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When she did I said, "Have a great day." Then, with her looking at me I dropped the towel and stepped through my door. I have no idea why. I just thought it would be funny.

She laughed. "Well, what a great way to start the day," she said.

She left, I got dressed and headed out to join my friends.

I arrived home around 10:30 the lights were off in the great room. I headed towards my room. As I did I noticed that dad's door was ½ open and the light was on. I figured he and Trisha were still up. I walked down the hall to say good night. As I did I heard moaning noises. I heard Trisha's voice.

"Oh god, fuck me. I love your cock. Give it to me. You make me so wet."

I realized they were fucking. I stopped in the hall and listened.

Then I heard my dad. "That's it. Fuck me. Give me that pussy. That feel good? Come on baby, soak my cock with your cunt."

Cunt? I'd never heard him talk that way. It was both disturbing and exciting. I quietly stepped closer to the open door. I looked in. They were on the bed. Dad was on his knees In front of Trisha. Her legs were up in the air and he was holding her legs up. I could see his ass rapidly pushing into and away from her. She grunted every time he pushed into her.

Trisha was grunting between thrusts. Between grunts she'd encourage dad.

"Fuck me. Fuck me harder. God I love fucking you. I love Rashmika, but it's really hard to fuck quietly when she's home. Oh god yes, that's it. Give me that cock. Yes, yes, yes!."

They slowed down, then Trisha said, "Guess what happened this morning?"

She told dad about this morning when I dropped my towel. When she did dad started pumping her again. She started telling dad what a great body I had. He started pounding her again.

"Oh my god yes, fuck me. You should have seen her. Fuck me harder. She has great tits. That's it give it to me. You would not believe, god yes, fuck me, fuck my cunt. Fuck me."

It was then that everything changed. All of a sudden she opened her eyes and looked right at me. I had no idea what to do. Run? Apologize? I knew there'd be hell to pay for watching.

After a second I realized they had not stopped fucking. She flashed me a big smile. She just kept fucking my dad. She grabbed at the headboard. Dad was still on his knees her legs straight up supported by his chest and shoulders.

Looking at me she went on. "Oh that's it, give me that cock. I could not believe what a perfect ass Rashmika had. Yes. Yes. Fuck me. That's it. Do you think Rashmika's ever been fucked? I wonder if his cock was as big as yours.

Dad was grunting. She kept, moaning all the while looking at me. Dad stiffened up.

"That's it baby. Cum in me. Fill my pussy with cum. Oh my god. I'm cumming."

She briefly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, dad was not moving. He kind of fell back on his heals, breathing hard. Trisha looked at me one more time then, blew me a kiss. Her hand moved to the side. Out of dad's site she waved her hand to shoo me away. I backed off and went to my room.

My head was spinning. I was so wet. I ripped my clothes off, lay down on the bed and jammed my fingers in my pussy. I came in about 1 minute. I laid there, naked,catching my breath.

Eventually I had to go use the bathroom. I threw on a long T. When I went into the hall their door was shut. I felt a pang of disappointment. I cleaned up and climbed back in bed. I was still horny. I stuck my fingers between my legs and got myself off again. Then I fell asleep.

I woke up that morning to the sound of them fucking again. I decided to go to outside and let them be. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt and headed out on the deck. Unfortunately, when I got on the deck, I could hear them better. It was obvious the sliding door was open.

I should have ignored it, but I couldn't. I walked to where I could look. When I looked I realized the curtains were open. I could clearly see them. Trisha was on her knees, her chest pressed against the bed. Dad was behind her pumping her with his cock. From this position I could see it slide in and out of her.

to be continued...

 

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When she did I said, "Have a great day." Then, with her looking at me I dropped the towel and stepped through my door. I have no idea why. I just thought it would be funny.

She laughed. "Well, what a great way to start the day," she said.

She left, I got dressed and headed out to join my friends.

I arrived home around 10:30 the lights were off in the great room. I headed towards my room. As I did I noticed that dad's door was ½ open and the light was on. I figured he and Trisha were still up. I walked down the hall to say good night. As I did I heard moaning noises. I heard Trisha's voice.

"Oh god, fuck me. I love your cock. Give it to me. You make me so wet."

I realized they were fucking. I stopped in the hall and listened.

Then I heard my dad. "That's it. Fuck me. Give me that pussy. That feel good? Come on baby, soak my cock with your cunt."

Cunt? I'd never heard him talk that way. It was both disturbing and exciting. I quietly stepped closer to the open door. I looked in. They were on the bed. Dad was on his knees In front of Trisha. Her legs were up in the air and he was holding her legs up. I could see his ass rapidly pushing into and away from her. She grunted every time he pushed into her.

