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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.
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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
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KRITI SANON
Kriti Sanon shifted in her chair and sighed. It felt like the meeting would never end. As her boss droned on and on about quarterly reports, sneaked a glance at her phone. She was surprised to see that she had an email from Kush, the newest, and downright sexiest, member of her team at work. The subject of the email read, "Thought You Might be Interested." She glanced up to see him watching her closely from across the conference room table.
He winked.
Blushing slightly, she looked back down at her phone and tapped the email. Her jaw dropped open as she saw the first line of an article embedded in the email, "Anal Pleasure - 25 Tricks to Make Him Wild".
Flustered, she looked back up at Kush, but he was now attentively watching the presentation in progress.
It must be junk mail, she thought as she hastily looked back down at her phone and moved to delete the email. Then she wavered for a moment, surprised at the tingle of curiosity that was competing with her embarrassment. Anal play had always seemed dirty to her, like something she would never bring herself to do. But then, she thought suddenly, perhaps the article was just an unfortunate ad and Kush's actual message was below. She scrolled down.
If it was an ad, it was thorough. She scrolled slowly, not quite able to tear hear eyes from the scandalous tips and hints. Within each scroll further down her embarrassment and disgust melted away into curiosity and then, to her great surprise, arousal. Her breaths came faster, and she knew dimly that a dampness was growing in-between her legs. The filthy contents of the article drove everything else from her mind, and she forgot that she was sitting in the conference room surrounded by her colleagues. Her cheeks flushed as she read faster and faster, and suddenly an image of Kush pounding into her from behind leapt into her mind.
"Kriti Sanon?" her boss said loudly, and she jumped. In a panic she stuffed her phone in her pocket, hoping desperately no one had seen what she was reading.
"I'm sorry," she stammered. "I was," she paused and frantically thought of a lie. "Reading an email on the Ranston project."
"I hope you're close to finishing," her boss said, eyebrows raised.
"Um, what?" Kriti Sanon asked. She was suddenly aware of the room full of people watching her fumble for words, and she was horrified at the insane desire to laugh rising up in her.
"Finishing with the Ranston project," her boss said impatiently.
"Oh yes. Yes it will be done by the end of the week at the latest."
"Good," her boss said, turning back to her presentation.
Kriti Sanon took a shuddering breath and braved a glance at Kush. He was shaking with barely suppressed laughter. She felt a wave of anger rise in her. He knew exactly what she had been reading, and he had sent it during the meeting to distract her. Furiously she deleted the email, and turned her full attention to the presentation.
Later that evening she poured a glass of wine and curled up on her couch to enjoy a book. After a while she realized she had been reading the same paragraph over and over without taking in anything. Her mind kept drifting to the humiliating experience in the conference room.
She had never been so embarrassed. It disturbed her just how engrossed she had been in the article, and she was mortified that she had actually started to get turned on. She blushed fiercely again, but even as she tried desperately to push what she had read out of her mind her body responded with a rush of excitement. Unbidden and unwanted an image sprang to her mind of herself lying face down on a bed, spreading her own ass.
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At that thought she let out a quiet moan, and with resignation she acknowledged that she was dripping wet. Maybe she just needed to get off, and her body's reaction wasn't actually due to what she had read earlier.
In one swallow she finished the rest of her wine, and lay back on the couch. Closing her eyes she pulled her shirt up to reveal her substantial breasts. Her bra was long gone, and now she massaged one breast, twirling her fingers around her nipple, pinching and flicking until it stood on end. With her other hand she pushed aside her panties and felt how wet she was, just from remembering her experience in the conference room.
With an effort she pushed all thoughts of her embarrassment from her mind, trailed her fingers up from her dripping pussy and began to circle her clit. She moved her fingers in rhythm together, tormenting her nipples and her clit in unison, faster and then slower, taking short breaks to plunge her fingers into herself as deep as they would go. She let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and heard her own breathing grow shaky.
With a shudder she remembered what she had read earlier. Humiliation and anger flooded through her even as her body screamed for further release. Slowly, tentatively, she trailed her dripping fingers down past her pussy toward her other, more sensitive hole. Nervously she circled her sensitive bud, and the gentle touch sent shivers of pleasure through her. All her embarrassment, all her humiliation dropped away and she reveled in the new sensations.
She moved her other hand down to stroke her clit, edging around and around it, making herself squirm with pleasure. With one finger stroking up and down her sensitive bud, she began to do figure eights around her clit with her other hand. She gasped and writhed under the double stimulation. Within moments she felt the wave of intense pleasure rising. She let out a quiet moan and began to tease her tight hole, her circles and strokes getting smaller and smaller, all the while rubbing her clit faster and faster. It was almost too much, she felt herself reaching the edge, and then she slowly pushed her finger in to her tight bud, just to the first knuckle. The sharp, burning sensation drew a gasp from her, and her other hand moved frantically over her clit. She was panting now, the double stimulation nearly too much to bear.
Suddenly she pictured Kush watching her as she was now, laid out on the couch, panting and flushed and so close to finishing herself off. "Oh my god," she arched her back and moaned as the image of him pushed her over the edge. She felt the intense waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again, her hips bucking against her hands as she gave in to the powerful orgasm. As she lay back on the couch, flushed and dripping wet, she thought with a shock of pleasure and embarrassment of how Kush would react if he knew what she had just done, and what had pushed her over the edge.
The next day at work she tried desperately to focus, but found herself daydreaming about Kush and wondering what it would be like to be with him. Unbidden an image of him taking her and bending her over her desk and fucking her hard came to mind. She blushed with humiliation at the thought, and with fury realized she was getting wet.
"...Kriti Sanon?" The voice came behind her and she jumped. It was her boss, and she looked frustrated.
"Yes, sorry I didn't hear you," Kriti Sanon said, flustered. She could feel how red her face was and tried desperately to ignore it.
"I said the deadline on the Ranston project has been moved up. It's due tomorrow morning. Can you make that happen or do I need to give the project to someone else?"
Tomorrow morning. Kriti Sanon knew the project would take at least 12 hours to complete, and it was already mid-afternoon.
"I can try," Kriti Sanon stammered. "It's a lot but I think I can get it done." She hoped desperately she was right. The Ranston account was one of the agency's biggest clients and she knew if she messed this up it could cost her the job.
"Great. It'll probably be a long night, you should order some dinner." Her boss began to move away and then called over her shoulder, "Get Kush to help you, he's great with tight deadlines." She motioned Kushover and then she was gone, leaving Kriti Sanon in a full state of panic.
"Happy to help, why don't you get me up to speed?" Kush grinned over at her.
"Right, let me show you what I've been working on," she said, turning back to her computer to hide her embarrassment. She tried to act normal, but she couldn't quite meet his teasing gaze. He moved his chair over next to hers, leaning slightly over so that he could see her screen. She did her best to focus on the task at hand, but she felt her body react to his nearness. When he accidentally brushed her hand with his she felt her skin zap and tingle with pleasure, and she hated herself for it.
"This isn't working," Kush said abruptly.
"Oh, what?" Kriti Sanon forced herself to look over at him.
"I mean you're stressed, not focused. If we are going to get this done by tomorrow morning you need to relax." He stood. "And I know just what will do the trick." He grinned at her and held out his hand.
She stared as his outstretched hand. The long moment dragged out as humiliation and outrage battled the undeniable wetness she felt growing and soaking her panties. Her eyes traveled up his powerful body to his chiseled face and, smirking, he winked at her again.
A shiver of pleasure shot through her and she shamelessly took his hand. His grin grew wider and he guided her quickly toward the elevators. He swiped an access card and pushed the button for the top level, a rooftop garden typically reserved for office events and fancy catered meals.
"I didn't know you had access to the roof," Kriti Sanon said.
"I don't," his eyes twinkled. "I stole a card from Alicia in accounting about a week ago and she hasn't reported it missing yet." The doors opened, and the sunlight streamed over both of them.
Kriti Sanon stepped outside and took in the gorgeous view. From the roof there was a view of the entire city, the water sparkling in the distance. She felt herself relax as she breathed in the crisp winter air.
"I've been coming up here all week, just to take a moment and relax from the stress of the day." Kushsaid, watching her as she took in the view. "I thought it might help you relax."
She turned to him with a wide smile. "This is not what I was expecting, but you're right, this is exactly what I needed. Thank you." She held his gaze for a moment, and then shivered. "It's cold! I should have brought my coat."
"Let me show you the best part," Kush quickly took off his own coat and draped it over her, and then took her hand. She felt another tingle at his touch, and followed him closely as he guided her around the corner to where a lush greenhouse covered a large portion of the roof. Using his key card again, he swiped them through the door and she found herself surrounded by gorgeous greenery.
"This is so beautiful," she said, turning slowly to take in the plants draped throughout the glass building.
"And you look beautiful in here." Kush responded. "Warm enough?"
She nodded, and then stood frozen as Kush reached his arms around her to retrieve his coat. Before she knew what she was doing, she was running her hands up his white shirt, feeling his taught muscles underneath. Kush grew still, and when Kriti Sanon looked up his smirk was gone and she saw her own burning desire reflected in his eyes.
Slowly, with torturous leisure, he leaned further in and brushed his lips across her own. She felt like she was falling, the plants around her spun and sparkled and Kush's mouth hovered a breath away from her own. And then she kissed him back, first gently, exploring his mouth with her own and then harder as her body demanded more of him. She felt herself melt even further into his strong arms and she drug her fingers up and down his back, feeling his powerful body through his thin shirt. Somehow he felt safe and dangerous all at once, like a friendly river that could carry her away if she wasn't careful.
His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, kissing and biting her ear and then hear collarbone. She let out a shuddering moan and clung to him even tighter. With one of his strong hands he held her close, and with the other he slipped under her skirt and began to stroke her dripping wet pussy.
"Is this alright?" He whispered hoarsely in her ear.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Please don't stop." Her body ached for more of him, for more than a stolen kiss and a gentle tease.
Suddenly, he removed his hand and she gasped at the unexpected withdrawal. He grinned at her as he guided her toward a bench and motioned for her to sit. Then, eyes locked on hers, he dropped to his knees and ran his hands slowly up her thighs. She moaned again with pleasure and leaned back while he stripped off her soaking panties. Slowly he planted kisses on her legs, her thighs, trailing his mouth closer to her dripping pussy. Then his mouth was on her clit, his tongue circling and flicking her throbbing nub. She gasped with pleasure.
"You taste so good," he growled, and the gentle rumble of his voice sent a thrill through her. He held her eyes with his own as he lifted his mouth and blew gently. The cold air on her throbbing clit felt like ice and she gasped. Then he gave one slow lick up her pussy and across her clit and she shuddered with the sensation. Slowly now, taking his time he sucked and teased her, bring her close to the edge from clitoral stimulation alone. Then, with another quick smirk, he sucked his own finger and then traced up her slit and dipped into her pussy, combining one beckoning finger with his exploring tongue on her clit. She had one hand in his hair go guide his mouth but he needed no guidance. His tongue flicked and darted, moving in circles and bringing her closer and closer. He added a second finger and began to fuck her with earnest. She felt the pressure building and she moaned with pleasure.
Suddenly his fingers were gone and he was grinning up at her.
"Oh god no keep going," she panted, raising her hips to bring back the pleasure of his mouth.
"You look so hot right now," he said, ignoring her desperation. For a long moment he slowly drank in her appearance, as she lay disheveled, pussy dripping and desperately close to finishing. She could see his erection bulging through his slacks, and felt a fierce pleasure at knowing how turned on he was by her own desperation. "Now," he said. "Turn around."
She hadn't thought she could be more turned on but the command made her feel weak with desire. She wanted nothing more than to obey him, and quickly turned around bent over, leaning her arms on the bench. Unconsciously she reached down and began to rub her pussy.
"Stop that," he ordered, and she groaned but obeyed. She was wild now, near the point of begging him to fuck her, she was so close to finishing her body ached with it.
"Good girl," he said approvingly, and she squirmed with pleasure. He continued, "You will wait to cum until I tell you, understand?" She groaned her agreement and just barely kept herself from begging him to make it quick. She didn't know how long she could hold out.
Then her skirt was gone and he was massaging her cheeks, slowly spreading them apart and taking in the sight of her tight hole. "My god you're beautiful," he said and a whimper of pleasure escaped her. The whimper turned into a gasp as he lowered his mouth and licked across her hole slowly, gently circling her sensitive bud with his tongue. This new sensation drove every other thought out of her mind and she pushed back into his tongue, hoping he would dip inside even slightly. Instead he pulled back, "None of that," he admonished. She moved back and was immediately rewarded with his mouth on her hole again.
He took his time exploring with his tongue, circling and lapping like he had never tasting anything so delicious. Her arms began to shake with the effort of holding herself up on the bench, but then he began to lick faster with more deliberate strokes and circles until he abruptly pushed his tongue inside her. She cried out with the sharp burn, but the pain quickly gave way to a deep pleasure, and she unconsciously bucked back into his face, trying to force his tongue further inside of her.
