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Kush was pulling his car into his driveway when he saw his next door neighbor, Sonam Kapoor, opening the trunk of her own car as it was parked in the driveway. Kush could see the grocery bags in the trunk, and he wasn't going to let his visibly-pregnant neighbor unload those bags by herself. He quickly pulled his car into the driveway, slipped it into "park," then got out and hailed Sonam just as she was bending over to pick up the first bag. The loose sun dress she was wearing hid her pregnancy well, but he still knew she was pregnant and that was that.
He and Sonam Kapoor -- and her useless "fiance" -- had been neighbors for a little more than a year. She had moved into the house next door when she had gotten engaged, and they became fast friends despite the fact that he abhorred the guy living with her, and she knew it. Kush and Sonam were about the same age, both being in their late '20s, and they had a lot in common. One of the things that helped their friendship develop so fast was when they discovered that Kush had been stationed close to her hometown in England when he was in the Air Force, and the more they talked the more they both thought that it was entirely possible that they had seen each other before she moved in next door but just never knew it Kush, on the other hand, was fascinated with her English accent; he had always thought women with an English accent were sexy as hell, and Sonam was no different.
But it wasn't only her accent that made her sexy to Kush. Sonam Kapoor was tall, about 5'9", with blue eyes and long black hair that she kept bleached blond and worn in a "pageboy" style, a lean face with an angled nose and lips that were just perfect for her face -- not too fat and not too skinny. She was lithe and lean, with a firm, flat stomach -- at least before she got pregnant - and the longest set of legs that tapered up into the sexiest, roundest, and firmest butt Kush had ever seen. He was basically a "boob" man, his tastes in women tending to run towards those who couldn't see their feet because of the size of their boobs. If he'd had to guess Kush would have guessed that Sonam Kapoor was a large "C" cup before she got pregnant, but once her hormones kicked in the size of her breasts increased dramatically. To Kush she now appeared to be a full "D" cup, maybe a bit larger, but what impressed him the most was while the size of her breasts had greatly increased the shape of them didn't. They were round and firm to begin with, and they still were -- just bigger, much bigger, with no signs of the sagging that usually comes with the increased size due to pregnancy. But there was just something about the sight of the firm, rounded globes of her ass flexing when she walked that just pushed his button, and he was okay with that.
"Hang on, Sonam !" he called as he jogged around the back of his car and over to where she stood in her driveway. She straightened up and smiled as he approached, obviously relieved at what was about to happen.
"Hi, Kush!" she said as he stopped in front of her. "You don't have to bother with this, you know, I'm not so far along that I can't do this myself," she said, the English lilt in her voice immediately striking him as it always did -- right in the groin. He smiled back at her as he replied.
Yes, I do, and how far along you are doesn't matter. There's no way I'm going to let a pregnant lady do anything like this as long as I'm around to help," he said. He turned and gathered the plastic shopping bags out of the trunk. There were only 4 of them, but that didn't matter. Sonam had been shopping for just herself ever since her useless "fiance" had skipped out on her after learning she was pregnant. Kush had always thought that the only reason the punk was with her was because her family was wealthy and he smelled money. This was proven when he skipped out on her when she told him she was pregnant
with his child. That was a little more than seven months ago, so by now her "baby belly" was easily visible.
"Thank you so much, Kush, you are a real gentleman!" she said, smiling at him and closing the trunk of her car. She walked up towards the house with Kush following her, grocery bags in hand. She unlocked the door of the house and went inside, Kush following her and heading to the kitchen to drop the bags on the counter. He'd been in her house many times since her fiance had left her, so he knew his way around. He'd been the attentive ear that Sonam had needed on more than one occasion, Sonam opening up to him more and more each time they talked, until after nearly 7 months they had become quite close.
Glad to be able to help," he replied, turning to face her and returning her smile. "Is there anything else you need me to do for you while I'm here? Anything else you need help with? You know I'd do anything for you, all you have to do is ask," he said, immediately realizing that his next-to-last sentence had a double meaning which was totally unintended but completely accurate.
"I know, Kush, you're such a dear man!" she replied, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him. "And you've become quite the good friend, also, and I am very appreciative and grateful for that."
"The same goes for me, Sonam ," Kush replied, smiling back at her.
"So you can't leave without at least letting me get you a drink, can you?" she said.
"I suppose not," Kush replied.
"Good! Now what would you like?" Sonam asked, turning to the refrigerator and opening it, then turning to look at him over her shoulder. "Would a nice cold pint be okay?" Even after all this time in America, she still called a beer a "pint" as they did in England, and Kush found it both amusing and sexy as hell.
"That would be fine, thanks," he replied. Sonam Kapoor reached into the refrigerator and retrieved a beer, then closed the refrigerator door and turned to hand him his beer.
"There you are, sir," she said, still smiling at him. "Now you go have a seat on the couch and relax whilst I put these groceries away, and I'll join you shortly!"
"Do you need my help?" he asked, and Sonam shook her head.
"No, I'm fine. Nothing here is very heavy so I think I can manage it," she replied. "If not, I'll let you know!"
"Fair enough," he said, then turned and walked into the living room to the couch. He sat down and cracked open the can of beer in his hand, took a long swallow and then sat back. The floor plan of the house was fairly open, so he had a clear view into the kitchen from where he sat. He watched Sonam putting the groceries away, and while the loose skirt of the sundress hid her butt from his view the top did nothing to hide the mounds of her heavy breasts. He could tell by the way they moved that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he didn't recall seeing any bra straps when they were outside. Not for the first time Kush realized just how beautiful and sexy his neighbor was, and he felt a stirring inside his shorts. The fact that she was visibly-pregnant only added to the attraction, and Kush found this both puzzling and interesting at the same time.
It only took Sonam a few minutes to put the groceries away, and when she was done she got a beer for herself out of the refrigerator, then came over to sit on the couch with him.
"There, all done!" she said, opening the beer and taking a drink before speaking again. "I must say I never could understand how you Americans could drink your beer cold, but I must admit that once you get used to it the beer actually tastes better when its cold!"
And I could never understand how you Brits could tolerate room-temperature beer," Kush replied, thinking back to his years in England. "I actually tried it shortly after I arrived 'in country,' and I just couldn't handle it."
"I guess it's an acquired taste if you're not raised with it" she said in reply, "much like cold beer is an acquired taste if you're not raised with that as well."
"I guess so," Kush said, taking another drink as Sonam did the same. She held the beer in both hands in her lap and looked down at it for a moment before lifting her head up to speak. Kush could feel the mood in the room change, and the look on her face when she looked up at him verified his feeling.
"Kush, you've been such a good friend to me over the past seven months or so, and I simply don't know what I would ever have done without you," she said, the look in her eyes serious and somber. "When my fiance ran out on me I was lost and felt so all alone, and suddenly there you were like a knight in shining armor come to rescue me," she said, smiling at him. "And you did just that, you know. You rescued me. You are quite possibly the best friend I've ever had, and I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you."
Don't worry about that, because you don't have to repay me," Kush replied, sitting forward and leaning his forearms on his knees, holding his can of beer in both hands. "I didn't do anything to be rewarded for it; I did it because it was the right thing to do, and because I like you." Sonam smile broadened as Kush continued.
"You know, I never liked him from the start," Kush said, intentionally not mentioning her fiance's name; they had both agreed a long time ago never to speak his name in her house again, and Kush intended on keeping that agreement. "What he did, running out on you like that, was inexcusable no matter where you were raised, and if I ever see the little shit again I'm gonna totally ruin his day for him!" Sonam kapoor giggled at this, putting her hand on his knee as she spoke.
"Thank you, my dear man, I truly appreciate that!" she said, reaching over and giving his knee a brief squeeze. She sat back in her chair and sighed, her pregnant belly pushing up in front of her. Her legs involuntarily spread apart a bit, and Kush got a glimpse of smooth, silky inner thigh before the folds of her sundress fell down and obscured his view. Sonam rubbed her free hand over the mound of her belly and smiled, looking down at her belly as she continued to speak.
"You know, being pregnant has been a wonderful and thrilling experience, although I will admit that it has its drawbacks. Moving around is getting more difficult the further along I get, and I truly miss being able to sleep on my stomach! But I think the thing I miss the most is feeling sexy, or at least knowing that the men around me think I'm sexy. That sounds terribly self-centered and selfish, I know, but I can't help it. That's how I feel, and I'll be glad when I'm not pregnant anymore and can feel that way again."
"What makes you think you're not sexy now, Sonam ?" Kush asked. Sonam giggled a bit before she replied.
"With this big belly?" she said, pointing at her stomach. "Are you serious, Kush? What man in his right mind would find me the least bit attractive, much less sexy?" she asked.
I would," Kush replied, and as soon as he said it he realized he had responded a bit too quickly. Sonam 's eyebrows went up in surprise, and her smile softened as she replied.
"You would? What a sweet thing to say!" she said, looking him in the eyes as she spoke. She rubbed her belly slowly as she continued. "Do you really think I'm sexy like this? All pregnant and belly sticking out, I mean?" she asked, her voice softening just a bit. Kush glanced down at the now-empty can in his hand before he looked up at her and replied
Yes, Sonam , I do," he said, figuring now was the time to be honest with her. "I've always thought you were attractive and sexy as hell, and I think you're even sexier now. I don't know why, but I just do."
"Thank you so much, Kush, you have no idea just how much that means to me," Sonam said, the look in her eyes changing to something else, something more sultry and -- well, seductive. "For the record, I've always thought you were extremely sexy yourself. I was always afraid that my ex would catch me sneaking looks at you; that would have really set him off!"
Kush didn't know what else to say, so he just looked at her for a moment before taking a drink out of the beer can he still held in his hands. He could feel his heart rate going up, and he hoped he was right with where this conversation seemed to be headed. Sonam 's next words removed all doubt about that.
"You know what else I really miss, being pregnant and all?" she asked, sitting up and placing her beer can on the side table next to the chair, then leaning forward as much as she could, spreading her legs out to let her belly hang free as she rested her elbows on her knees to brace herself. "I haven't had a good shagging in seven months," she said, looking at Kush with hooded eyes. The look of lust in her eyes was clearly visible, and Kush felt a stirring in his crotch as he realized his dreams were about to come true. "And if that doesn't change very quickly I'm afraid I'll just go mad! So let me get right to the point, Kusher my dear -- would you please fuck me?"
Kush was pulling his car into his driveway when he saw his next door neighbor, Sonam Kapoor, opening the trunk of her own car as it was parked in the driveway. Kush could see the grocery bags in the trunk, and he wasn't going to let his visibly-pregnant neighbor unload those bags by herself. He quickly pulled his car into the driveway, slipped it into "park," then got out and hailed Sonam just as she was bending over to pick up the first bag. The loose sun dress she was wearing hid her pregnancy well, but he still knew she was pregnant and that was that.
He and Sonam Kapoor -- and her useless "fiance" -- had been neighbors for a little more than a year. She had moved into the house next door when she had gotten engaged, and they became fast friends despite the fact that he abhorred the guy living with her, and she knew it. Kush and Sonam were about the same age, both being in their late '20s, and they had a lot in common. One of the things that helped their friendship develop so fast was when they discovered that Kush had been stationed close to her hometown in England when he was in the Air Force, and the more they talked the more they both thought that it was entirely possible that they had seen each other before she moved in next door but just never knew it Kush, on the other hand, was fascinated with her English accent; he had always thought women with an English accent were sexy as hell, and Sonam was no different.
But it wasn't only her accent that made her sexy to Kush. Sonam Kapoor was tall, about 5'9", with blue eyes and long black hair that she kept bleached blond and worn in a "pageboy" style, a lean face with an angled nose and lips that were just perfect for her face -- not too fat and not too skinny. She was lithe and lean, with a firm, flat stomach -- at least before she got pregnant - and the longest set of legs that tapered up into the sexiest, roundest, and firmest butt Kush had ever seen. He was basically a "boob" man, his tastes in women tending to run towards those who couldn't see their feet because of the size of their boobs. If he'd had to guess Kush would have guessed that Sonam Kapoor was a large "C" cup before she got pregnant, but once her hormones kicked in the size of her breasts increased dramatically. To Kush she now appeared to be a full "D" cup, maybe a bit larger, but what impressed him the most was while the size of her breasts had greatly increased the shape of them didn't. They were round and firm to begin with, and they still were -- just bigger, much bigger, with no signs of the sagging that usually comes with the increased size due to pregnancy. But there was just something about the sight of the firm, rounded globes of her ass flexing when she walked that just pushed his button, and he was okay with that.
"Hang on, Sonam !" he called as he jogged around the back of his car and over to where she stood in her driveway. She straightened up and smiled as he approached, obviously relieved at what was about to happen.
"Hi, Kush!" she said as he stopped in front of her. "You don't have to bother with this, you know, I'm not so far along that I can't do this myself," she said, the English lilt in her voice immediately striking him as it always did -- right in the groin. He smiled back at her as he replied.
Yes, I do, and how far along you are doesn't matter. There's no way I'm going to let a pregnant lady do anything like this as long as I'm around to help," he said. He turned and gathered the plastic shopping bags out of the trunk. There were only 4 of them, but that didn't matter. Sonam had been shopping for just herself ever since her useless "fiance" had skipped out on her after learning she was pregnant. Kush had always thought that the only reason the punk was with her was because her family was wealthy and he smelled money. This was proven when he skipped out on her when she told him she was pregnant
with his child. That was a little more than seven months ago, so by now her "baby belly" was easily visible.
"Thank you so much, Kush, you are a real gentleman!" she said, smiling at him and closing the trunk of her car. She walked up towards the house with Kush following her, grocery bags in hand. She unlocked the door of the house and went inside, Kush following her and heading to the kitchen to drop the bags on the counter. He'd been in her house many times since her fiance had left her, so he knew his way around. He'd been the attentive ear that Sonam had needed on more than one occasion, Sonam opening up to him more and more each time they talked, until after nearly 7 months they had become quite close.
Glad to be able to help," he replied, turning to face her and returning her smile. "Is there anything else you need me to do for you while I'm here? Anything else you need help with? You know I'd do anything for you, all you have to do is ask," he said, immediately realizing that his next-to-last sentence had a double meaning which was totally unintended but completely accurate.
"I know, Kush, you're such a dear man!" she replied, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him. "And you've become quite the good friend, also, and I am very appreciative and grateful for that."
"The same goes for me, Sonam ," Kush replied, smiling back at her.
"So you can't leave without at least letting me get you a drink, can you?" she said.
"I suppose not," Kush replied.
"Good! Now what would you like?" Sonam asked, turning to the refrigerator and opening it, then turning to look at him over her shoulder. "Would a nice cold pint be okay?" Even after all this time in America, she still called a beer a "pint" as they did in England, and Kush found it both amusing and sexy as hell.
"That would be fine, thanks," he replied. Sonam Kapoor reached into the refrigerator and retrieved a beer, then closed the refrigerator door and turned to hand him his beer.
"There you are, sir," she said, still smiling at him. "Now you go have a seat on the couch and relax whilst I put these groceries away, and I'll join you shortly!"
"Do you need my help?" he asked, and Sonam shook her head.
"No, I'm fine. Nothing here is very heavy so I think I can manage it," she replied. "If not, I'll let you know!"
"Fair enough," he said, then turned and walked into the living room to the couch. He sat down and cracked open the can of beer in his hand, took a long swallow and then sat back. The floor plan of the house was fairly open, so he had a clear view into the kitchen from where he sat. He watched Sonam putting the groceries away, and while the loose skirt of the sundress hid her butt from his view the top did nothing to hide the mounds of her heavy breasts. He could tell by the way they moved that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he didn't recall seeing any bra straps when they were outside. Not for the first time Kush realized just how beautiful and sexy his neighbor was, and he felt a stirring inside his shorts. The fact that she was visibly-pregnant only added to the attraction, and Kush found this both puzzling and interesting at the same time.
It only took Sonam a few minutes to put the groceries away, and when she was done she got a beer for herself out of the refrigerator, then came over to sit on the couch with him.
"There, all done!" she said, opening the beer and taking a drink before speaking again. "I must say I never could understand how you Americans could drink your beer cold, but I must admit that once you get used to it the beer actually tastes better when its cold!"
And I could never understand how you Brits could tolerate room-temperature beer," Kush replied, thinking back to his years in England. "I actually tried it shortly after I arrived 'in country,' and I just couldn't handle it."
"I guess it's an acquired taste if you're not raised with it" she said in reply, "much like cold beer is an acquired taste if you're not raised with that as well."
"I guess so," Kush said, taking another drink as Sonam did the same. She held the beer in both hands in her lap and looked down at it for a moment before lifting her head up to speak. Kush could feel the mood in the room change, and the look on her face when she looked up at him verified his feeling.
"Kush, you've been such a good friend to me over the past seven months or so, and I simply don't know what I would ever have done without you," she said, the look in her eyes serious and somber. "When my fiance ran out on me I was lost and felt so all alone, and suddenly there you were like a knight in shining armor come to rescue me," she said, smiling at him. "And you did just that, you know. You rescued me. You are quite possibly the best friend I've ever had, and I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you."
Don't worry about that, because you don't have to repay me," Kush replied, sitting forward and leaning his forearms on his knees, holding his can of beer in both hands. "I didn't do anything to be rewarded for it; I did it because it was the right thing to do, and because I like you." Sonam smile broadened as Kush continued.
"You know, I never liked him from the start," Kush said, intentionally not mentioning her fiance's name; they had both agreed a long time ago never to speak his name in her house again, and Kush intended on keeping that agreement. "What he did, running out on you like that, was inexcusable no matter where you were raised, and if I ever see the little shit again I'm gonna totally ruin his day for him!" Sonam kapoor giggled at this, putting her hand on his knee as she spoke.
"Thank you, my dear man, I truly appreciate that!" she said, reaching over and giving his knee a brief squeeze. She sat back in her chair and sighed, her pregnant belly pushing up in front of her. Her legs involuntarily spread apart a bit, and Kush got a glimpse of smooth, silky inner thigh before the folds of her sundress fell down and obscured his view. Sonam rubbed her free hand over the mound of her belly and smiled, looking down at her belly as she continued to speak.
"You know, being pregnant has been a wonderful and thrilling experience, although I will admit that it has its drawbacks. Moving around is getting more difficult the further along I get, and I truly miss being able to sleep on my stomach! But I think the thing I miss the most is feeling sexy, or at least knowing that the men around me think I'm sexy. That sounds terribly self-centered and selfish, I know, but I can't help it. That's how I feel, and I'll be glad when I'm not pregnant anymore and can feel that way again."
"What makes you think you're not sexy now, Sonam ?" Kush asked. Sonam giggled a bit before she replied.
"With this big belly?" she said, pointing at her stomach. "Are you serious, Kush? What man in his right mind would find me the least bit attractive, much less sexy?" she asked.
I would," Kush replied, and as soon as he said it he realized he had responded a bit too quickly. Sonam 's eyebrows went up in surprise, and her smile softened as she replied.
"You would? What a sweet thing to say!" she said, looking him in the eyes as she spoke. She rubbed her belly slowly as she continued. "Do you really think I'm sexy like this? All pregnant and belly sticking out, I mean?" she asked, her voice softening just a bit. Kush glanced down at the now-empty can in his hand before he looked up at her and replied
Yes, Sonam , I do," he said, figuring now was the time to be honest with her. "I've always thought you were attractive and sexy as hell, and I think you're even sexier now. I don't know why, but I just do."
"Thank you so much, Kush, you have no idea just how much that means to me," Sonam said, the look in her eyes changing to something else, something more sultry and -- well, seductive. "For the record, I've always thought you were extremely sexy yourself. I was always afraid that my ex would catch me sneaking looks at you; that would have really set him off!"
Kush didn't know what else to say, so he just looked at her for a moment before taking a drink out of the beer can he still held in his hands. He could feel his heart rate going up, and he hoped he was right with where this conversation seemed to be headed. Sonam 's next words removed all doubt about that.
"You know what else I really miss, being pregnant and all?" she asked, sitting up and placing her beer can on the side table next to the chair, then leaning forward as much as she could, spreading her legs out to let her belly hang free as she rested her elbows on her knees to brace herself. "I haven't had a good shagging in seven months," she said, looking at Kush with hooded eyes. The look of lust in her eyes was clearly visible, and Kush felt a stirring in his crotch as he realized his dreams were about to come true. "And if that doesn't change very quickly I'm afraid I'll just go mad! So let me get right to the point, Kusher my dear -- would you please fuck me?"
Kush knew that Sonam Kapoor could be blunt to the extreme at times, but even he had to admit to himself that he was a little surprised at the candor with which Sonam spoke. Surprised, but pleased to be sure. He felt the stirring in his crotch intensify as his shaft quickly started to enlarge.
"Are you sure, Sonam ? Is this what you really want?" he asked, more out of respect for their friendship than anything else. He knew this was going to change their relationship, and he wanted to make sure she was ready for it as well.
Sonam removed all doubt from his mind when without a word she stood up, slipped the straps of her sun dress from her shoulders, then pulled it down first over her full, heavy breasts and then over her stomach to let it fall in a circle at her feet. She was wearing a pink thong under the sun dress and that was all, and Kush thought she was absolutely stunning and sexy as hell. The only parts of her body that changed and got bigger when she got pregnant was her stomach and her breasts; nothing else about her body had changed. Her face stayed slim, her arms and thighs were still slim and firm, and Kush was quite sure her butt was unchanged as well. But what made her sexy as hell to him was without a doubt her pregnant belly. Kush didn't know why, but he found the protruding mound of her stomach to be the sexiest thing about her right now, especially when compared to how slim the rest of her body had remained. Kush's cock continued to grow inside his shorts, urged on by the sight of a nearly-naked and pregnant Sonam . She took a few steps forward toward him and stopped when she was standing directly in front of him, and Kush couldn't help but notice the sway of her milk-laden breasts as she walked. He sat straight up as he looked up at her, past her pregnant belly and breasts to look in her eyes. She smiled a seductive half-smile at him as she spoke, her voice low and filled with desire.
Quite sure, Kush," she said. Then she leaned forward and took his head in her hands, treating Kush to a quick view of her breasts hanging down from her chest before she lifted his head up and kissed him. The kiss was long and deep, very intense, and Kush felt his pulse race as their lips touched. Almost immediately Sonam slipped her lithe tongue into his mouth to dance with his own, and he heard her sigh with desire as the kiss deepened. Kush felt his shaft quickly grow to almost its full length as he reached out to put his beer can down on the coffee table, then reached up with both hands to cup and gently squeeze Sonam 's breasts. He heard her sigh again at his touch, and he could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples pressing into his palms as he gently kneaded the heavy globes in his hands. Her breasts were heavy and full in his hands, and he was careful not to squeeze them too hard as he knew they were sensitive due to her pregnant state.
"Mmm, that feels wonderful!" Sonam whispered, breaking the kiss and rubbing her cheek against Kush's as he gently squeezed her breasts. She ran her lithe tongue around his ear before plunging it inside, and Kush shivered in response. This was one of his most sensitive erogenous zones, and he was very glad Sonam had stumbled across it.
"So you like that, do you?" she whispered in his ear, sucking briefly on his ear lobe. "Then you're going to absolutely love what's coming next!"
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Sonam Kapoor dropped to her knees between Kush's outspread thighs, the look of lust clearly evident in her eyes. She smiled a slightly wicked half-smile as she worked at Kush's belt, unfastening it quickly and then starting to work on his shorts as Kush sat back on the couch, sliding his hips towards the edge of the couch without realizing he was doing it.
Let's see what's hiding in here, shall we?" she said as she pulled his shorts open. Kush wasn't wearing any underwear -- he usually didn't in the summertime -- and his fully erect cock popped into view. Kush also shaved his cock and balls clean, and she seemed to appreciate that. Sonam smiled as she gazed at his cock for the first time, reaching out and grasping it with her hand. His cock was warm and hard in her hand, and she could feel the blood pumping through it. She gave it a firm squeeze as she began to slowly pump her hand up and down the thick shaft. She looked back up at Kush as she spoke again.