Trisha was grunting between thrusts. Between grunts she'd encourage dad.

"Fuck me. Fuck me harder. God I love fucking you. I love Rashmika, but it's really hard to fuck quietly when she's home. Oh god yes, that's it. Give me that cock. Yes, yes, yes!."

They slowed down, then Trisha said, "Guess what happened this morning?"

She told dad about this morning when I dropped my towel. When she did dad started pumping her again. She started telling dad what a great body I had. He started pounding her again.

"Oh my god yes, fuck me. You should have seen her. Fuck me harder. She has great tits. That's it give it to me. You would not believe, god yes, fuck me, fuck my cunt. Fuck me."

It was then that everything changed. All of a sudden she opened her eyes and looked right at me. I had no idea what to do. Run? Apologize? I knew there'd be hell to pay for watching.

After a second I realized they had not stopped fucking. She flashed me a big smile. She just kept fucking my dad. She grabbed at the headboard. Dad was still on his knees her legs straight up supported by his chest and shoulders.

Looking at me she went on. "Oh that's it, give me that cock. I could not believe what a perfect ass Rashmika had. Yes. Yes. Fuck me. That's it. Do you think Rashmika's ever been fucked? I wonder if his cock was as big as yours.

Dad was grunting. She kept, moaning all the while looking at me. Dad stiffened up.

"That's it baby. Cum in me. Fill my pussy with cum. Oh my god. I'm cumming."

She briefly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, dad was not moving. He kind of fell back on his heals, breathing hard. Trisha looked at me one more time then, blew me a kiss. Her hand moved to the side. Out of dad's site she waved her hand to shoo me away. I backed off and went to my room.

My head was spinning. I was so wet. I ripped my clothes off, lay down on the bed and jammed my fingers in my pussy. I came in about 1 minute. I laid there, naked,catching my breath.

Eventually I had to go use the bathroom. I threw on a long T. When I went into the hall their door was shut. I felt a pang of disappointment. I cleaned up and climbed back in bed. I was still horny. I stuck my fingers between my legs and got myself off again. Then I fell asleep.

I woke up that morning to the sound of them fucking again. I decided to go to outside and let them be. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt and headed out on the deck. Unfortunately, when I got on the deck, I could hear them better. It was obvious the sliding door was open.

I should have ignored it, but I couldn't. I walked to where I could look. When I looked I realized the curtains were open. I could clearly see them. Trisha was on her knees, her chest pressed against the bed. Dad was behind her pumping her with his cock. From this position I could see it slide in and out of her.

to be continued...

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[farned2]

When she did I said, "Have a great day." Then, with her looking at me I dropped the towel and stepped through my door. I have no idea why. I just thought it would be funny.

She laughed. "Well, what a great way to start the day," she said.

She left, I got dressed and headed out to join my friends.

I arrived home around 10:30 the lights were off in the great room. I headed towards my room. As I did I noticed that dad's door was ½ open and the light was on. I figured he and Trisha were still up. I walked down the hall to say good night. As I did I heard moaning noises. I heard Trisha's voice.

"Oh god, fuck me. I love your cock. Give it to me. You make me so wet."

I realized they were fucking. I stopped in the hall and listened.

Then I heard my dad. "That's it. Fuck me. Give me that pussy. That feel good? Come on baby, soak my cock with your cunt."

Cunt? I'd never heard him talk that way. It was both disturbing and exciting. I quietly stepped closer to the open door. I looked in. They were on the bed. Dad was on his knees In front of Trisha. Her legs were up in the air and he was holding her legs up. I could see his ass rapidly pushing into and away from her. She grunted every time he pushed into her.

Trisha was grunting between thrusts. Between grunts she'd encourage dad.

"Fuck me. Fuck me harder. God I love fucking you. I love Rashmika, but it's really hard to fuck quietly when she's home. Oh god yes, that's it. Give me that cock. Yes, yes, yes!."

They slowed down, then Trisha said, "Guess what happened this morning?"

She told dad about this morning when I dropped my towel. When she did dad started pumping her again. She started telling dad what a great body I had. He started pounding her again.

"Oh my god yes, fuck me. You should have seen her. Fuck me harder. She has great tits. That's it give it to me. You would not believe, god yes, fuck me, fuck my cunt. Fuck me."

It was then that everything changed. All of a sudden she opened her eyes and looked right at me. I had no idea what to do. Run? Apologize? I knew there'd be hell to pay for watching.