Suddenly he moved again, and she came back to herself, bent over panting, her eyes dark with arousal and the effort to not cum. Vaguely she realized that he was finally undressing and she burned with shame knowing that she still stood bent over, fully naked, ass and pussy offered freely to a completely clothed man. Then he was behind her again, and her desperation for him to fill her completely drove every other thought from her mind. Roughly he pulled her back toward him and she felt his erection press up between her legs. She moaned and pushed back into him, and she felt his cock slide into her dripping pussy. He held her hips and rocked against her with slow thrusts. He trailed kisses along the back of her neck with each thrust, his hot breath in her ear as she felt him drive deeper and deeper inside her. She needed more, she wanted more, she was so close to finishing and as his thrusts came faster and faster she could feel herself nearing the edge yet again. Her clit screamed for stimulation but she clenched her teeth and forced herself to keep her hands on the bench, terrified that he might stop if she disobeyed him. As if in reward for her discipline he reached around and began to stroke her clit in rhythm with his thrusts.
It was almost too much. She felt the powerful orgasm building and she realized the long, drawn out moan she was hearing was her own voice. She threw her head back and gasped.
Then his cock was gone and she whimpered in desperation, bucking and twitching at the sudden emptiness inside her. Then, just as suddenly, she felt the head of his cock press against her tiny bud, still warm and loosened from his mouth. She tensed slightly, and he pulled her closer to whisper, "You need to relax," in her ear. Before she could respond she felt a sharp burn as the head of his cock, still dripping wet from her own pussy, penetrated her tiny hole.
She gasped and jerked involuntarily at the sharp burn, but he held her firmly and with one slow thrust he was all the way inside her. The pain brought stinging tears to her eyes, but then a deep tingle of pleasure drove all memory of the pain from her mind. She felt completely full, the burning ignored as she stretched to allow his cock inside of her. The pain served to intensify her pleasure, and her legs twitched with anticipation.
Slowly he drew almost completely out of her, and she whimpered at his absence. Then he pushed all the way back in with one swift thrust and she moaned at the intensity of the feeling. "Push back against me," he commanded, and when she obeyed he began to thrust, slow at first and then faster as she pushed back into his cock. Then he reached around and began to tease her clit again, moving in circles and figure eights with excruciating rhythm.
"God, you are so fucking beautiful like this," he growled as his thrusts became faster. She imagined herself as he saw her, dripping wet, bent over a bench with his cock deep inside her. She moaned as she felt herself nearing the edge of a powerful orgasm.
"Oh god," she panted. "Oh god I need to cum." His thrusts came even faster, his fingers on her clit unfaltering. "Please can I come?" She was begging now, her breathes ragged and she could feel herself losing control.
"You can cum now."
She gasped, and shuddered, and in an instant she exploded into a powerful, shuddering orgasm. She heard her own scream of pleasure from far away as wave after wave of blinding pleasure rolled over her. Dimly she felt his thrusts slow and with a muffled moan of his own he came inside her. Her arms shook with exertion as she bent over with her hands still gripping the bench. His breathing was ragged from behind her and she reveled in the feeling of him coming inside her. After a long moment he slipped out of her, and she could feel his cum dripping slowly out of her stretched out hole.
She straightened slowly, and then felt his strong arms wrap around her.
"Are you relaxed?" Kush asked, smiling down at her.
"What?" She turned around and draped her arms around his neck.
He leaned in and kissed her gently, brushing his lips against her own. "I brought you up here to relax," he murmured. "So we can finish that project tonight."
Kriti burst out laughing. "Yes, I guess I am relaxed," she said, with a grin. "And I know what I want for my reward when we are finished with the project." Kriti smiled teasingly up at him, and pulled him down in to one more long, leisurely kiss.
THE END
Kriti Sanon shifted in her chair and sighed. It felt like the meeting would never end. As her boss droned on and on about quarterly reports, sneaked a glance at her phone. She was surprised to see that she had an email from Kush, the newest, and downright sexiest, member of her team at work. The subject of the email read, "Thought You Might be Interested." She glanced up to see him watching her closely from across the conference room table.
He winked.
Blushing slightly, she looked back down at her phone and tapped the email. Her jaw dropped open as she saw the first line of an article embedded in the email, "Anal Pleasure - 25 Tricks to Make Him Wild".
Flustered, she looked back up at Kush, but he was now attentively watching the presentation in progress.
It must be junk mail, she thought as she hastily looked back down at her phone and moved to delete the email. Then she wavered for a moment, surprised at the tingle of curiosity that was competing with her embarrassment. Anal play had always seemed dirty to her, like something she would never bring herself to do. But then, she thought suddenly, perhaps the article was just an unfortunate ad and Kush's actual message was below. She scrolled down.
If it was an ad, it was thorough. She scrolled slowly, not quite able to tear hear eyes from the scandalous tips and hints. Within each scroll further down her embarrassment and disgust melted away into curiosity and then, to her great surprise, arousal. Her breaths came faster, and she knew dimly that a dampness was growing in-between her legs. The filthy contents of the article drove everything else from her mind, and she forgot that she was sitting in the conference room surrounded by her colleagues. Her cheeks flushed as she read faster and faster, and suddenly an image of Kush pounding into her from behind leapt into her mind.
"Kriti Sanon?" her boss said loudly, and she jumped. In a panic she stuffed her phone in her pocket, hoping desperately no one had seen what she was reading.
"I'm sorry," she stammered. "I was," she paused and frantically thought of a lie. "Reading an email on the Ranston project."
"I hope you're close to finishing," her boss said, eyebrows raised.
"Um, what?" Kriti Sanon asked. She was suddenly aware of the room full of people watching her fumble for words, and she was horrified at the insane desire to laugh rising up in her.
"Finishing with the Ranston project," her boss said impatiently.
"Oh yes. Yes it will be done by the end of the week at the latest."
"Good," her boss said, turning back to her presentation.
Kriti Sanon took a shuddering breath and braved a glance at Kush. He was shaking with barely suppressed laughter. She felt a wave of anger rise in her. He knew exactly what she had been reading, and he had sent it during the meeting to distract her. Furiously she deleted the email, and turned her full attention to the presentation.
Later that evening she poured a glass of wine and curled up on her couch to enjoy a book. After a while she realized she had been reading the same paragraph over and over without taking in anything. Her mind kept drifting to the humiliating experience in the conference room.
She had never been so embarrassed. It disturbed her just how engrossed she had been in the article, and she was mortified that she had actually started to get turned on. She blushed fiercely again, but even as she tried desperately to push what she had read out of her mind her body responded with a rush of excitement. Unbidden and unwanted an image sprang to her mind of herself lying face down on a bed, spreading her own ass.
ford edge 0 60 timesAt that thought she let out a quiet moan, and with resignation she acknowledged that she was dripping wet. Maybe she just needed to get off, and her body's reaction wasn't actually due to what she had read earlier.
In one swallow she finished the rest of her wine, and lay back on the couch. Closing her eyes she pulled her shirt up to reveal her substantial breasts. Her bra was long gone, and now she massaged one breast, twirling her fingers around her nipple, pinching and flicking until it stood on end. With her other hand she pushed aside her panties and felt how wet she was, just from remembering her experience in the conference room.
With an effort she pushed all thoughts of her embarrassment from her mind, trailed her fingers up from her dripping pussy and began to circle her clit. She moved her fingers in rhythm together, tormenting her nipples and her clit in unison, faster and then slower, taking short breaks to plunge her fingers into herself as deep as they would go. She let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and heard her own breathing grow shaky.
With a shudder she remembered what she had read earlier. Humiliation and anger flooded through her even as her body screamed for further release. Slowly, tentatively, she trailed her dripping fingers down past her pussy toward her other, more sensitive hole. Nervously she circled her sensitive bud, and the gentle touch sent shivers of pleasure through her. All her embarrassment, all her humiliation dropped away and she reveled in the new sensations.
She moved her other hand down to stroke her clit, edging around and around it, making herself squirm with pleasure. With one finger stroking up and down her sensitive bud, she began to do figure eights around her clit with her other hand. She gasped and writhed under the double stimulation. Within moments she felt the wave of intense pleasure rising. She let out a quiet moan and began to tease her tight hole, her circles and strokes getting smaller and smaller, all the while rubbing her clit faster and faster. It was almost too much, she felt herself reaching the edge, and then she slowly pushed her finger in to her tight bud, just to the first knuckle. The sharp, burning sensation drew a gasp from her, and her other hand moved frantically over her clit. She was panting now, the double stimulation nearly too much to bear.
Suddenly she pictured Kush watching her as she was now, laid out on the couch, panting and flushed and so close to finishing herself off. "Oh my god," she arched her back and moaned as the image of him pushed her over the edge. She felt the intense waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again, her hips bucking against her hands as she gave in to the powerful orgasm. As she lay back on the couch, flushed and dripping wet, she thought with a shock of pleasure and embarrassment of how Kush would react if he knew what she had just done, and what had pushed her over the edge.
The next day at work she tried desperately to focus, but found herself daydreaming about Kush and wondering what it would be like to be with him. Unbidden an image of him taking her and bending her over her desk and fucking her hard came to mind. She blushed with humiliation at the thought, and with fury realized she was getting wet.
"...Kriti Sanon?" The voice came behind her and she jumped. It was her boss, and she looked frustrated.
"Yes, sorry I didn't hear you," Kriti Sanon said, flustered. She could feel how red her face was and tried desperately to ignore it.
"I said the deadline on the Ranston project has been moved up. It's due tomorrow morning. Can you make that happen or do I need to give the project to someone else?"
Tomorrow morning. Kriti Sanon knew the project would take at least 12 hours to complete, and it was already mid-afternoon.
"I can try," Kriti Sanon stammered. "It's a lot but I think I can get it done." She hoped desperately she was right. The Ranston account was one of the agency's biggest clients and she knew if she messed this up it could cost her the job.
"Great. It'll probably be a long night, you should order some dinner." Her boss began to move away and then called over her shoulder, "Get Kush to help you, he's great with tight deadlines." She motioned Kushover and then she was gone, leaving Kriti Sanon in a full state of panic.
"Happy to help, why don't you get me up to speed?" Kush grinned over at her.
"Right, let me show you what I've been working on," she said, turning back to her computer to hide her embarrassment. She tried to act normal, but she couldn't quite meet his teasing gaze. He moved his chair over next to hers, leaning slightly over so that he could see her screen. She did her best to focus on the task at hand, but she felt her body react to his nearness. When he accidentally brushed her hand with his she felt her skin zap and tingle with pleasure, and she hated herself for it.
"This isn't working," Kush said abruptly.
"Oh, what?" Kriti Sanon forced herself to look over at him.
"I mean you're stressed, not focused. If we are going to get this done by tomorrow morning you need to relax." He stood. "And I know just what will do the trick." He grinned at her and held out his hand.
She stared as his outstretched hand. The long moment dragged out as humiliation and outrage battled the undeniable wetness she felt growing and soaking her panties. Her eyes traveled up his powerful body to his chiseled face and, smirking, he winked at her again.
A shiver of pleasure shot through her and she shamelessly took his hand. His grin grew wider and he guided her quickly toward the elevators. He swiped an access card and pushed the button for the top level, a rooftop garden typically reserved for office events and fancy catered meals.
"I didn't know you had access to the roof," Kriti Sanon said.
"I don't," his eyes twinkled. "I stole a card from Alicia in accounting about a week ago and she hasn't reported it missing yet." The doors opened, and the sunlight streamed over both of them.
Kriti Sanon stepped outside and took in the gorgeous view. From the roof there was a view of the entire city, the water sparkling in the distance. She felt herself relax as she breathed in the crisp winter air.
"I've been coming up here all week, just to take a moment and relax from the stress of the day." Kushsaid, watching her as she took in the view. "I thought it might help you relax."
She turned to him with a wide smile. "This is not what I was expecting, but you're right, this is exactly what I needed. Thank you." She held his gaze for a moment, and then shivered. "It's cold! I should have brought my coat."
"Let me show you the best part," Kush quickly took off his own coat and draped it over her, and then took her hand. She felt another tingle at his touch, and followed him closely as he guided her around the corner to where a lush greenhouse covered a large portion of the roof. Using his key card again, he swiped them through the door and she found herself surrounded by gorgeous greenery.
"This is so beautiful," she said, turning slowly to take in the plants draped throughout the glass building.
"And you look beautiful in here." Kush responded. "Warm enough?"
She nodded, and then stood frozen as Kush reached his arms around her to retrieve his coat. Before she knew what she was doing, she was running her hands up his white shirt, feeling his taught muscles underneath. Kush grew still, and when Kriti Sanon looked up his smirk was gone and she saw her own burning desire reflected in his eyes.
Slowly, with torturous leisure, he leaned further in and brushed his lips across her own. She felt like she was falling, the plants around her spun and sparkled and Kush's mouth hovered a breath away from her own. And then she kissed him back, first gently, exploring his mouth with her own and then harder as her body demanded more of him. She felt herself melt even further into his strong arms and she drug her fingers up and down his back, feeling his powerful body through his thin shirt. Somehow he felt safe and dangerous all at once, like a friendly river that could carry her away if she wasn't careful.
His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, kissing and biting her ear and then hear collarbone. She let out a shuddering moan and clung to him even tighter. With one of his strong hands he held her close, and with the other he slipped under her skirt and began to stroke her dripping wet pussy.