"You have a simply beautiful cock, Kush! So big and hard, and it's all for me!" she said, her smile growing bigger as she continued to pump his shaft in her hand. A drop of clear pre-cum appeared at the tip, and Sonam rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock to spread it around. Kush jumped at the sensation, and Sonam giggled at his response.
"A bit sensitive, are we? Sorry, Kush, let me make it up to you!" she said, lowering her head down to his cock. She placed her lips against the tip, then slid them down and over the head of his cock, sucking it into her mouth. She stopped when the head was in her mouth, sucking on it as she swirled her tongue over and around the sensitive glans, making Kush shiver. She grasped his smooth, heavy balls in one hand while she kept the other firmly wrapped around his cock, giving his balls a gentle squeeze before kneading them in her hand.
'Damn, she's good!' Kush thought to himself as Sonam Kapoor tugged and pulled on his balls, her tongue sliding over and around the head of his now fully erect cock.
Sonam wasn't in the mood to waste any time, her pussy getting wetter and the throbbing in her clit more intense with each passing moment. She slid her mouth down the length of Kush's shaft, slipping her tongue along the sensitive underside as she engulfed his entire length in her mouth and down her throat. She paused when her nose bumped against Kush's abdomen, holding his cock deep in her mouth as she swallowed around it a few times before slowly sliding her mouth back up his length. She sucked hard on him as she did this, and the suction was simply incredible. Kush had enjoyed his share of blowjobs in his life, but he'd never encountered a woman who could apply as much suction as Sonam apparently could. He watched in amazement as Sonam slowly slid her mouth down on his cock again to repeat the process. She did this several times, squeezing and massaging his balls as she did so, and Kush felt the first faint twinges of an orgasm building in his balls and at the base of his cock. Sonam must have sensed it, because she slid her wet, sucking mouth slowly up his shaft and then paused at the head, sliding her tongue around it once before releasing it from her mouth with a soft 'pop.' She smiled up at him as she spoke, her other hand still working his balls.
"Not yet, Kush, not yet!" she said, her eyes twinkling with both happiness and lust. "I'll let you cum in my mouth later, but right now I want this simply gorgeous cock of yours inside me
With that Sonam stood up between his outstretched thighs, her eyes locked on his and a crooked, slightly evil smile on her face as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and slipped it off. Kush saw that her pubic hair was a light brown and was trimmed short in the shape of a "landing strip." Her outer lips were shaven smooth, and Kush could see that they were puffy and glistening already. The scent of her musk immediately filled the room, only serving to heighten the sexual desires now burning brightly in both of them. Kush's cock was so hard it almost hurt, throbbing with the blood pumping through it.
Sonam moved in closer and stepped over his right leg, and Kush brought his thighs together to let her straddle him. He slid his hips forward until they were right on the edge of the couch and he was lying as flat as he could be, his upper body held up by the back of the couch. She moved into position right above his cock, bracing herself with her hands on his stomach as she did so. She sat down on his cock as it lay on his stomach, and he felt her wet outer lips part and envelope his shaft as she began to slide her pussy up and down the length of the underside of his cock. Her pussy was hot and wet, and Kush was anxious to feel it wrapped around his cock.
"Mmmm, that feels good!" Sonam moaned, her eyes closed and a smile on her face as she slid her pussy up and down the underside of his hard shaft. "I love to feel the head of your cock rubbing against my hard little clit," she said, opening her eyes and looking at him as she moved her hips up and down along his shaft. "But now I think it's time for me to sit on this lovely hard cock and swallow it up!"
"Are you sure, Sonam ? Is this what you really want?" he asked, more out of respect for their friendship than anything else. He knew this was going to change their relationship, and he wanted to make sure she was ready for it as well.
Sonam removed all doubt from his mind when without a word she stood up, slipped the straps of her sun dress from her shoulders, then pulled it down first over her full, heavy breasts and then over her stomach to let it fall in a circle at her feet. She was wearing a pink thong under the sun dress and that was all, and Kush thought she was absolutely stunning and sexy as hell. The only parts of her body that changed and got bigger when she got pregnant was her stomach and her breasts; nothing else about her body had changed. Her face stayed slim, her arms and thighs were still slim and firm, and Kush was quite sure her butt was unchanged as well. But what made her sexy as hell to him was without a doubt her pregnant belly. Kush didn't know why, but he found the protruding mound of her stomach to be the sexiest thing about her right now, especially when compared to how slim the rest of her body had remained. Kush's cock continued to grow inside his shorts, urged on by the sight of a nearly-naked and pregnant Sonam . She took a few steps forward toward him and stopped when she was standing directly in front of him, and Kush couldn't help but notice the sway of her milk-laden breasts as she walked. He sat straight up as he looked up at her, past her pregnant belly and breasts to look in her eyes. She smiled a seductive half-smile at him as she spoke, her voice low and filled with desire.
Quite sure, Kush," she said. Then she leaned forward and took his head in her hands, treating Kush to a quick view of her breasts hanging down from her chest before she lifted his head up and kissed him. The kiss was long and deep, very intense, and Kush felt his pulse race as their lips touched. Almost immediately Sonam slipped her lithe tongue into his mouth to dance with his own, and he heard her sigh with desire as the kiss deepened. Kush felt his shaft quickly grow to almost its full length as he reached out to put his beer can down on the coffee table, then reached up with both hands to cup and gently squeeze Sonam 's breasts. He heard her sigh again at his touch, and he could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples pressing into his palms as he gently kneaded the heavy globes in his hands. Her breasts were heavy and full in his hands, and he was careful not to squeeze them too hard as he knew they were sensitive due to her pregnant state.
"Mmm, that feels wonderful!" Sonam whispered, breaking the kiss and rubbing her cheek against Kush's as he gently squeezed her breasts. She ran her lithe tongue around his ear before plunging it inside, and Kush shivered in response. This was one of his most sensitive erogenous zones, and he was very glad Sonam had stumbled across it.
"So you like that, do you?" she whispered in his ear, sucking briefly on his ear lobe. "Then you're going to absolutely love what's coming next!"
free share my wifeSonam Kapoor dropped to her knees between Kush's outspread thighs, the look of lust clearly evident in her eyes. She smiled a slightly wicked half-smile as she worked at Kush's belt, unfastening it quickly and then starting to work on his shorts as Kush sat back on the couch, sliding his hips towards the edge of the couch without realizing he was doing it.
Let's see what's hiding in here, shall we?" she said as she pulled his shorts open. Kush wasn't wearing any underwear -- he usually didn't in the summertime -- and his fully erect cock popped into view. Kush also shaved his cock and balls clean, and she seemed to appreciate that. Sonam smiled as she gazed at his cock for the first time, reaching out and grasping it with her hand. His cock was warm and hard in her hand, and she could feel the blood pumping through it. She gave it a firm squeeze as she began to slowly pump her hand up and down the thick shaft. She looked back up at Kush as she spoke again.
"You have a simply beautiful cock, Kush! So big and hard, and it's all for me!" she said, her smile growing bigger as she continued to pump his shaft in her hand. A drop of clear pre-cum appeared at the tip, and Sonam rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock to spread it around. Kush jumped at the sensation, and Sonam giggled at his response.
"A bit sensitive, are we? Sorry, Kush, let me make it up to you!" she said, lowering her head down to his cock. She placed her lips against the tip, then slid them down and over the head of his cock, sucking it into her mouth. She stopped when the head was in her mouth, sucking on it as she swirled her tongue over and around the sensitive glans, making Kush shiver. She grasped his smooth, heavy balls in one hand while she kept the other firmly wrapped around his cock, giving his balls a gentle squeeze before kneading them in her hand.
'Damn, she's good!' Kush thought to himself as Sonam Kapoor tugged and pulled on his balls, her tongue sliding over and around the head of his now fully erect cock.
Sonam wasn't in the mood to waste any time, her pussy getting wetter and the throbbing in her clit more intense with each passing moment. She slid her mouth down the length of Kush's shaft, slipping her tongue along the sensitive underside as she engulfed his entire length in her mouth and down her throat. She paused when her nose bumped against Kush's abdomen, holding his cock deep in her mouth as she swallowed around it a few times before slowly sliding her mouth back up his length. She sucked hard on him as she did this, and the suction was simply incredible. Kush had enjoyed his share of blowjobs in his life, but he'd never encountered a woman who could apply as much suction as Sonam apparently could. He watched in amazement as Sonam slowly slid her mouth down on his cock again to repeat the process. She did this several times, squeezing and massaging his balls as she did so, and Kush felt the first faint twinges of an orgasm building in his balls and at the base of his cock. Sonam must have sensed it, because she slid her wet, sucking mouth slowly up his shaft and then paused at the head, sliding her tongue around it once before releasing it from her mouth with a soft 'pop.' She smiled up at him as she spoke, her other hand still working his balls.
"Not yet, Kush, not yet!" she said, her eyes twinkling with both happiness and lust. "I'll let you cum in my mouth later, but right now I want this simply gorgeous cock of yours inside me
With that Sonam stood up between his outstretched thighs, her eyes locked on his and a crooked, slightly evil smile on her face as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and slipped it off. Kush saw that her pubic hair was a light brown and was trimmed short in the shape of a "landing strip." Her outer lips were shaven smooth, and Kush could see that they were puffy and glistening already. The scent of her musk immediately filled the room, only serving to heighten the sexual desires now burning brightly in both of them. Kush's cock was so hard it almost hurt, throbbing with the blood pumping through it.
Sonam moved in closer and stepped over his right leg, and Kush brought his thighs together to let her straddle him. He slid his hips forward until they were right on the edge of the couch and he was lying as flat as he could be, his upper body held up by the back of the couch. She moved into position right above his cock, bracing herself with her hands on his stomach as she did so. She sat down on his cock as it lay on his stomach, and he felt her wet outer lips part and envelope his shaft as she began to slide her pussy up and down the length of the underside of his cock. Her pussy was hot and wet, and Kush was anxious to feel it wrapped around his cock.
"Mmmm, that feels good!" Sonam moaned, her eyes closed and a smile on her face as she slid her pussy up and down the underside of his hard shaft. "I love to feel the head of your cock rubbing against my hard little clit," she said, opening her eyes and looking at him as she moved her hips up and down along his shaft. "But now I think it's time for me to sit on this lovely hard cock and swallow it up!"
With that Sonam lifted her pussy from his cock, now glistening with her juices, and reached down to grasp it with one hand. She pointed it straight up towards her waiting tunnel, then rubbed the head up and down her slit before placing it against her opening. She pushed down onto his cock until the head slipped inside her, then put her hand back on his stomach and sat down on his cock. Sonam took his entire cock inside her in one smooth, fluid motion, and Kush moaned as he felt the hot wetness of her tight pussy envelope him. Sonam moaned loudly, her eyes closed, as she felt Kush's hard cock sliding inside her. She had all but the very last bit of his cock inside her, the bulge of her pregnant belly preventing her from taking it all. Kush could feel her full belly pressing against his abdomen as she sat on him, motionless for a moment as they both enjoyed the sensations of initial penetration
Oh my God, you feel so good!" Sonam Kapoor gasped, opening her eyes and smiling as she looked at him. "It's been so long since I had a nice, hard cock inside me! I can't believe I waited this long before fucking you, I really can't!" she said, that slightly evil smile coming to her lips again.
"So you've thought about this before?" Kush asked, a little bit surprised but pleasantly so. "This isn't just a spur of the moment thing?"
"Oh, no, Kush, I've wanted to shag you ever since the first time I laid eyes on you!" she replied, her smile broadening into a grin. "But I was intent on being faithful, so I never did anything about it. But now that's all changed, so..." and she let her words trail off as she squeezed her pussy around his cock before lifting herself up, sliding her pussy up his length before settling back down on it again. She rode him like this for several moments, slowly sliding her pussy up and down his cock, her hands still braced on his stomach. She closed her eyes with the sensations running through her, Kush enjoying the sights of her breasts pushed together between her upper arms as she braced herself with her hands on his stomach. When she began to speed up as she rode his cock, Kush spoke up.
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"We have to be careful, Sonam , we don't want to hurt the baby," Kush said. Sonam opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling.
"I know, Kush, and we won't," Sonam replied. "That's why you're going to simply lie there and let me do all the work, let me take control of things and enjoy this marvelous cock of yours," she said, continuing to slide up and down on his throbbing cock. "But I'm going to take it slow, love, nice and slow, so I can enjoy the sensations of your big cock filling me up as long as possible -- before you fill me up with your hot cum, that is!" She smiled a sexy, wicked smile down at him as she continued to slide up and down the length of his cock.
"At least you won't have to worry about getting pregnant!" Kush said, smiling back up at her. She tossed her head back and laughed, then looked down at him with a broad smile on her face. Here eyes were afire with desire and lust as she replied.
"Very true, Kush, very true indeed!" she said, continuing the slow ride up and down on his cock. "And once I have the baby I'm going to make very sure I won't have to worry about that the next time we make love!"
"The next time?" Kush asked, hoping he had heard her right. He did.
"Oh, yes, Kush, there is most definitely going to be a next time!" she replied. Then she placed a finger on his lips and said, "Now hush and enjoy this!"
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled through lips held mostly closed by her finger. She smiled as she removed her finger from his lips and placed her hand back onto his stomach as she continued to slide her pussy slowly up and down the length of his hard shaft. She closed her eyes as she lifted her head up, enjoying the sensations running through her, and Kush slid his hands along the tops of her thighs as she moved on him.
Mmmm, I like that," Sonam said, opening her eyes and looking down at him, still slowly riding him. Kush slid his hands up her sides and ran them over and across her pregnant belly, then continued upward until he came to her heavy, swollen breasts. He marveled at how dark and prominent her nipples and areolas were as he cupped the full globes in both hands. He gently squeezed and massaged Sonam 's breasts, tugging on her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. He felt her shudder and her hips twitch as he did this.
"I like that even better!" she said breathlessly as she looked down at him. "You keep that up, Kush, and I'm going to be cumming all over your cock in no time!"
"I like that idea," Kush replied, paraphrasing her.
"You have to remember that it's been seven long months since I've been with a man, so this won't take very long!" she said, squeezing his cock with her talented inner muscles as she spoke.
"I don't think it will take very long for me, either," Kush replied. Sonam smiled a large smile at him as she replied, still moving up and down on his cock.
"Good thing we have the rest of the afternoon, then, isn't it, Kush?"
"Yes, it is!" he replied, tugging a little harder on her nipples and making her jump.
They both fell silent, concentrating instead of what they were doing with and to each other rather than on talking. Kush squeezed Sonam 's breasts a little harder as she continued to ride him, and he wasn't surprised when little beads of mother's milk appeared at her nipples. He ran his hands over them, rubbing the liquid over her breasts, and Sonam moaned a little as he did so.
Sonam 's pussy was tight, very tight, and Kush knew that it wasn't going to be long before he was cumming inside her. The fact that she was squeezing his cock with her pussy as she rode him only made the sensations more intense. Her pussy was wrapped around the length of his shaft and was gripping it like a hot, wet, velvet glove as she continued to move up and down on it. She looked down at him as she rode him, the look of lust very apparent in her eyes. Her lips were parted and her mouth was opened slightly and Kush could hear her breathing as she moved on top of him. Then she sat straight up, sinking completely down on his cock as she placed her hands on the tops of Kush's thighs behind her, and Kush could feel the firm globes of her shapely ass pressing against his balls. This took her heavy breasts out of his reach, so Kush let his hands fall back to the tops of her thighs as she sat back. She leaned back only far enough to get all of Kush's cock into her, and Kush felt the tip of his cock nudge up against the bottom of her tunnel as she pushed her hips down onto him.
"Mmmm, now that's it! That's what I want, Kush, I want all of you as deeply inside me as possible!" she said, smiling at him with hooded eyes.
She changed the motion of her hips then, moving her hips from front to back instead of sliding up and down as before. Her heavy, full breasts bobbed and swayed on her chest as she rode him, the areolas crinkling with her excitement as she came closer and closer to orgasm. The sight of her hips moving on him, his cock buried deep inside her wet, clutching pussy was having its effect on him and Kush knew that it wasn't going to be long before he was exploding inside her. He wanted her to cum before he did, though -- that was always his "thing," making sure the woman climaxed first -- so Kush ran a hand over her lower abdomen to her pussy, and his thumb found her clit. Sonam jumped and squealed in erotic surprise as soon as his thumb touched her nub, and she groaned loudly as he pushed on it and ran his thumb over and around it.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, grinning down at him. "You do that, Kush, and I'm going to be cumming all over your hard cock in no time!"
"That's the idea, Kush," he replied, using her lingo for the first time. "You first and then me!"
"How about together?" she whispered, the motions of her hips increasing as he continued to rub her clit with his thumb.
"Together, then," he replied.
No more words needed to be spoken. Sonam leaned back just a little bit as she closed her eyes, the motions of her hips increasing as Kush continued to thumb her clit. He could feel her pussy flooding with her juices, and he knew it wouldn't be very long before her orgasm hit. She had no way of knowing it, but the way she was moving on him was his favorite position, done to him for the first time when he was just 18 years old by a 26 year old woman who fucked him into oblivion over one glorious weekend. This way of a woman moving her hips on him had been his favorite since then, and never failed to set him off whenever the woman did it.
And he had no way of knowing that Sonam 's clit was exceptionally sensitive, and that she always came within seconds of being touched. But he was about to find out.
"Yes, Kush, yes! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" she gasped, the tempo of her hips increasing as her orgasm quickly built inside her. Kush felt his own balls shift in preparation, and he knew that he was seconds away from flooding her with his cum.
"Right with you!" he replied, and that was all it took. Sonam 's orgasm exploded inside her like a bomb, the sensations rocking her from her head to her toes. She cried out as she squeezed her eyes closed and gritted her teeth, the intensity of her orgasm causing her entire body to shake. Kush felt her pussy clamp down on him as she came, and that set him off. His grip on her thighs tightened as his balls shifted, and then his own orgasm hit. Sonam was so caught up in her own orgasm that she never felt his cock widen slightly before it exploded, but she certainly felt it pulsing and throbbing inside her pussy as it pumped stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside her.
Kush groaned with the force of his orgasm, pushing his hips up to drive his cock deeper into her as he came. He came hard, harder than he'd cum in a long time, his cock pumping over and over again inside Sonam 's clutching pussy as they both lost themselves to the intensity of their orgasms. Five, six, seven times Kush's cock pumped inside her, until Kush thought his brains were going to come shooting out of the end of his dick.
But finally, almost mercifully, their orgasms ran their course and subsided. Sonam 's hips slowed and then stopped, pushing down on Kush's cock one last time as the last spasm ran through the length of his shaft, the last ounce of his cum seeping out of the tip of his cock. They were both left panting and gasping for breath, Sonam 's body now covered with a fine layer of sweat which gave it an erotic sheen. Sonam opened her eyes and looked at Kush as he did the same, and they smiled at each other with smiles of intense satisfaction. Sonam gave a short laugh before speaking.
Cum a bit hard, did you, Kush?" she asked, grinning at him and making Kush laugh.
"I could ask you the same thing!" he replied, and they both laughed at this. Then Sonam Kapoor sat up, keeping Kush's softening cock trapped inside her as she leaned forward. Kush felt her pregnant belly pressing against him as she leaned forward and could see her swollen breasts swaying as they hung down from her chest. She took his face in her hands and kissed him, the kiss deep and sensual, their tongues lightly dancing as she gave his cock one last squeeze.
"That was simply wonderful, Kush, thank you so much!" she said softly, her eyes sparkling.
"I should be thanking you," he replied, knowing that their relationship had just changed forever. "That was -- well, fantastic!"
"If you think that was good, Kush, just wait 'till I'm not pregnant anymore and can really move around!" she said, an impish look in her eyes and a wicked little half-smile on her face.
"I can't wait!" he said, returning her wicked grin.
"How about another beer and a nice, warm washcloth to tidy up with before we go again?" she asked, sitting upright on his hips. "We do have the rest of the afternoon, you know!"
"And the rest of the evening as well," he replied, smiling at her.
"And the rest of the evening as well, yes!" she said, nodding and smiling.
"That sounds great, then!" he said. Sonam leaned over and pecked him lightly on the lips before she got up, gingerly removing herself from him and smiling as she did so. Kush was expecting a flood but was surprised when it didn't happen. He felt a quick chill as the cool air of the room hit his wet shaft as it slipped out of her, and he shuddered briefly.
'She must have one hell of a set of internal muscles!' he thought as he watched her walk away towards the bathroom, the globes of her ass flexing as she walked.
"This is going to be one hell of a night!" he said out loud, smiling at the thought of the pleasures and experiences yet to come.
And it was, indeed, one hell of a night.
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Oh my God, you feel so good!" Sonam Kapoor gasped, opening her eyes and smiling as she looked at him. "It's been so long since I had a nice, hard cock inside me! I can't believe I waited this long before fucking you, I really can't!" she said, that slightly evil smile coming to her lips again.
"So you've thought about this before?" Kush asked, a little bit surprised but pleasantly so. "This isn't just a spur of the moment thing?"
"Oh, no, Kush, I've wanted to shag you ever since the first time I laid eyes on you!" she replied, her smile broadening into a grin. "But I was intent on being faithful, so I never did anything about it. But now that's all changed, so..." and she let her words trail off as she squeezed her pussy around his cock before lifting herself up, sliding her pussy up his length before settling back down on it again. She rode him like this for several moments, slowly sliding her pussy up and down his cock, her hands still braced on his stomach. She closed her eyes with the sensations running through her, Kush enjoying the sights of her breasts pushed together between her upper arms as she braced herself with her hands on his stomach. When she began to speed up as she rode his cock, Kush spoke up.
facebook url link"We have to be careful, Sonam , we don't want to hurt the baby," Kush said. Sonam opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling.
"I know, Kush, and we won't," Sonam replied. "That's why you're going to simply lie there and let me do all the work, let me take control of things and enjoy this marvelous cock of yours," she said, continuing to slide up and down on his throbbing cock. "But I'm going to take it slow, love, nice and slow, so I can enjoy the sensations of your big cock filling me up as long as possible -- before you fill me up with your hot cum, that is!" She smiled a sexy, wicked smile down at him as she continued to slide up and down the length of his cock.
"At least you won't have to worry about getting pregnant!" Kush said, smiling back up at her. She tossed her head back and laughed, then looked down at him with a broad smile on her face. Here eyes were afire with desire and lust as she replied.
"Very true, Kush, very true indeed!" she said, continuing the slow ride up and down on his cock. "And once I have the baby I'm going to make very sure I won't have to worry about that the next time we make love!"
"The next time?" Kush asked, hoping he had heard her right. He did.
"Oh, yes, Kush, there is most definitely going to be a next time!" she replied. Then she placed a finger on his lips and said, "Now hush and enjoy this!"
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled through lips held mostly closed by her finger. She smiled as she removed her finger from his lips and placed her hand back onto his stomach as she continued to slide her pussy slowly up and down the length of his hard shaft. She closed her eyes as she lifted her head up, enjoying the sensations running through her, and Kush slid his hands along the tops of her thighs as she moved on him.
Mmmm, I like that," Sonam said, opening her eyes and looking down at him, still slowly riding him. Kush slid his hands up her sides and ran them over and across her pregnant belly, then continued upward until he came to her heavy, swollen breasts. He marveled at how dark and prominent her nipples and areolas were as he cupped the full globes in both hands. He gently squeezed and massaged Sonam 's breasts, tugging on her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. He felt her shudder and her hips twitch as he did this.
"I like that even better!" she said breathlessly as she looked down at him. "You keep that up, Kush, and I'm going to be cumming all over your cock in no time!"
"I like that idea," Kush replied, paraphrasing her.
"You have to remember that it's been seven long months since I've been with a man, so this won't take very long!" she said, squeezing his cock with her talented inner muscles as she spoke.
"I don't think it will take very long for me, either," Kush replied. Sonam smiled a large smile at him as she replied, still moving up and down on his cock.
"Good thing we have the rest of the afternoon, then, isn't it, Kush?"
"Yes, it is!" he replied, tugging a little harder on her nipples and making her jump.