After a second I realized they had not stopped fucking. She flashed me a big smile. She just kept fucking my dad. She grabbed at the headboard. Dad was still on his knees her legs straight up supported by his chest and shoulders.

Looking at me she went on. "Oh that's it, give me that cock. I could not believe what a perfect ass Rashmika had. Yes. Yes. Fuck me. That's it. Do you think Rashmika's ever been fucked? I wonder if his cock was as big as yours.

Dad was grunting. She kept, moaning all the while looking at me. Dad stiffened up.

"That's it baby. Cum in me. Fill my pussy with cum. Oh my god. I'm cumming."

She briefly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, dad was not moving. He kind of fell back on his heals, breathing hard. Trisha looked at me one more time then, blew me a kiss. Her hand moved to the side. Out of dad's site she waved her hand to shoo me away. I backed off and went to my room.

My head was spinning. I was so wet. I ripped my clothes off, lay down on the bed and jammed my fingers in my pussy. I came in about 1 minute. I laid there, naked,catching my breath.

Eventually I had to go use the bathroom. I threw on a long T. When I went into the hall their door was shut. I felt a pang of disappointment. I cleaned up and climbed back in bed. I was still horny. I stuck my fingers between my legs and got myself off again. Then I fell asleep.

I woke up that morning to the sound of them fucking again. I decided to go to outside and let them be. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt and headed out on the deck. Unfortunately, when I got on the deck, I could hear them better. It was obvious the sliding door was open.

I should have ignored it, but I couldn't. I walked to where I could look. When I looked I realized the curtains were open. I could clearly see them. Trisha was on her knees, her chest pressed against the bed. Dad was behind her pumping her with his cock. From this position I could see it slide in and out of her.

to be continued...

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[bakaroobanzai]

Anthony couldn't believe how good he felt inside her. Her pussy was unbelievably tight and warm, almost exquisite in how it cradled his throbbing cock.

"I'm going to move now," he said.

"Okay, sir," she exhaled.

He moved slowly at first, savoring the feeling of feeling her velvety cunt hugging his cock. As he began to pick up the pace, she writhed underneath him, her beautiful breasts bobbing up and down. Her eyes were closed, her expression one of ecstasy. He knew that she had surrendered to him, at least in that moment.

He hugged her thighs tightly as he began to thrust harder into her. Malavika cried out in pleasure, panting. She couldn't believe how big he felt inside her. Her fingers clenched on the wooden desk as he pounded into her, her body feeling pleasure despite her situation, her cunt juicing liberally against his thick member.

No, it's happening again! she thought. When he slides into me, I get so wet... I'm gonna come already...

Anthony grabbed her hands and pulled her closer so that he could achieve deeper penetration, his huge dick now nudging against her aching womb. "Fuck, that's tight," he moaned, feeling his balls tighten. His grunts became louder and louder as he felt his climax rushing towards him. "Look at me as I come inside you, Malavika."

She stared at him, her innocent eyes wide open, her expression still glazed over as she panted, a complete slave to the throbbing mass pounding inside her.

Meanwhile, Anthony's expression was nothing less than pure animal lust for the pretty young thing impaled on his dick. He could feel his orgasm racing towards him.

"Fuck yes," he groaned, thrusting into her pussy with abandon. "I'm coming so fucking hard."

Staring into her beautiful eyes, he pushed himself to the hilt inside her, letting out a loud grunt as he came. His cockshaft spasmed inside of her, his balls lurching as he unloaded ropes of his thick white cum deep inside of her tight cunt.

The warmth spreading across Malavika's insides triggered her own orgasm, and she began to come on his cock, writhing as her pussy convulsed against the thick mass inside of her.

"Oh my God," she whimpered, closing her eyes. "No no no... I'm coming..."

She moaned loudly as she sprayed her glistening cunt juice all over Anthony's dick and her thighs, throwing her head back as waves of pleasure arced through her aching core. Her pussy kept convulsing around his thick shaft, as if milking his cock, and her body twitched in pleasure as her orgasm continued to wash over her body.

As the pleasure faded, she felt a feeling of shame wash over her. Yet again, Anthony had used her body, and not only had her pussy lubricated itself in response, it had betrayed her in the worst way possible. Not only that, she'd taken two cocks within ten minutes, taking two separate hot loads of cum deep inside her pussy. She realized she could go no lower.

As Anthony slid his dick out of Malavika's pussy and lowered her legs to the ground, she let out a little moan. Her blond hair was disheveled, her expression one of shame.