"Is this alright?" He whispered hoarsely in her ear.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Please don't stop." Her body ached for more of him, for more than a stolen kiss and a gentle tease.
Suddenly, he removed his hand and she gasped at the unexpected withdrawal. He grinned at her as he guided her toward a bench and motioned for her to sit. Then, eyes locked on hers, he dropped to his knees and ran his hands slowly up her thighs. She moaned again with pleasure and leaned back while he stripped off her soaking panties. Slowly he planted kisses on her legs, her thighs, trailing his mouth closer to her dripping pussy. Then his mouth was on her clit, his tongue circling and flicking her throbbing nub. She gasped with pleasure.
"You taste so good," he growled, and the gentle rumble of his voice sent a thrill through her. He held her eyes with his own as he lifted his mouth and blew gently. The cold air on her throbbing clit felt like ice and she gasped. Then he gave one slow lick up her pussy and across her clit and she shuddered with the sensation. Slowly now, taking his time he sucked and teased her, bring her close to the edge from clitoral stimulation alone. Then, with another quick smirk, he sucked his own finger and then traced up her slit and dipped into her pussy, combining one beckoning finger with his exploring tongue on her clit. She had one hand in his hair go guide his mouth but he needed no guidance. His tongue flicked and darted, moving in circles and bringing her closer and closer. He added a second finger and began to fuck her with earnest. She felt the pressure building and she moaned with pleasure.
Suddenly his fingers were gone and he was grinning up at her.
"Oh god no keep going," she panted, raising her hips to bring back the pleasure of his mouth.
"You look so hot right now," he said, ignoring her desperation. For a long moment he slowly drank in her appearance, as she lay disheveled, pussy dripping and desperately close to finishing. She could see his erection bulging through his slacks, and felt a fierce pleasure at knowing how turned on he was by her own desperation. "Now," he said. "Turn around."
She hadn't thought she could be more turned on but the command made her feel weak with desire. She wanted nothing more than to obey him, and quickly turned around bent over, leaning her arms on the bench. Unconsciously she reached down and began to rub her pussy.
"Stop that," he ordered, and she groaned but obeyed. She was wild now, near the point of begging him to fuck her, she was so close to finishing her body ached with it.
"Good girl," he said approvingly, and she squirmed with pleasure. He continued, "You will wait to cum until I tell you, understand?" She groaned her agreement and just barely kept herself from begging him to make it quick. She didn't know how long she could hold out.
Then her skirt was gone and he was massaging her cheeks, slowly spreading them apart and taking in the sight of her tight hole. "My god you're beautiful," he said and a whimper of pleasure escaped her. The whimper turned into a gasp as he lowered his mouth and licked across her hole slowly, gently circling her sensitive bud with his tongue. This new sensation drove every other thought out of her mind and she pushed back into his tongue, hoping he would dip inside even slightly. Instead he pulled back, "None of that," he admonished. She moved back and was immediately rewarded with his mouth on her hole again.
He took his time exploring with his tongue, circling and lapping like he had never tasting anything so delicious. Her arms began to shake with the effort of holding herself up on the bench, but then he began to lick faster with more deliberate strokes and circles until he abruptly pushed his tongue inside her. She cried out with the sharp burn, but the pain quickly gave way to a deep pleasure, and she unconsciously bucked back into his face, trying to force his tongue further inside of her.
Suddenly he moved again, and she came back to herself, bent over panting, her eyes dark with arousal and the effort to not cum. Vaguely she realized that he was finally undressing and she burned with shame knowing that she still stood bent over, fully naked, ass and pussy offered freely to a completely clothed man. Then he was behind her again, and her desperation for him to fill her completely drove every other thought from her mind. Roughly he pulled her back toward him and she felt his erection press up between her legs. She moaned and pushed back into him, and she felt his cock slide into her dripping pussy. He held her hips and rocked against her with slow thrusts. He trailed kisses along the back of her neck with each thrust, his hot breath in her ear as she felt him drive deeper and deeper inside her. She needed more, she wanted more, she was so close to finishing and as his thrusts came faster and faster she could feel herself nearing the edge yet again. Her clit screamed for stimulation but she clenched her teeth and forced herself to keep her hands on the bench, terrified that he might stop if she disobeyed him. As if in reward for her discipline he reached around and began to stroke her clit in rhythm with his thrusts.
It was almost too much. She felt the powerful orgasm building and she realized the long, drawn out moan she was hearing was her own voice. She threw her head back and gasped.
Then his cock was gone and she whimpered in desperation, bucking and twitching at the sudden emptiness inside her. Then, just as suddenly, she felt the head of his cock press against her tiny bud, still warm and loosened from his mouth. She tensed slightly, and he pulled her closer to whisper, "You need to relax," in her ear. Before she could respond she felt a sharp burn as the head of his cock, still dripping wet from her own pussy, penetrated her tiny hole.
She gasped and jerked involuntarily at the sharp burn, but he held her firmly and with one slow thrust he was all the way inside her. The pain brought stinging tears to her eyes, but then a deep tingle of pleasure drove all memory of the pain from her mind. She felt completely full, the burning ignored as she stretched to allow his cock inside of her. The pain served to intensify her pleasure, and her legs twitched with anticipation.
Slowly he drew almost completely out of her, and she whimpered at his absence. Then he pushed all the way back in with one swift thrust and she moaned at the intensity of the feeling. "Push back against me," he commanded, and when she obeyed he began to thrust, slow at first and then faster as she pushed back into his cock. Then he reached around and began to tease her clit again, moving in circles and figure eights with excruciating rhythm.
"God, you are so fucking beautiful like this," he growled as his thrusts became faster. She imagined herself as he saw her, dripping wet, bent over a bench with his cock deep inside her. She moaned as she felt herself nearing the edge of a powerful orgasm.
"Oh god," she panted. "Oh god I need to cum." His thrusts came even faster, his fingers on her clit unfaltering. "Please can I come?" She was begging now, her breathes ragged and she could feel herself losing control.
"You can cum now."
She gasped, and shuddered, and in an instant she exploded into a powerful, shuddering orgasm. She heard her own scream of pleasure from far away as wave after wave of blinding pleasure rolled over her. Dimly she felt his thrusts slow and with a muffled moan of his own he came inside her. Her arms shook with exertion as she bent over with her hands still gripping the bench. His breathing was ragged from behind her and she reveled in the feeling of him coming inside her. After a long moment he slipped out of her, and she could feel his cum dripping slowly out of her stretched out hole.
She straightened slowly, and then felt his strong arms wrap around her.
"Are you relaxed?" Kush asked, smiling down at her.
"What?" She turned around and draped her arms around his neck.
He leaned in and kissed her gently, brushing his lips against her own. "I brought you up here to relax," he murmured. "So we can finish that project tonight."
Kriti burst out laughing. "Yes, I guess I am relaxed," she said, with a grin. "And I know what I want for my reward when we are finished with the project." Kriti smiled teasingly up at him, and pulled him down in to one more long, leisurely kiss.
THE END
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Kriti Sanon shifted in her chair and sighed. It felt like the meeting would never end. As her boss droned on and on about quarterly reports, sneaked a glance at her phone. She was surprised to see that she had an email from Kush, the newest, and downright sexiest, member of her team at work. The subject of the email read, "Thought You Might be Interested." She glanced up to see him watching her closely from across the conference room table.
He winked.
Blushing slightly, she looked back down at her phone and tapped the email. Her jaw dropped open as she saw the first line of an article embedded in the email, "Anal Pleasure - 25 Tricks to Make Him Wild".
Flustered, she looked back up at Kush, but he was now attentively watching the presentation in progress.
It must be junk mail, she thought as she hastily looked back down at her phone and moved to delete the email. Then she wavered for a moment, surprised at the tingle of curiosity that was competing with her embarrassment. Anal play had always seemed dirty to her, like something she would never bring herself to do. But then, she thought suddenly, perhaps the article was just an unfortunate ad and Kush's actual message was below. She scrolled down.
If it was an ad, it was thorough. She scrolled slowly, not quite able to tear hear eyes from the scandalous tips and hints. Within each scroll further down her embarrassment and disgust melted away into curiosity and then, to her great surprise, arousal. Her breaths came faster, and she knew dimly that a dampness was growing in-between her legs. The filthy contents of the article drove everything else from her mind, and she forgot that she was sitting in the conference room surrounded by her colleagues. Her cheeks flushed as she read faster and faster, and suddenly an image of Kush pounding into her from behind leapt into her mind.
"Kriti Sanon?" her boss said loudly, and she jumped. In a panic she stuffed her phone in her pocket, hoping desperately no one had seen what she was reading.
"I'm sorry," she stammered. "I was," she paused and frantically thought of a lie. "Reading an email on the Ranston project."
"I hope you're close to finishing," her boss said, eyebrows raised.
"Um, what?" Kriti Sanon asked. She was suddenly aware of the room full of people watching her fumble for words, and she was horrified at the insane desire to laugh rising up in her.
"Finishing with the Ranston project," her boss said impatiently.
"Oh yes. Yes it will be done by the end of the week at the latest."
"Good," her boss said, turning back to her presentation.
Kriti Sanon took a shuddering breath and braved a glance at Kush. He was shaking with barely suppressed laughter. She felt a wave of anger rise in her. He knew exactly what she had been reading, and he had sent it during the meeting to distract her. Furiously she deleted the email, and turned her full attention to the presentation.
Later that evening she poured a glass of wine and curled up on her couch to enjoy a book. After a while she realized she had been reading the same paragraph over and over without taking in anything. Her mind kept drifting to the humiliating experience in the conference room.
She had never been so embarrassed. It disturbed her just how engrossed she had been in the article, and she was mortified that she had actually started to get turned on. She blushed fiercely again, but even as she tried desperately to push what she had read out of her mind her body responded with a rush of excitement. Unbidden and unwanted an image sprang to her mind of herself lying face down on a bed, spreading her own ass.
At that thought she let out a quiet moan, and with resignation she acknowledged that she was dripping wet. Maybe she just needed to get off, and her body's reaction wasn't actually due to what she had read earlier.
In one swallow she finished the rest of her wine, and lay back on the couch. Closing her eyes she pulled her shirt up to reveal her substantial breasts. Her bra was long gone, and now she massaged one breast, twirling her fingers around her nipple, pinching and flicking until it stood on end. With her other hand she pushed aside her panties and felt how wet she was, just from remembering her experience in the conference room.
With an effort she pushed all thoughts of her embarrassment from her mind, trailed her fingers up from her dripping pussy and began to circle her clit. She moved her fingers in rhythm together, tormenting her nipples and her clit in unison, faster and then slower, taking short breaks to plunge her fingers into herself as deep as they would go. She let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and heard her own breathing grow shaky.
With a shudder she remembered what she had read earlier. Humiliation and anger flooded through her even as her body screamed for further release. Slowly, tentatively, she trailed her dripping fingers down past her pussy toward her other, more sensitive hole. Nervously she circled her sensitive bud, and the gentle touch sent shivers of pleasure through her. All her embarrassment, all her humiliation dropped away and she reveled in the new sensations.
She moved her other hand down to stroke her clit, edging around and around it, making herself squirm with pleasure. With one finger stroking up and down her sensitive bud, she began to do figure eights around her clit with her other hand. She gasped and writhed under the double stimulation. Within moments she felt the wave of intense pleasure rising. She let out a quiet moan and began to tease her tight hole, her circles and strokes getting smaller and smaller, all the while rubbing her clit faster and faster. It was almost too much, she felt herself reaching the edge, and then she slowly pushed her finger in to her tight bud, just to the first knuckle. The sharp, burning sensation drew a gasp from her, and her other hand moved frantically over her clit. She was panting now, the double stimulation nearly too much to bear.
Suddenly she pictured Kush watching her as she was now, laid out on the couch, panting and flushed and so close to finishing herself off. "Oh my god," she arched her back and moaned as the image of him pushed her over the edge. She felt the intense waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again, her hips bucking against her hands as she gave in to the powerful orgasm. As she lay back on the couch, flushed and dripping wet, she thought with a shock of pleasure and embarrassment of how Kush would react if he knew what she had just done, and what had pushed her over the edge.
The next day at work she tried desperately to focus, but found herself daydreaming about Kush and wondering what it would be like to be with him. Unbidden an image of him taking her and bending her over her desk and fucking her hard came to mind. She blushed with humiliation at the thought, and with fury realized she was getting wet.
"...Kriti Sanon?" The voice came behind her and she jumped. It was her boss, and she looked frustrated.
"Yes, sorry I didn't hear you," Kriti Sanon said, flustered. She could feel how red her face was and tried desperately to ignore it.
"I said the deadline on the Ranston project has been moved up. It's due tomorrow morning. Can you make that happen or do I need to give the project to someone else?"
Tomorrow morning. Kriti Sanon knew the project would take at least 12 hours to complete, and it was already mid-afternoon.
"I can try," Kriti Sanon stammered. "It's a lot but I think I can get it done." She hoped desperately she was right. The Ranston account was one of the agency's biggest clients and she knew if she messed this up it could cost her the job.
"Great. It'll probably be a long night, you should order some dinner." Her boss began to move away and then called over her shoulder, "Get Kush to help you, he's great with tight deadlines." She motioned Kushover and then she was gone, leaving Kriti Sanon in a full state of panic.