They both fell silent, concentrating instead of what they were doing with and to each other rather than on talking. Kush squeezed Sonam 's breasts a little harder as she continued to ride him, and he wasn't surprised when little beads of mother's milk appeared at her nipples. He ran his hands over them, rubbing the liquid over her breasts, and Sonam moaned a little as he did so.
Sonam 's pussy was tight, very tight, and Kush knew that it wasn't going to be long before he was cumming inside her. The fact that she was squeezing his cock with her pussy as she rode him only made the sensations more intense. Her pussy was wrapped around the length of his shaft and was gripping it like a hot, wet, velvet glove as she continued to move up and down on it. She looked down at him as she rode him, the look of lust very apparent in her eyes. Her lips were parted and her mouth was opened slightly and Kush could hear her breathing as she moved on top of him. Then she sat straight up, sinking completely down on his cock as she placed her hands on the tops of Kush's thighs behind her, and Kush could feel the firm globes of her shapely ass pressing against his balls. This took her heavy breasts out of his reach, so Kush let his hands fall back to the tops of her thighs as she sat back. She leaned back only far enough to get all of Kush's cock into her, and Kush felt the tip of his cock nudge up against the bottom of her tunnel as she pushed her hips down onto him.
"Mmmm, now that's it! That's what I want, Kush, I want all of you as deeply inside me as possible!" she said, smiling at him with hooded eyes.
She changed the motion of her hips then, moving her hips from front to back instead of sliding up and down as before. Her heavy, full breasts bobbed and swayed on her chest as she rode him, the areolas crinkling with her excitement as she came closer and closer to orgasm. The sight of her hips moving on him, his cock buried deep inside her wet, clutching pussy was having its effect on him and Kush knew that it wasn't going to be long before he was exploding inside her. He wanted her to cum before he did, though -- that was always his "thing," making sure the woman climaxed first -- so Kush ran a hand over her lower abdomen to her pussy, and his thumb found her clit. Sonam jumped and squealed in erotic surprise as soon as his thumb touched her nub, and she groaned loudly as he pushed on it and ran his thumb over and around it.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, grinning down at him. "You do that, Kush, and I'm going to be cumming all over your hard cock in no time!"
"That's the idea, Kush," he replied, using her lingo for the first time. "You first and then me!"
"How about together?" she whispered, the motions of her hips increasing as he continued to rub her clit with his thumb.
"Together, then," he replied.
No more words needed to be spoken. Sonam leaned back just a little bit as she closed her eyes, the motions of her hips increasing as Kush continued to thumb her clit. He could feel her pussy flooding with her juices, and he knew it wouldn't be very long before her orgasm hit. She had no way of knowing it, but the way she was moving on him was his favorite position, done to him for the first time when he was just 18 years old by a 26 year old woman who fucked him into oblivion over one glorious weekend. This way of a woman moving her hips on him had been his favorite since then, and never failed to set him off whenever the woman did it.
And he had no way of knowing that Sonam 's clit was exceptionally sensitive, and that she always came within seconds of being touched. But he was about to find out.
"Yes, Kush, yes! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" she gasped, the tempo of her hips increasing as her orgasm quickly built inside her. Kush felt his own balls shift in preparation, and he knew that he was seconds away from flooding her with his cum.
"Right with you!" he replied, and that was all it took. Sonam 's orgasm exploded inside her like a bomb, the sensations rocking her from her head to her toes. She cried out as she squeezed her eyes closed and gritted her teeth, the intensity of her orgasm causing her entire body to shake. Kush felt her pussy clamp down on him as she came, and that set him off. His grip on her thighs tightened as his balls shifted, and then his own orgasm hit. Sonam was so caught up in her own orgasm that she never felt his cock widen slightly before it exploded, but she certainly felt it pulsing and throbbing inside her pussy as it pumped stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside her.
Kush groaned with the force of his orgasm, pushing his hips up to drive his cock deeper into her as he came. He came hard, harder than he'd cum in a long time, his cock pumping over and over again inside Sonam 's clutching pussy as they both lost themselves to the intensity of their orgasms. Five, six, seven times Kush's cock pumped inside her, until Kush thought his brains were going to come shooting out of the end of his dick.
But finally, almost mercifully, their orgasms ran their course and subsided. Sonam 's hips slowed and then stopped, pushing down on Kush's cock one last time as the last spasm ran through the length of his shaft, the last ounce of his cum seeping out of the tip of his cock. They were both left panting and gasping for breath, Sonam 's body now covered with a fine layer of sweat which gave it an erotic sheen. Sonam opened her eyes and looked at Kush as he did the same, and they smiled at each other with smiles of intense satisfaction. Sonam gave a short laugh before speaking.
Cum a bit hard, did you, Kush?" she asked, grinning at him and making Kush laugh.
"I could ask you the same thing!" he replied, and they both laughed at this. Then Sonam Kapoor sat up, keeping Kush's softening cock trapped inside her as she leaned forward. Kush felt her pregnant belly pressing against him as she leaned forward and could see her swollen breasts swaying as they hung down from her chest. She took his face in her hands and kissed him, the kiss deep and sensual, their tongues lightly dancing as she gave his cock one last squeeze.
"That was simply wonderful, Kush, thank you so much!" she said softly, her eyes sparkling.
"I should be thanking you," he replied, knowing that their relationship had just changed forever. "That was -- well, fantastic!"
"If you think that was good, Kush, just wait 'till I'm not pregnant anymore and can really move around!" she said, an impish look in her eyes and a wicked little half-smile on her face.
"I can't wait!" he said, returning her wicked grin.
"How about another beer and a nice, warm washcloth to tidy up with before we go again?" she asked, sitting upright on his hips. "We do have the rest of the afternoon, you know!"
"And the rest of the evening as well," he replied, smiling at her.
"And the rest of the evening as well, yes!" she said, nodding and smiling.
"That sounds great, then!" he said. Sonam leaned over and pecked him lightly on the lips before she got up, gingerly removing herself from him and smiling as she did so. Kush was expecting a flood but was surprised when it didn't happen. He felt a quick chill as the cool air of the room hit his wet shaft as it slipped out of her, and he shuddered briefly.
'She must have one hell of a set of internal muscles!' he thought as he watched her walk away towards the bathroom, the globes of her ass flexing as she walked.
"This is going to be one hell of a night!" he said out loud, smiling at the thought of the pleasures and experiences yet to come.
And it was, indeed, one hell of a night.
THE END
GoodWith that Sonam lifted her pussy from his cock, now glistening with her juices, and reached down to grasp it with one hand. She pointed it straight up towards her waiting tunnel, then rubbed the head up and down her slit before placing it against her opening. She pushed down onto his cock until the head slipped inside her, then put her hand back on his stomach and sat down on his cock. Sonam took his entire cock inside her in one smooth, fluid motion, and Kush moaned as he felt the hot wetness of her tight pussy envelope him. Sonam moaned loudly, her eyes closed, as she felt Kush's hard cock sliding inside her. She had all but the very last bit of his cock inside her, the bulge of her pregnant belly preventing her from taking it all. Kush could feel her full belly pressing against his abdomen as she sat on him, motionless for a moment as they both enjoyed the sensations of initial penetration
Oh my God, you feel so good!" Sonam Kapoor gasped, opening her eyes and smiling as she looked at him. "It's been so long since I had a nice, hard cock inside me! I can't believe I waited this long before fucking you, I really can't!" she said, that slightly evil smile coming to her lips again.
"So you've thought about this before?" Kush asked, a little bit surprised but pleasantly so. "This isn't just a spur of the moment thing?"
"Oh, no, Kush, I've wanted to shag you ever since the first time I laid eyes on you!" she replied, her smile broadening into a grin. "But I was intent on being faithful, so I never did anything about it. But now that's all changed, so..." and she let her words trail off as she squeezed her pussy around his cock before lifting herself up, sliding her pussy up his length before settling back down on it again. She rode him like this for several moments, slowly sliding her pussy up and down his cock, her hands still braced on his stomach. She closed her eyes with the sensations running through her, Kush enjoying the sights of her breasts pushed together between her upper arms as she braced herself with her hands on his stomach. When she began to speed up as she rode his cock, Kush spoke up.
"We have to be careful, Sonam , we don't want to hurt the baby," Kush said. Sonam opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling.
"I know, Kush, and we won't," Sonam replied. "That's why you're going to simply lie there and let me do all the work, let me take control of things and enjoy this marvelous cock of yours," she said, continuing to slide up and down on his throbbing cock. "But I'm going to take it slow, love, nice and slow, so I can enjoy the sensations of your big cock filling me up as long as possible -- before you fill me up with your hot cum, that is!" She smiled a sexy, wicked smile down at him as she continued to slide up and down the length of his cock.
"At least you won't have to worry about getting pregnant!" Kush said, smiling back up at her. She tossed her head back and laughed, then looked down at him with a broad smile on her face. Here eyes were afire with desire and lust as she replied.
"Very true, Kush, very true indeed!" she said, continuing the slow ride up and down on his cock. "And once I have the baby I'm going to make very sure I won't have to worry about that the next time we make love!"
"The next time?" Kush asked, hoping he had heard her right. He did.
"Oh, yes, Kush, there is most definitely going to be a next time!" she replied. Then she placed a finger on his lips and said, "Now hush and enjoy this!"
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled through lips held mostly closed by her finger. She smiled as she removed her finger from his lips and placed her hand back onto his stomach as she continued to slide her pussy slowly up and down the length of his hard shaft. She closed her eyes as she lifted her head up, enjoying the sensations running through her, and Kush slid his hands along the tops of her thighs as she moved on him.
Mmmm, I like that," Sonam said, opening her eyes and looking down at him, still slowly riding him. Kush slid his hands up her sides and ran them over and across her pregnant belly, then continued upward until he came to her heavy, swollen breasts. He marveled at how dark and prominent her nipples and areolas were as he cupped the full globes in both hands. He gently squeezed and massaged Sonam 's breasts, tugging on her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. He felt her shudder and her hips twitch as he did this.
"I like that even better!" she said breathlessly as she looked down at him. "You keep that up, Kush, and I'm going to be cumming all over your cock in no time!"
"I like that idea," Kush replied, paraphrasing her.
"You have to remember that it's been seven long months since I've been with a man, so this won't take very long!" she said, squeezing his cock with her talented inner muscles as she spoke.
"I don't think it will take very long for me, either," Kush replied. Sonam smiled a large smile at him as she replied, still moving up and down on his cock.
"Good thing we have the rest of the afternoon, then, isn't it, Kush?"
"Yes, it is!" he replied, tugging a little harder on her nipples and making her jump.
They both fell silent, concentrating instead of what they were doing with and to each other rather than on talking. Kush squeezed Sonam 's breasts a little harder as she continued to ride him, and he wasn't surprised when little beads of mother's milk appeared at her nipples. He ran his hands over them, rubbing the liquid over her breasts, and Sonam moaned a little as he did so.
Sonam 's pussy was tight, very tight, and Kush knew that it wasn't going to be long before he was cumming inside her. The fact that she was squeezing his cock with her pussy as she rode him only made the sensations more intense. Her pussy was wrapped around the length of his shaft and was gripping it like a hot, wet, velvet glove as she continued to move up and down on it. She looked down at him as she rode him, the look of lust very apparent in her eyes. Her lips were parted and her mouth was opened slightly and Kush could hear her breathing as she moved on top of him. Then she sat straight up, sinking completely down on his cock as she placed her hands on the tops of Kush's thighs behind her, and Kush could feel the firm globes of her shapely ass pressing against his balls. This took her heavy breasts out of his reach, so Kush let his hands fall back to the tops of her thighs as she sat back. She leaned back only far enough to get all of Kush's cock into her, and Kush felt the tip of his cock nudge up against the bottom of her tunnel as she pushed her hips down onto him.
"Mmmm, now that's it! That's what I want, Kush, I want all of you as deeply inside me as possible!" she said, smiling at him with hooded eyes.
She changed the motion of her hips then, moving her hips from front to back instead of sliding up and down as before. Her heavy, full breasts bobbed and swayed on her chest as she rode him, the areolas crinkling with her excitement as she came closer and closer to orgasm. The sight of her hips moving on him, his cock buried deep inside her wet, clutching pussy was having its effect on him and Kush knew that it wasn't going to be long before he was exploding inside her. He wanted her to cum before he did, though -- that was always his "thing," making sure the woman climaxed first -- so Kush ran a hand over her lower abdomen to her pussy, and his thumb found her clit. Sonam jumped and squealed in erotic surprise as soon as his thumb touched her nub, and she groaned loudly as he pushed on it and ran his thumb over and around it.
"Oh my God!" she gasped, grinning down at him. "You do that, Kush, and I'm going to be cumming all over your hard cock in no time!"
"That's the idea, Kush," he replied, using her lingo for the first time. "You first and then me!"
"How about together?" she whispered, the motions of her hips increasing as he continued to rub her clit with his thumb.
"Together, then," he replied.
No more words needed to be spoken. Sonam leaned back just a little bit as she closed her eyes, the motions of her hips increasing as Kush continued to thumb her clit. He could feel her pussy flooding with her juices, and he knew it wouldn't be very long before her orgasm hit. She had no way of knowing it, but the way she was moving on him was his favorite position, done to him for the first time when he was just 18 years old by a 26 year old woman who fucked him into oblivion over one glorious weekend. This way of a woman moving her hips on him had been his favorite since then, and never failed to set him off whenever the woman did it.
And he had no way of knowing that Sonam 's clit was exceptionally sensitive, and that she always came within seconds of being touched. But he was about to find out.
"Yes, Kush, yes! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" she gasped, the tempo of her hips increasing as her orgasm quickly built inside her. Kush felt his own balls shift in preparation, and he knew that he was seconds away from flooding her with his cum.
"Right with you!" he replied, and that was all it took. Sonam 's orgasm exploded inside her like a bomb, the sensations rocking her from her head to her toes. She cried out as she squeezed her eyes closed and gritted her teeth, the intensity of her orgasm causing her entire body to shake. Kush felt her pussy clamp down on him as she came, and that set him off. His grip on her thighs tightened as his balls shifted, and then his own orgasm hit. Sonam was so caught up in her own orgasm that she never felt his cock widen slightly before it exploded, but she certainly felt it pulsing and throbbing inside her pussy as it pumped stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep inside her.
Kush groaned with the force of his orgasm, pushing his hips up to drive his cock deeper into her as he came. He came hard, harder than he'd cum in a long time, his cock pumping over and over again inside Sonam 's clutching pussy as they both lost themselves to the intensity of their orgasms. Five, six, seven times Kush's cock pumped inside her, until Kush thought his brains were going to come shooting out of the end of his dick.
But finally, almost mercifully, their orgasms ran their course and subsided. Sonam 's hips slowed and then stopped, pushing down on Kush's cock one last time as the last spasm ran through the length of his shaft, the last ounce of his cum seeping out of the tip of his cock. They were both left panting and gasping for breath, Sonam 's body now covered with a fine layer of sweat which gave it an erotic sheen. Sonam opened her eyes and looked at Kush as he did the same, and they smiled at each other with smiles of intense satisfaction. Sonam gave a short laugh before speaking.
Cum a bit hard, did you, Kush?" she asked, grinning at him and making Kush laugh.
"I could ask you the same thing!" he replied, and they both laughed at this. Then Sonam Kapoor sat up, keeping Kush's softening cock trapped inside her as she leaned forward. Kush felt her pregnant belly pressing against him as she leaned forward and could see her swollen breasts swaying as they hung down from her chest. She took his face in her hands and kissed him, the kiss deep and sensual, their tongues lightly dancing as she gave his cock one last squeeze.
"That was simply wonderful, Kush, thank you so much!" she said softly, her eyes sparkling.
"I should be thanking you," he replied, knowing that their relationship had just changed forever. "That was -- well, fantastic!"
"If you think that was good, Kush, just wait 'till I'm not pregnant anymore and can really move around!" she said, an impish look in her eyes and a wicked little half-smile on her face.
"I can't wait!" he said, returning her wicked grin.
"How about another beer and a nice, warm washcloth to tidy up with before we go again?" she asked, sitting upright on his hips. "We do have the rest of the afternoon, you know!"
"And the rest of the evening as well," he replied, smiling at her.
"And the rest of the evening as well, yes!" she said, nodding and smiling.
"That sounds great, then!" he said. Sonam leaned over and pecked him lightly on the lips before she got up, gingerly removing herself from him and smiling as she did so. Kush was expecting a flood but was surprised when it didn't happen. He felt a quick chill as the cool air of the room hit his wet shaft as it slipped out of her, and he shuddered briefly.
'She must have one hell of a set of internal muscles!' he thought as he watched her walk away towards the bathroom, the globes of her ass flexing as she walked.
"This is going to be one hell of a night!" he said out loud, smiling at the thought of the pleasures and experiences yet to come.
And it was, indeed, one hell of a night.
THE END
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SARA ALI KHAN
A cool breeze swept through the afternoon hours while the bright sun began to heat up what had only begun as a soft winter morning. The wheels of the Mercedes Benz rolled as the car moved down a street heading closer to it's destination. Silence filled the inner walls of the vehicle. There was no need for a GPS system to give out instructions for the driving, this man knew exactly where he was going. Beyond a pinstriped black suit and red tie, he gripped the steering wheel and made a slow turn. The car moved through an upper class neighborhood of mansions, right into the heart of the wealthy neighborhood of Calabasas. A place that most people could only dream of visiting, unless you could afford a lifestyle of luxury and grandiose. Such living was affordable among the many guests in town associated with Hollywood. Kush was just the kind of man to understand this place as an outsider.
Born in Mississippi during the mid-seventies, Kush had traveled to Los Angeles back in his early adulthood looking for a new opportunity in life. He was just a young black man back then, fresh out of serving his four years in the marines to gain a scholarship into UCLA college. His hopes for studying to go into a career of journalism were soon met with an end at the hands of reality. From his time in the military, Kush had come to realize that he was trained to do only certain types of work and it didn't involve a desk job. With experience in firearms training and as a solider, he dropped out of college and began to pursue a career as a hired bodyguard instead. It was a troubling search of an opportunity, since he lacked connections in town for anyone who could've used his talents at the price of money.
Kush had a chance to become a police officer, but decided against such an opportunity as he preferred to work alone. All he wanted was a quiet life, earning enough money where he could live comfortably and enjoy himself. He had little to no connections back home with his family, just a young black man all by himself in a new town. His luck changed around the year of 1995 when putting out an ad for hire in local newspapers. A man within the music industry called him up, offering a job to take him along as a bodyguard for a producer in need of help with protection. From that day on, Kush took on his new career working as a bodyguard and earning a valuable income. Seven years later, he ended up working into the security personnel of a pop star who went on world tour. His job granted him the chance to visit other places of the world, all whine earning a high salary to afford a nice living once he got back home.
Things changed for Kush around the year of 2008. He spent some time switching employers, still working as a bodyguard for famous names associated with Hollywood. He finally had found a long term solution for his line of work. An actress by the name of Sara Ali Khan wanted his services to replace a bodyguard who had recently quit his position. Kush had found himself in good hands, as Sara Ali Khan was a woman on the road to a break out career in Hollywood at the time. She was fresh off her success in television, leaving Grey's Anatomy to pursue a career on the big screen. For the time being, Kush found himself well paid as he would spend the next decade working as a bodyguard for the blonde haired actress.
Sara Ali Khan was a married woman. Kush knew his boundaries of respect when it came towards the woman whom he had referred to as 'boss'. She had already been married by the time Kush stepped into the picture, so he knew his limits when it came to her. With a habit of having affairs in the past, Kush had lived a rather lonely life. As he approached middle age, he came to realize that he had never shared his life with a woman in marriage. Having children was something he had never considered, as he preferred the simple living under a quiet lifestyle. Most of the time he was sitting back, saving his money and only buying the bare necessities for life all while keeping his focus on the job at hand. Acting as the bodyguard for Sara Ali Khan Heigl for almost a decade now had it's fair share of good times, as well as the ugly moments.
For anyone whom craved a taste for gossip and rumors inside the lives of the rich and famous, Kush had experienced such things face to face. The summer of 2018 would mark a whole ten years since he had taken on his wok as Sara Ali Khan's bodyguard. As time moved on, Kush had witnessed her married life up close and personal. Her husband was a Country music singer, failing to make charts with his singles over the years. Rumors had sometimes swirled about affairs, as Kush had also heard the rumors about his wild times with partying during tours. Much work went towards maintaining their marriage, though both of them had their habits outside affairs. Kush' loyalty remained with the woman who was writing his pay checks every month. Whatever secrets she had, his lips remained sealed for all times. He understood that she sometimes had to take her frustrations out in other ways while her husband was away touring.
During the years, Kush had watched the career of an actress change throughout time. At Sara Ali Khan's high point, she was one of the highest paid actresses in Bollywood. It all changed with a string of box office bombs, leading her to try again with television shows. Regardless the outcome, he remained there at her side acting as her bodyguard at all times. Her life was mostly quiet, as she and her husband had to play as parents back home with their children. Kush never received the opportunity to deal with many interesting events, nothing such as a 'stalker fan' as one may have guessed. At one point, he had dealt with a man who attempted to extort the actress out of a few thousand dollars with the threat of leaking photos of her with another man. Kush took care of the incident, introducing her enemy to a baseball bat after spending a month tracking him down.
The car stopped at a driveway as Kush sat behind the wheel awaiting the big white gates. It always took a few seconds for the gates to open, something he had become used to over all these years. Usually it was on the count of about six to eight seconds, as he always knew the gates were coming undone. Moving the car forward, Kush parked in the same place he always brought his metallic silver Mercedes Benz. Sara Ali Khan's own white Lexus car was always parked in the same place. He backed up, so he could park right behind her vehicle. Sara had phoned him last night, informing Kush that she had a meeting to attend today downtown with her agent around 2 PM. He didn't poke her for any details, simply giving her his word that he would be there like any other time in the past. With the car pulled up, Kush reached for his cellphone within the inner pocket of his jacket.
He made a quick text message, alerting Sara that he was outside waiting. When there was a day like this, he never went to the front door. She was a woman who was very specific about where she wanted a bodyguard at all times. Kush didn't mind her instructions whatsoever, for he had nothing but the highest respect for a strong woman such as Sara. She was the type of woman who didn't put up with any nonsense from any man. Such strength in a woman had to be respected no matter what. If she wanted something, she took it all for herself. It was that side of her which Kush had admired the most. Glancing up into the rear-view mirror, he could see her stepping out of the front doors of her home and walking towards his car. She sore a black skirt with a matching jacket and a white buttoned up blouse beneath the jacket. Sara Ali Khan's long dark black hair was fixed up in a pony tail while a large pair of sunglasses covered her eyes. In her left hand, she clutched what appeared to be a few folders in a yellow color. A white leather purse was over her left shoulder. The right side back door opened and then Kush greeted her in his voice.
Good afternoon, Sara ."
"Hey there Kush, just on time as always."
She replied while having a seat in the back of his car. Once he heard the door close and the sound of her seat belt clicking, Kush knew to begin pulling the car out from her driveway. After spending so many years working with her, this was just his style to not waste any time in Sara Ali Khan's presence. The wheels of the Mercedes Benz rolled past the large gates before reaching the road again. After a minute, Kush spoke up to her.
"How's things been lately?"
Sara Ali Khan sighed before replying to him.
"You know, the usual."
Such a response like this was enough to tell Kush that Sara Ali Khan wasn't in a good mood this morning. The 'usual' meant her bored life at home or sometimes her career that wasn't quite the same as it once was. During the years of working alongside her, Kush had witnessed the rise and downfall of her time in Bollywood. Sara Ali Khan had seen better days long ago, but that didn't stop her from trying. Kush knew he was escorting her to a meeting that had to do with the possibility of a film role. He changed the subject slightly, trying to lighten up the mood and make her smile.
"So, how's the kids been?"
"They've been great lately. They're spending the week at their grandparents right now, so it's nice to have a bit of time off. It's hard enough though when your husband leaves and is on tour all the time. Sometimes I feel like a single parent in a big house, you know?"