"Fuck, I'm spent," Anthony said, sitting back on his office chair and returning to his emails. "You can leave now."

Malavika could barely look him in the eye as she stood up and cleaned off her pussy. As she retrieved her clothes lying on the floor, putting them on one by one, she felt utterly used.

THE-END

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[Manushyaputhiran]

Nivetha was reaching the highest sexual tension, and derived an ecstatic pleasure which she had never experienced in her life.

The old sweeper whispered in her ears, "Beti! I am going to open your salwar, please co-operate."

Saying this, he placed his one hand near the naval, and tried to search the knot of salwar. He found the knot, and within a second unfastened the knot. Then, he put his left side inside of the front and found the panty.

Nivetha could feel his fingers go above her panties, stroke her thigh and then, touched the crotch of her panties. Her body stiffened, but she did not say anything. The fingers then slipped under the elastic of her panty, and slid it slightly down. He put his left hand inside, and touched the silky small pubic hairs, his left hand further went below, and he found the pussy lips. He unfolded the pussy lips, and found the clitoris. Simultaneously, in his right hand, he was cupping the right boob of Nivetha, and rubbing the nipple with his two fingers.

Nivetha's pussy had fire inside, it was wet, and lava inside was about to burst. While doing all these action, the old sweeper was not forgetting to kiss the back of neck, and on the cheeks from the side. He had already started licking below the ears, and side of the cheeks with his hot tongue. His naked dick was throbbing against the naked upper portion of hips of Nivetha due to fall down of salwar, as the knot was unfastened from the front side.

After rubbing the pussy for sometimes, he put his index finger of left hand inside the pussy hole. he felt the velvet path, which was moist already. His finger was sliding down deeply very easily. He was putting his finger in and out in a slow manner continuously for sometimes. Nivetha felt the finger inside his pussy, her breathing got deeper, and now the dam got opened, and the situation was beyond her control, a stream of juice gushed out from inside.

She was holding her two hands on the bar of the Bus. Suddenly, keeping her balance in his right hand on the bar, her left hand pressurized the left hand of him violently till the last drop of juice was oozed out. He felt his palm full of sticky juice, he sniffed the smell of juice and licked all the juice till his palm became dry.

God was very kind to the old sweeper. Suddenly, the dim lit bulb in their side of the Bus got fused. There was a complete darkness in their side.

Without wasting anytime, he held the face of Nivetha, and turned it back side facing him, and started showering hot silent kisses on her face. His lips found the lips of Nivetha, and he started smooching.

With erotic sensation, Nivetha slightly parted her lips. Finding this, he put his tongue inside the mouth of Nivetha, and started sucking the tongue of Nivetha inside her mouth. In the process, Nivetha's mouth was full of his saliva as the old sweeper was virtually spitting inside the mouth of Nivetha. The taste of his saliva was so erotic that she gulped the mouthful of saliva and needed more from his mouth. She also started sucking the tongue of him with the hope that more saliva will be accumulated and she could gulp more.

In between, the old sweeper had bitten the soft lips of Nivetha several times .Due to ecstasy, Nivetha was unaware of the fact that her lips were cut and tiny drops of blood had come out. Her boobs were being violently squeezed by him. Both of their mouth was wet with saliva, and stream of saliva was dripping from their mouths to the Bus floor.

The old sweeper put his hand on her arms, and started to slide it down towards her hand. He grasped her hand, and slid it over towards his groin. He placed her warm, slightly damp hand on 7 inch hard cock. It felt like heaven. He wrapped her hand around his cock. In the mean while, the old man caught the hand of Nivetha, and placed it on his erected cock.

Nivetha felt the hardness of the cock, it was big and thick. She fondled the big cock, and stretched the fore skin in her fingers; she felt the velvet bulbous head of the dick. Nivetha caught the entire dick in her palm, and pulling the foreskin up and down.

The old sweeper whispered in her ears, "Beti, put some saliva of yours. it will be more slippery."

Hearing this Nivetha spat in her palm, and started pulling down and up of the foreskin. After getting a touch from such a soft hand with saliva in his cock, his cock grew harder, and it was a hard hot iron. Her hand felt molten lava, it was so hot. Nivetha felt that she had caught a hot iron, and her palm was getting burn.

Now, the old sweeper hissed in her ears, "Beti! I will fuck you now. Be in your previous position. I will fuck in your pussy from backside like a doggy. Please part your legs."

Nivetha was back to her previous position, and parted her legs wider. All of a sudden, she felt that her salwar along with her panty slid down forcibly, and he put his hand on her small rounded ass and started caressing. He put his hand on her ass cheek, rubbed her ass cheek. He took out his dick and rubbed against the butt of Nivetha and gripped her ass.

He also groped her boobs, and kissed her lips multiple times. He glided her left hand up to her left boob. He kept on rubbing it, and squeezed it and felt her nipple getting hard. He started pinching it, rolling it between her his thumb and middle finger. He was rubbing his cock against her tight ass.

Now, Nivetha pushed her pelvis against him, and felt that he was getting hard, she pressed her ass against her dick. She was arched, and massaging his dick with her hips. Now, his hands were cupping her two boobs, pressing them. The grip got firmer and firmer, the hands were pulling her nipples and making them erect. Next thing, she knew, his hands have reached between her thighs and are finding a way in her ass crack. She could feel his dick popping up and down inside of her ass crack.

Now she became nervous as she was a virgin, and she did not want her virgin pussy to be invaded by a stranger, for so many years she had preserved her pussy for Vijay Bhaiya. She knew that the person is completely drunk, and he would not leave her without inserting his cock in to her pussy. She was thinking all these aspects. The old Sweeper was rubbing his cock against her tight ass now.

He slid his hand back down to her ass. He was leaking pre cum all over there. He slid his fingers down to her pussy, and felt pussy lips. She was wet there. He rubbed her soaked pussy a little longer, slid his cock against her ass crack. He reached down to adjust his cock, and just pushed it through.

All of a sudden, Nivetha felt that he jabbed his big cock inside the ass crack. The cock entered just above the pussy hole and down the ass hole.

An idea came to her mind, immediately, she squeezed her both ass cheeks and cried in a very low tone, "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh."

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[Manushyaputhiran]

The next couple of days were crazy as I learned my mother is also a nymphomaniac. We fucked in a secluded spot during my private tour, we fucked in a washroom at Market, she swallowed my load during a long taxi ride and I filled all three of her holes back at the hotel.

My dick was actually exhausted and in need of a rest when Mom left for the airport after three days of sucking and fucking.

As she left, she said, "You better get a job back home, Master, because you already have a summer job at home that you need to deal with."

I laughed, "What about Malavika?"

"You're the Master," she shrugged.

"True enough," I nodded, giving her a very non son-mother kiss, having just shot a load in her cunt a few minutes earlier.

.....

Thankfully, I had two weeks to recover before Rashmika was coming with her Mom to visit me, although I wasn't sure that I would be able to actually, finally sleep with Rashmika. Our texts had gotten very vivid, and there was doubt she was submissive or not, with her mother coming too, I wasn't sure how I would get her alone.

To my surprise yet again, things turned out a lot different than I expected, but that is an entirely different story.

THE END


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[Krishan202]

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"America! Here I come!" I shouted and jumped in the air. I couldn't contain my excitement and the smile on my face was threatening to become permanent. After two years of slogging away at small and medium projects, my name had finally been selected to be part of a larger one. It required traveling to a different continent but I was still single and had no real attachments, besides immediate family, and the call to adventure was screaming inside me.

Later that day, with the excitement still coursing through my veins, I was called in for a meeting to get acquainted with the rest of the team. We would be together for 6 weeks and it was important that we all got along. My friend Amit was there and he smiled when he saw me enter. He had a year of seniority over me but he had always looked out for me. I suspected he had a hand in getting me this opportunity.

The rest of the team was comprised of two project managers, a delivery manager, and of course, a team lead. I recognized them all and immediately and realized I was the only woman in the group. They were all in their thirties and married and some small part of me was disappointed. Secretly I had hoped that maybe being so far from home, with a single guy my own age, maybe there could have been some flirting. I had a boyfriend but I was always open to meeting new people and making new friends.

Our first meeting lasted an hour. When the team lead told us we would be going to Omaha my face sank. What exactly was an Omaha? I Googled it and found out that it was a small town in central USA. Looking at the map on my screen I knew I was going to be bored out of my mind when not working on the project.

We had several meetings over the next few days to discuss various topics about our project and what would be required. A big issue would be food. There were no Indian restaurants near where we would be staying and only one small store that had anything catering to our diet. American food would be a treat in the beginning but we were sure we would soon tire of it. The local Wal-Mart had a few things but we knew we couldn't just live on Basmati rice for our trip.

We had no idea what would be available there so we decided to take as much as we could in order to not be without. Even our utensils were a question none of us could answer so we made a list of those as well. Bringing food was going to be an issue as America's import rules were very strict but the team lead promised to look into it for us. There was so much planning going on and so many things to consider that we joked even a NASA shuttle launch couldn't have been this difficult.

Our business visa's came in about two weeks before we were scheduled to leave and the excitement level rose again. With the time lapses between events we all felt like we were on a roller coaster ride. One of the funny guys on the team had taken to calling our departure date D-Day, and it had stuck. When it finally arrived I said good bye to my family and boyfriend, and made my way to the airport by taxi.

Omaha was a small city with only about 500,000 people, but was delightfully pretty in the section we landed. We imagined like everywhere else, things got a little worse the further from the city center you went. Our office was on the outskirts and we wondered what we were in for.

We had booked a hotel as close to work as possible but for some reason the available rooms were limited. We ended up settling for two next to each other and had to deal with the sleeping arrangement issues. One room had two queen size beds, but the other only had a king. With six of us in the group and me the only woman, the guys decided that four would share the beds in one room with Amit on the floor, and I would get the other to myself. There was no way a married man was sleeping in the same room with me. Amit protested but the other four didn't want to spend extra on another room. He ended up calling down to the front desk and had them bring up a roll-away bed. I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

Morning routines were difficult to say the least. I ended up having to set my alarm earlier in order to have the time I needed to get ready. With the five of them having to use just one bathroom there was always a knock on my door with at least one of them asking to use mine.

A long time back when I was just starting to grow breasts and hips, I had discovered a line of clothing called Victoria's Secret. Everything fit so well but was so tiny. Today though, after a marvelous growth spurt, I had filled out remarkably. I had no intention of letting anyone accidentally walk in on me in tight little undergarments that could barely contain me. Even now, standing in front of the mirror, I marveled at how curvy I had become. There wasn't much fat anywhere but I could fill out my jeans well enough to turn heads in the street.

Amit was the only person in the group even close to my age. He was more modern in his thinking than the rest of the group and was open to ideas and more accepting of things. The others were more regimented and it felt like they had walked straight out of a 1980's government office. When conversation drifted away from work I tended to zone out and not pay attention. I was a very open person and enjoyed new experiences but their view on those things didn't interest me.

Besides the ride to work each day the four of them barely left their room. They would go out to get prices of groceries, then come back, convert the total to Rupees so they could understand the rates, then we would have a group meeting and decide whether it was worth it to buy or not. The whole thing drove me nuts. We needed to eat, these were the prices, just buy the food!

I was usually voted down when I offered my opinion on what to get. Dal Rice, Spinach Dal Rice, tamarind Rice, Lemon Rice, and Curd Rice were our daily staples and I was quickly craving a change. The cafeteria at the office had tried to accommodate us but did a poor job so we skipped it unless we were desperate. There were restaurants around but the closest was a Taco Bell and it was a half kilometer away. I had some money but the budget for food was controlled by the four tightwads sleeping in the other room. Amit went along with them but I could tell by his distant looks at meal time that he was craving something different as well. Silently I raged that he went along with them. All of them made five times my salary and they controlled every penny trying to save as much as they could. It was ridiculous.

By the third week I was bored out of my mind. The men typically talked in the other room and I was left alone in mine. Amit came by once in a while and he liked me well enough, but in this small group he didn't want to take chances that anything would look bad. The last thing he needed was for people to think there was something going on between us.

One Saturday morning I asked Amit if we could go into the city. When he discussed it with the others they refused and even went as far to make jokes about me wandering a big city all alone. When I stood my ground and said I was going, Amit decided that someone should be with me and came along. Honestly, the four back at the hotel hadn't missed much.

Omaha had a small zoo, a beautiful botanical garden, and a massive cathedral. There were other things to see as well but it was far from the glamour of the larger cities I had seen on television. New York, Las Vegas, Chicago all made Omaha look small by comparison.

On one day Amit admitted to me that the constant talk of mundane topics was driving him crazy. I wanted to tell him to come back to my room but knew that if he did, it would start the others talking which would definitely lead to bad things. I admitted that I was going crazy as well and looked forward to our walks through the city. Back in my room I was bored to tears and usually prayed for God to end my misery.

On our last day we had a small dinner as a way to say thank you for a job well done at a quiet little Italian restaurant. The food was tasty and we regretted not trying it sooner.