"Happy to help, why don't you get me up to speed?" Kush grinned over at her.
"Right, let me show you what I've been working on," she said, turning back to her computer to hide her embarrassment. She tried to act normal, but she couldn't quite meet his teasing gaze. He moved his chair over next to hers, leaning slightly over so that he could see her screen. She did her best to focus on the task at hand, but she felt her body react to his nearness. When he accidentally brushed her hand with his she felt her skin zap and tingle with pleasure, and she hated herself for it.
"This isn't working," Kush said abruptly.
"Oh, what?" Kriti Sanon forced herself to look over at him.
"I mean you're stressed, not focused. If we are going to get this done by tomorrow morning you need to relax." He stood. "And I know just what will do the trick." He grinned at her and held out his hand.
She stared as his outstretched hand. The long moment dragged out as humiliation and outrage battled the undeniable wetness she felt growing and soaking her panties. Her eyes traveled up his powerful body to his chiseled face and, smirking, he winked at her again.
A shiver of pleasure shot through her and she shamelessly took his hand. His grin grew wider and he guided her quickly toward the elevators. He swiped an access card and pushed the button for the top level, a rooftop garden typically reserved for office events and fancy catered meals.
"I didn't know you had access to the roof," Kriti Sanon said.
"I don't," his eyes twinkled. "I stole a card from Alicia in accounting about a week ago and she hasn't reported it missing yet." The doors opened, and the sunlight streamed over both of them.
Kriti Sanon stepped outside and took in the gorgeous view. From the roof there was a view of the entire city, the water sparkling in the distance. She felt herself relax as she breathed in the crisp winter air.
"I've been coming up here all week, just to take a moment and relax from the stress of the day." Kushsaid, watching her as she took in the view. "I thought it might help you relax."
She turned to him with a wide smile. "This is not what I was expecting, but you're right, this is exactly what I needed. Thank you." She held his gaze for a moment, and then shivered. "It's cold! I should have brought my coat."
"Let me show you the best part," Kush quickly took off his own coat and draped it over her, and then took her hand. She felt another tingle at his touch, and followed him closely as he guided her around the corner to where a lush greenhouse covered a large portion of the roof. Using his key card again, he swiped them through the door and she found herself surrounded by gorgeous greenery.
"This is so beautiful," she said, turning slowly to take in the plants draped throughout the glass building.
"And you look beautiful in here." Kush responded. "Warm enough?"
She nodded, and then stood frozen as Kush reached his arms around her to retrieve his coat. Before she knew what she was doing, she was running her hands up his white shirt, feeling his taught muscles underneath. Kush grew still, and when Kriti Sanon looked up his smirk was gone and she saw her own burning desire reflected in his eyes.
Slowly, with torturous leisure, he leaned further in and brushed his lips across her own. She felt like she was falling, the plants around her spun and sparkled and Kush's mouth hovered a breath away from her own. And then she kissed him back, first gently, exploring his mouth with her own and then harder as her body demanded more of him. She felt herself melt even further into his strong arms and she drug her fingers up and down his back, feeling his powerful body through his thin shirt. Somehow he felt safe and dangerous all at once, like a friendly river that could carry her away if she wasn't careful.
His mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, kissing and biting her ear and then hear collarbone. She let out a shuddering moan and clung to him even tighter. With one of his strong hands he held her close, and with the other he slipped under her skirt and began to stroke her dripping wet pussy.
"Is this alright?" He whispered hoarsely in her ear.
"Oh god," she moaned. "Please don't stop." Her body ached for more of him, for more than a stolen kiss and a gentle tease.
Suddenly, he removed his hand and she gasped at the unexpected withdrawal. He grinned at her as he guided her toward a bench and motioned for her to sit. Then, eyes locked on hers, he dropped to his knees and ran his hands slowly up her thighs. She moaned again with pleasure and leaned back while he stripped off her soaking panties. Slowly he planted kisses on her legs, her thighs, trailing his mouth closer to her dripping pussy. Then his mouth was on her clit, his tongue circling and flicking her throbbing nub. She gasped with pleasure.
"You taste so good," he growled, and the gentle rumble of his voice sent a thrill through her. He held her eyes with his own as he lifted his mouth and blew gently. The cold air on her throbbing clit felt like ice and she gasped. Then he gave one slow lick up her pussy and across her clit and she shuddered with the sensation. Slowly now, taking his time he sucked and teased her, bring her close to the edge from clitoral stimulation alone. Then, with another quick smirk, he sucked his own finger and then traced up her slit and dipped into her pussy, combining one beckoning finger with his exploring tongue on her clit. She had one hand in his hair go guide his mouth but he needed no guidance. His tongue flicked and darted, moving in circles and bringing her closer and closer. He added a second finger and began to fuck her with earnest. She felt the pressure building and she moaned with pleasure.
Suddenly his fingers were gone and he was grinning up at her.
"Oh god no keep going," she panted, raising her hips to bring back the pleasure of his mouth.
"You look so hot right now," he said, ignoring her desperation. For a long moment he slowly drank in her appearance, as she lay disheveled, pussy dripping and desperately close to finishing. She could see his erection bulging through his slacks, and felt a fierce pleasure at knowing how turned on he was by her own desperation. "Now," he said. "Turn around."
She hadn't thought she could be more turned on but the command made her feel weak with desire. She wanted nothing more than to obey him, and quickly turned around bent over, leaning her arms on the bench. Unconsciously she reached down and began to rub her pussy.
"Stop that," he ordered, and she groaned but obeyed. She was wild now, near the point of begging him to fuck her, she was so close to finishing her body ached with it.
"Good girl," he said approvingly, and she squirmed with pleasure. He continued, "You will wait to cum until I tell you, understand?" She groaned her agreement and just barely kept herself from begging him to make it quick. She didn't know how long she could hold out.
Then her skirt was gone and he was massaging her cheeks, slowly spreading them apart and taking in the sight of her tight hole. "My god you're beautiful," he said and a whimper of pleasure escaped her. The whimper turned into a gasp as he lowered his mouth and licked across her hole slowly, gently circling her sensitive bud with his tongue. This new sensation drove every other thought out of her mind and she pushed back into his tongue, hoping he would dip inside even slightly. Instead he pulled back, "None of that," he admonished. She moved back and was immediately rewarded with his mouth on her hole again.
He took his time exploring with his tongue, circling and lapping like he had never tasting anything so delicious. Her arms began to shake with the effort of holding herself up on the bench, but then he began to lick faster with more deliberate strokes and circles until he abruptly pushed his tongue inside her. She cried out with the sharp burn, but the pain quickly gave way to a deep pleasure, and she unconsciously bucked back into his face, trying to force his tongue further inside of her.
Suddenly he moved again, and she came back to herself, bent over panting, her eyes dark with arousal and the effort to not cum. Vaguely she realized that he was finally undressing and she burned with shame knowing that she still stood bent over, fully naked, ass and pussy offered freely to a completely clothed man. Then he was behind her again, and her desperation for him to fill her completely drove every other thought from her mind. Roughly he pulled her back toward him and she felt his erection press up between her legs. She moaned and pushed back into him, and she felt his cock slide into her dripping pussy. He held her hips and rocked against her with slow thrusts. He trailed kisses along the back of her neck with each thrust, his hot breath in her ear as she felt him drive deeper and deeper inside her. She needed more, she wanted more, she was so close to finishing and as his thrusts came faster and faster she could feel herself nearing the edge yet again. Her clit screamed for stimulation but she clenched her teeth and forced herself to keep her hands on the bench, terrified that he might stop if she disobeyed him. As if in reward for her discipline he reached around and began to stroke her clit in rhythm with his thrusts.
It was almost too much. She felt the powerful orgasm building and she realized the long, drawn out moan she was hearing was her own voice. She threw her head back and gasped.
Then his cock was gone and she whimpered in desperation, bucking and twitching at the sudden emptiness inside her. Then, just as suddenly, she felt the head of his cock press against her tiny bud, still warm and loosened from his mouth. She tensed slightly, and he pulled her closer to whisper, "You need to relax," in her ear. Before she could respond she felt a sharp burn as the head of his cock, still dripping wet from her own pussy, penetrated her tiny hole.
She gasped and jerked involuntarily at the sharp burn, but he held her firmly and with one slow thrust he was all the way inside her. The pain brought stinging tears to her eyes, but then a deep tingle of pleasure drove all memory of the pain from her mind. She felt completely full, the burning ignored as she stretched to allow his cock inside of her. The pain served to intensify her pleasure, and her legs twitched with anticipation.
Slowly he drew almost completely out of her, and she whimpered at his absence. Then he pushed all the way back in with one swift thrust and she moaned at the intensity of the feeling. "Push back against me," he commanded, and when she obeyed he began to thrust, slow at first and then faster as she pushed back into his cock. Then he reached around and began to tease her clit again, moving in circles and figure eights with excruciating rhythm.
"God, you are so fucking beautiful like this," he growled as his thrusts became faster. She imagined herself as he saw her, dripping wet, bent over a bench with his cock deep inside her. She moaned as she felt herself nearing the edge of a powerful orgasm.
"Oh god," she panted. "Oh god I need to cum." His thrusts came even faster, his fingers on her clit unfaltering. "Please can I come?" She was begging now, her breathes ragged and she could feel herself losing control.
"You can cum now."
She gasped, and shuddered, and in an instant she exploded into a powerful, shuddering orgasm. She heard her own scream of pleasure from far away as wave after wave of blinding pleasure rolled over her. Dimly she felt his thrusts slow and with a muffled moan of his own he came inside her. Her arms shook with exertion as she bent over with her hands still gripping the bench. His breathing was ragged from behind her and she reveled in the feeling of him coming inside her. After a long moment he slipped out of her, and she could feel his cum dripping slowly out of her stretched out hole.
She straightened slowly, and then felt his strong arms wrap around her.
"Are you relaxed?" Kush asked, smiling down at her.
"What?" She turned around and draped her arms around his neck.
He leaned in and kissed her gently, brushing his lips against her own. "I brought you up here to relax," he murmured. "So we can finish that project tonight."
Kriti burst out laughing. "Yes, I guess I am relaxed," she said, with a grin. "And I know what I want for my reward when we are finished with the project." Kriti smiled teasingly up at him, and pulled him down in to one more long, leisurely kiss.
THE END
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Wow this fucking awesome... 10/10"That's what I need baby. Right there. I can feel your heart now."
She realized that her heart was engaged and he seemed to like this. She let it go, allowing her feelings of fear and resentment at never being the bride fill her as she sucked and choked on his dick. Emotions that had been pent up inside of her for some time were now escaping and she couldn't stop them. A floodgate had opened inside of her and she was filled with all the feelings that she had been holding onto.
"Yes! Right there! Right there!" Kush was really enjoying himself but just when she thought he was going to cum, he stopped her by putting his hand on her forehead.
"Not yet! I don't want to cum yet! I want to have sex with you," he confessed and she realized she wanted this too. "But first, I want to taste you." He went down on her, using his fingers to open her up and get her ready for his big cock. His tongue flicked her clit, sending sensations of joy from her pussy to her legs and back again. She was shaking as he licked her with short, little strokes in just the right spot. His tongue pressed down a bit harder and it shook her to her core. She knew she shouldn't scream but she couldn't help it. She let out a few wails that would probably make their way to the reception before she got herself under control.
"Okay, okay! Stop! I can't take it!" she begged him.
"Okay. I think you're ready for this." He spread her legs as she lay back on the ottoman, her torso suspended in air and her head resting on the couch. He lifted her legs a bit so he could get a better angle but when he found his way in, neither of them were prepared for how it would make them feel. Jahnvi could feel Kush's pure and raw emotion as their bodies connected for the first time. She suddenly understood what people were talking about when they said they had sexual chemistry. She felt the pull of his heart on her body and she felt her own heart and body respond.
They weren't just fucking as Kush's mouth found hers. They were making love in the most carnal and animalistic ways either of them had ever fucked. Jahnvi could feel the heat from his body, and she could tell that this man was something special. Maybe he was even the one but she couldn't be sure, not now when his cock was in her. His cock was so fucking big but she was shocked at how her pussy absorbed it.
"You feel so good," she moaned.
"So do you," he moaned back and then kissed her. He felt so close to her and it was odd because he hadn't felt anything like this with anyone, not even with his late wife. Jahnvi was special beyond measure and there was no way that he was ever letting her go. He never wanted the sex to end. "Let's try a different position," he suggested and she got on her hands and knees on the ottoman.
"Like this?" she asked and he smiled.
"Sure, let's try it." He sunk his cock into her glorious hole and he hadn't expected this position to be even better, but it absolutely was. She couldn't stop cumming and he could feel the convulsions in her pussy as he fucked her. Everything about Jahnvi was perfect and he was in shock as he strained to keep himself from cumming. Her body and his made magic together, that was all there was to it. He flipped her onto her side and fucked her that way. Same thing. Magic. He flipped her so she was on top, riding him. It didn't matter which way he fucked this woman, her pussy was a perfect fit for his cock and her heart was open for him and wanting. He wanted to complete her, to fill her with his cum but he wanted to make sure it was what she wanted.
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"Can I cum inside of you, Jahnvi? Or would you like it somewhere else."
"Cum deep inside of me," she could barely speak she was so breathless from the orgasms he had given her. It was so fucking hot to see her like that, her makeup all smeared and her body open and taking his dick. He came hard as he looked up at her. She was still moving her hips, working her pussy up and down on his cock when he let go, cumming deep inside of her. She bounced until he put his arms up and grabbed her, willing her to stop.
"Okay, Jahnvi. Stop. I've cum in you."
"Oh, okay," she giggled and he helped her up and off of his cock. Her pussy began to instantly spew the cum he had just deposited back out. "Oh my God! What a mess!"
"Here," he ran to the adjacent bathroom and grabbed a handful of paper towels for her.
"Thank you!" At that very moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Jahnvi? Kira is looking for you. It's time for pictures!"
"Okay! Be right there!"
"Have you seen Kush?"
"He's here too!"
"Oh is he?" the voice of Kira's sister-in-law took on a sexy tone. "Well, hurry up! Pictures start in five minutes."
That was a close call," Jahnvi laughed as she grabbed her dress and pulled it on. "I guess we need to go do pictures. Let's go."
"Not so fast," Kush pulled her to him for another kiss. "You might want to fix your makeup." He led her to the bathroom and all she could do was laugh.
"Oh no! Oh my God! It took me two hours to do my makeup and you ruined it! Thanks a lot," she looked at him angrily but she was cracking a smile.
"Was it worth it?" he asked.
"Maybe. I mean, these might be the only wedding photos I'm actually in. I'm always the bridesmaid, never the bride."
"I think you'd make an excellent bride," Kush said, with a tinge of love in his voice.
"Do you now?"
"Yes. I might just have to snap you up and marry you one of these days just so you can be the bride."
"How kind of you. Just for that reason, huh?"
"Well, that and the fact that we have the best chemistry I've ever had with anyone."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"I felt it too," she admitted.
"I know, baby." He kissed her again and they began to make out. They wanted to keep going but Jahnvi knew she needed to get her makeup fixed and take some pictures.
"I have to go now. Can we hang out more after pictures?"
"I'm saving you a dance, Jahnvi."
"Okay," she giggled and then blushed.
"Okay."
Jahnvi smiled as she went off to find her cosmetic case. She could still feel the chills Kush had given her in her on her skin as she replayed all the special moments from the sex she'd just had with him. Maybe he was the one. Maybe she would be the bride one day, after all. Maybe dreams really did come true. Kush may not have been on her radar before Kira's wedding but now she couldn't ignore how she felt about him. She just knew. He was going to be her husband someday.
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THE END
This was DOPE???????️?️?️Another moment passed. Mouni started to stroke Kush's cock a little faster. I tried to imagine how many times I had jerked him off in the past. A hundred? How many times had I swallowed his come?
Mouni," Kush said. I looked up at him. "Put that cock in your mouth," he said softly.
My heart jumped. "I can't," I said, "Kush, I can't cheat on my husband on my wedding day."
Kush reached out and gently touched my cheek with his fingers. "Mouni," Kush said again, "Put that big cock in your mouth and suck on it." His words sent a chill up my spine.
"I want to Kush. God knows I want to but I can't," I told him.
I released his cock and cupped my breasts. I pulled gently on my nipples. I felt so comfortable playing with my tits in front of Kush.
"Sweetheart," Kush said after a moment, "Suck that big cock."
I looked up at him. A tear was forming in the corner of my eye. He took a half-step closer to me.
Taking his cock by the base Kush lifted it and tapped it against the side of my face. Then he started on my forehead and slowly traced the wide head of his cock down my nose, and pressed it gently on my lips.
"Open your pretty mouth and suck my cock," he said softly.
I looked up at him. Tears were rolling down both cheeks now.
Then I opened my mouth and with only 10 minutes left before my wedding, I slid Kush's big cock inside my mouth and began sucking.
Kush gasped. "God that feels good," he moaned. His cock fit perfectly into my mouth. I continued to stroke him with one lace hand as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. With my other hand I played with his heavy balls.
Get on your knees when you suck cock, you little slut," Kush whispered. Without missing a beat I slid off the chair onto my knees. That's when I really started to suck him hard and fast.
Kush groaned. "You are so... fucking... good at that," Kush said quietly. I popped his cock out of my mouth to look up at him, all the while maintaining a rhythmic stroking with my hand.
"Am I the best cock-sucker you've ever had?" Mouni asked him breathlessly.
"Yes, you are the absolute best little cock-sucker in the world," he replied. My veil slipped down over my face and Kush grabbed it and pulled it back again. "Did you miss sucking me off?" he asked
I nodded enthusiastically. "I missed your taste, and how your hard cock fills my mouth completely," I told him. I pushed his wet dick back into my mouth and let it slide into my throat.
"Do you still think of my when you masturbate?" Kush asked.
"Mm-hmm," I replied.
"Do you still use that big pink dildo when you fuck yourself?" he asked. I could feel Kush was breathing much harder now.
"Mm-hmm," I replied.
I felt spit collecting at the side of my mouth and it was dripping down my chin. I continued to work his cock in and out of my mouth.
"Does your husband like your blowjobs?" Kush asked.
I froze in place. The realization of what I was doing came crashing down on me. Here I was in my wedding dress on my knees, tits-out, sucking my ex-boyfriend's cock.
I paused for a moment, and then resumed sucking Kush's cock. I decided to let the feeling of cheating add to my excitement.
"Mm-hmm," I answered.
"Ya? I bet he loves your perfect blowjobs."
"Is his dick as big as mine?" Kush asked.
"Nnn-nnn." Mouni replied shaking my head 'no'.
Ya, I guess not," Kush said, "You do love a big cock. Do you think of me when he fucks you?"
I only paused for a moment before I answered.
"Mm-hmm," I replied. I could tell Kush loved that answer. He let out a low groan and I squeezed his balls gently.
"GOD that feels SO good!" Kush said through clenched teeth. "I'm gonna come in your mouth, understand? And you're going to swallow every drop."
Before I could answer the door burst open. There stood Marie.
"Oh... my... GOD!" she shouted. I whipped my head around to see her, Kush's fat cock still twitching in my hand.
"Mouni, what the FUCK?!" she shouted.
"Quiet!" I hissed! "Close the door and come here."
I jumped to my feet and pulling Kush by the cock I dragged him to the small bed. Maria closed the door and took a few steps towards us.
"You need to stand guard," I explained. As I spoke I hiked my dress up and grabbing my white panties pulled them down to my ankles.
"Jesus, you... you're going to fuck him right now?" Marie said in disbelief.
I climbed on the bed on all fours and flipped my skirt up off my bare ass. Kush wasted no time. It was as if Marie wasn't standing there at all. He parked himself behind me, lined up his stiff cock with my wet opening and with a single push, drove his wide cock into my slick pussy as far as it would go.
"God, YES," Mouni moaned, "Fuck me! Fuck me one last time!"
"Do NOT fuck her, Kush! I'm warning you!" Marie cried. But Kush ignored her. He screwed me slowly at first, then built up to a steady rhythm.
You love this don't you?" Kush grunted, "You love my big cock inside you, don't you - you dirty little slut."
YES!" I blurted out, "God, Kush, don't stop! Make it hurt..."
I could hear Marie let out an exasperated sigh. "We don't have time for this!" she said looking at her watch.
Kush released my shoulders and grabbed my bare hips. He switched into "jackrabbit" mode, doubling his speed and filling the small room with the wet sounds of slapping flesh.
I could see Marie dash over to the window and look out. She shook her head. "Fuck," I heard her say. She looked over at me. Kush was in high gear, fucking me hard and fast. He held my hips tight. I heard him let out a little gasp with each stab of his thick cock. I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my face. I hoped my makeup wasn't running too badly.
Marie grabbed a tube of lipstick off the desk and ran over to me. She whipped my veil off my face and dropped to her kneed beside the bed. Kush stopped pumping for a moment as Marie quickly re-applied lipstick to my lips. Lipstick that I had left smudged on Kush's big cock. The moment she was finished Kush resumed pounding me.
"God, that feels so GOOD," I moaned. My voice bounced as I took each of Kush's thrusts. My big hanging tits bounced in every direction.
"You stupid slut," Marie said, "You're going to get caught." I looked up. She was standing beside the bed with her arms folded, shaking her head.
Suddenly I felt Marie's hands on my bare breasts. She was pulling my dress up and sliding each of my wobbling tits back into my lace bra. I felt a zing of pleasure as her hands pressed against my engorged nipples. When she was finished I felt her pulling up my zipper.
"I'm coming... Where do you want it?" Kush grunted.
"NOT ON THE DRESS!" Marie and Mouni cried at once.
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Just dump it in her pussy you fucking idiot! We're late!" Marie exclaimed.
Kush's body went stiff and I heard him groan. I felt his big cock pulse over and over inside me. I pushed my bare ass back against him and squeezed my pussy tight. I could feel his tight ball sac pressing hard against my clit. Kush pumped me three more times quickly. Finally I felt him relax. He loosened his grip on my hips.
"Ok, show's over!" Marie said. As Kush's cock slipped from my pussy, I felt Marie grabbing my hand. She pulled me off the bed. My legs were still shaking as I tried to stand. I felt her pulling my dress back down over my bare ass.
Marie ushered me to the door. She turned to face me and spend another few seconds looking me over. She adjusted my veil, and tugged my dress this way and that.
"You smell like a goddamned whore," she muttered. She opened the door and we flew downstairs. Two minutes later I found myself outside on the lawn marching slowly down the aisle. A hundred people were standing, watching me. As I slowly walked I could fell Kush's warm come running out of my bare pussy and down my legs. I hoped no one would notice. I prayed I wasn't leaving a trail.
I met my fiancé at the end of the isle. He was beaming. "You look beautiful," he said.
As the minister began to speak, I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Kush sitting in the crowd. He was smiling and wiping away his tears...with my panties.
THE END
I'm loving this..????He gets dressed and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. Shradha doesn't know how to react. She glances over the side of the bed and sees the drink he had left. She quickly grabs it and takes a big sip. She's so thirsty, but it doesn't help much. She guzzles down the rest. She is too afraid and embarrassed to go back there the party, so she just sits there. Naked except for her socks, she is unsure on what to do.
A few moments pass by and she hears an exchange of talk and laughter right outside of the room. The door bursts open and two guys walk in.
"Damn! Look at this sexy-ass white girl!" one of them shouts.
"I definitely need me a piece of that!" another one exclaims as he lights up a blunt.
Shradha puts her glasses on to get a better look at the guys. She notices one is covered in tattoos, he passes the blunt to her. She hits it and he takes off his shirt exposing more tattoos and a ripped body. The second guy is really tall. He takes the blunt from her and caresses her breast as he stands over her.
The two men begin to take off their clothes. The room was spinning for Shradha . She could hardly see straight but she knew that she wanted more. She lays back and waits. The two guys kneel on the bed, hovering their massive appendages over her face. She is amazed. Never before has she seen so many gigantic cocks, and they were all for her.
She takes both cocks in her hands. Stroking slowly, she embraces the large heads in her palms.
"Mmm yeah, you like that nigga dick, don't ya white girl?"
Shradha shakes her head with a smile. The tattooed stranger moves himself between her legs. She feels his throbbing cock rub up against her soaked pussy. He slides it in, Shradha feels as if she's being ripped open again. The painful pleasure made her yelp.
"Don't play white girl, take that fucking dick." he demands.
She takes a deep breath as the cock slowly fills her up.
"Stick out that tongue baby." says the man over her head.
He starts slapping his cock over her face, rubbing his head all around her mouth. This went on for a minute or two before the inked guy forced Shradha into the doggy position.
He rams his cock into her pussy as the other guy sits in front of her. Shradha never really liked giving head, she wasn't even that good at it. She tried to put the cock down her throat but it was way too big. The could barely fit the head in her mouth. He puts both hands on the back of her head to force her down but she kept gagging.
She could hardly focus on sucking dick while she is being pounded from behind. Still she gave her best to oblige the two men. Wrapping her tongue around his massive cock and trying to take the head in her lips. All while feeling her insides are being rearranged.
Shradha was in agonizing euphoria. It seemed like an eternity of back shots just mangling her trembled pussy. She couldn't take it anymore. Shradha begged him to cum.
He granted her wish. He pumped into her with fury. Discharging thick chunks of slimy goodness into her tummy. Her whole body vibrated as he pulled out and slapped her ass. He dressed himself up and disappeared, leaving his buddy behind.
Tired of the lousy head he was receiving, he fulfilled the empty position his friend just left. He shoves his cock in her with no remorse.
"Tell me how much you love this nigga dick!" he urges, plowing his cock deep in her.
Shradha mutters "I love it so much." hesitantly.
"Say it bitch!" as he slaps her ass and thrusts harder.
"I love this nigga dick!" Shradha erupts into a frenzy of orgasm.
She feels his manhood swell up right before he blasts his thick hot rope inside her. She can sense all the warm cum filling her up. What a delightful load it was. He squeezes out the rest and he pulls out. The man proceeds to grab her ass firmly one last time before getting dressed.
The door closes and Shradha is left behind in a shaky, sweaty mess. She is so sore and achy that she can't move. Shradha mourned at the thought of all these hot guys just came inside of her without being on the pill. A million different thoughts raced through her mind. She became less intoxicated as these thoughts plauged her. She lays there still, head down in the pillow for several minutes.
The door opens again. It was Kush.
"Time to go, white girl."
He throws a big bag of weed next to her and shuts the door. Shradha notices the music wasn't playing anymore and most people had left. She took her time sitting up. Shradha had felt so groggy. She stood up and a huge rush of cum falls from her pussy. It ran all the way down her legs and some seeped into her sock. She puts on her panties, instantly drenching them.
Shradha puts her top back on and her jacket. She tucks her bra away in the plastic bag where the weed was. She tenderly puts her pants on as it hurt to move. She steps into her shoes, grabs the bag and staggers out the door.
The party was obviously over. Shradha walked past two guys sitting on the couch. They were smiling and winking at her. Shradha wasn't sure if she fucked them or not. She exits the front door and walks to her car. Shradha sits down and is welcomed by a warm squish of cum that sopped her panties.
She checks her phone, it's been hours. She has several missed calls and texts from her ex. Disgusted at the thought of him, she ignores and drives home.
Shradha stops at the local pharmacy by her house. She looks at herself in the mirror. She is flushed red and has eyeliner running down her cheeks. She quickly tries to smear it away and puts up her hood to hide her messy dark hair filled with some cum.
She steps into the store, a river of cum flowing down her legs. She grabs a bottle of water and slowly strolls to the back of the pharmacy. She asks the clerk for the pill. The lady behind the counter gave her a judgmental stare as if she knew exactly what just happened. Shradha embarrassingly took her stuff and left.
She was relieved when she got home. Her mother was gone for work and she was alone. Shradha stripped herself down and drew a kapoor bath. She never seen so much cum. It was everywhere. She rolled a small joint just before getting in the tub.
She soaked her pale aching body. Shradha was thankful for this moment. She was finally over her ex and just had the best fucking of her life. She took a drag and exhaled all her stress away.
THE END
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DIVYANKA TRIPATHI
DIVYANKA TRIPATHI
I looked up at the stars which filled the night sky as I waited for the stoplight to turn to green. It was a perfect fall evening, the crisp air reminding me that the leaves would soon begin to change colour on the trees. As the light changed, I twisted the throttle on my Harley-Davidson motorcycle. The engine roared as I pulled away from the intersection. The cool air making the loud rumble coming from the pipes sound even deeper than usual.
It was around ten o'clock as I turned into the all night grocery store. I was planning on picking up a few things then head home to watch a late night movie. Not that I really wanted to do that. I was pretty bored and wishing I could find some action, but the streets were quiet and it looked like I was shit out of luck.
I came to a stop right in front of the store. As I climbed off the bike, I looked around at the near empty lot. It was clear that the store would be almost empty of customers. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever. I was about to enter into an experience unlike anything I've ever had.
There was only one cash open, and the cashier was sitting on a stool, reading a novel. She glanced briefly in my direction before going back to her reading. 'What a job,' I thought to myself as I headed towards the back of the store, 'I'd go nuts.'
I grabbed a carton of milk and made my way over to the fruit and vegetable section. That was when I saw her for the first time. I stopped dead in my tracks, caught off guard at the beautiful woman leaning over the vegetable rack.
She was about 5'3" tall with an hourglass figure. Her wavy, dark black hair fell down almost to her shoulders. Even though her back was to me, I just knew immediately that she would have a beautiful face. She was wearing a tight, black mini-skirt and a white shirt.
I stood still, watching her. She was bent over reaching for something. My heart was racing. My body responding to this vision in front of me. I considered my options, wondering what I should do. I knew exactly what action I wanted to take at that moment. I wanted to walk over to her and invite her back to my place, but doubted that she would respond to my request. As if I would be lucky enough to meet a beautiful woman in a grocery store late at night who was willing to go back to my place. She was likely a hard working married woman who needed to get home to a very lucky husband. I was only partially right in my assessment.
I moved towards her, pretending to be focused on the aisles of fruits and vegetables. My eyes remained focused on her incredible body, or at least what I could see of it. She was examining a couple of cucumbers, oblivious to the horny biker watching her.
I paused about twenty feet from her, standing facing the same aisle as she was in front of. I glanced over at her, trying to not look obvious in my desire to see what the rest of her looked like.
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The first thing I noticed was her incredible breasts. The tight white shirt she was wearing accentuated her amazing shape. It was clear that she had the perfect set of tits. In fact, for a second I wondered if they were real or implants, but I quickly decided that they had to be real since their perfection was not forced. They jiggled as she moved, and I found myself having trouble looking anywhere else.
Without warning, she glanced over in my direction. Her dark hair fell down over one of her blue eyes, partially hiding it. Her fair skin glowed as she smiled at me. She had a Julia Robert's type of smile, her lips grinning wide, revealing perfectly white teeth.
"Looks like we are the only two dumb enough to shop this late at night." She said, her eyes looking me over. I'm 6'3", 220 lbs, shoulder length red hair and blue eyes. I figure I'm fairly average in both my looks and my build. As a biker, my size can certainly intimidate when I need it to do so. However, I wasn't feeling very intimidating right now.
"Yeah," I stuttered, "dumb enough …" My voice trailed off and my mind raced with something to say.
She turned back to the two cucumbers she was holding, seeming to forget about me standing there.
At that moment, things changed for me. I guess you could call it a destiny moment. I had the option of moving on, getting my things, heading home and perhaps masturbating all night as I fantasized about this woman. Or, I could make a move, take a shot, and see what happened.
I took the shot. And things have never been the same.
I walked over to her as she looked over the cucumbers in each hand. As I moved in close enough for our sides to touch, I pointed at her hands and said, "Hard to find the perfect cucumber, isn't it?"
She smiled at me, letting our sides remain in contact, and replied, "Especially because of what I want it for. I need one that is the perfect length and thickness."
"I think I know what you mean," I said, pushing in close, allowing my hand to move over her arm and around her fingers so that we were both holding one of the cucumbers. "If it's too thick, it can hurt like hell. If it's too thin, it's a waste of time. And it needs to be long enough that you don't loose hold of it."
Her grin went from ear to ear. "Hmmm, exactly my dilemma. This one is certainly thick enough, but I'm worried about the length. On the other hand, this one is more than long enough, but I'm not sure the thickness will fulfill the desired outcome."
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I moved around behind her, my hand continuing to hold hers, my other hand moving to the other cucumber. She allowed her body to snuggle into mine, and even pressed her ass against my very hard cock.
"The only problem with cucumbers," I whispered into her ear, "Is they don't talk dirty to you while fucking you." Our fingers tightened together. "They don't surprise you or tease you. All they can do is pump."
Our breathing was hard. "I never thought of that." She said, barely audible.
My hot breath brushed over her neck as I continued to whisper, "The other problem with the cucumber is it never changes. It doesn't swell just before climax, it doesn't fill you with hot cum, it doesn't respond to your body's urges. It just pumps."
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I kissed her neck, hardly believing what I was saying or doing. I had never done anything like that before, but her response was so clearly inviting that I just kept going.
She tilted her neck to give me more room to kiss. Her skin was silky smooth, and my lips glided over her neck as our hands continued to hold the cucumbers. My cock was pressed tight against her backside, fully erect and ready for action.
"You know, I never thought of all that." She said, her words coming between deep breaths. "I guess what I really need is a hard cock. Something that can pump me hard and fast, over and over, then fill me with wonderfully hot semen. I think I need to be touched all over, to have wild, passionate sex. I wish I knew someone who would go back to my place with me."
My mouth moved up from her neck and over her cheek. Finally our lips met as she turned to greet my mouth and our tongues touched for the first time. Our kisses were long and full of passion, tongues searching each other's mouths.
"My name is Kush, by the way." I said, pulling our lips apart. She kissed me again then replied, "I'm Divyanka Tripathi , now let's get the hell out of here."
We dropped the cucumbers back onto the shelf and headed towards the exit, hand in hand. "There's my car," she said, pointing to a shiny red Mustang convertible. "I'll need to follow you on my Harley," I answered, "Can't leave it here in case it gets stolen."
It was around ten o'clock as I turned into the all night grocery store. I was planning on picking up a few things then head home to watch a late night movie. Not that I really wanted to do that. I was pretty bored and wishing I could find some action, but the streets were quiet and it looked like I was shit out of luck.
I came to a stop right in front of the store. As I climbed off the bike, I looked around at the near empty lot. It was clear that the store would be almost empty of customers. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever. I was about to enter into an experience unlike anything I've ever had.
There was only one cash open, and the cashier was sitting on a stool, reading a novel. She glanced briefly in my direction before going back to her reading. 'What a job,' I thought to myself as I headed towards the back of the store, 'I'd go nuts.'
I grabbed a carton of milk and made my way over to the fruit and vegetable section. That was when I saw her for the first time. I stopped dead in my tracks, caught off guard at the beautiful woman leaning over the vegetable rack.
She was about 5'3" tall with an hourglass figure. Her wavy, dark black hair fell down almost to her shoulders. Even though her back was to me, I just knew immediately that she would have a beautiful face. She was wearing a tight, black mini-skirt and a white shirt.
I stood still, watching her. She was bent over reaching for something. My heart was racing. My body responding to this vision in front of me. I considered my options, wondering what I should do. I knew exactly what action I wanted to take at that moment. I wanted to walk over to her and invite her back to my place, but doubted that she would respond to my request. As if I would be lucky enough to meet a beautiful woman in a grocery store late at night who was willing to go back to my place. She was likely a hard working married woman who needed to get home to a very lucky husband. I was only partially right in my assessment.
I moved towards her, pretending to be focused on the aisles of fruits and vegetables. My eyes remained focused on her incredible body, or at least what I could see of it. She was examining a couple of cucumbers, oblivious to the horny biker watching her.
I paused about twenty feet from her, standing facing the same aisle as she was in front of. I glanced over at her, trying to not look obvious in my desire to see what the rest of her looked like.
html jpegThe first thing I noticed was her incredible breasts. The tight white shirt she was wearing accentuated her amazing shape. It was clear that she had the perfect set of tits. In fact, for a second I wondered if they were real or implants, but I quickly decided that they had to be real since their perfection was not forced. They jiggled as she moved, and I found myself having trouble looking anywhere else.
Without warning, she glanced over in my direction. Her dark hair fell down over one of her blue eyes, partially hiding it. Her fair skin glowed as she smiled at me. She had a Julia Robert's type of smile, her lips grinning wide, revealing perfectly white teeth.
"Looks like we are the only two dumb enough to shop this late at night." She said, her eyes looking me over. I'm 6'3", 220 lbs, shoulder length red hair and blue eyes. I figure I'm fairly average in both my looks and my build. As a biker, my size can certainly intimidate when I need it to do so. However, I wasn't feeling very intimidating right now.
"Yeah," I stuttered, "dumb enough …" My voice trailed off and my mind raced with something to say.
She turned back to the two cucumbers she was holding, seeming to forget about me standing there.
At that moment, things changed for me. I guess you could call it a destiny moment. I had the option of moving on, getting my things, heading home and perhaps masturbating all night as I fantasized about this woman. Or, I could make a move, take a shot, and see what happened.
I took the shot. And things have never been the same.
I walked over to her as she looked over the cucumbers in each hand. As I moved in close enough for our sides to touch, I pointed at her hands and said, "Hard to find the perfect cucumber, isn't it?"
She smiled at me, letting our sides remain in contact, and replied, "Especially because of what I want it for. I need one that is the perfect length and thickness."
"I think I know what you mean," I said, pushing in close, allowing my hand to move over her arm and around her fingers so that we were both holding one of the cucumbers. "If it's too thick, it can hurt like hell. If it's too thin, it's a waste of time. And it needs to be long enough that you don't loose hold of it."
Her grin went from ear to ear. "Hmmm, exactly my dilemma. This one is certainly thick enough, but I'm worried about the length. On the other hand, this one is more than long enough, but I'm not sure the thickness will fulfill the desired outcome."
omg pngI moved around behind her, my hand continuing to hold hers, my other hand moving to the other cucumber. She allowed her body to snuggle into mine, and even pressed her ass against my very hard cock.
"The only problem with cucumbers," I whispered into her ear, "Is they don't talk dirty to you while fucking you." Our fingers tightened together. "They don't surprise you or tease you. All they can do is pump."
Our breathing was hard. "I never thought of that." She said, barely audible.
My hot breath brushed over her neck as I continued to whisper, "The other problem with the cucumber is it never changes. It doesn't swell just before climax, it doesn't fill you with hot cum, it doesn't respond to your body's urges. It just pumps."
how do you google a photoI kissed her neck, hardly believing what I was saying or doing. I had never done anything like that before, but her response was so clearly inviting that I just kept going.
She tilted her neck to give me more room to kiss. Her skin was silky smooth, and my lips glided over her neck as our hands continued to hold the cucumbers. My cock was pressed tight against her backside, fully erect and ready for action.
"You know, I never thought of all that." She said, her words coming between deep breaths. "I guess what I really need is a hard cock. Something that can pump me hard and fast, over and over, then fill me with wonderfully hot semen. I think I need to be touched all over, to have wild, passionate sex. I wish I knew someone who would go back to my place with me."
My mouth moved up from her neck and over her cheek. Finally our lips met as she turned to greet my mouth and our tongues touched for the first time. Our kisses were long and full of passion, tongues searching each other's mouths.
"My name is Kush, by the way." I said, pulling our lips apart. She kissed me again then replied, "I'm Divyanka Tripathi , now let's get the hell out of here."
We dropped the cucumbers back onto the shelf and headed towards the exit, hand in hand. "There's my car," she said, pointing to a shiny red Mustang convertible. "I'll need to follow you on my Harley," I answered, "Can't leave it here in case it gets stolen."
Keep going broI looked up at the stars which filled the night sky as I waited for the stoplight to turn to green. It was a perfect fall evening, the crisp air reminding me that the leaves would soon begin to change colour on the trees. As the light changed, I twisted the throttle on my Harley-Davidson motorcycle. The engine roared as I pulled away from the intersection. The cool air making the loud rumble coming from the pipes sound even deeper than usual.
It was around ten o'clock as I turned into the all night grocery store. I was planning on picking up a few things then head home to watch a late night movie. Not that I really wanted to do that. I was pretty bored and wishing I could find some action, but the streets were quiet and it looked like I was shit out of luck.
I came to a stop right in front of the store. As I climbed off the bike, I looked around at the near empty lot. It was clear that the store would be almost empty of customers. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever. I was about to enter into an experience unlike anything I've ever had.
There was only one cash open, and the cashier was sitting on a stool, reading a novel. She glanced briefly in my direction before going back to her reading. 'What a job,' I thought to myself as I headed towards the back of the store, 'I'd go nuts.'
I grabbed a carton of milk and made my way over to the fruit and vegetable section. That was when I saw her for the first time. I stopped dead in my tracks, caught off guard at the beautiful woman leaning over the vegetable rack.
She was about 5'3" tall with an hourglass figure. Her wavy, dark black hair fell down almost to her shoulders. Even though her back was to me, I just knew immediately that she would have a beautiful face. She was wearing a tight, black mini-skirt and a white shirt.
I stood still, watching her. She was bent over reaching for something. My heart was racing. My body responding to this vision in front of me. I considered my options, wondering what I should do. I knew exactly what action I wanted to take at that moment. I wanted to walk over to her and invite her back to my place, but doubted that she would respond to my request. As if I would be lucky enough to meet a beautiful woman in a grocery store late at night who was willing to go back to my place. She was likely a hard working married woman who needed to get home to a very lucky husband. I was only partially right in my assessment.
I moved towards her, pretending to be focused on the aisles of fruits and vegetables. My eyes remained focused on her incredible body, or at least what I could see of it. She was examining a couple of cucumbers, oblivious to the horny biker watching her.
I paused about twenty feet from her, standing facing the same aisle as she was in front of. I glanced over at her, trying to not look obvious in my desire to see what the rest of her looked like.
The first thing I noticed was her incredible breasts. The tight white shirt she was wearing accentuated her amazing shape. It was clear that she had the perfect set of tits. In fact, for a second I wondered if they were real or implants, but I quickly decided that they had to be real since their perfection was not forced. They jiggled as she moved, and I found myself having trouble looking anywhere else.
Without warning, she glanced over in my direction. Her dark hair fell down over one of her blue eyes, partially hiding it. Her fair skin glowed as she smiled at me. She had a Julia Robert's type of smile, her lips grinning wide, revealing perfectly white teeth.
"Looks like we are the only two dumb enough to shop this late at night." She said, her eyes looking me over. I'm 6'3", 220 lbs, shoulder length red hair and blue eyes. I figure I'm fairly average in both my looks and my build. As a biker, my size can certainly intimidate when I need it to do so. However, I wasn't feeling very intimidating right now.
"Yeah," I stuttered, "dumb enough …" My voice trailed off and my mind raced with something to say.
She turned back to the two cucumbers she was holding, seeming to forget about me standing there.
At that moment, things changed for me. I guess you could call it a destiny moment. I had the option of moving on, getting my things, heading home and perhaps masturbating all night as I fantasized about this woman. Or, I could make a move, take a shot, and see what happened.
I took the shot. And things have never been the same.
I walked over to her as she looked over the cucumbers in each hand. As I moved in close enough for our sides to touch, I pointed at her hands and said, "Hard to find the perfect cucumber, isn't it?"
She smiled at me, letting our sides remain in contact, and replied, "Especially because of what I want it for. I need one that is the perfect length and thickness."
"I think I know what you mean," I said, pushing in close, allowing my hand to move over her arm and around her fingers so that we were both holding one of the cucumbers. "If it's too thick, it can hurt like hell. If it's too thin, it's a waste of time. And it needs to be long enough that you don't loose hold of it."
Her grin went from ear to ear. "Hmmm, exactly my dilemma. This one is certainly thick enough, but I'm worried about the length. On the other hand, this one is more than long enough, but I'm not sure the thickness will fulfill the desired outcome."
I moved around behind her, my hand continuing to hold hers, my other hand moving to the other cucumber. She allowed her body to snuggle into mine, and even pressed her ass against my very hard cock.
"The only problem with cucumbers," I whispered into her ear, "Is they don't talk dirty to you while fucking you." Our fingers tightened together. "They don't surprise you or tease you. All they can do is pump."
Our breathing was hard. "I never thought of that." She said, barely audible.
My hot breath brushed over her neck as I continued to whisper, "The other problem with the cucumber is it never changes. It doesn't swell just before climax, it doesn't fill you with hot cum, it doesn't respond to your body's urges. It just pumps."
I kissed her neck, hardly believing what I was saying or doing. I had never done anything like that before, but her response was so clearly inviting that I just kept going.
She tilted her neck to give me more room to kiss. Her skin was silky smooth, and my lips glided over her neck as our hands continued to hold the cucumbers. My cock was pressed tight against her backside, fully erect and ready for action.
"You know, I never thought of all that." She said, her words coming between deep breaths. "I guess what I really need is a hard cock. Something that can pump me hard and fast, over and over, then fill me with wonderfully hot semen. I think I need to be touched all over, to have wild, passionate sex. I wish I knew someone who would go back to my place with me."
My mouth moved up from her neck and over her cheek. Finally our lips met as she turned to greet my mouth and our tongues touched for the first time. Our kisses were long and full of passion, tongues searching each other's mouths.
"My name is Kush, by the way." I said, pulling our lips apart. She kissed me again then replied, "I'm Divyanka Tripathi , now let's get the hell out of here."
We dropped the cucumbers back onto the shelf and headed towards the exit, hand in hand. "There's my car," she said, pointing to a shiny red Mustang convertible. "I'll need to follow you on my Harley," I answered, "Can't leave it here in case it gets stolen."
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I started toward my bike keeping my eyes on this vision of loveliness, amazed at my good luck. Suddenly she called out to me. "Kush , wait. I have to tell you something first."
My heart sank. I was sure she was going to back out of what we were about to do. I slowly made my way towards her, expecting to hear the worse.
She looked down for a second that focused on me. "Kush, I'm married. My husband is away on business and wont be back for a few days. I've thought about what it would be like to have an affair for a long time now, but have never had the guts to go through with it. Earlier today I decided to give it a shot. I got dressed up and went out for the evening, to see if anyone would try and pick me up. A few guys tried, but I got scared and told them I wasn't interested."
Divyanka was speaking so fast, trying to say everything before I could get a word in. "Anyways, I came here tonight to buy that cucumber. I was so damn horny from these guys hitting on me, that I planned to just go home and fuck myself. Then you came along, and that, whatever it was, just happened in there. I want you to come home with me, but I'm afraid. I've never cheated on my husband, but I am so horny to try this. I don't know if I'm making any sense, but if you don't want to get involved with a married women, I'll understand."
I stood quietly, waiting to make sure she was done talking. After a few seconds, I reached down and took her face in my hands. I pulled her close to me and kissed her on the lips. "Are you done talking? Cause I'm ready to go crazy with you. I want to fuck you hard, to eat your pussy and suck your breasts, and do all the things that a cucumber can't do for you."
We kissed again then I pulled away and ran to my bike. It fired up right away, the deep roar filling the night air. I shifted into first and turned the bike around and got behind Divyanka's red Mustang as she took me to her home.
As she turned into her driveway, the garage door opened automatically and we both pulled past the double doors and into the privacy of her garage.
I dismounted the bike and pulled my helmet off as she got out of the car. I quickly moved to her side and took her into my arms again. She smelled incredible as our bodies pressed tight against each other and our lips met. I could feel her breasts pushed against my chest, and I couldn't wait to enjoy them. My hands moved across her back, down over the red miniskirt and squeezed her wonderful ass.
I couldn't stand it any longer and reached up under the skirt and pulled down her panties. As I slid them off her legs, I could feel how incredibly wet the were in the crotch area. She was absolutely soaked! I reached up and grabbed at the black top she was wearing, and pulled it up and over her head.
My heart sank. I was sure she was going to back out of what we were about to do. I slowly made my way towards her, expecting to hear the worse.
She looked down for a second that focused on me. "Kush, I'm married. My husband is away on business and wont be back for a few days. I've thought about what it would be like to have an affair for a long time now, but have never had the guts to go through with it. Earlier today I decided to give it a shot. I got dressed up and went out for the evening, to see if anyone would try and pick me up. A few guys tried, but I got scared and told them I wasn't interested."
Divyanka was speaking so fast, trying to say everything before I could get a word in. "Anyways, I came here tonight to buy that cucumber. I was so damn horny from these guys hitting on me, that I planned to just go home and fuck myself. Then you came along, and that, whatever it was, just happened in there. I want you to come home with me, but I'm afraid. I've never cheated on my husband, but I am so horny to try this. I don't know if I'm making any sense, but if you don't want to get involved with a married women, I'll understand."
I stood quietly, waiting to make sure she was done talking. After a few seconds, I reached down and took her face in my hands. I pulled her close to me and kissed her on the lips. "Are you done talking? Cause I'm ready to go crazy with you. I want to fuck you hard, to eat your pussy and suck your breasts, and do all the things that a cucumber can't do for you."
We kissed again then I pulled away and ran to my bike. It fired up right away, the deep roar filling the night air. I shifted into first and turned the bike around and got behind Divyanka's red Mustang as she took me to her home.
As she turned into her driveway, the garage door opened automatically and we both pulled past the double doors and into the privacy of her garage.
I dismounted the bike and pulled my helmet off as she got out of the car. I quickly moved to her side and took her into my arms again. She smelled incredible as our bodies pressed tight against each other and our lips met. I could feel her breasts pushed against my chest, and I couldn't wait to enjoy them. My hands moved across her back, down over the red miniskirt and squeezed her wonderful ass.
I couldn't stand it any longer and reached up under the skirt and pulled down her panties. As I slid them off her legs, I could feel how incredibly wet the were in the crotch area. She was absolutely soaked! I reached up and grabbed at the black top she was wearing, and pulled it up and over her head.
Divyanka wasn't wearing a bra, and the double d size tits bounced in front of me. Both nipples were already erect, and I immediately took one of them into my mouth, sucking on the huge nipple, biting it as my tongue flicked the tip of it. As I sucked on one nipple, my hand went to the other, pulling hard on her nipple, pinching it and causing her to flinch slightly.
My other hand reached down under her skirt, lifting it up so that I could reach her mound. She was clean shaven, and both her legs were dripping wet from her juices. My fingers easily slid across her pussy, her legs parting to give me more freedom as I began to slide a couple of digits into her cunt.
She groaned as I pulled at her tits and finger fucked her pussy. It was obvious to me that it had been a long time since she had enjoyed anything but traditional sex, and I was determined to make this night memorable for her. Little did I know what she was capable of doing, and that by the end of the night, it would be me begging for more.
I couldn't take it anymore, I had to be inside of her. I spun her around and bent her over her red Mustang, and quickly unzipped my pants. Pulling out my stiff rod, I lifted her skirt up and positioned myself behind her.
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As the head of my cock entered her swollen pussy, we both groaned with desire. I slid deep inside and began to pump her hard. Her hands lay above her head on the hood of the car as I fucked her from behind. I reached up and placed my hands on her shoulders, pushing her towards me with each pump of my cock.
Our rhythm was perfect as we fucked in her garage. Her pussy was so tight around my shaft, and I could feel it literally sucking at my cock as I fucked her.
Suddenly I felt her cunt tighten around my shaft, and I knew that she was hitting her orgasm. As the lips squeezed my cock, I knew I was going to cum. For a brief second I thought of pulling out, but then pumped harder, my cock beginning to swell, and as another wave flooded her body, I filled her cunt with my cum.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us spent. We laid still for a few moments then finally stood up straight. She turned around and kissed me, not caring about the juices dripping down her leg. I knew we were not done yet.
Divyanka took my hand and we started towards the door into the house. She looked into my eyes and smiled, then said, "That was a great start, Kush. Now it's time for the real fun to begin."
We headed into the house. I would never have believed what was in store for me.
My other hand reached down under her skirt, lifting it up so that I could reach her mound. She was clean shaven, and both her legs were dripping wet from her juices. My fingers easily slid across her pussy, her legs parting to give me more freedom as I began to slide a couple of digits into her cunt.
She groaned as I pulled at her tits and finger fucked her pussy. It was obvious to me that it had been a long time since she had enjoyed anything but traditional sex, and I was determined to make this night memorable for her. Little did I know what she was capable of doing, and that by the end of the night, it would be me begging for more.
I couldn't take it anymore, I had to be inside of her. I spun her around and bent her over her red Mustang, and quickly unzipped my pants. Pulling out my stiff rod, I lifted her skirt up and positioned myself behind her.
rip instagram picturesAs the head of my cock entered her swollen pussy, we both groaned with desire. I slid deep inside and began to pump her hard. Her hands lay above her head on the hood of the car as I fucked her from behind. I reached up and placed my hands on her shoulders, pushing her towards me with each pump of my cock.
Our rhythm was perfect as we fucked in her garage. Her pussy was so tight around my shaft, and I could feel it literally sucking at my cock as I fucked her.
Suddenly I felt her cunt tighten around my shaft, and I knew that she was hitting her orgasm. As the lips squeezed my cock, I knew I was going to cum. For a brief second I thought of pulling out, but then pumped harder, my cock beginning to swell, and as another wave flooded her body, I filled her cunt with my cum.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us spent. We laid still for a few moments then finally stood up straight. She turned around and kissed me, not caring about the juices dripping down her leg. I knew we were not done yet.
Divyanka took my hand and we started towards the door into the house. She looked into my eyes and smiled, then said, "That was a great start, Kush. Now it's time for the real fun to begin."
We headed into the house. I would never have believed what was in store for me.
With my pussy still hot, swollen and now oozing with Kush's cum, I pulled him down to the basement. A couple of years ago, I had an office put in for me and I was smart enough to get a sofa with a pull-out bed "for visitors". It was about to get its first test run tonight. I had also put in a lock so that sometimes I could sneak down there and smoke a joint and play with myself. The old guy disapproved so I knew I needed my privacy.
I brought him in and pushed him down onto the couch, then locked the door behind my back and slowly walked over to him. His cock was still out and still a little hard. I knelt down in front of him and just looked at his cock then up at his eyes, back down at his cock, back up at his eyes for a bit of time. I smiled my first really me smile, my "all I want to do is screw and screw some more"
how to download instagram photos chromeI moved in close to him and pulled his head down to mine. We began kissing. One of his hands found my nipple and his other hand ran down my back and came to rest just at the top of the crack of my ass. One of my hands held his already recovering cock and the other was moving through his hair. We would pull together, grab some tongue, move our heads, then move again, pull another way, stop and look at each other again. Forehead to forehead, trying to find each other's eyes at a strange angle, nipples tingling, balls filling again, pussy still sticky.
Eye to eye, mouth to mouth, I asked him, "Would you like me to suck your cock 'til its ready to explode?" Kush groan was his answer. he placed his hands on my head and grabbed my dark long hair in his hands and slowly pushed me his cock, stopping part way to kiss me again. When my mouth got to an inch above the head of his cock, I helped him push his fingers through my hair, looked in his eyes and slowly licked my lips. Kush groaned again, deeper this time.
Now there are few things in life that are more satisfying to a woman like me that watching a big, strong guy let himself go and give in to experiencing pleasure without his having to be in control all the time. Those groans from him had started my juices flowing again in a big way. And I was ready to give him a sucking he wouldn't soon forget.
I like to start by shoving my whole face in the groin, taking in the scent and scratching my face with his pubes, just getting neighbourly. I reached back and ran my hands into his pants then signaled him to raise his ass and I pulled his pants off and down his knees 'til they lay on the floor at my feet. Off with his boots, off with his pants, off with his socks, running my fingers through his toes then back up his legs and using my whole body, shoulders and arms to spread his legs and crack him open for me. He groaned again and spread 'em wide. As Austin Powers would say, "Yeah Baby!"
All open for me, I started licking a line down from his waist to the base of his cock, then back up to the waist, totally avoiding the actual cock. One hand on each knee, I would push my hands up from the knee along the inner thighs until they came to rest at the triangle where it all happened. Then with my face right against the couch, I would lick up from the under side of the balls and all around the balls, finally bathing them fully in my mouth. My hands traveled up the inside of his shirt to his nipples and gave them a tug then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. My tongue traced the line at the crease where his legs met his groin up and down. Now his shirt was off and he was naked and relaxed on my couch.
I stopped to look at him. Nice, nice long and well-formed body. Nice colouring and great strawberry blonde hair. I couldn't help but kiss Kush again and as I rose to do so, I pulled one his hands down to my pussy. His fingers moved around caressing the soft, swollen, sticky skin then he lifted his fingers to his nose, his lips and my lips. I brought my lips to his and we kissed and sucked his fingers.
My mouth traveled back down his body from mouth to chin, neck, chest, belly, and now almost at cock. I had been playing a game of stimulating every part of his body other than his cock...teasing to get him harder and more eager...now as I got close again, his hips began to move and with his hands on my head, he gently pushed me onto him. He tasted like I knew he would. Like his fingers had, like my pussy would...he tasted of both of us and our juicy desires...
I licked him like an ice cream cone then I began using my lips to apply increasing pressure to his shaft and head as I moved up and down his cock. All the while the pressure of his hands moving through my long dark hair would signal me to increase or decrease pressure, stay there, move here and "damn that's good."
I could feel my pussy lips swelling more and more and began to have images of my lips locked around Kush's cock and dragging on his shaft as he pumped into me...I started to licking and sucking the area just below Kush's head where it was most sensitive and now he was beginning to thrust more deeply into me. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would come again and I wanted him inside me, inside me, deep inside me.
As I pulled my mouth off of him and moved away. I could hear him grunt, "get back here"..."In a minute" I said pulling him up with me. "lets get this thing opened" He pulled out that bed like it was a loose thread and we jumped onto it, straining to press as much of our bodies together as possible. Somehow when looking down at his cock readying myself to climb aboard it looked so damned huge and I hoped I would be able to get all of him into me.
I stood over him with my legs spread and sat on his chest, moving my sticky and dripping pussy down his body, leaving a trail of us on him. When I felt his cock knocking against my ass I rose slightly and angled my pussy back towards it so that he found his way up against my lips easily. I wanted him in but I wanted to play with him too and so I did the half inch in, half inch out, opening and closing thing...In what I would come to know as his trademark saying, he sat up a little, looked me in the eyes and said, "fuck me".
How could I say no? I took him all in, nice, tight, veiny, hot, and I began sliding up and down his pole. He reached down with his arms around my waist helping me move up and down against him and started talking about how hot and wet my cunt was. Now, cunt is one of those funny words that independent and strong women like me generally do not like but get me hot and horny and all of a sudden cunt is a perfect word. I knew he was trying to turn us both on more and that melted me even more.
While he helped me move up and down, I began to let myself go and now the sweat was rolling down my chest between my breasts and collecting in our pubic hair. My head was rolling around and my hands were pinching and pulling on my nipples...up and down, now the speed increasing, increasing, Kush thrusting harder and deeper into me, his fingers digging hard into my hips. I began angling myself forwards to rub my clit up against the base of Kush's cock. He brought one of his hands in to help, rubbing vigorously against my fully erect and not clit.
Inside I could feel the head of his cock rubbing up against my g spot and I stopped suspended in mid air, my lips locked on him, the tightening began deep inside me, I don't know where from and the grunting and moaning flowed out of my mouth as the juice flowed from my clenched cunt. Slowly up and down against him, milking him hard up and down three, four times, then collapsing against his chest, sweating and breathing like a horse stuck to him, my heart pounding in my ears...coming, coming, coming...coming all over my secret biker lover...
He held me tight and then digging his heels in and using his knees he pushed his cock in one deep long stroke, held it for a minute and started shuddering inside me...coming, coming, coming
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Chapter three
You know, reading Divyanka 's words bring clarity to a lot of things from that first night. I've always wondered how much of it was planned and how much was spontaneous, and now I know!
I do remember laying on that sofa bed, almost in a state of shock. I couldn't believe how much I had come inside of her. I mean it just wouldn't stop flowing! As soon I my orgasm hit, it was if her pussy lips grabbed a hold of my shaft and began to suck it in, vacuuming out as much cum as possible. It was unbelievable.
Divyanka collapsed down on top of me, both of us sweating, both of us clearly enjoying this powerful and passionate sex. We kissed as my hands rubbed her soft skin, my cock still hard inside of her.
After a few minutes, she whispered into my ear, "I hope you were planning on staying all night." I kissed her again, not saying anything, but nodding in agreement.
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We were silent for a few more minutes, then she whispered again, "Can I tie you up?"
The words came out softly yet unashamedly. It wasn't so much as question as a statement. Even though Divyanka said, "Can I?" she clearly meant "I'm going to."
She kissed me again as she climbed off me. I watched as she moved over to her desk, sliding open the top drawer all the way and reaching for a box at the back of the desk. She was beautiful, and I was in awe of my position – fucking this lovely creature in her home office. I planned to not only stay the night, but enjoy many more of them for a very long time. This was definitely not going to be a one night event.
Divyanka turned around and looked back in my direction, and seductive smile on her lips. She held four long thin ropes made out of silk. She moved to the bottom of the bed and leaned over to kiss my big toe. Her mouth opened and she softly took it in her mouth, sucking on it, her tongue rolling around it. She moved over the top of my foot, her tongue sliding across the skin, moving up to my ankle. As her lips and tongue tasted my skin, her hands moved around the foot, and I could feel her tie the silk rope around my ankle. She tied it fairly tight, then brought the other end over the mattress, tying it to the metal frame of the sofa bed. She repeated the action with my other foot, soft kisses as she secured my feet to the bottom of the bed.
She then began to kiss up my left leg, making her way up to my waist. She paused at my limp member, her juices still visible on the shaft. Her eyes locked on mine and I watched her tongue slowly come out of her mouth and slide across my floppy cock. She licked up her juices, cleaning off the limp cock, her eyes never leaving mine.
My breathing was getting heavy as she continued up my body, her lips kissing my stomach, moving up my chest. She paused at each nipple, biting it, pulling it, then gently kissing it.
Finally our lips met again, and we embraced, our tongues touching as our bodies held tight to each other. There are so many things that I enjoy sexually, but nothing can beat hot kissing with someone who truly knows how to kiss. Divyanka was a master at kissing, and I loved her lips.
After a few minutes she pulled away from my mouth, her lips moving to my left shoulder, and slowly down my arm, pulling it out straight. As she reached my hand, she took each finger into her mouth individually, sucking on them as I felt her tie the silk rope around my wrist. She reached down into the sofa bed where another rope had already been attached in a loop, and tied the silk material to it, pulling my hand out tight, leaving me with very little ability to move my left hand.
She moved back down the arm, across my shoulder, back to my mouth, kissing again, lingering, before repeating the action on my right side.
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Almost forty-five minutes had passed since she first began to tie me to the sofa bed. It was one of the most erotic experiences I had enjoyed up to that point. The reason I only say up to that point, is because I've come to discover that Divyanka is full of erotic surprises. The number of different things we have experienced since that first night will take many, many chapters to tell. But that was indeed a powerful experience.
Needless to say, I was once again fully erect and ready to go. I had no idea what Divyanka planned to do. Would she sit on my face, pushing her pussy onto my mouth, making me eat her? Would she lower herself down onto my hard shaft, riding me to climax? I waited in anticipation of what would come.
Instead, she stood up and began to get dress. I laid there in silence, waiting, wondering what she was doing as she pulled her top over her head and put her miniskirt back on. "What are you doing?" I finally asked, completely mystified.
She said nothing as she finished putting on her clothes. Once she was completely dressed, she moved to my side and sat down beside me, one hand resting on her lap, the other moving up to my face, softly caressing my cheek.
"I need to tell you something, but I'm afraid you'll get mad." She said, almost pouting, staring deeply into my eyes.
"What?" I asked, the word getting stuck in my throat and almost coming out in a croak.
"Well, remember how I said my husband was away for the weekend?" Her eyes never left mine as she paused. "Well, I lied. In fact, he's upstairs."
My mind raced. I'm sure she could see it in my eyes, the questions, the uncertainty. What was going to happen next? Here I was, completely tied up, unable to do anything, and this woman whom I had just met a few hours earlier, was telling me that I had just fucked her with her husband right upstairs! I tried to say something, but nothing would come out.
Her hand continued to rub my cheek as she said, "Anyway, I need to go up and get ready for bed with him. He's probably sound asleep on the couch with the television blasting. I need to wake him up and go to bed. Once he's asleep, I'll come back down and we can fuck some more, okay?"
She said it so matter-of-factly that I didn't know how to respond at first. Finally I managed to speak, "What the hell do you mean he's right upstairs, are you crazy? You need to untie me, I need to get out of here. What if he comes down here, what if he catches us?"
My heart was racing, my breathing heavy, only this time is wasn't because of how turned on I was. I was panicking, and I knew it.
"Shhhh, baby," Divyanka whispered, leaning over to kiss me, "there's nothing to worry about. