded, for Rudra would think he was winning her kingdom to be controlled, but she had other plans in mind. She would ensure that her new husband would know full well that she would be no meek wife, and would rule alongside him or above him if the occasion in bed should occur.
With a cry like a wild animal, Prince Adithya's seed spurted inside her, even as she gasped aloud in her reception of him. So exhausted was the queen that she slumped forward and lay on top of her captive prince.
"I shall pray to God," Shriya said as she caught her breath, "That we have our child, But then I shall have to give you up for a time, more's the pity." That admission of satisfaction in his performance seemed to add a new flush to his face. Perhaps she did not swell his pride too much, thought she. So, she then gave his head a condescending pat to remind him of his place. His response was not quite so defiant as it had been before, as she noted with a smile.
She carefully dismounted him and lay beside him for a time, feeling their warm bodies moving together in breath, smelling their combined scents together.
After a time had passed, she rang a bell. Four of her ladies-in-waiting came in. Upon seeing the prince lying exhausted and limp, still restrained and muzzled, they proceeded to give taunting smiles and at the captive, who flushed more than he had before at this demeaning attention to his nudity.
"Darlings, please escort my consort to his room. Give him the best room you can find, he's earned it."
As they untied the prince from the bed and led him off to his room, Shriya lay back and sighed to herself. It was going to be a thorough pleasure training her future husband on his new deference to her.
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3) srinidhi shetty
4) Priya bhavani Shankar
5) Andrea Jeremiah
6) Ravenna tendon
7) Laxmi rai
8) Reemasen
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10) ishwarya menon
11) Teju ashwini
12) Rani mukarjee
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14) shivani narayanan
15) Aathmika
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