After the boys had settled up the bill we made our way back to the hotel to finish packing. Amit came into the room and informed me that they were all heading out to pick up souvenirs for people back home and that I wasn't invited. I thought it odd because we had done that very same thing two days earlier and questioned him on it. When pressed, he finally admitted that they wanted to go to a strip club, and he begged me not to let on that I knew. He casually mentioned that his review of my performance on the trip would be a little more favorable if I kept quiet. I knew it was blackmail but I agreed anyway. I wondered why the four cowards in the other room had decided that Amit would be the one to tell me to stay at the hotel. Then I figured that our walks in the city had started rumors despite us trying hard to make sure they didn't.

After the cowards left with Amit I had no idea what to do with myself. The 'gentlemen' as they referred to themselves, had packed everything up so I couldn't even cook myself something. Fortunately I had eaten an hour before and wasn't really hungry anyway.

Locking my room I wandered down to the hotel bar and looked around. Not having any idea where I should sit I chose a spot at the bar. The tall stools we comfortable but they were so high that my feet couldn't reach the ground. After a moment the bartender looked up from the flirting she was doing and slid over to take my order.

"What can I get for you, sweetie," she asked.

"Something non-alcoholic," I replied.

"You want a coke? Cocktail? Or how about a smoothie? I make a mean strawberry and banana smoothie," she replied with a wink and a grin.

I had no idea what any of those things were and for all I knew she could have been speaking Greek. A look of understanding crossed her face and she handed me a drink menu to look over while she went to take care of new customers who had walked in.

"You should try a Long Island Iced Tea," a loud voice said beside me.

I hadn't heard anyone come over and when I turned there was a huge man next to me. His dark black skin contrasted his white linen shirt and the muscles underneath rippled with the slightest movement. He looked to be in his early thirties and was quite a bit taller than me. Even seated beside me I had to look up in order to talk to him.

"I'm Ricky," he said extending his huge hand.

I was startled for a second when I realized he meant to stay and talk. He was an imposing man and looked dangerous, but sounded jovial at the same time.

"I'm Anupama," I said taking his hand and shaking it.

He was surprisingly gentle for someone so large and I marveled that my hand came back in one piece.

"Are you alone?" he asked.

A million thoughts flashed through my mind and I panicked. He must have seen the frightened look on my face because he smiled and leaned back a little as if to give me more personal space. Calming myself I tried to relax my face and looked him in the eyes.

"For the moment. My friends are upstairs getting ready and will join me in a bit," I replied.

"I see. I'm staying here as well," he replied but paused before saying more.

The bartender had returned and smiled waiting to see if I had made up my mind about a drink.

"Scotch on the rocks for me, and the lady would like a Long Island Iced Tea," he said to her.

"You ok with that, sweetie?" she asked giving me a strange look.

I hadn't read the menu yet with Ricky distracting me, and I had no idea what the drink was. I figured it was a tea though so it couldn't be that bad. I just nodded.

A minute later she was back with our drinks. Ricky paid for both and raised his glass. With a loud 'cheers!' he tipped his glass and drank heavily. I took a long sip of mine and although tasty, it had a bitter aftertaste that I didn't recognize.

With Ricky making small talk I sipped more from my drink. The bitter aftertaste never went away. When he started asking where I was from I interrupted him.

"There's something wrong with this drink," I said. "It is a tad bitter."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, your drink has alcohol in it. It was my idea of a practical joke," he said raising his hands in mock self defense at the look on my face.

I was angry. I could feel myself getting redder by the second. Judging by his reaction to the look on my face he knew it too.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes my jokes are in poor taste. I should have stopped to consider your religious beliefs," he said.

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"Nothing to do with religion," I replied angrily. "But you're lucky you would have worn this drink."

An almost imperceptible smile played across his face for a second and if I hadn't been watching I would have missed it.

"I am sorry. Let me make up for my bad joke by buying you dinner," He said.

I realized I was just as much at fault for agreeing to get a drink I knew nothing about and my anger cooled a little. He may have been playing a joke but if I had looked at the menu I would have known better.

The guys weren't really here and I had no other company so I figured dinner with conversation, other than how to save a few rupees, would be pleasant. With the bar and restaurant being in the hotel there was no chance of me getting caught.

He let the bartender know we were going to eat and we picked up our drinks to find a table. I made sure to choose one out in the open and near others just in case.

"What would you like?" He asked.

"I really don't know what any of these are," I said looking at the menu.

"Now that I've been made aware that your religious beliefs are not an issue, may I order for you?" he asked with a smirk.

I gave him a dirty look but nodded. He thought he was being funny and I wanted to make sure he knew it was noticed and not really appreciated.

When the waitress came over he ordered a basket of chicken wings for us to share and a chicken quesadilla for me. When he ordered a steak for himself I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

We talked long after our meal was finished and I found myself giggling and laughing at some of the silliest things he would say. I wasn't sure if he was really funny or if the three additional Long Island Iced Teas were responsible. Being a little dizzy I thought it might be the drinks.

Eventually I found myself opening up. We had talked of college days and cultural differences and we were currently on what we did now for a living. I explained my job and that I was at the end of a six week business trip, and that the guys I was working with were out at a 'strip club' having sex.

"Here in America there is a difference. If they went to a strip club then they are only getting to look. They can have women dance close to them but they are not allowed to touch. In some states people operate brothels. Those are the ones where you can go to have sex," he explained.

Looking back I realize that it was this exact moment in the conversation that opened the door to what was to come that evening. My lack of knowledge of western expressions got me into a little more trouble than I had been hoping for. Or maybe it was exactly what I was looking for.

The conversation took a sexual turn at this point and he didn't even try to be subtle. He asked if I had a boyfriend and I explained that I did, but we had never done anything. There had been my landlord a few years earlier but it wasn't something I wanted to get into here and now with him.

Turning the tables on him I asked him how sexually active he was and his reply shocked me.

"Numerous one night stands," he said. "I do a lot of traveling for work."

He wasn't a very good looking man and I doubted he was telling the truth. Most guys liked to brag about encounters that never happened, or they liked to increase their counts to make up for their inability to score.

"Once you go black. . ." he said with a wink.

I looked at him waiting for him to finish the sentence and he stared at me in disbelief.

"You've never heard that before?" he asked incredulously.

"Heard what?" I asked.

"Once you go black, you never go back," he replied. "You've seriously never heard that saying before?"

"No. Why wouldn't they go back?" I asked.

He seemed to be getting a cocky attitude at this point and I was pretty sure the drinks he had had were responsible. At least I hoped it was. We were having fun up to now and I didn't want that to change.

"Well, as the saying implies, black men have been naturally endowed with massive cocks that little women such as yourself cannot resist," he replied.

"Oh really? Is yours big then?" I asked in a giggle without even pausing to consider my words.

A sly smile stole across his face and he leaned back in his chair.

"You want to take a look?" he asked teasingly.

"What? Here?" I asked in a shocked tone that was a little louder than I had planned.

"Here or up in your room. I'm not shy," he replied.

"But my friends. . ." I started but he cut me off.

"Nobody who goes to a strip joint comes home early, especially on their last night in town. You'll have hours to check and make sure I'm not lying," he said.

I understood immediately. The alcohol must have slowed me down before but there was no missing it now. He wanted me. More to the point, he wanted to fuck me. For a moment I didn't know what to say but in the end alcohol fueled curiosity won out.

"Why not," I said.

He waved over to our waitress while I sat there thinking. My landlord had seven inches down there and it had spread me pretty wide. I couldn't be sure if this guy was telling the truth but I wanted to find out. My pussy was tingling at the idea of a bigger cock inside me.

After he paid the bill we headed up to my room. I wasn't worried about the guys coming back form the strip club anytime soon, and the rest of the guests at the hotel were not even an issue. I wouldn't see any of them again after tomorrow.

As we entered my room everything suddenly felt hot. I wasn't sure if I had forgotten to turn on the air conditioning or if the alcohol had taken over. He seemed to feel it as well as he led me over to the little balcony I had spent many an evening on by myself.

He was huge. I guessed he was about six foot six with broad shoulders and muscles that strained against his clothing. Looking him over I thought he seemed to be fleshy in all the right areas. I was only five foot two and to anyone who cared to look I must have seemed petite next to him.

Leaning down he kissed me. Thick lips pressed against mine and slowly he let his tongue explore. Sucking on it made him slip his hands to my ass and lift me against him. My heart pounded in my chest and I was sure he could feel it with my breasts pressed so hard against him. Wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, my pussy pressed right against his cock. I could feel it growing as he slipped one hand under my skirt and played along the wetness gathering in my panties.

His other hand went to his zipper and I heard it go all the way down. Pulling out his cock he rubbed where his other hand had been and I moaned. I could feel the size of his thick head rubbing against me and a feeling of fear and excitement ran the length of my spine.

He tugged my panties aside hurting me in the process. They were tight and the fabric pulled my pussy as it moved. I was thinking this guy is really rough when again without warning he put his cock against my tiny hole and plunged his huge, thick cock inside me.

to be continued....

 

[Panniruvelkhai]

Awesome Bro,,, Waiting for the More of Mansion House !!
Thanks for ANUPAMA!!!!!

 

[mahesh54741607]

Mansion House update please