Kush gripped the steering wheel tighter as he listened to Sara's response. Over the years, she had grown more trusting of him to speak of the issues within her marriage at times.
"What time you got right now, Kush?"
Her sudden shift of the subject was a surprise to him. His eyes glanced over at the digital clock near the air conditioner and heating controls of the car, just before shifting his view back to the road. Kush spoke up to Sara Ali Khan.
"I've got 1:17 at the moment."
"Alright, that's not bad. If my meeting goes as planned, I should be outta there before three."
Kush gripped the steering wheel as her words had now left him wondering. If Sara Ali Khan was organizing her day around a schedule, perhaps she had something else planned beyond this meeting. Despite his curiosity, he didn't speak up in regards to her words. All he did was focus on driving the vehicle and bringing the actress out where she needed to be for the day. While sitting in the back seat, Sara Ali Khan opened up her purse to retrieve her carton of cigarettes and a lighter. She usually smoked in the back of Kush' car, so he made sure an ash tray was always present among the backseat of the car. Silence filled the vehicle along with slight smoke as Sara Ali Khan had lit her cigarette and proceeded to begin smoking. It never bothered Kush since he had a habit of smoking back in his youth. After all, she was the one signing his checks so he wasn't going to complain about the smell regardless.
Less than twenty minutes passed when Kush pulled the car into the parking lot of her destination. Outside stood a tall building, just on the west end near Bollywood. Sara Ali Khan shoved her used cigarette into the ash tray before clutching her folders and stepping out of the car. Kush sat behind, watching something he had witnessed countless times before in the last several years. Sara Ali Khan Heigl left his vehicle and swaggered off. He always enjoyed to watch her walking off, extending her right leg out before the left. She was always marching in high heels, a confident woman who wasn't about to put up with anything that didn't go her way. As her bodyguard, he always sat back in the car when she had a meeting like this. It was Kush' duty to be there as her chauffeur when she had left. After a few minutes sitting in his car, he shut the engine off and stepped out. He needed a bit of fresh air in the afternoon sun while he waited around for her.
Born in Mississippi during the mid-seventies, Kush had traveled to Los Angeles back in his early adulthood looking for a new opportunity in life. He was just a young black man back then, fresh out of serving his four years in the marines to gain a scholarship into UCLA college. His hopes for studying to go into a career of journalism were soon met with an end at the hands of reality. From his time in the military, Kush had come to realize that he was trained to do only certain types of work and it didn't involve a desk job. With experience in firearms training and as a solider, he dropped out of college and began to pursue a career as a hired bodyguard instead. It was a troubling search of an opportunity, since he lacked connections in town for anyone who could've used his talents at the price of money.
Kush had a chance to become a police officer, but decided against such an opportunity as he preferred to work alone. All he wanted was a quiet life, earning enough money where he could live comfortably and enjoy himself. He had little to no connections back home with his family, just a young black man all by himself in a new town. His luck changed around the year of 1995 when putting out an ad for hire in local newspapers. A man within the music industry called him up, offering a job to take him along as a bodyguard for a producer in need of help with protection. From that day on, Kush took on his new career working as a bodyguard and earning a valuable income. Seven years later, he ended up working into the security personnel of a pop star who went on world tour. His job granted him the chance to visit other places of the world, all whine earning a high salary to afford a nice living once he got back home.
Things changed for Kush around the year of 2008. He spent some time switching employers, still working as a bodyguard for famous names associated with Hollywood. He finally had found a long term solution for his line of work. An actress by the name of Sara Ali Khan wanted his services to replace a bodyguard who had recently quit his position. Kush had found himself in good hands, as Sara Ali Khan was a woman on the road to a break out career in Hollywood at the time. She was fresh off her success in television, leaving Grey's Anatomy to pursue a career on the big screen. For the time being, Kush found himself well paid as he would spend the next decade working as a bodyguard for the blonde haired actress.
Sara Ali Khan was a married woman. Kush knew his boundaries of respect when it came towards the woman whom he had referred to as 'boss'. She had already been married by the time Kush stepped into the picture, so he knew his limits when it came to her. With a habit of having affairs in the past, Kush had lived a rather lonely life. As he approached middle age, he came to realize that he had never shared his life with a woman in marriage. Having children was something he had never considered, as he preferred the simple living under a quiet lifestyle. Most of the time he was sitting back, saving his money and only buying the bare necessities for life all while keeping his focus on the job at hand. Acting as the bodyguard for Sara Ali Khan Heigl for almost a decade now had it's fair share of good times, as well as the ugly moments.
For anyone whom craved a taste for gossip and rumors inside the lives of the rich and famous, Kush had experienced such things face to face. The summer of 2018 would mark a whole ten years since he had taken on his wok as Sara Ali Khan's bodyguard. As time moved on, Kush had witnessed her married life up close and personal. Her husband was a Country music singer, failing to make charts with his singles over the years. Rumors had sometimes swirled about affairs, as Kush had also heard the rumors about his wild times with partying during tours. Much work went towards maintaining their marriage, though both of them had their habits outside affairs. Kush' loyalty remained with the woman who was writing his pay checks every month. Whatever secrets she had, his lips remained sealed for all times. He understood that she sometimes had to take her frustrations out in other ways while her husband was away touring.
During the years, Kush had watched the career of an actress change throughout time. At Sara Ali Khan's high point, she was one of the highest paid actresses in Bollywood. It all changed with a string of box office bombs, leading her to try again with television shows. Regardless the outcome, he remained there at her side acting as her bodyguard at all times. Her life was mostly quiet, as she and her husband had to play as parents back home with their children. Kush never received the opportunity to deal with many interesting events, nothing such as a 'stalker fan' as one may have guessed. At one point, he had dealt with a man who attempted to extort the actress out of a few thousand dollars with the threat of leaking photos of her with another man. Kush took care of the incident, introducing her enemy to a baseball bat after spending a month tracking him down.
The car stopped at a driveway as Kush sat behind the wheel awaiting the big white gates. It always took a few seconds for the gates to open, something he had become used to over all these years. Usually it was on the count of about six to eight seconds, as he always knew the gates were coming undone. Moving the car forward, Kush parked in the same place he always brought his metallic silver Mercedes Benz. Sara Ali Khan's own white Lexus car was always parked in the same place. He backed up, so he could park right behind her vehicle. Sara had phoned him last night, informing Kush that she had a meeting to attend today downtown with her agent around 2 PM. He didn't poke her for any details, simply giving her his word that he would be there like any other time in the past. With the car pulled up, Kush reached for his cellphone within the inner pocket of his jacket.
He made a quick text message, alerting Sara that he was outside waiting. When there was a day like this, he never went to the front door. She was a woman who was very specific about where she wanted a bodyguard at all times. Kush didn't mind her instructions whatsoever, for he had nothing but the highest respect for a strong woman such as Sara. She was the type of woman who didn't put up with any nonsense from any man. Such strength in a woman had to be respected no matter what. If she wanted something, she took it all for herself. It was that side of her which Kush had admired the most. Glancing up into the rear-view mirror, he could see her stepping out of the front doors of her home and walking towards his car. She sore a black skirt with a matching jacket and a white buttoned up blouse beneath the jacket. Sara Ali Khan's long dark black hair was fixed up in a pony tail while a large pair of sunglasses covered her eyes. In her left hand, she clutched what appeared to be a few folders in a yellow color. A white leather purse was over her left shoulder. The right side back door opened and then Kush greeted her in his voice.
Good afternoon, Sara ."
"Hey there Kush, just on time as always."
She replied while having a seat in the back of his car. Once he heard the door close and the sound of her seat belt clicking, Kush knew to begin pulling the car out from her driveway. After spending so many years working with her, this was just his style to not waste any time in Sara Ali Khan's presence. The wheels of the Mercedes Benz rolled past the large gates before reaching the road again. After a minute, Kush spoke up to her.
"How's things been lately?"
Sara Ali Khan sighed before replying to him.
"You know, the usual."
Such a response like this was enough to tell Kush that Sara Ali Khan wasn't in a good mood this morning. The 'usual' meant her bored life at home or sometimes her career that wasn't quite the same as it once was. During the years of working alongside her, Kush had witnessed the rise and downfall of her time in Bollywood. Sara Ali Khan had seen better days long ago, but that didn't stop her from trying. Kush knew he was escorting her to a meeting that had to do with the possibility of a film role. He changed the subject slightly, trying to lighten up the mood and make her smile.
"So, how's the kids been?"
"They've been great lately. They're spending the week at their grandparents right now, so it's nice to have a bit of time off. It's hard enough though when your husband leaves and is on tour all the time. Sometimes I feel like a single parent in a big house, you know?"
Kush gripped the steering wheel tighter as he listened to Sara's response. Over the years, she had grown more trusting of him to speak of the issues within her marriage at times.
"What time you got right now, Kush?"
Her sudden shift of the subject was a surprise to him. His eyes glanced over at the digital clock near the air conditioner and heating controls of the car, just before shifting his view back to the road. Kush spoke up to Sara Ali Khan.
"I've got 1:17 at the moment."
"Alright, that's not bad. If my meeting goes as planned, I should be outta there before three."
Kush gripped the steering wheel as her words had now left him wondering. If Sara Ali Khan was organizing her day around a schedule, perhaps she had something else planned beyond this meeting. Despite his curiosity, he didn't speak up in regards to her words. All he did was focus on driving the vehicle and bringing the actress out where she needed to be for the day. While sitting in the back seat, Sara Ali Khan opened up her purse to retrieve her carton of cigarettes and a lighter. She usually smoked in the back of Kush' car, so he made sure an ash tray was always present among the backseat of the car. Silence filled the vehicle along with slight smoke as Sara Ali Khan had lit her cigarette and proceeded to begin smoking. It never bothered Kush since he had a habit of smoking back in his youth. After all, she was the one signing his checks so he wasn't going to complain about the smell regardless.
Less than twenty minutes passed when Kush pulled the car into the parking lot of her destination. Outside stood a tall building, just on the west end near Bollywood. Sara Ali Khan shoved her used cigarette into the ash tray before clutching her folders and stepping out of the car. Kush sat behind, watching something he had witnessed countless times before in the last several years. Sara Ali Khan Heigl left his vehicle and swaggered off. He always enjoyed to watch her walking off, extending her right leg out before the left. She was always marching in high heels, a confident woman who wasn't about to put up with anything that didn't go her way. As her bodyguard, he always sat back in the car when she had a meeting like this. It was Kush' duty to be there as her chauffeur when she had left. After a few minutes sitting in his car, he shut the engine off and stepped out. He needed a bit of fresh air in the afternoon sun while he waited around for her.
1 HOUR LATER
Grey clouds formed in the sky above while Kush had stepped through the front doors and into the lobby of the office. The building itself was almost like a lawyer's office, acting as a secluded place for a few executives in the film industry. Time had went by as he sat in the lobby flipping through a health magazine that was sitting on the coffee table. Sara Ali Khan's agent had soon arrived after them. The man stood tall in a black suit with short graying hair. Kush had seen him around but had never asked any questions about his presence. In his time as her bodyguard, Sara had went through a number of agents in Bollywood. The subject of the meeting was beyond locked doors, as he was left in the lobby occupying himself with the magazine. In the far corner, a young man sat with his arms crossed appearing bored out of his mind. Kush figured that he must have been waiting there for a much longer period of time than himself. Soon, the booming sound of stomps could be heard from the hallway as it grew louder with each passing second. Kush closed the magazine as he saw Sara Ali Khan storming out of the room. Glancing to Kush, she continued to march to the door with her heels stomping into the floor's surface.
"Come on, we're getting the fuck out of here."
From the tone of her voice and choice of words, he knew that she was not in a mood to be pushed around. When Sara Ali Khan became angry, she didn't hesitate one bit to unleash her wrath on anyone that got in her way. The meeting must have went sour going by her bad mood. Kush got up from his chair and followed her out the door, moving back to the car as he didn't waste any time whatsoever getting into the driver's side and shoving the key into the ignition. Sara found her way to the back seat, sitting among the same place she had before they had arrived. With the car now running, Kush began to pull out from the parking lot as he spoke up to her.
"You wanna go home?"
"Yeah, floor it! I don't want to waste another fucking minute at this shit hole place!"
Sara Ali Khan yelled to him. Kush soon realized just how angry she truly was. While he pulled away from the parking lot and moved the vehicle back on the roads, Sara Ali Khan's cellphone began to ring. Kush didn't utter a word as he focused on driving. Sara Ali Khan let the phone ring for a few seconds while laughing.
"Oh, now he wants to call me after I leave. What a fucking joke."
She laughed before answering the phone. Kush sat back in the driver's seat, piloting the car through traffic as a few seconds went by. He soon realized that the 'he' must have been referring to her agent, whom Kush did not see leave the building. Sara Ali Khan laughed again before talking back into the phone.
"So that's why you called me? You wanna know why I just up and left? I guess you're too fucking stupid to realize when I'm fed up. I was in there, negotiating all by myself while you just sat there doing nothing. Not once did you open your mouth and stick up for me when it was as clear as fucking daylight that I was getting screwed on the pay. You should know I'm not the type of woman in this business who's just gonna sit there and get fucked out of her pay."
Kush raised his eyebrow, gripping the steering wheel as he made a sharp turn through the traffic. He remained there, listening to Sara Ali Khan vent her frustrations back at her agent whom was soon to be fired before she hung the phone up.
"Oh no, I'm not falling for that one. Blaming the budget problems on special effects is an old trick, I've been there and heard that a hundred times. You must think I was born yesterday or something, Carl."
Biting down on his lower lip, Kush had to contain himself from laughing. Over the years, he took quiet pleasure in listening or watching Sara Ali Khan belittle men who attempted to screw her over. It was interesting to observe, as she was the type of woman who absolutely did not take any nonsense from men. Not even her husband was immune to her wrath of rage when a mood like this had fallen over her.
"Oh my god, you can't be this fucking stupid. Look, I don't give a shit how old you are, that don't make you smart. You must've spent a lot of time just kissing ass in the studio rather than doing anything. I saw it myself today when you just sat there and did nothing for me. You know what, Carl? You should pat yourself on the fucking back for that. Way to go!"
Kush couldn't prevent himself from chuckling after her latest exchange through the phone. It was only a matter of time she told him the two magic words that her previous agents had received. Sara Ali Khan had made it loud and clear she wasn't putting up with any excuses.
"No, there won't be a next time. You're fired, don't call me again."
Just like that, she hung up the phone after giving Carl his words of leave. Kush knew it was coming, as he had witnessed this several times in the past. If Sara was not satisfied with an agent, she didn't waste any time disposing of them on the spot. Silence filled the car as Kush was still focused on driving her back home. He listened as Sara took in a deep breath and let out what sounded to be a sigh of relief. After all this time, Kush finally spoke to her.
"I'm sorry you're having a bad day."
"You don't have any reason to apologize to me, Kush. I never have a problem with you. I wish that could be said for a certain agent right now who proved himself to be utterly worthless."
With his eyes focused on the road, Kush didn't reply back. Rain began to sprinkle down, sending drops over the windshield of the car. He eventually spoke out in frustration.
"Damn, I was hoping we could beat the rain."
"Hold on, that's my hubby calling."
After Sara had spoken, Kush didn't reply back. He continued to drive the car as he listened to her side of the cellphone conversation with her husband. Her tone of voice immediately changed as she spoke back into the phone.
"Hey baby, it's good to hear from you..."
She paused while the car was still moving down the wet streets. Sara continued speaking after a moment.
"No, I didn't get the role. They wanted me to take a pay cut, so I pretty much told them where they could shove it. Why should I get paid for less when I'm the only star power that's going to be in this movie?"
Taking another turn over the streets, Kush was back into Calabasas where Sara Ali Khan's multi-million dollar home awaited them.
"Yeah..."
Just after Sara had spoke a single word, she let out a sigh of frustration. Her tone of voice immediately shifted.
"Well, that's just great. I guess I'll call you back tomorrow. Love you, bye."
She hung up the phone before letting out another sigh. Kush could guess from how her voice had sounded, Sara Ali Khan was not satisfied whatsoever for the time being. Kush spoke up to her as he slowed down the car, ready to approach those familiar gates leading to her home.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. John had to go so he could talk to his manager. Ya know, cause his concert is more important than his wife."
Kush chuckled at Sara Ali Khan's comment. She was back into a rude mood, going by the sound of her voice. The car pulled back through the gates of her mansion only to come to a sudden stop in parking. As Sara Ali Khan opened the door on her side of the car, she spoke to the man in the driver's seat.
"Hey Kush..."
"Yes, Sara ?"
He turned around to glance into the back seat. The rain had stopped momentarily as the sound of the outside ambiance could be heard with the door opened. Sara looked back into his eyes and smiled before answering him back.
Grey clouds formed in the sky above while Kush had stepped through the front doors and into the lobby of the office. The building itself was almost like a lawyer's office, acting as a secluded place for a few executives in the film industry. Time had went by as he sat in the lobby flipping through a health magazine that was sitting on the coffee table. Sara Ali Khan's agent had soon arrived after them. The man stood tall in a black suit with short graying hair. Kush had seen him around but had never asked any questions about his presence. In his time as her bodyguard, Sara had went through a number of agents in Bollywood. The subject of the meeting was beyond locked doors, as he was left in the lobby occupying himself with the magazine. In the far corner, a young man sat with his arms crossed appearing bored out of his mind. Kush figured that he must have been waiting there for a much longer period of time than himself. Soon, the booming sound of stomps could be heard from the hallway as it grew louder with each passing second. Kush closed the magazine as he saw Sara Ali Khan storming out of the room. Glancing to Kush, she continued to march to the door with her heels stomping into the floor's surface.
"Come on, we're getting the fuck out of here."
From the tone of her voice and choice of words, he knew that she was not in a mood to be pushed around. When Sara Ali Khan became angry, she didn't hesitate one bit to unleash her wrath on anyone that got in her way. The meeting must have went sour going by her bad mood. Kush got up from his chair and followed her out the door, moving back to the car as he didn't waste any time whatsoever getting into the driver's side and shoving the key into the ignition. Sara found her way to the back seat, sitting among the same place she had before they had arrived. With the car now running, Kush began to pull out from the parking lot as he spoke up to her.
"You wanna go home?"
"Yeah, floor it! I don't want to waste another fucking minute at this shit hole place!"
Sara Ali Khan yelled to him. Kush soon realized just how angry she truly was. While he pulled away from the parking lot and moved the vehicle back on the roads, Sara Ali Khan's cellphone began to ring. Kush didn't utter a word as he focused on driving. Sara Ali Khan let the phone ring for a few seconds while laughing.
"Oh, now he wants to call me after I leave. What a fucking joke."
She laughed before answering the phone. Kush sat back in the driver's seat, piloting the car through traffic as a few seconds went by. He soon realized that the 'he' must have been referring to her agent, whom Kush did not see leave the building. Sara Ali Khan laughed again before talking back into the phone.
"So that's why you called me? You wanna know why I just up and left? I guess you're too fucking stupid to realize when I'm fed up. I was in there, negotiating all by myself while you just sat there doing nothing. Not once did you open your mouth and stick up for me when it was as clear as fucking daylight that I was getting screwed on the pay. You should know I'm not the type of woman in this business who's just gonna sit there and get fucked out of her pay."
Kush raised his eyebrow, gripping the steering wheel as he made a sharp turn through the traffic. He remained there, listening to Sara Ali Khan vent her frustrations back at her agent whom was soon to be fired before she hung the phone up.
"Oh no, I'm not falling for that one. Blaming the budget problems on special effects is an old trick, I've been there and heard that a hundred times. You must think I was born yesterday or something, Carl."
Biting down on his lower lip, Kush had to contain himself from laughing. Over the years, he took quiet pleasure in listening or watching Sara Ali Khan belittle men who attempted to screw her over. It was interesting to observe, as she was the type of woman who absolutely did not take any nonsense from men. Not even her husband was immune to her wrath of rage when a mood like this had fallen over her.
"Oh my god, you can't be this fucking stupid. Look, I don't give a shit how old you are, that don't make you smart. You must've spent a lot of time just kissing ass in the studio rather than doing anything. I saw it myself today when you just sat there and did nothing for me. You know what, Carl? You should pat yourself on the fucking back for that. Way to go!"
Kush couldn't prevent himself from chuckling after her latest exchange through the phone. It was only a matter of time she told him the two magic words that her previous agents had received. Sara Ali Khan had made it loud and clear she wasn't putting up with any excuses.
"No, there won't be a next time. You're fired, don't call me again."
Just like that, she hung up the phone after giving Carl his words of leave. Kush knew it was coming, as he had witnessed this several times in the past. If Sara was not satisfied with an agent, she didn't waste any time disposing of them on the spot. Silence filled the car as Kush was still focused on driving her back home. He listened as Sara took in a deep breath and let out what sounded to be a sigh of relief. After all this time, Kush finally spoke to her.
"I'm sorry you're having a bad day."
"You don't have any reason to apologize to me, Kush. I never have a problem with you. I wish that could be said for a certain agent right now who proved himself to be utterly worthless."
With his eyes focused on the road, Kush didn't reply back. Rain began to sprinkle down, sending drops over the windshield of the car. He eventually spoke out in frustration.
"Damn, I was hoping we could beat the rain."
"Hold on, that's my hubby calling."
After Sara had spoken, Kush didn't reply back. He continued to drive the car as he listened to her side of the cellphone conversation with her husband. Her tone of voice immediately changed as she spoke back into the phone.
"Hey baby, it's good to hear from you..."
She paused while the car was still moving down the wet streets. Sara continued speaking after a moment.
"No, I didn't get the role. They wanted me to take a pay cut, so I pretty much told them where they could shove it. Why should I get paid for less when I'm the only star power that's going to be in this movie?"
Taking another turn over the streets, Kush was back into Calabasas where Sara Ali Khan's multi-million dollar home awaited them.
"Yeah..."
Just after Sara had spoke a single word, she let out a sigh of frustration. Her tone of voice immediately shifted.
"Well, that's just great. I guess I'll call you back tomorrow. Love you, bye."
She hung up the phone before letting out another sigh. Kush could guess from how her voice had sounded, Sara Ali Khan was not satisfied whatsoever for the time being. Kush spoke up to her as he slowed down the car, ready to approach those familiar gates leading to her home.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. John had to go so he could talk to his manager. Ya know, cause his concert is more important than his wife."
Kush chuckled at Sara Ali Khan's comment. She was back into a rude mood, going by the sound of her voice. The car pulled back through the gates of her mansion only to come to a sudden stop in parking. As Sara Ali Khan opened the door on her side of the car, she spoke to the man in the driver's seat.
"Hey Kush..."
"Yes, Sara ?"
He turned around to glance into the back seat. The rain had stopped momentarily as the sound of the outside ambiance could be heard with the door opened. Sara looked back into his eyes and smiled before answering him back.
"Are you busy today?"
"No, I was gonna go back home and relax a bit after the day with you."
"Is that so? Well, I wouldn't mind some company. You wanna come get a drink with me?"
Kush nodded to her.
"Yeah, sure. I ain't doing anything else for the day, I'd love to have a drink with you."
It was common for Sara to invite him into her house as the years had passed on. She had learned to trust him, as he had remained one person in her circle to never cause any stress. Over the years, Kush knew her home quite well. He turned the key in the car to shut the engine off, just as the rain was beginning to come down yet again. Sara hurried to the front door of her luxury home while Kush was only steps away from following her. They were both greeted to the silence of her home, as Kush stepped through the door. Sara turned and smiled to him.
"I'm gonna go go change into something more comfortable. I'll meet you in the living room."
"That's fine by me."
She smirked after he had answered her back. Kush could sense Sara 's mood beginning to change, as her anger levels seemed to be wearing down. Her heels stomped loudly over the floor, fading off into the distance as he began to march to the living room of her home. Kush knew her home all too well. There was a sense of familiarity that always fell upon his mind when he walked through the halls and various rooms. Once he reached the living room, he let out a sigh and began to unbutton the jacket of his suit. The room itself was radiating in heat, as he needed to get rid of the jacket and toss it over a chair. Dark mahogany wood covered the walls of the living room, adding a touch of elegance among the luxurious furniture pieces. A light blue couch was off to the distance near two tables. A lounge chair was in the same light blue color, matching the couch. Hanging from the walls were various portraits and framed photographs. Some of them were more personal than others, as they revealed Sara and her husband together.
Kush noticed most of their portraits together had been professionally shot and done in black and white style. A sense of elegance and tradition could be felt going by the choice of photos that hung from the wall, as well as the luxurious pieces of furniture. Kush had been in this room many times before, as he had often felt comfortable while relaxing inside Sara 's home. Far away in the house, he could hear her heels stomping down over the wooden floor surface as they became louder with each passing second. She was returning to him at last. He looked away from the framed photos among the wall and turned his sight back to the doorway. Sara made her entrance, stepping through in to reunite with him in a light pink button up shirt and still wearing the skirt from earlier. She had unpinned her blonde hair, allowing it to hang down with a split down the middle. The first few buttons of her shirt were undone, allowing her massive cleavage to poke out towards his eye sight. She was dressed to kill, as impressive as ever. In her left hand, she held a bottle of scotch while her right hand had two small wine goblets between her fingers. Kush smiled at her and spoke.
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Welcome back, Sara ."
"Thank you, Kush."
She spoke while stomping her heels towards him. She stepped away from him, stomping her heels over to the coffee table where she set the two glasses and the bottle alone. Kush stayed near the doorway, watching Sara 's movements. When she bent over, he couldn't resist the urge to stare down at her lovely ass. Her skirt had moved up a slight bit, revealing her thighs. He glanced away before she could catch him, as he usually did not cross his eyes over her body in a tasteful way. Walking over to the coffee table with her, he watched her unscrew the top of the bottle. She had previously poured a few glasses from the same bottle, evident by a portion of the top appearing empty. He thought of something quick to compliment her looks, as Kush was unable to help himself with the attraction he had towards her at the moment.
"You look lovely, Sara ."
"Thanks..."
Her tone of voice was almost harsh, giving him the impression that she may have still been in a rude mood. He watched her pour out the whiskey into the two glasses. Sara handed one to him and then took the other one. She leaned up, looking him in the eyes as they held their two glasses. Sara softly smiled before speaking to him.
"To us, as friends."
Kush returned the smile, nodding his head. Knowing how she liked to drink straight out the bottle with no ice, he couldn't help but to joke about it.
"Yes, to us. You sure you wanna drink this without ice?"
Letting out a sigh, Sara rolled her eyes at him.
"When's the last time we both had a drink with ice, Kush?"
He let out a laugh, seeing as he could still get her to flare that attitude towards him. She was so sexy when she had a bit of rage in her. Together they pushed their glasses together, dinging them before they both went for a sip of the drink. Sara 's big brown eyes gazed back at him as she sucked every drop of the hot whiskey liquid between her lips. Once she had finished off her glass, she set it down over the coffee table. Kush took a little longer to drink a bit of the scotch. He didn't particularly care for drinking alcohol without ice, but he did it for her sake. Once he set the glass down, Sara spoke once more.
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Thank you for always being there for me, I appreciate it. It's nice to know I still have someone I can depend on to be around and not run off."
"It's no problem, Sara . I've been at your side now for a long time, I ain't planning on leaving any time soon."
His words had made her smile back at him. Sara stepped away from him, gazing around the room as she stomped her heels forward over the wooden floor down below. All Kush could do was stand there and look at the figure of the actress.
"Do you need to get back home soon, Kush? I was hoping you could stay and keep me company."
"No, I don't have anything else to do tonight."
Sara turned around and smiled at him, before giving a nod.
"Perfect. Since my husband isn't going to be home any time soon and this house is empty, I'm glad I won't be alone tonight."
Kush couldn't believe the words she had spoken to him. He raised his eyebrow, processing her words through his mind. Over all the years he had worked alongside as her bodyguard, Sara never flirted with him. He knew of her affairs when her husband was away, but this was the first time she had said something directly to him with a hint of seduction. Still in shock, he had to make sure this wasn't any kind of joke from her.
"Really? You want me here, you aren't gonna call someone-"
Placing her hands on her hips, Sara cut him off with her loud voice roaring in authority.
"No! Do you wanna have some fun with me or not?"
Still unsure, Kush sighed and wanted to make sure that he was hearing her words correctly.
"Are you sure about this, Sara ? I mean, we've been friends before, but you usually have some other guy off to the side that you call for this sorta thing."
Tilting her head, the woman seemed to be irritated with his response. Sara kept her hands on her hips, calling out to Kush in an angry tone of voice.
"What the fuck does that mean? Do you not wanna have some fun with me, Kush?"
Her pink lips curved into a smile. Sara now had the idea to tease and mock him.
"Let me guess, you don't like to fuck white women. Is that it? I'm too white for you, Kush?"
"Hell no!"
Finally her efforts of teasing were beginning to pay off. Sara nodded at him with a smug smirk across her face, still holding her hips under her hands.
Prove it, then. Take off your fucking clothes."
Sara 's voice commanded authority to the man. Kush took a deep breath and began to unbutton his shirt while she stood there and watched. Over time he had often had a fantasy for Sara but would immediately block it out of his mind any time. This was his one moment to fulfill such a fantasy by having an affair with not only his boss, but a famous woman. Kush knew that many men dreamed over this, as many could only chase Sara in their imaginations alone. Now she was in complete control, standing there and ordering him to take off his clothes. After Kush had taken his shirt off and dropped it to the floor, he leaned down to untie his shoes. Sara remained standing there, observing his every move. She unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing what was a purple laced push up bra containing her breasts. She didn't speak aloud again until Kush had pushed his pants and underwear down and stepped his naked body out of them. His clothes had become nothing more than a pile on the floor and she was satisfied to have the black man standing naked before her.
"Very nice, I like what I see."
Her eyes instantly glanced down, seeing his hardening black snake hanging below. Sara threw off her shirt, standing there in nothing more than her black skirt, high heels and the purple push-up bra. She approached Kush, standing directly in front of him. Sara watched his eyes glance down into her heavy cleavage, something she had caught him doing at times when he thought she wasn't observing him.
She used both of her little white hands to grab his cock, twisting her fingers to softly grip the thick shaft. As her big brown eyes gazed back at him, Sara didn't utter another word as she pushed her pink lips to his for a soft kiss. Kush opened his mouth, inviting her tongue to dance along his as the kiss became one of sweet tenderness. A soft moan was uttered from Sara as she continued kissing him while moving her hands back and forth to stroke his hardening long black cock. Once their lips were finally pushed apart, Sara grinned at him and lowered herself down to her knees. Her hands still worked his cock back and forth. Kush couldn't help but to joke at her now.
"Does your husband know you'd cheat on him with a black man?"
Sara halted herself from stroking his cock. She squeezed it hard with her left hand while raising her right hand to point a finger upward at his face.
"Don't say another fucking word about my husband tonight. You're here, he's not. This is about you and me, not him. I don't wanna hear another word about him outta your mouth again tonight, understood?"
"No, I was gonna go back home and relax a bit after the day with you."
"Is that so? Well, I wouldn't mind some company. You wanna come get a drink with me?"
Kush nodded to her.
"Yeah, sure. I ain't doing anything else for the day, I'd love to have a drink with you."
It was common for Sara to invite him into her house as the years had passed on. She had learned to trust him, as he had remained one person in her circle to never cause any stress. Over the years, Kush knew her home quite well. He turned the key in the car to shut the engine off, just as the rain was beginning to come down yet again. Sara hurried to the front door of her luxury home while Kush was only steps away from following her. They were both greeted to the silence of her home, as Kush stepped through the door. Sara turned and smiled to him.
"I'm gonna go go change into something more comfortable. I'll meet you in the living room."
"That's fine by me."
She smirked after he had answered her back. Kush could sense Sara 's mood beginning to change, as her anger levels seemed to be wearing down. Her heels stomped loudly over the floor, fading off into the distance as he began to march to the living room of her home. Kush knew her home all too well. There was a sense of familiarity that always fell upon his mind when he walked through the halls and various rooms. Once he reached the living room, he let out a sigh and began to unbutton the jacket of his suit. The room itself was radiating in heat, as he needed to get rid of the jacket and toss it over a chair. Dark mahogany wood covered the walls of the living room, adding a touch of elegance among the luxurious furniture pieces. A light blue couch was off to the distance near two tables. A lounge chair was in the same light blue color, matching the couch. Hanging from the walls were various portraits and framed photographs. Some of them were more personal than others, as they revealed Sara and her husband together.
Kush noticed most of their portraits together had been professionally shot and done in black and white style. A sense of elegance and tradition could be felt going by the choice of photos that hung from the wall, as well as the luxurious pieces of furniture. Kush had been in this room many times before, as he had often felt comfortable while relaxing inside Sara 's home. Far away in the house, he could hear her heels stomping down over the wooden floor surface as they became louder with each passing second. She was returning to him at last. He looked away from the framed photos among the wall and turned his sight back to the doorway. Sara made her entrance, stepping through in to reunite with him in a light pink button up shirt and still wearing the skirt from earlier. She had unpinned her blonde hair, allowing it to hang down with a split down the middle. The first few buttons of her shirt were undone, allowing her massive cleavage to poke out towards his eye sight. She was dressed to kill, as impressive as ever. In her left hand, she held a bottle of scotch while her right hand had two small wine goblets between her fingers. Kush smiled at her and spoke.
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"Thank you, Kush."
She spoke while stomping her heels towards him. She stepped away from him, stomping her heels over to the coffee table where she set the two glasses and the bottle alone. Kush stayed near the doorway, watching Sara 's movements. When she bent over, he couldn't resist the urge to stare down at her lovely ass. Her skirt had moved up a slight bit, revealing her thighs. He glanced away before she could catch him, as he usually did not cross his eyes over her body in a tasteful way. Walking over to the coffee table with her, he watched her unscrew the top of the bottle. She had previously poured a few glasses from the same bottle, evident by a portion of the top appearing empty. He thought of something quick to compliment her looks, as Kush was unable to help himself with the attraction he had towards her at the moment.
"You look lovely, Sara ."
"Thanks..."
Her tone of voice was almost harsh, giving him the impression that she may have still been in a rude mood. He watched her pour out the whiskey into the two glasses. Sara handed one to him and then took the other one. She leaned up, looking him in the eyes as they held their two glasses. Sara softly smiled before speaking to him.
"To us, as friends."
Kush returned the smile, nodding his head. Knowing how she liked to drink straight out the bottle with no ice, he couldn't help but to joke about it.
"Yes, to us. You sure you wanna drink this without ice?"
Letting out a sigh, Sara rolled her eyes at him.
"When's the last time we both had a drink with ice, Kush?"
He let out a laugh, seeing as he could still get her to flare that attitude towards him. She was so sexy when she had a bit of rage in her. Together they pushed their glasses together, dinging them before they both went for a sip of the drink. Sara 's big brown eyes gazed back at him as she sucked every drop of the hot whiskey liquid between her lips. Once she had finished off her glass, she set it down over the coffee table. Kush took a little longer to drink a bit of the scotch. He didn't particularly care for drinking alcohol without ice, but he did it for her sake. Once he set the glass down, Sara spoke once more.
free url uploadThank you for always being there for me, I appreciate it. It's nice to know I still have someone I can depend on to be around and not run off."
"It's no problem, Sara . I've been at your side now for a long time, I ain't planning on leaving any time soon."
His words had made her smile back at him. Sara stepped away from him, gazing around the room as she stomped her heels forward over the wooden floor down below. All Kush could do was stand there and look at the figure of the actress.
"Do you need to get back home soon, Kush? I was hoping you could stay and keep me company."
"No, I don't have anything else to do tonight."
Sara turned around and smiled at him, before giving a nod.
"Perfect. Since my husband isn't going to be home any time soon and this house is empty, I'm glad I won't be alone tonight."
Kush couldn't believe the words she had spoken to him. He raised his eyebrow, processing her words through his mind. Over all the years he had worked alongside as her bodyguard, Sara never flirted with him. He knew of her affairs when her husband was away, but this was the first time she had said something directly to him with a hint of seduction. Still in shock, he had to make sure this wasn't any kind of joke from her.
"Really? You want me here, you aren't gonna call someone-"
Placing her hands on her hips, Sara cut him off with her loud voice roaring in authority.
"No! Do you wanna have some fun with me or not?"
Still unsure, Kush sighed and wanted to make sure that he was hearing her words correctly.
"Are you sure about this, Sara ? I mean, we've been friends before, but you usually have some other guy off to the side that you call for this sorta thing."
Tilting her head, the woman seemed to be irritated with his response. Sara kept her hands on her hips, calling out to Kush in an angry tone of voice.
"What the fuck does that mean? Do you not wanna have some fun with me, Kush?"
Her pink lips curved into a smile. Sara now had the idea to tease and mock him.
"Let me guess, you don't like to fuck white women. Is that it? I'm too white for you, Kush?"
"Hell no!"
Finally her efforts of teasing were beginning to pay off. Sara nodded at him with a smug smirk across her face, still holding her hips under her hands.
Prove it, then. Take off your fucking clothes."
Sara 's voice commanded authority to the man. Kush took a deep breath and began to unbutton his shirt while she stood there and watched. Over time he had often had a fantasy for Sara but would immediately block it out of his mind any time. This was his one moment to fulfill such a fantasy by having an affair with not only his boss, but a famous woman. Kush knew that many men dreamed over this, as many could only chase Sara in their imaginations alone. Now she was in complete control, standing there and ordering him to take off his clothes. After Kush had taken his shirt off and dropped it to the floor, he leaned down to untie his shoes. Sara remained standing there, observing his every move. She unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing what was a purple laced push up bra containing her breasts. She didn't speak aloud again until Kush had pushed his pants and underwear down and stepped his naked body out of them. His clothes had become nothing more than a pile on the floor and she was satisfied to have the black man standing naked before her.
"Very nice, I like what I see."
Her eyes instantly glanced down, seeing his hardening black snake hanging below. Sara threw off her shirt, standing there in nothing more than her black skirt, high heels and the purple push-up bra. She approached Kush, standing directly in front of him. Sara watched his eyes glance down into her heavy cleavage, something she had caught him doing at times when he thought she wasn't observing him.
She used both of her little white hands to grab his cock, twisting her fingers to softly grip the thick shaft. As her big brown eyes gazed back at him, Sara didn't utter another word as she pushed her pink lips to his for a soft kiss. Kush opened his mouth, inviting her tongue to dance along his as the kiss became one of sweet tenderness. A soft moan was uttered from Sara as she continued kissing him while moving her hands back and forth to stroke his hardening long black cock. Once their lips were finally pushed apart, Sara grinned at him and lowered herself down to her knees. Her hands still worked his cock back and forth. Kush couldn't help but to joke at her now.
"Does your husband know you'd cheat on him with a black man?"
Sara halted herself from stroking his cock. She squeezed it hard with her left hand while raising her right hand to point a finger upward at his face.
"Don't say another fucking word about my husband tonight. You're here, he's not. This is about you and me, not him. I don't wanna hear another word about him outta your mouth again tonight, understood?"
With such a hostile response, Kush raised his eyebrow down at her. He didn't expect her to react like this, so he simply nodded his head upon reply.
"Yes, sorry about that."
This woman thought she was in complete control of him, Kush thought to himself. He almost had replied with a sarcastic 'yes boss' back at her. This was the way Sara always handled herself, a true woman of strength who took the things she wanted and didn't put up with any nonsense. 'The bitch in heels' as Kush thought to himself as a fitting nickname. She was a boss not just with his job but now demonstrating her command down on her knees. Sara broke eye contact with him as she looked down at his giant black cock. Now that she had stiffened his dick up to it's full length in hardness, she licked her lips ready to devour a dark treat. Kush breathed in as he felt her tongue crossing over the head of his length. Sara shoved her little white hand down to the base of his shaft and then brought the head into her mouth. She began to softly suck on his long black meat, causing him to moan aloud.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah..."
'Mmmmmm', she moaned while shoving her tongue against his rod and bobbing her lips up and down. Sara closed her eyes and began to pump her hand up and down his cock in sync with her lips pushing down. What she didn't suck between her lips, she stroked with her hand, giving him the dual pleasure of her hand and mouth simultaneously. Kush threw his head back, moaning as the sounds of Sara slobbering and sucking on his cock were heard loud and clear from the floor below.
"God, that feels so fucking good."
He placed his right hand down through her long blonde hair, pushing the back of her head as she continued to work her lips up and down his thick black pole. She may have thought she was the boss and in complete control of him at the moment, but that was going to change eventually. Sara immediately opened her eyes and glared up at him. She brought her lips up, releasing his cock with a loud popping sound as she looked up into his eyes with a face of rage.
"Get your hand out of hair, right fucking now."
"Or what? What are you gonna do about it?"
Raising her eyebrow, Sara did not expect Kush to say this. He even smiled at her, teasing her with a little grin as she felt his fingers tightening in her hair. His cock was right under her chin, still gripping it in with her left hand. She gripped it tighter, still starring up into his eyes as she parted her lips and spit on the head. Kush had enticed her angry side and she knew just how to punish him with her response.
"Or I'm not gonna bother sucking on this big, beautiful black cock for very long. I'll just give you a handjob while sucking on the head. How about that?"
She flashed him her signature, smart ass smirk after speaking. All Kush did was laugh at her and nod.
"You say that like it would be a bad thing!"
Without replying to him, Sara pushed his cock back between her lips and began to suck on the head, just as she said she would. She figured since he was fine with this, she would indeed do it. While sucking on the head, Sara began to pump her left hand up and down, stroking his long black cock as fast as she could move her fingers. Kush kept his hand in her hair, feeling like he had won this argument with his boss.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! Suck it baby, suck my fucking cock!"
Letting out a moan against his shaft, Sara bobbed her head up and down only to suck the first few inches all while her hand was still working the remainder of his long dark meat. She didn't plan to spend all her time on her knees with sucking his cock. Sara had other plans as she knew what her body was built for. After another minute of stroking and sucking his cock together with the effort of her hand and mouth, she finally stopped and popped her lips off the head loudly. Kush removed his hand from her and gazed down at her as she situated herself up properly on her knees. It wasn't until she pushed down the right shoulder strap of her bra, he then realized what she was about to do. Sara took her bra off and tossed it to the side, allowing her big breasts to fall freely from their previous encasing. Kush couldn't hold himself back from reaching down and fondling her great big white tits in his hands. Sara looked up into his eyes and moaned.
"Mmmmmm, you wanna fuck these big titties, Kush? You wanna shove that big fucking black cock between my milky white tits?"
"Fuck yeah!"
Sara moaned once more when she felt his hands squeezing her breasts. Her nipples hardened up against the back side of his fingers. She waited until he let go of her breasts and then she went to work. Grabbing her breasts, she moved them over his giant black pole, squeezing them tightly. Kush took a deep breath as he experienced the complete firmness of Sara 's big breasts wrapped around his cock. This was a fantasy coming true after all those years. Licking her lips, Sara looked down to see the contrast of their skin tone as she squeezed her breasts around his dark shaft.
"Ohhhhhh, man! I've always wanted to fuck these tits!"
Taking another deep breath, Sara gritted her teeth and glared up at him with her eyes as she began to slowly pump her breasts up and down his black cock. To hear him say that he always wanted to fuck her tits had given her a reason to tease him with some filthy choice of words. Still gazing into his eyes, she spoke in a low voice while pumping her breasts up and down over his big black cock.
"You always wanted to fuck my big white tits, huh?"
"Fuck yeah, baby! Ohhhh, yes!!"
"Mmmmmmm, you always did like to stare at them. And you thought I didn't catch you all those tits."
She let out a soft giggle after uttering her words. Kush couldn't look at her face, his sight was down below watching the head of his cock poke up with each thrust she made with her great natural breasts. She knew exactly how to work her tits, fucking his cock with them to the point he was breathing heavily and moaning aloud. Kush eventually couldn't help himself. He had to bring his hands down and squeeze those white breasts with his fingers. Sara felt he was taking control by moving his hands over her tits, so she stopped and called out for him.
"Come on and do it! Don't be fucking lazy about it! If you want these big titties, fuck 'em! Fuck my titties with your big fucking black dick!"
The aggressive tone in her voice was enough to make Kush begin bucking his hips hard, thrusting his long black pole back and forth between her breasts. Positioning her hands beneath her breasts to hold them up under his hands, Sara still locked her eyes with his face as she called out to him again in sweet dirty words.
"That's it, ohhhhh yeah! That's it, mmmmmmm! Fuck those big titties, Kush! I just love feeling that big fucking black dick pounding between my tits! Keep going, don't stop! Fuck those titties like you've always wanted to!"
Closing her eyes, she let out a loud giggle as he began to move faster and harder, still bucking his hips forward to drive that big black cock between her milky white breasts. Sara knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back even if he wanted to. She had determined all from the start that she was going to make Kush blow a load for her while she was on her knees. His balls rubbed over the undersides of her breasts with each full thrust he sent between them. Kush groaned, crying out to her.
Goddamn, these big titties are the fucking best!"
Sara giggled again, opening her eyes to watch his long black pole thrusting between her breasts.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! That's right, Kush! You just LOVE a white woman like me with blonde hair and big titties, don't you even try to fucking deny it! Fuck my titties, Kush! Fuck 'em, you handsome black stud!!"
"OHHHHH, FUCK! OHHHHH, MAN!!"
With his voice elevating into louder levels, Sara was well aware that he wouldn't be able to hold back his orgasm from approaching soon. Glancing down, she watched his cock poking up from between her tits. Kush moved his hands away from them, allowing Sara to squeeze them tighter around his black pole. Each time it poked up, she darted her tongue out to flick the head. Within seconds, Kush was panting and he slowed down his thrusts. This was the moment that Sara knew that he was about to blow his hot load for her. His voice cried before he groaned aloud. When Sara glanced up to see him drop his lower lip and curl his face up, she knew it was time. She squeezed her breasts as tightly as she could and wrapped her soft pink lips around the head of his big black dick.
"OHHHHHHHHHH, GOD!! OHHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!"
As he began to cry aloud, Kush' cock exploded between Sara 's lips, rewarding her with her efforts. After fucking his long chocolate stick with her tits, it had given her that creamy warm milkshake that she desired so dearly. Her eyes remained locked on his face as she milked wad after wad of his cum into her loving mouth.
"OH GOD, OHHH GOD, OHHHHH GOD!!"
Kush' voice sounded almost as if he were going to cry. Sara made sure to drain his thick cock of every bit of cum it shot out into her oral canal. She had made many men cum in the past, but not many would wail and scream like Kush was doing. He almost sounded like a dying animal once he had reached his climax. After she released his cock from her mouth, Sara didn't waste a second swallowing his steamy load down her throat. Kush was still panting and breathing deeply. He took a few steps backwards before sitting down over the light blue colored couch. Sara smiled in arrogance, knowing that she had control control over this tall black man. She had made him wail and scream aloud, as well as forcing him to become weak in the knees from her pleasures. A trail of wetness had developed between her thighs, tricking down since Sara had removed her panties from beneath her skirt earlier. Soon she would have that giant black cock right in her pussy, but not just yet. As he sat on the couch, Sara crawled between his legs and grabbed his cock before poking her head up from between his legs. With a smirk, she spoke while stroking his cock between the grip of her left hand like before.
"Yes, sorry about that."
This woman thought she was in complete control of him, Kush thought to himself. He almost had replied with a sarcastic 'yes boss' back at her. This was the way Sara always handled herself, a true woman of strength who took the things she wanted and didn't put up with any nonsense. 'The bitch in heels' as Kush thought to himself as a fitting nickname. She was a boss not just with his job but now demonstrating her command down on her knees. Sara broke eye contact with him as she looked down at his giant black cock. Now that she had stiffened his dick up to it's full length in hardness, she licked her lips ready to devour a dark treat. Kush breathed in as he felt her tongue crossing over the head of his length. Sara shoved her little white hand down to the base of his shaft and then brought the head into her mouth. She began to softly suck on his long black meat, causing him to moan aloud.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah..."
'Mmmmmm', she moaned while shoving her tongue against his rod and bobbing her lips up and down. Sara closed her eyes and began to pump her hand up and down his cock in sync with her lips pushing down. What she didn't suck between her lips, she stroked with her hand, giving him the dual pleasure of her hand and mouth simultaneously. Kush threw his head back, moaning as the sounds of Sara slobbering and sucking on his cock were heard loud and clear from the floor below.
"God, that feels so fucking good."
He placed his right hand down through her long blonde hair, pushing the back of her head as she continued to work her lips up and down his thick black pole. She may have thought she was the boss and in complete control of him at the moment, but that was going to change eventually. Sara immediately opened her eyes and glared up at him. She brought her lips up, releasing his cock with a loud popping sound as she looked up into his eyes with a face of rage.
"Get your hand out of hair, right fucking now."
"Or what? What are you gonna do about it?"
Raising her eyebrow, Sara did not expect Kush to say this. He even smiled at her, teasing her with a little grin as she felt his fingers tightening in her hair. His cock was right under her chin, still gripping it in with her left hand. She gripped it tighter, still starring up into his eyes as she parted her lips and spit on the head. Kush had enticed her angry side and she knew just how to punish him with her response.
"Or I'm not gonna bother sucking on this big, beautiful black cock for very long. I'll just give you a handjob while sucking on the head. How about that?"
She flashed him her signature, smart ass smirk after speaking. All Kush did was laugh at her and nod.
"You say that like it would be a bad thing!"
Without replying to him, Sara pushed his cock back between her lips and began to suck on the head, just as she said she would. She figured since he was fine with this, she would indeed do it. While sucking on the head, Sara began to pump her left hand up and down, stroking his long black cock as fast as she could move her fingers. Kush kept his hand in her hair, feeling like he had won this argument with his boss.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! Suck it baby, suck my fucking cock!"
Letting out a moan against his shaft, Sara bobbed her head up and down only to suck the first few inches all while her hand was still working the remainder of his long dark meat. She didn't plan to spend all her time on her knees with sucking his cock. Sara had other plans as she knew what her body was built for. After another minute of stroking and sucking his cock together with the effort of her hand and mouth, she finally stopped and popped her lips off the head loudly. Kush removed his hand from her and gazed down at her as she situated herself up properly on her knees. It wasn't until she pushed down the right shoulder strap of her bra, he then realized what she was about to do. Sara took her bra off and tossed it to the side, allowing her big breasts to fall freely from their previous encasing. Kush couldn't hold himself back from reaching down and fondling her great big white tits in his hands. Sara looked up into his eyes and moaned.
"Mmmmmm, you wanna fuck these big titties, Kush? You wanna shove that big fucking black cock between my milky white tits?"
"Fuck yeah!"
Sara moaned once more when she felt his hands squeezing her breasts. Her nipples hardened up against the back side of his fingers. She waited until he let go of her breasts and then she went to work. Grabbing her breasts, she moved them over his giant black pole, squeezing them tightly. Kush took a deep breath as he experienced the complete firmness of Sara 's big breasts wrapped around his cock. This was a fantasy coming true after all those years. Licking her lips, Sara looked down to see the contrast of their skin tone as she squeezed her breasts around his dark shaft.
"Ohhhhhh, man! I've always wanted to fuck these tits!"
Taking another deep breath, Sara gritted her teeth and glared up at him with her eyes as she began to slowly pump her breasts up and down his black cock. To hear him say that he always wanted to fuck her tits had given her a reason to tease him with some filthy choice of words. Still gazing into his eyes, she spoke in a low voice while pumping her breasts up and down over his big black cock.
"You always wanted to fuck my big white tits, huh?"
"Fuck yeah, baby! Ohhhh, yes!!"
"Mmmmmmm, you always did like to stare at them. And you thought I didn't catch you all those tits."
She let out a soft giggle after uttering her words. Kush couldn't look at her face, his sight was down below watching the head of his cock poke up with each thrust she made with her great natural breasts. She knew exactly how to work her tits, fucking his cock with them to the point he was breathing heavily and moaning aloud. Kush eventually couldn't help himself. He had to bring his hands down and squeeze those white breasts with his fingers. Sara felt he was taking control by moving his hands over her tits, so she stopped and called out for him.
"Come on and do it! Don't be fucking lazy about it! If you want these big titties, fuck 'em! Fuck my titties with your big fucking black dick!"
The aggressive tone in her voice was enough to make Kush begin bucking his hips hard, thrusting his long black pole back and forth between her breasts. Positioning her hands beneath her breasts to hold them up under his hands, Sara still locked her eyes with his face as she called out to him again in sweet dirty words.
"That's it, ohhhhh yeah! That's it, mmmmmmm! Fuck those big titties, Kush! I just love feeling that big fucking black dick pounding between my tits! Keep going, don't stop! Fuck those titties like you've always wanted to!"
Closing her eyes, she let out a loud giggle as he began to move faster and harder, still bucking his hips forward to drive that big black cock between her milky white breasts. Sara knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back even if he wanted to. She had determined all from the start that she was going to make Kush blow a load for her while she was on her knees. His balls rubbed over the undersides of her breasts with each full thrust he sent between them. Kush groaned, crying out to her.
Goddamn, these big titties are the fucking best!"
Sara giggled again, opening her eyes to watch his long black pole thrusting between her breasts.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! That's right, Kush! You just LOVE a white woman like me with blonde hair and big titties, don't you even try to fucking deny it! Fuck my titties, Kush! Fuck 'em, you handsome black stud!!"
"OHHHHH, FUCK! OHHHHH, MAN!!"
With his voice elevating into louder levels, Sara was well aware that he wouldn't be able to hold back his orgasm from approaching soon. Glancing down, she watched his cock poking up from between her tits. Kush moved his hands away from them, allowing Sara to squeeze them tighter around his black pole. Each time it poked up, she darted her tongue out to flick the head. Within seconds, Kush was panting and he slowed down his thrusts. This was the moment that Sara knew that he was about to blow his hot load for her. His voice cried before he groaned aloud. When Sara glanced up to see him drop his lower lip and curl his face up, she knew it was time. She squeezed her breasts as tightly as she could and wrapped her soft pink lips around the head of his big black dick.
"OHHHHHHHHHH, GOD!! OHHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!"
As he began to cry aloud, Kush' cock exploded between Sara 's lips, rewarding her with her efforts. After fucking his long chocolate stick with her tits, it had given her that creamy warm milkshake that she desired so dearly. Her eyes remained locked on his face as she milked wad after wad of his cum into her loving mouth.
"OH GOD, OHHH GOD, OHHHHH GOD!!"
Kush' voice sounded almost as if he were going to cry. Sara made sure to drain his thick cock of every bit of cum it shot out into her oral canal. She had made many men cum in the past, but not many would wail and scream like Kush was doing. He almost sounded like a dying animal once he had reached his climax. After she released his cock from her mouth, Sara didn't waste a second swallowing his steamy load down her throat. Kush was still panting and breathing deeply. He took a few steps backwards before sitting down over the light blue colored couch. Sara smiled in arrogance, knowing that she had control control over this tall black man. She had made him wail and scream aloud, as well as forcing him to become weak in the knees from her pleasures. A trail of wetness had developed between her thighs, tricking down since Sara had removed her panties from beneath her skirt earlier. Soon she would have that giant black cock right in her pussy, but not just yet. As he sat on the couch, Sara crawled between his legs and grabbed his cock before poking her head up from between his legs. With a smirk, she spoke while stroking his cock between the grip of her left hand like before.
"What's wrong, Kush? You can't stand up like a man after that, huh?"
His face was still somewhat curled up with an expression of shock and pleasure. He tried to catch his breath, licking his lips as she simply glared at him while wanking his cock slowly with her hand. Sara loved to taunt men when she had worked them into fatigue like this. She waited a minute for him to reply, still stroking his thick black shaft with her little white hand. Glancing down to look at it, she closed her lips and starred into the head of his giant dark meat pole before looking back at Kush' face. When he didn't reply, she decided to lean up between his legs. Perhaps the power of her big breasts would get him to run his mouth back at her, or she would have to taunt him again. When she tucked his black cock between her big white tits yet again, Sara squeezed them and then looked back at him and decided to taunt him since he still had yet to say anything.
"I guess you can't say anything after that. You weren't expecting a white woman like me to come and knock your fucking breath out."
Letting out a sigh, Kush moaned as he felt her big tits moving up and down his cock yet again. It seemed Sara loved to work her breasts, even when she was making sarcastic jabs back at a man. He was unable to bite his tongue this time from telling her how he really felt.
"Goddamn, you're such a bitch, even when you're naked."
Suddenly, Sara stopped moving her breasts and gazed back at him with her big brown eyes.
"What did you just fucking call me?"
Chuckling, he flashed his teeth at her before repeating himself. Kush wasn't afraid of her angry side, as this had become a fun game between the two of them.
"A bitch. I called you a bitch. Got a problem with it?"
Unaware of how she would take his response, Kush was surprised when Sara smiled at him and resumed fucking his cock with her big natural breasts.
"No, I don't have a problem with that at all. In fact, I'm proud to know I'm a bitch to men like you. But what am I supposed to call you, huh?"
"Use your imagination, baby."
"Ohhhh, I'll have to think long and hard on that."
After speaking, Sara licked her lips and looked back down to see his long black pole between her white breasts. She began to push them up and down, slowly fucking his cock with her tits like before. Kush just sat there, leaning back over the couch and enjoying the sight of her working those famous breasts over him again. She wanted to make sure that his cock was nice and hard before it was lodged in her tight pussy. Her long black beautiful hair hung down as she continued to slowly pump her breasts up and down, thinking of a dirty nickname to tell Kush to his face. After another minute, Sara came to a stop and let go of her breasts. She then climbed up from her knees, standing before him as she dropped her skirt to reveal the fact that she had removed her thong before walking back into the room. Kush sat up, taking his first sight at her pussy. There was a small strip of hair above it. Her eyes shifted back to him as she pushed her left foot down over the couch and began to climb up while her hands grabbed his long black pole.
"I guess you can't think of nothing to call me yet?"
Sara sighed in frustration while lifting her other leg and pushing her heels down into the couch around his body.
"Stop smacking your fucking lips and help me get up here!"
There was that classic spark of a feisty attitude that Kush moved from this woman. He ran his hands beneath her body, cupping her ass cheeks from behind as Sara hovered her naked body above him. He watched her guide his long black snake towards the soft pink entrance of her pussy. The size of his cock was almost intimidating, but Sara was confident she could handle it on top. As the head pushed into her, she ran her hands over his legs to firmly create a position where she could hammer herself down on his cock. Letting out a soft moan, she soon could hear his growling voice before Kush called out.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit! That's a tight fucking pussy right there, baby!"
Kush' voice had a distinctive deep southern accent to it. His accent rarely ever came out when he spoke, but Sara had managed to squeeze it out of his voice through her smoldering lust. Licking her lips, she made the first thrust down, taking his cock further into her tight twat.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck!"
She raised her head while letting out a sharp moan. Kush squeezed her ass cheeks while the blonde goddess had closed her eyes for a moment. Sara knew what she wanted to do in this position, as she had to work herself into a groove. Rolling her hips, she began to grind them down, pumping his long black cock into her pussy. Kush reared his right hand back before sending a hard spank over the left cheek of her ass, causing Sara to belt out a moan and open her eyes.
SPANK!
As her eyes popped open, Sara gritted her teeth and glared back at him. She suddenly had found a nickname to call him by to make them even since he referred to her as 'bitch'.
"Ohhhh, spank my fucking white ass! Spank it, you fucking big dick bastard!!"
A smile ran across Kush' face at her dirty words before he reared his right hand back again, sending another hard spank over her left ass cheek.
"Ride my cock, you fucking bitch! Ride it and I'll spank your cute ass!"
SPANK!
If not for the heat of this moment Sara could've busted up giggling at his words, but she was focused on rolling her hips to thrust herself downward over his cock. Again and again, she worked, forcing his cock to pump into her pussy back and forth. She hung her head down, allowing her hair to wave freely as her breasts began to bounce from underneath. Kush reared his hand back, slapping the left side of her ass once more.
SPANK!
"Ohhhh, yeah!"
"Keep riding me, bitch!"
SPANK!
"Mmmmmmm, this big fucking black cock is soooo hard!"
Sara glanced over her shoulder, looking underneath to watch her movements. She couldn't concentrate on the dirty remarks that Kush traded back and forth with her. He moved his hands away from her ass cheeks, spreading them out as he moaned aloud. Sara pushed herself all the way down, allowing his big black balls to rub against her thighs before rolling her hips back up. She continued this movement of thrusting her pussy down on his cock. A red mark formed over her ass from the short amount of licks he had given her with the palm of his hand.
"OHHHHH, GOD! YOU FUCKING LIKE THAT, HUH!? LOOK AT THAT BIG FUCKING BLACK COCK GOING IN ME, OHHHH YES! YESSS, YESSSSSS!!"
"Keep going, bitch! Don't stop, ohhhhhh fuck!!"
"I'M NOT GONNA STOP, YOU BIG DICK BASTARD! NOT UNTIL YOU MAKE ME CUM WITH YOUR BIG FUCKING BLACK COCK!!"
Over and over, she continued to thrust herself down on him while screaming her words at him. Kush could only imagine moments like this she had shared with other men during her affairs. Sara was a true champion when it came to lustful acts. He watched her breasts bounce from underneath, shaking and bouncing all around as she continued to slam her pussy down to absorb his long black shaft. When she slammed herself down, the sounds of his balls smacking between her thighs could be heard loudly amidst their voices. With each passing second she pounded her cunt tight cunt down over his cock, the time was fast approaching for when she experienced her climax. Sara wanted it so bad, unable to hold back. She raised her head, knowing the moment was coming soon.
"OHHH GOD, OHHHHHH YEAH! OHHHHHHHH, I'M ALMOST THERE!! ALMOST, ALMOST....OH!"
She suddenly came to a halt. Sara's eyes popped wide open as she slammed herself down one final time, taking every inch of his thick black cock into her pussy. Kush watched her move her hands along his stomach, leaning over him as he felt her inner walls beginning to leak. Sara's voice erupted moaning as her climax began.
"OHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHHH!! FUCK!! FUCK, FUCK, FUCKKKKKK!!!"
Unable to hold herself back, Sara blurted out random words as she had become lost within the heavenly feeling of her orgasm. Kush took a deep breath, realizing that he still had a bit of ways to go before he would be having his own orgasm again. Sara had to take a moment to recover, catching her breath as she looked down into his face. Running her hands up his head, she cupped his cheeks and leaned down to give him a kiss. Their lips pulled apart after a second and then she began to laugh in a seductive tone of voice. If there was one thing this told Kush, it was that she wasn't done with him yet.
That was amazing, I bet you weren't expecting me to get on top of you like that."
"Man, you're a freaky bitch, that's the most I can tell you."
"I take pride in that, mmmmmmm."
Gazing into his eyes, she smirked before speaking again.
"You should feel honored that I would call you something like a big dick bastard."
"Why's that?"
Sara smirked as she began to climb off him. When she bent her knees, his long pole began to ease out from her busted pussy while she spoke.
"Because most of the men I have flings with, they don't get the privilege of a special nickname from me. Most of them aren't even worth it and I make sure to tell them how fucking useless and worthless they are apart from having a dick to please me. There's a reason I didn't call another man today and decided to take you for a test drive. I wish I had done this years ago, let me tell you that. I've been missing out, that's for damn sure."
Kush busted up laughing at her remarks. Once she stood up, his long black snake fell from her pussy, lightly smacking against his chest. He believed every word Sara had said to him, as he got the impression that she could be quite the dominant woman in the bedroom with other men. Leaning up from the couch, he smirked at her and then teased her with a response.
"But you like my dick, right? It's big enough for you?"
She dropped her jaw upon replying to him.
"Oh no, I don't like it! I fucking LOVE that big, beautiful black dick you've got down there, Kush! I just wanna see now if you know how to properly use it. If you can give it to me."
He raised his eyebrow, smirking at her.
"Properly use it? What the hell do you mean by that?"
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Sara rolled her eyes and placed her hands over her hips while standing in front of him. She tilted her head to the side and then replied to him.
"Do you know how to use that big dick to GIVE IT TO ME!? Don't play fucking stupid with me about this! Do you know how to give it to me, pound me from behind with it? That's what I wanna find out!"
"Oh, fuck yeah! Why didn't you say so? If you want me to pound you with it, all you had to do was ask!"
Sara raised her eyebrow at him, moving her hands off her hips to cup her breasts while Kush got up from the couch. She screamed at him again.
"IN THE ASS! I want you to give it to me, right up my little white fucking ass! Can you do that, you big dick bastard? Can you fucking do that for me? Can you give it to me and pound me in the ass with your big, beautiful BLACK FUCKING DICK!?"
"FUCK YES, YOU FREAKY BITCH!"
She smiled feeling victorious. Sara was hoping to fire him with her demands and dirty talk. Kush got straight up from the couch and now it was her turn to lean over on all fours. Spreading her legs out, Sara stomped her heels down into the floor hard enough to leave dent from beneath. When she leaned over, Kush didn't waste any further seconds going behind her. Her fingers touched down over the light blue cushion of the couch and then she raised her head. He swallowed his breath, starring down at her famous cute rump. Sara may have been more famous for the cleavage that went on display at times, but Kush definitely loved her ass too. It wasn't massive or too big, it was a size just right. To know that she loved taking it in the ass was enough to encourage him for the next round. Pulling apart her ass cheeks with his hands, Kush gripped his black pole with his right hand and guided it right between her ass cheeks. Sara was heard letting out a sigh as he couldn't help but brag aloud.
always dreamed of having this chance some day, baby. I know you're my boss and I've always respected you so I never made a move, but damn! Today is one of the best-"
Quickly, she cut him off and yelled in her commanding tone.
"Shut up, you big dick bastard! SHUT UP AND GIVE IT TO ME!!"
Her words rang loud and clear, giving him the message. Kush stopped talking and made the first thrust, pumping his cock into her tight back door hole. Sara gritted her teeth, letting out a moan that sounded more like a growl before she began to pant. Kush felt the tightness of her ass all around his pole. Sara bit down on her lower lip, as the first thrust was always the hardest to get in. Once he began to buck his hips and pump his cock into her ass, she felt more confident that he knew just what to do now.
"That's it, get in there! Fuck my ass, Kush! Give it to me, give it to me!"
Taking in a deep breath, he moved his hands over her ass cheeks, gripping them as he began to buck his hips forward and slam his cock into her ass. Kush watched as his long black pole pumped into her beautiful white ass. Sara's hair began to shake all around, along with her breasts bouncing from underneath. She pushed her nails down into the surface of the couch without a care in the world besides the pleasure he was giving her. This is what she wanted and he was giving it to her, but she wanted more. Sara screamed at him.
"GIVE IT TO ME, OHHHHH YEAH! FUCK MY ASS WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK!! OHHHHH, YEAH!!!"
From her request, Kush moved faster. His long pole pounding into her ass with each hard thrust. The sound of his balls clapping over her ass could be heard apart from their voices letting out moans and cries of pleasure.
"YES, THAT'S IT! GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME!!"
Her nails raked across the surface of the couch cushion. Sara moaned louder, feeling every inch of his long hard rod pounding into her ass. This is how she wanted and he delivered, giving her every last inch of that thick black cock right in her ass.
"OHHHH YEAH, OHHHHHHHH!!"
Kush couldn't hold himself back for much longer. As he continued to pound her ass with his long black pole, he knew that his time was drawing short before an explosion would occur from his rod. As much as he admired her nicely shaped rump from behind, he didn't want to waste his load in her ass. Sara's big tits were his favorite thing with her beautiful body. Stepping back, he quickly pulled his cock from her ass, alerting Sara as she glanced over her shoulder to him. Kush called out to her.
"Lay down over the couch, I wanna fuck those tits one last time before I cum!"
"Ohhhhh, is that right? You wanna shove that big fucking black dick between my white tits again?"
"THAT'S FUCKING RIGHT!!"
Sara smirked before biting her lower lip. She knew every way how to push his buttons and make him scream in excitement. The 'bitch' role was something she could naturally play into a man's fantasy, knowing that he loved every moment of her feisty attitude. Kush was panting, taking in deep breathes as she knew he didn't have much longer to last. As he had already cum once already, she knew his second orgasm wouldn't be as powerful. She didn't care if he made a mess on her breasts, just as long as he didn't cover her face in a sticky mess. That was a privilege reserved only to her husband alone. Moving from her position on all fours, Sara laid her back down over the couch, situating her head right under the right side arm rest. Kush moved over the couch, bending his left knee down as he found a spot to sit directly over her flat stomach. Sara held her big white breasts apart for his long black snake to slither between them. Her eyes looked up into his face, noticing that his sight was centered directly over her breasts as she squeezed them together.
"Oh my god, yes! Yes!"
He cried out in excitement before making the first slow thrust between her tits. Sara was bound and determined to tease him with filthy talk, hoping to push him over the edge into blowing another load with the sound of her sharp voice.
"Mmmmmm, come on! Fuck those titties one last time, you big dick bastard! Mmmmmm, that's it. Come on, give me that big fucking black cock!"
Groaning out, Kush hated that their fun was about to come to an end. He wanted to fuck her tits longer, but he knew his time was short. As he began to buck his hips, driving his cock between her breasts, he cried out in pleasure.
"OHHHH, FUCK! These big tits were made to be fucked, ohhhhh god!"
"That's right, Kush! Now fuck 'em! Fuck these titties like they were meant to be! FUCK 'EM!!"
With another thrust between her boobs, Kush swallowed his breath and couldn't hold back any longer. He reached for his cock, grabbing it as he pulled it from her breasts. Sara reacted fast, knowing she had to tell him where to shoot his load as she didn't want it slathered across her face.
"Cum on my titties, Kush! Cum on my fucking titties with your big, beautiful black dick!"
Kush wrapped his right hand around his cock, wanking it as quickly as he could while aiming the tip down at her breasts. Sara held them up, eagerly anticipating the feeling of his white seed decorating her. She also knew he was about to scream and wail loudly like he did before when she made him cum earlier.
"Ohhhh god, I'm gonna cum! I'm GONNA, OHHHHHHHH!!"
Right on time, he began to wail aloud as his cock erupted from the touch of his hand. Sara licked her lips, still holding her breasts up as she felt his cum beginning to splash over her skin.
"Yes, that's it! Cum on my tits, you big dick bastard! Give me that fucking cum! Mmmm, yeah!!"
He dropped his lower lip, breathing heavily while still stroking his shaft with his hand. Drops of cum splashed across Sara's breast while a few strings shot above her tits and around her neck. Kush had managed to give her a 'pearl necklace' out of accident. He realized that his orgasm wasn't as powerful as what must have been the first time when she swallowed it all. Once he couldn't squeeze another drop of cum out of his rod, he pushed it back between her glazed breasts and then moved his hands to push them together. Sara was impressed that the man would want to get a few more thrusts out of her tits one last time even after blowing his load. She glanced down, watching his black pole thrust between her breasts slowly, the head poking up near her mouth. She finally spoke after he came to a stop.
"You just can't get enough of my titties, can you?"
Letting out a sigh of relief, Kush replied with a question back at her.
"You just can't get enough of my big dick, can you?"
Sara smiled at him. She waited until he finally stopped pumping his cock between her tits and then she reached between them to grab it. Licking her lips, she brought his long black cock towards her face and then kissed the head lovingly while starring up into his eyes. What they had done today was something they would never forget. She had made her bodyguard into something more than just a man on her pay roll.
"This never happened, you understand? You came over for a drink with me after my meet. Is that understood? None of this happened and we're only friends."
Her words had brought Kush back to reality. In the midst of all their lustful acts, he had forgotten the day's events leading up to this chance encounter. She was still his boss and was now laying down the law that this was a secret between the two of them only. He nodded his head to her and replied.
His face was still somewhat curled up with an expression of shock and pleasure. He tried to catch his breath, licking his lips as she simply glared at him while wanking his cock slowly with her hand. Sara loved to taunt men when she had worked them into fatigue like this. She waited a minute for him to reply, still stroking his thick black shaft with her little white hand. Glancing down to look at it, she closed her lips and starred into the head of his giant dark meat pole before looking back at Kush' face. When he didn't reply, she decided to lean up between his legs. Perhaps the power of her big breasts would get him to run his mouth back at her, or she would have to taunt him again. When she tucked his black cock between her big white tits yet again, Sara squeezed them and then looked back at him and decided to taunt him since he still had yet to say anything.
"I guess you can't say anything after that. You weren't expecting a white woman like me to come and knock your fucking breath out."
Letting out a sigh, Kush moaned as he felt her big tits moving up and down his cock yet again. It seemed Sara loved to work her breasts, even when she was making sarcastic jabs back at a man. He was unable to bite his tongue this time from telling her how he really felt.
"Goddamn, you're such a bitch, even when you're naked."
Suddenly, Sara stopped moving her breasts and gazed back at him with her big brown eyes.
"What did you just fucking call me?"
Chuckling, he flashed his teeth at her before repeating himself. Kush wasn't afraid of her angry side, as this had become a fun game between the two of them.
"A bitch. I called you a bitch. Got a problem with it?"
Unaware of how she would take his response, Kush was surprised when Sara smiled at him and resumed fucking his cock with her big natural breasts.
"No, I don't have a problem with that at all. In fact, I'm proud to know I'm a bitch to men like you. But what am I supposed to call you, huh?"
"Use your imagination, baby."
"Ohhhh, I'll have to think long and hard on that."
After speaking, Sara licked her lips and looked back down to see his long black pole between her white breasts. She began to push them up and down, slowly fucking his cock with her tits like before. Kush just sat there, leaning back over the couch and enjoying the sight of her working those famous breasts over him again. She wanted to make sure that his cock was nice and hard before it was lodged in her tight pussy. Her long black beautiful hair hung down as she continued to slowly pump her breasts up and down, thinking of a dirty nickname to tell Kush to his face. After another minute, Sara came to a stop and let go of her breasts. She then climbed up from her knees, standing before him as she dropped her skirt to reveal the fact that she had removed her thong before walking back into the room. Kush sat up, taking his first sight at her pussy. There was a small strip of hair above it. Her eyes shifted back to him as she pushed her left foot down over the couch and began to climb up while her hands grabbed his long black pole.
"I guess you can't think of nothing to call me yet?"
Sara sighed in frustration while lifting her other leg and pushing her heels down into the couch around his body.
"Stop smacking your fucking lips and help me get up here!"
There was that classic spark of a feisty attitude that Kush moved from this woman. He ran his hands beneath her body, cupping her ass cheeks from behind as Sara hovered her naked body above him. He watched her guide his long black snake towards the soft pink entrance of her pussy. The size of his cock was almost intimidating, but Sara was confident she could handle it on top. As the head pushed into her, she ran her hands over his legs to firmly create a position where she could hammer herself down on his cock. Letting out a soft moan, she soon could hear his growling voice before Kush called out.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit! That's a tight fucking pussy right there, baby!"
Kush' voice had a distinctive deep southern accent to it. His accent rarely ever came out when he spoke, but Sara had managed to squeeze it out of his voice through her smoldering lust. Licking her lips, she made the first thrust down, taking his cock further into her tight twat.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck!"
She raised her head while letting out a sharp moan. Kush squeezed her ass cheeks while the blonde goddess had closed her eyes for a moment. Sara knew what she wanted to do in this position, as she had to work herself into a groove. Rolling her hips, she began to grind them down, pumping his long black cock into her pussy. Kush reared his right hand back before sending a hard spank over the left cheek of her ass, causing Sara to belt out a moan and open her eyes.
SPANK!
As her eyes popped open, Sara gritted her teeth and glared back at him. She suddenly had found a nickname to call him by to make them even since he referred to her as 'bitch'.
"Ohhhh, spank my fucking white ass! Spank it, you fucking big dick bastard!!"
A smile ran across Kush' face at her dirty words before he reared his right hand back again, sending another hard spank over her left ass cheek.
"Ride my cock, you fucking bitch! Ride it and I'll spank your cute ass!"
SPANK!
If not for the heat of this moment Sara could've busted up giggling at his words, but she was focused on rolling her hips to thrust herself downward over his cock. Again and again, she worked, forcing his cock to pump into her pussy back and forth. She hung her head down, allowing her hair to wave freely as her breasts began to bounce from underneath. Kush reared his hand back, slapping the left side of her ass once more.
SPANK!
"Ohhhh, yeah!"
"Keep riding me, bitch!"
SPANK!
"Mmmmmmm, this big fucking black cock is soooo hard!"
Sara glanced over her shoulder, looking underneath to watch her movements. She couldn't concentrate on the dirty remarks that Kush traded back and forth with her. He moved his hands away from her ass cheeks, spreading them out as he moaned aloud. Sara pushed herself all the way down, allowing his big black balls to rub against her thighs before rolling her hips back up. She continued this movement of thrusting her pussy down on his cock. A red mark formed over her ass from the short amount of licks he had given her with the palm of his hand.
"OHHHHH, GOD! YOU FUCKING LIKE THAT, HUH!? LOOK AT THAT BIG FUCKING BLACK COCK GOING IN ME, OHHHH YES! YESSS, YESSSSSS!!"
"Keep going, bitch! Don't stop, ohhhhhh fuck!!"
"I'M NOT GONNA STOP, YOU BIG DICK BASTARD! NOT UNTIL YOU MAKE ME CUM WITH YOUR BIG FUCKING BLACK COCK!!"
Over and over, she continued to thrust herself down on him while screaming her words at him. Kush could only imagine moments like this she had shared with other men during her affairs. Sara was a true champion when it came to lustful acts. He watched her breasts bounce from underneath, shaking and bouncing all around as she continued to slam her pussy down to absorb his long black shaft. When she slammed herself down, the sounds of his balls smacking between her thighs could be heard loudly amidst their voices. With each passing second she pounded her cunt tight cunt down over his cock, the time was fast approaching for when she experienced her climax. Sara wanted it so bad, unable to hold back. She raised her head, knowing the moment was coming soon.
"OHHH GOD, OHHHHHH YEAH! OHHHHHHHH, I'M ALMOST THERE!! ALMOST, ALMOST....OH!"
She suddenly came to a halt. Sara's eyes popped wide open as she slammed herself down one final time, taking every inch of his thick black cock into her pussy. Kush watched her move her hands along his stomach, leaning over him as he felt her inner walls beginning to leak. Sara's voice erupted moaning as her climax began.
"OHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHHH!! FUCK!! FUCK, FUCK, FUCKKKKKK!!!"
Unable to hold herself back, Sara blurted out random words as she had become lost within the heavenly feeling of her orgasm. Kush took a deep breath, realizing that he still had a bit of ways to go before he would be having his own orgasm again. Sara had to take a moment to recover, catching her breath as she looked down into his face. Running her hands up his head, she cupped his cheeks and leaned down to give him a kiss. Their lips pulled apart after a second and then she began to laugh in a seductive tone of voice. If there was one thing this told Kush, it was that she wasn't done with him yet.
That was amazing, I bet you weren't expecting me to get on top of you like that."
"Man, you're a freaky bitch, that's the most I can tell you."
"I take pride in that, mmmmmmm."
Gazing into his eyes, she smirked before speaking again.
"You should feel honored that I would call you something like a big dick bastard."
"Why's that?"
Sara smirked as she began to climb off him. When she bent her knees, his long pole began to ease out from her busted pussy while she spoke.
"Because most of the men I have flings with, they don't get the privilege of a special nickname from me. Most of them aren't even worth it and I make sure to tell them how fucking useless and worthless they are apart from having a dick to please me. There's a reason I didn't call another man today and decided to take you for a test drive. I wish I had done this years ago, let me tell you that. I've been missing out, that's for damn sure."
Kush busted up laughing at her remarks. Once she stood up, his long black snake fell from her pussy, lightly smacking against his chest. He believed every word Sara had said to him, as he got the impression that she could be quite the dominant woman in the bedroom with other men. Leaning up from the couch, he smirked at her and then teased her with a response.
"But you like my dick, right? It's big enough for you?"
She dropped her jaw upon replying to him.
"Oh no, I don't like it! I fucking LOVE that big, beautiful black dick you've got down there, Kush! I just wanna see now if you know how to properly use it. If you can give it to me."
He raised his eyebrow, smirking at her.
"Properly use it? What the hell do you mean by that?"
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Sara rolled her eyes and placed her hands over her hips while standing in front of him. She tilted her head to the side and then replied to him.
"Do you know how to use that big dick to GIVE IT TO ME!? Don't play fucking stupid with me about this! Do you know how to give it to me, pound me from behind with it? That's what I wanna find out!"
"Oh, fuck yeah! Why didn't you say so? If you want me to pound you with it, all you had to do was ask!"
Sara raised her eyebrow at him, moving her hands off her hips to cup her breasts while Kush got up from the couch. She screamed at him again.
"IN THE ASS! I want you to give it to me, right up my little white fucking ass! Can you do that, you big dick bastard? Can you fucking do that for me? Can you give it to me and pound me in the ass with your big, beautiful BLACK FUCKING DICK!?"
"FUCK YES, YOU FREAKY BITCH!"
She smiled feeling victorious. Sara was hoping to fire him with her demands and dirty talk. Kush got straight up from the couch and now it was her turn to lean over on all fours. Spreading her legs out, Sara stomped her heels down into the floor hard enough to leave dent from beneath. When she leaned over, Kush didn't waste any further seconds going behind her. Her fingers touched down over the light blue cushion of the couch and then she raised her head. He swallowed his breath, starring down at her famous cute rump. Sara may have been more famous for the cleavage that went on display at times, but Kush definitely loved her ass too. It wasn't massive or too big, it was a size just right. To know that she loved taking it in the ass was enough to encourage him for the next round. Pulling apart her ass cheeks with his hands, Kush gripped his black pole with his right hand and guided it right between her ass cheeks. Sara was heard letting out a sigh as he couldn't help but brag aloud.
always dreamed of having this chance some day, baby. I know you're my boss and I've always respected you so I never made a move, but damn! Today is one of the best-"
Quickly, she cut him off and yelled in her commanding tone.
"Shut up, you big dick bastard! SHUT UP AND GIVE IT TO ME!!"
Her words rang loud and clear, giving him the message. Kush stopped talking and made the first thrust, pumping his cock into her tight back door hole. Sara gritted her teeth, letting out a moan that sounded more like a growl before she began to pant. Kush felt the tightness of her ass all around his pole. Sara bit down on her lower lip, as the first thrust was always the hardest to get in. Once he began to buck his hips and pump his cock into her ass, she felt more confident that he knew just what to do now.
"That's it, get in there! Fuck my ass, Kush! Give it to me, give it to me!"
Taking in a deep breath, he moved his hands over her ass cheeks, gripping them as he began to buck his hips forward and slam his cock into her ass. Kush watched as his long black pole pumped into her beautiful white ass. Sara's hair began to shake all around, along with her breasts bouncing from underneath. She pushed her nails down into the surface of the couch without a care in the world besides the pleasure he was giving her. This is what she wanted and he was giving it to her, but she wanted more. Sara screamed at him.
"GIVE IT TO ME, OHHHHH YEAH! FUCK MY ASS WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK!! OHHHHH, YEAH!!!"
From her request, Kush moved faster. His long pole pounding into her ass with each hard thrust. The sound of his balls clapping over her ass could be heard apart from their voices letting out moans and cries of pleasure.
"YES, THAT'S IT! GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME!!"
Her nails raked across the surface of the couch cushion. Sara moaned louder, feeling every inch of his long hard rod pounding into her ass. This is how she wanted and he delivered, giving her every last inch of that thick black cock right in her ass.
"OHHHH YEAH, OHHHHHHHH!!"
Kush couldn't hold himself back for much longer. As he continued to pound her ass with his long black pole, he knew that his time was drawing short before an explosion would occur from his rod. As much as he admired her nicely shaped rump from behind, he didn't want to waste his load in her ass. Sara's big tits were his favorite thing with her beautiful body. Stepping back, he quickly pulled his cock from her ass, alerting Sara as she glanced over her shoulder to him. Kush called out to her.
"Lay down over the couch, I wanna fuck those tits one last time before I cum!"
"Ohhhhh, is that right? You wanna shove that big fucking black dick between my white tits again?"
"THAT'S FUCKING RIGHT!!"
Sara smirked before biting her lower lip. She knew every way how to push his buttons and make him scream in excitement. The 'bitch' role was something she could naturally play into a man's fantasy, knowing that he loved every moment of her feisty attitude. Kush was panting, taking in deep breathes as she knew he didn't have much longer to last. As he had already cum once already, she knew his second orgasm wouldn't be as powerful. She didn't care if he made a mess on her breasts, just as long as he didn't cover her face in a sticky mess. That was a privilege reserved only to her husband alone. Moving from her position on all fours, Sara laid her back down over the couch, situating her head right under the right side arm rest. Kush moved over the couch, bending his left knee down as he found a spot to sit directly over her flat stomach. Sara held her big white breasts apart for his long black snake to slither between them. Her eyes looked up into his face, noticing that his sight was centered directly over her breasts as she squeezed them together.
"Oh my god, yes! Yes!"
He cried out in excitement before making the first slow thrust between her tits. Sara was bound and determined to tease him with filthy talk, hoping to push him over the edge into blowing another load with the sound of her sharp voice.
"Mmmmmm, come on! Fuck those titties one last time, you big dick bastard! Mmmmmm, that's it. Come on, give me that big fucking black cock!"
Groaning out, Kush hated that their fun was about to come to an end. He wanted to fuck her tits longer, but he knew his time was short. As he began to buck his hips, driving his cock between her breasts, he cried out in pleasure.
"OHHHH, FUCK! These big tits were made to be fucked, ohhhhh god!"
"That's right, Kush! Now fuck 'em! Fuck these titties like they were meant to be! FUCK 'EM!!"
With another thrust between her boobs, Kush swallowed his breath and couldn't hold back any longer. He reached for his cock, grabbing it as he pulled it from her breasts. Sara reacted fast, knowing she had to tell him where to shoot his load as she didn't want it slathered across her face.
"Cum on my titties, Kush! Cum on my fucking titties with your big, beautiful black dick!"
Kush wrapped his right hand around his cock, wanking it as quickly as he could while aiming the tip down at her breasts. Sara held them up, eagerly anticipating the feeling of his white seed decorating her. She also knew he was about to scream and wail loudly like he did before when she made him cum earlier.
"Ohhhh god, I'm gonna cum! I'm GONNA, OHHHHHHHH!!"
Right on time, he began to wail aloud as his cock erupted from the touch of his hand. Sara licked her lips, still holding her breasts up as she felt his cum beginning to splash over her skin.
"Yes, that's it! Cum on my tits, you big dick bastard! Give me that fucking cum! Mmmm, yeah!!"
He dropped his lower lip, breathing heavily while still stroking his shaft with his hand. Drops of cum splashed across Sara's breast while a few strings shot above her tits and around her neck. Kush had managed to give her a 'pearl necklace' out of accident. He realized that his orgasm wasn't as powerful as what must have been the first time when she swallowed it all. Once he couldn't squeeze another drop of cum out of his rod, he pushed it back between her glazed breasts and then moved his hands to push them together. Sara was impressed that the man would want to get a few more thrusts out of her tits one last time even after blowing his load. She glanced down, watching his black pole thrust between her breasts slowly, the head poking up near her mouth. She finally spoke after he came to a stop.
"You just can't get enough of my titties, can you?"
Letting out a sigh of relief, Kush replied with a question back at her.
"You just can't get enough of my big dick, can you?"
Sara smiled at him. She waited until he finally stopped pumping his cock between her tits and then she reached between them to grab it. Licking her lips, she brought his long black cock towards her face and then kissed the head lovingly while starring up into his eyes. What they had done today was something they would never forget. She had made her bodyguard into something more than just a man on her pay roll.
"This never happened, you understand? You came over for a drink with me after my meet. Is that understood? None of this happened and we're only friends."
Her words had brought Kush back to reality. In the midst of all their lustful acts, he had forgotten the day's events leading up to this chance encounter. She was still his boss and was now laying down the law that this was a secret between the two of them only. He nodded his head to her and replied.
"Yeah, understood. This never happened and I'm about to go home and see whatever imaginary woman I would be wishing was going to be my date tonight if not for you."
After his repy, Sara gave him a smug grin. She was satisfied with his answer to her.
"Good, that sounds about right. I'll be seeing you tomorrow Kush, as usual."
THE END
After his repy, Sara gave him a smug grin. She was satisfied with his answer to her.
"Good, that sounds about right. I'll be seeing you tomorrow Kush, as usual."
THE END
Great story"Yeah, understood. This never happened and I'm about to go home and see whatever imaginary woman I would be wishing was going to be my date tonight if not for you."
After his repy, Sara gave him a smug grin. She was satisfied with his answer to her.
"Good, that sounds about right. I'll be seeing you tomorrow Kush, as usual."
THE END
DHANSHREE VERMA
The wedding was beautiful. I mean, most weddings are. The ceremony, the flowers, the vows. You look at the bride and groom and realize how young they are. All their friends, also young, full of celebration and joy.
It was my cousin's daughter's wedding. I went by myself. I'd been divorced for 3 years and the kids were away at school. Since it was an evening affair I decided to stay at the hotel. It gave me a chance to catch up with family from out of town before the wedding and I could have a drink or two without worrying about driving home.
Although weddings by yourself are fun. The reception can be awkward. It often seems the only single people are sitting at the children's table. I was seated at a table with some other relatives. It was nice catching up. The meal was delicious.
The awkward part is when the dancing starts. Often you're left sitting at the table alone, watching the festivities. I love to dance, so I envied those out on the floor.
At one point my table was empty. Everyone was on the dance floor. Even the table next to me was empty. I was beginning to feel self conscious. Off the reception hall was a balcony with a great view. I decided to get some fresh air.
It was a gorgeous warm evening. The sun was beginning to set. The balcony overlooked a lake, and behind that a wooded area. I could see the reflection of the sunset in the water.
"It's beautiful out here."
It was a man's voice. I turned to look at him. I had been introduced to him earlier. I remembered thinking he wasn't bad looking. He was in his late 40s and taller than me in heels, so I'd guess 5'11". He had big shoulders, dark hair, slightly receding and soft blue eyes. He certainly wasn't fat, but he was not a workout buff either.
As I checked him out I started thinking about how I looked to him. At 45, I looked good for my age. No raving beauty, but I worked out 3 times a week, usually, and kept my weight around 130. For 5'6" that wasn't bad. My daughter still makes me buy bikinis if we go bathing suit shopping together. I kept my brown hair at a little longer than shoulder length.
I was wearing a sleeveless light blue dress with a crew collar. It followed my body curves to the waist and then flared out. I was feeling pretty.
I remembered he was someone who worked with my cousin. A lawyer. I tried to remember his name. No luck.
"It is beautiful," I replied. I held my hand out to reintroduce myself. "I'm sorry, I know we were introduced earlier, but with so many people around, I seem to have forgotten your name. I'm Dhanshree Verma."
"Kush ," he replied.
"Hi Kush , nice to meet you," I said.
"Nice to meet you too," he replied. "I assume you came alone as well?"
I told him I did, that the bride was my cousin, and that my kids were away at college. He asked about my kids and we made general small talk.
He was divorced, had 1 son who worked in the city. He was older than I thought. 52.
At one point he saw a fish jump out of the water to catch an insect flying overhead. We watched as other fish did the same as the sun went down.
After a while chatting we heard the DJ start an old Sinatra standard. Kush asked me if I wanted to dance.
I said sure. I love to dance, but I didn't want to seem overeager.
He took my arm and escorted me to the dance floor. It was sweet. So many men these days have lost the art of being gentlemen.
We stepped out on the dance floor. He took my hand in his and put the other around my waist. He kept a respectable distance. Not stiff like he was afraid I'd burn him, but close enough so I felt we were moving together.
He was a good dancer. Not Fred Astaire, but, then again, I'm no Ginger. He knew how to lead. He didn't step on my feet. We were definitely dancing not just shuffling our feet back and forth on the floor.
As we danced we chatted. He was smart and funny. Every once in awhile he'd throw in a small off color joke, or innuendo. Nothing blatant but I still recognize flirting when it happens. I was enjoying his company, so I flirted back. It had been quite awhile since I felt dressed up and pretty and even longer since a handsome man flirted with me. I was having fun.
The dance ended and the DJ started a fast song. Kush escorted me off the floor.
"I'm too old to be jumping around the floor. I look like a giant orangutan," he said.
I laughed. in flirt mode I said, "Too bad, I'm told I can shake my ass."
He looked at the dance floor back at me and said "I bet that looks pretty good."
I said it does and turned to walk back out on the balcony. As I did I turned my head, smiled at him, put my hands on my hips, and wiggled my ass at him.
"I stand corrected. That doesn't look pretty good. That looks great."
He followed me out to the balcony. We continued to talk. We had progressed from small talk to learning about each other's lives. Still flirting, but a more intimate level of getting to know each other. As we talked he would touch my arm or I would touch his hand.
Another slow song played. He again asked me to dance.
This time he escorted me to the dance floor with his arm around my waist. It felt nice. He held me closer as we danced. His hand holding mine. His other hand was a bit lower on hip this time. This time I was paying more attention. My hand felt small in his. I could smell his cologne. Just the right amount of spice.
I could see the beginnings of a 5 o'clock shadow on his face. Standing this close to him I could feel his broad chest.
Most of all, I was aware of his hand on my hip. I was wearing a thin summer dress. I am sure he could feel the smoothness of my skin. I realized that if he moved his hand down one inch it would be on the side and of my panties. I thought about what I was wearing. A light blue thong. It excited me a bit that his hand was not that far from finding out I was wearing a thong.
We danced that dance. The evening was ending. The DJ played another slow song. I just stayed in his arms and we danced the next one. I could feel his hand move down my hip. It was right on the band of my panties.
I pulled a bit away from him and looked in his eyes. I then put my head on his chest. If he wanted to explore, I guess he now knew he could.
He did. His fingers traced the line of my thong. He stayed in fairly decent territory. After all this was my family and it was a wedding. I appreciated that but there was a part of me that wanted him to explore further.
The DJ played the last song. I was disappointed. I was enjoying being in Kush 's arms.
The guests were leaving. Kush asked me if I wanted a drink. I accepted. He suggested I wait on the balcony while he got the drinks. I agreed.
Now my mind jumped into overdrive. In a few minutes we would be alone, just the two of us, on the balcony. I could hear the water lapping at the shore. The hotel speakers were playing soft lobby music. What was I willing to do? How far would I let this handsome stranger go?
I could imagine him taking me to bed. It had been a long time since I'd been in bed with a man. Did I want that? Was I willing to live with myself if it turned out to be a one night stand?
Kush showed up with 2 drinks. He put them on the balcony railing. He reached out, pulled me to him, and kissed me. I liked it. I kissed back.
His hand dropped down to my hip again. This time it didn't stay in decent territory. He traced the line of my thong all the way to where it disappeared in my ass. I moaned.
With that, his hand started to explore my ass. I felt like one hand could hold my entire ass cheek. His strong hands felt good.
They started to drift down to the hem of my dress. Then he slipped his hands under my dress. He now had them on my ass.
I pulled away a bit so I could see his face. He had a small smile on it. He didn't move his hands and I liked where they were. I kissed him. Hard. He knew that his hands could explore and that I wanted them too.
After a few minutes he stopped kissing me, turned me around facing the railing, leaned over, and kissed my cheek. He continued to my ear lobes, my neck, my shoulders. His strong arms wrapped around me, it felt delicious.
I leaned against him. I didn't mean to, but when I did I could feel the bulge in his pants pressed against the top of my ass. The thought of a hard cock behind me turned me on.
His hands caressed my shoulders. Then slowly slid down my arms. I let my arms hang by my side. He traced my arms down to my fingertips. Then his hands landed on my hips. I put my hands on the balcony railing.
I felt his hands trace down my hip, little caresses across my hip and thighs. I pressed back into him.
His hands moved down my thighs to the hem of my dress. I closed my eyes. As he pulled my dress up I could feel the night air against my skin. I felt the material of his pants against my naked ass. I could feel the hard bulge that was under them.
My dress around my waist his hands continued to explore. This time he traced the line of my thong to the front of my body. I felt his hand slide under the material. I put my hand on his. He stopped.
"I haven't done this for a long time," I said. By saying that he knew I was his tonight.
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "It's just like falling off a bike."
I giggled. He was right. I was falling into this. At some point you let go and realize what happens, happens.
I took my hand off of his and put it back on the railing.
His hand moved down to my pussy. I stepped apart a bit to give him access. His fingers touched my clit. They felt hard and strong. The only thing my clit had felt in years were my fingers.
The sounds of the night around me. I could hear the water, the rustling leaves, the soft music. I let myself go to the feeling of his fingers.
He knew what he was doing. He knew just how to touch. When to slide his fingers in me. When to pull out. Just the right amount of teasing me. I started moving against his fingers. I could feel the orgasm building up. I came with a shudder. His fingers in my pussy. His other arm wrapped around my waist to support me.
"Mmmmmm, that felt good," he said.
He was right that felt good. No, it felt great. I wanted more. His hand came out from under my dress. He brought his fingers up to my face. I could smell my pussy on them. I smelled like sex. He traced my lips with his wet fingers. No one had ever done that before. It felt sexy, dirty sexy, but sexy. He then pulled my head back and kissed me. I loved it.
"Your pussy is delicious," he said.
I just kissed him again. I took his hand, brought it to my mouth, and sucked his fingers clean. Then I kissed him again. I'd never done that before. I had no idea what pussy tasted like. I loved the taste on my lips mixed with his kisses.
jsonlin
His hands slid down my body again. This time he hooked his thumbs on the sides of my thong. I knew they were coming off. Hell, I wanted them off. If he wasn't going to do it. I would.
He took his time. Kissing my cheek, my neck, my shoulders. I squirmed against his hands. I wanted to peel that thong off.
He whispered in my ear, "You do have a great ass."
I pushed it against his hard cock and wiggled it.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I was soaking wet from anticipation. I whispered, "Take them off."
He didn't hesitate. He slowly pushed them over my hips. They fell to the balcony floor. I stepped out of them.
Just then one of the doors behind us opened. A young man, an employee of the hotel came up to us. Kush let my dress drop into a semblance of where it belonged.
The young man came up to us and told us they were closing off this function room. We said thank you, we'd leave in a minute. Then he noticed my panties on the floor.
He smiled. "No rush," he said. "No one will be by here for awhile."
He turned and left.
I turned to face Kush . "Oh my god," I said. "He saw my panties. What must he be thinking?"
"He's thinking they are where they belong," said Kush . "That's why he left us."
He pulled me to him and kissed me. Now I was really wet. Almost getting caught was dirty sexy. Knowing someone knew was dirty sexy. If I wasn't before, now I was horny. I wanted to fuck. I didn't care if I ever saw him again. I just wanted his cock. I don't think there was a time with my ex I ever just wanted to fuck like this. It was overwhelming.
I turned around, put my hands on the railing, leaned forward and said, "Fuck me."
I'd said those words before, but never in this context. I wanted him to fuck me. Not like the sweet girl I was used to. I wanted him to fuck me now, leaned over the railing, panties on the ground, dripping wet. I wanted to be fucked.
I heard his zipper. I spread my legs a bit more. I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. He slid it up and down my lips getting my juices all over the head of his cock. I felt the tip slide in. He was either bigger than average or it'd just been a long time since I had a cock in me.
He took his time entering me slowly. When he was in all the way he pulled back slowly. As he buried his cock in me again, I came. I groaned.
"Don't stop. Harder, "I said.
He stopped. His cock up inside my pussy, he stopped. I moaned.
His hands went to my dress zipper. I felt it slide down. He reached down and pulled the dress up over my head. I raised my arms to let him. He unhooked my bra and it joined my dress and thong on the floor. I was now naked to the night air. My nipples were hard from the breeze.
Knowing I was naked on a balcony. That I could get caught. That a handsome man had his cock in me. I came again.
"Fuck me," I hissed.
He did. He started fucking me hard and fast. I held onto the railing and grunted. Each thrust pushing the air out of me. Every nerve in my pussy was sending jolts to my brain. I fucked back. I pushed into him. His hands caressed my tits. He pulled at my nipples.
I fucked him.
His fingers fell to my pussy. He rubbed my clit as he fucked me. I came again.
There was a knock on the door.
We heard a voice, "Sorry guys. I have to lock this section."
I giggled. Kush said we'd be right out.
Kush pulled out of me. I felt empty. I wanted to be full again. He handed me my dress. I reached for my underwear.
"You don't need that," he said.
He put my underwear in his pocket. I pulled on my dress. My bra he carried.
"Let's go to your room," he said.
"Why mine?" I asked.
"So you don't have to wander embarrassingly through the hotel in the morning."
I laughed. We made out as we rode the elevator to my floor.
When we got to my room he tried to grab me and kiss me. I danced out of his reach. I started to undo his tie. He reached for me. Every time he did I'd slap his hands away and tell him to stop.
I undid his tie held it up and dropped it on the floor. I put some music on. I danced in behind him I helped him out of his jacket and threw it on a chair.
Again he grabbed at me. I slapped his hand away playfully.
I started unbuttoning his shirt. I pulled it off of him. He had a nice chest. I ran my hand down it. Again he reached for me.
"Nu uh uh," I said. Wagging a finger at him.
I pushed him over onto the bed. With him sitting on the bed I knelt between his legs. I removed his shoes and socks. I undid his belt buckle and pants. I pulled them off him. As I did his cock sprung into view. I was right. It was bigger than average. Straight with a gorgeous tip.
He reached for me again.
"Stop, it's my turn."
He stopped. I took his cock in my hands. I liked the way it felt. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to suck that cock. I wanted to give him the best blow job he ever had. The problem? I'd never given a blow job before.
I looked at his cock. I kissed the tip. There was a drop of pre-cum on it. I licked it up. It tasted good. I never liked it before, today I could swallow a mouthful. I wrapped my lips around his cock. I liked the way it felt. I liked how soft the skin was but how hard the shaft was.
I remember someone telling me it was just like eating a Popsicle. I envisioned this 8" fat Popsicle and started licking and shaking it. He moaned. I used the shaft as a handle as I bobbed up and down on it. I was loving it. I actually made noises like I was enjoying my Popsicle.
After about 3 minutes he stood up. He picked me up in his arms and threw me on the bed. He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders. Oh my god, he was going to eat my pussy. No one had ever done that before.
I rephrase that. No one had done it to me before. He'd obviously done it before. His tongue was amazing. I'd feel it circle my clit and then suck on it with just the right amount of pressure. I came with his face buried between my legs.
"God I love your tongue. That feels amazing. Lick my pussy. I'm cumming! I'm cumming."
I felt it wash over me. Crashing against my pussy. A warm glow followed.
He pulled my dress off me. He climbed on top of me and kissed me, my legs spread. I reached down and guided his cock into me. This time we took it slow. Long slow strokes. He'd kiss my neck and suck on my nipples. He'd caress my breasts and kiss me again. All the time taking long slow strokes. I'd moan every time he filled me up.
He started stroking faster. I started fucking him back. I loved feeling him shove that cook in me.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh my god that's so good, it's been so long. I love your cock. Fuck me with it."
Soon I felt my orgasm building. This one crashed over me with wave after wave of pleasure.
"You're making me cum. Uh, uh, uh, mmmmmm, I'm cumming. Keep fucking me. I'm cumming."
I felt him stiffen. His cock throbbed. He was cumming. I could feel the hot jets against my pussy. I came again.
Slowly he slipped out of me. He rolled over on his back breathing heavily. I could see his softening cock glistening with his cum and my pussy juices. I leaned over him, took his cock in my mouth and sucked him clean.
We both fell asleep.
When I woke up he was gone. Well, I thought, what was I expecting. I knew this was not how relationships started. I packed my bags and went to check out at the front desk. The desk clerk said there was a message for me. He came back with an envelope and a rose.
The note read, "Sorry I had to run. I was having breakfast with my mom. I'd love to see you again. Can we have dinner one day this week? I don't have your number. Please call me."
He left his number and his email.
I felt good. I felt sexy. I felt beautiful. I felt strong.
I'd give it a day, but I knew I'd call.
THE END
The wedding was beautiful. I mean, most weddings are. The ceremony, the flowers, the vows. You look at the bride and groom and realize how young they are. All their friends, also young, full of celebration and joy.
It was my cousin's daughter's wedding. I went by myself. I'd been divorced for 3 years and the kids were away at school. Since it was an evening affair I decided to stay at the hotel. It gave me a chance to catch up with family from out of town before the wedding and I could have a drink or two without worrying about driving home.
Although weddings by yourself are fun. The reception can be awkward. It often seems the only single people are sitting at the children's table. I was seated at a table with some other relatives. It was nice catching up. The meal was delicious.
The awkward part is when the dancing starts. Often you're left sitting at the table alone, watching the festivities. I love to dance, so I envied those out on the floor.
At one point my table was empty. Everyone was on the dance floor. Even the table next to me was empty. I was beginning to feel self conscious. Off the reception hall was a balcony with a great view. I decided to get some fresh air.
It was a gorgeous warm evening. The sun was beginning to set. The balcony overlooked a lake, and behind that a wooded area. I could see the reflection of the sunset in the water.
"It's beautiful out here."
It was a man's voice. I turned to look at him. I had been introduced to him earlier. I remembered thinking he wasn't bad looking. He was in his late 40s and taller than me in heels, so I'd guess 5'11". He had big shoulders, dark hair, slightly receding and soft blue eyes. He certainly wasn't fat, but he was not a workout buff either.
As I checked him out I started thinking about how I looked to him. At 45, I looked good for my age. No raving beauty, but I worked out 3 times a week, usually, and kept my weight around 130. For 5'6" that wasn't bad. My daughter still makes me buy bikinis if we go bathing suit shopping together. I kept my brown hair at a little longer than shoulder length.
I was wearing a sleeveless light blue dress with a crew collar. It followed my body curves to the waist and then flared out. I was feeling pretty.
I remembered he was someone who worked with my cousin. A lawyer. I tried to remember his name. No luck.
"It is beautiful," I replied. I held my hand out to reintroduce myself. "I'm sorry, I know we were introduced earlier, but with so many people around, I seem to have forgotten your name. I'm Dhanshree Verma."
"Kush ," he replied.
"Hi Kush , nice to meet you," I said.
"Nice to meet you too," he replied. "I assume you came alone as well?"
I told him I did, that the bride was my cousin, and that my kids were away at college. He asked about my kids and we made general small talk.
He was divorced, had 1 son who worked in the city. He was older than I thought. 52.
At one point he saw a fish jump out of the water to catch an insect flying overhead. We watched as other fish did the same as the sun went down.
After a while chatting we heard the DJ start an old Sinatra standard. Kush asked me if I wanted to dance.
I said sure. I love to dance, but I didn't want to seem overeager.
He took my arm and escorted me to the dance floor. It was sweet. So many men these days have lost the art of being gentlemen.
We stepped out on the dance floor. He took my hand in his and put the other around my waist. He kept a respectable distance. Not stiff like he was afraid I'd burn him, but close enough so I felt we were moving together.
He was a good dancer. Not Fred Astaire, but, then again, I'm no Ginger. He knew how to lead. He didn't step on my feet. We were definitely dancing not just shuffling our feet back and forth on the floor.
As we danced we chatted. He was smart and funny. Every once in awhile he'd throw in a small off color joke, or innuendo. Nothing blatant but I still recognize flirting when it happens. I was enjoying his company, so I flirted back. It had been quite awhile since I felt dressed up and pretty and even longer since a handsome man flirted with me. I was having fun.
The dance ended and the DJ started a fast song. Kush escorted me off the floor.
"I'm too old to be jumping around the floor. I look like a giant orangutan," he said.
I laughed. in flirt mode I said, "Too bad, I'm told I can shake my ass."
He looked at the dance floor back at me and said "I bet that looks pretty good."
I said it does and turned to walk back out on the balcony. As I did I turned my head, smiled at him, put my hands on my hips, and wiggled my ass at him.
"I stand corrected. That doesn't look pretty good. That looks great."
He followed me out to the balcony. We continued to talk. We had progressed from small talk to learning about each other's lives. Still flirting, but a more intimate level of getting to know each other. As we talked he would touch my arm or I would touch his hand.
Another slow song played. He again asked me to dance.
This time he escorted me to the dance floor with his arm around my waist. It felt nice. He held me closer as we danced. His hand holding mine. His other hand was a bit lower on hip this time. This time I was paying more attention. My hand felt small in his. I could smell his cologne. Just the right amount of spice.
I could see the beginnings of a 5 o'clock shadow on his face. Standing this close to him I could feel his broad chest.
Most of all, I was aware of his hand on my hip. I was wearing a thin summer dress. I am sure he could feel the smoothness of my skin. I realized that if he moved his hand down one inch it would be on the side and of my panties. I thought about what I was wearing. A light blue thong. It excited me a bit that his hand was not that far from finding out I was wearing a thong.
We danced that dance. The evening was ending. The DJ played another slow song. I just stayed in his arms and we danced the next one. I could feel his hand move down my hip. It was right on the band of my panties.
I pulled a bit away from him and looked in his eyes. I then put my head on his chest. If he wanted to explore, I guess he now knew he could.
He did. His fingers traced the line of my thong. He stayed in fairly decent territory. After all this was my family and it was a wedding. I appreciated that but there was a part of me that wanted him to explore further.
The DJ played the last song. I was disappointed. I was enjoying being in Kush 's arms.
The guests were leaving. Kush asked me if I wanted a drink. I accepted. He suggested I wait on the balcony while he got the drinks. I agreed.
Now my mind jumped into overdrive. In a few minutes we would be alone, just the two of us, on the balcony. I could hear the water lapping at the shore. The hotel speakers were playing soft lobby music. What was I willing to do? How far would I let this handsome stranger go?
I could imagine him taking me to bed. It had been a long time since I'd been in bed with a man. Did I want that? Was I willing to live with myself if it turned out to be a one night stand?
Kush showed up with 2 drinks. He put them on the balcony railing. He reached out, pulled me to him, and kissed me. I liked it. I kissed back.
His hand dropped down to my hip again. This time it didn't stay in decent territory. He traced the line of my thong all the way to where it disappeared in my ass. I moaned.
With that, his hand started to explore my ass. I felt like one hand could hold my entire ass cheek. His strong hands felt good.
They started to drift down to the hem of my dress. Then he slipped his hands under my dress. He now had them on my ass.
I pulled away a bit so I could see his face. He had a small smile on it. He didn't move his hands and I liked where they were. I kissed him. Hard. He knew that his hands could explore and that I wanted them too.
After a few minutes he stopped kissing me, turned me around facing the railing, leaned over, and kissed my cheek. He continued to my ear lobes, my neck, my shoulders. His strong arms wrapped around me, it felt delicious.
I leaned against him. I didn't mean to, but when I did I could feel the bulge in his pants pressed against the top of my ass. The thought of a hard cock behind me turned me on.
His hands caressed my shoulders. Then slowly slid down my arms. I let my arms hang by my side. He traced my arms down to my fingertips. Then his hands landed on my hips. I put my hands on the balcony railing.
I felt his hands trace down my hip, little caresses across my hip and thighs. I pressed back into him.
His hands moved down my thighs to the hem of my dress. I closed my eyes. As he pulled my dress up I could feel the night air against my skin. I felt the material of his pants against my naked ass. I could feel the hard bulge that was under them.
My dress around my waist his hands continued to explore. This time he traced the line of my thong to the front of my body. I felt his hand slide under the material. I put my hand on his. He stopped.
"I haven't done this for a long time," I said. By saying that he knew I was his tonight.
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "It's just like falling off a bike."
I giggled. He was right. I was falling into this. At some point you let go and realize what happens, happens.
I took my hand off of his and put it back on the railing.
His hand moved down to my pussy. I stepped apart a bit to give him access. His fingers touched my clit. They felt hard and strong. The only thing my clit had felt in years were my fingers.
The sounds of the night around me. I could hear the water, the rustling leaves, the soft music. I let myself go to the feeling of his fingers.
He knew what he was doing. He knew just how to touch. When to slide his fingers in me. When to pull out. Just the right amount of teasing me. I started moving against his fingers. I could feel the orgasm building up. I came with a shudder. His fingers in my pussy. His other arm wrapped around my waist to support me.
"Mmmmmm, that felt good," he said.
He was right that felt good. No, it felt great. I wanted more. His hand came out from under my dress. He brought his fingers up to my face. I could smell my pussy on them. I smelled like sex. He traced my lips with his wet fingers. No one had ever done that before. It felt sexy, dirty sexy, but sexy. He then pulled my head back and kissed me. I loved it.
"Your pussy is delicious," he said.
I just kissed him again. I took his hand, brought it to my mouth, and sucked his fingers clean. Then I kissed him again. I'd never done that before. I had no idea what pussy tasted like. I loved the taste on my lips mixed with his kisses.
jsonlinHis hands slid down my body again. This time he hooked his thumbs on the sides of my thong. I knew they were coming off. Hell, I wanted them off. If he wasn't going to do it. I would.
He took his time. Kissing my cheek, my neck, my shoulders. I squirmed against his hands. I wanted to peel that thong off.
He whispered in my ear, "You do have a great ass."
I pushed it against his hard cock and wiggled it.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I was soaking wet from anticipation. I whispered, "Take them off."
He didn't hesitate. He slowly pushed them over my hips. They fell to the balcony floor. I stepped out of them.
Just then one of the doors behind us opened. A young man, an employee of the hotel came up to us. Kush let my dress drop into a semblance of where it belonged.
The young man came up to us and told us they were closing off this function room. We said thank you, we'd leave in a minute. Then he noticed my panties on the floor.
He smiled. "No rush," he said. "No one will be by here for awhile."
He turned and left.
I turned to face Kush . "Oh my god," I said. "He saw my panties. What must he be thinking?"
"He's thinking they are where they belong," said Kush . "That's why he left us."
He pulled me to him and kissed me. Now I was really wet. Almost getting caught was dirty sexy. Knowing someone knew was dirty sexy. If I wasn't before, now I was horny. I wanted to fuck. I didn't care if I ever saw him again. I just wanted his cock. I don't think there was a time with my ex I ever just wanted to fuck like this. It was overwhelming.
I turned around, put my hands on the railing, leaned forward and said, "Fuck me."
I'd said those words before, but never in this context. I wanted him to fuck me. Not like the sweet girl I was used to. I wanted him to fuck me now, leaned over the railing, panties on the ground, dripping wet. I wanted to be fucked.
I heard his zipper. I spread my legs a bit more. I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. He slid it up and down my lips getting my juices all over the head of his cock. I felt the tip slide in. He was either bigger than average or it'd just been a long time since I had a cock in me.
He took his time entering me slowly. When he was in all the way he pulled back slowly. As he buried his cock in me again, I came. I groaned.
"Don't stop. Harder, "I said.
He stopped. His cock up inside my pussy, he stopped. I moaned.
His hands went to my dress zipper. I felt it slide down. He reached down and pulled the dress up over my head. I raised my arms to let him. He unhooked my bra and it joined my dress and thong on the floor. I was now naked to the night air. My nipples were hard from the breeze.
Knowing I was naked on a balcony. That I could get caught. That a handsome man had his cock in me. I came again.
"Fuck me," I hissed.
He did. He started fucking me hard and fast. I held onto the railing and grunted. Each thrust pushing the air out of me. Every nerve in my pussy was sending jolts to my brain. I fucked back. I pushed into him. His hands caressed my tits. He pulled at my nipples.
I fucked him.
His fingers fell to my pussy. He rubbed my clit as he fucked me. I came again.
There was a knock on the door.
We heard a voice, "Sorry guys. I have to lock this section."
I giggled. Kush said we'd be right out.
Kush pulled out of me. I felt empty. I wanted to be full again. He handed me my dress. I reached for my underwear.
"You don't need that," he said.
He put my underwear in his pocket. I pulled on my dress. My bra he carried.
"Let's go to your room," he said.
"Why mine?" I asked.
"So you don't have to wander embarrassingly through the hotel in the morning."
I laughed. We made out as we rode the elevator to my floor.
When we got to my room he tried to grab me and kiss me. I danced out of his reach. I started to undo his tie. He reached for me. Every time he did I'd slap his hands away and tell him to stop.
I undid his tie held it up and dropped it on the floor. I put some music on. I danced in behind him I helped him out of his jacket and threw it on a chair.
Again he grabbed at me. I slapped his hand away playfully.
I started unbuttoning his shirt. I pulled it off of him. He had a nice chest. I ran my hand down it. Again he reached for me.
"Nu uh uh," I said. Wagging a finger at him.
I pushed him over onto the bed. With him sitting on the bed I knelt between his legs. I removed his shoes and socks. I undid his belt buckle and pants. I pulled them off him. As I did his cock sprung into view. I was right. It was bigger than average. Straight with a gorgeous tip.
He reached for me again.
"Stop, it's my turn."
He stopped. I took his cock in my hands. I liked the way it felt. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to suck that cock. I wanted to give him the best blow job he ever had. The problem? I'd never given a blow job before.
I looked at his cock. I kissed the tip. There was a drop of pre-cum on it. I licked it up. It tasted good. I never liked it before, today I could swallow a mouthful. I wrapped my lips around his cock. I liked the way it felt. I liked how soft the skin was but how hard the shaft was.
I remember someone telling me it was just like eating a Popsicle. I envisioned this 8" fat Popsicle and started licking and shaking it. He moaned. I used the shaft as a handle as I bobbed up and down on it. I was loving it. I actually made noises like I was enjoying my Popsicle.
After about 3 minutes he stood up. He picked me up in his arms and threw me on the bed. He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders. Oh my god, he was going to eat my pussy. No one had ever done that before.
I rephrase that. No one had done it to me before. He'd obviously done it before. His tongue was amazing. I'd feel it circle my clit and then suck on it with just the right amount of pressure. I came with his face buried between my legs.
"God I love your tongue. That feels amazing. Lick my pussy. I'm cumming! I'm cumming."
I felt it wash over me. Crashing against my pussy. A warm glow followed.
He pulled my dress off me. He climbed on top of me and kissed me, my legs spread. I reached down and guided his cock into me. This time we took it slow. Long slow strokes. He'd kiss my neck and suck on my nipples. He'd caress my breasts and kiss me again. All the time taking long slow strokes. I'd moan every time he filled me up.
He started stroking faster. I started fucking him back. I loved feeling him shove that cook in me.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh my god that's so good, it's been so long. I love your cock. Fuck me with it."
Soon I felt my orgasm building. This one crashed over me with wave after wave of pleasure.
"You're making me cum. Uh, uh, uh, mmmmmm, I'm cumming. Keep fucking me. I'm cumming."
I felt him stiffen. His cock throbbed. He was cumming. I could feel the hot jets against my pussy. I came again.
Slowly he slipped out of me. He rolled over on his back breathing heavily. I could see his softening cock glistening with his cum and my pussy juices. I leaned over him, took his cock in my mouth and sucked him clean.
We both fell asleep.
When I woke up he was gone. Well, I thought, what was I expecting. I knew this was not how relationships started. I packed my bags and went to check out at the front desk. The desk clerk said there was a message for me. He came back with an envelope and a rose.
The note read, "Sorry I had to run. I was having breakfast with my mom. I'd love to see you again. Can we have dinner one day this week? I don't have your number. Please call me."
He left his number and his email.
I felt good. I felt sexy. I felt beautiful. I felt strong.
I'd give it a day, but I knew I'd call.
THE END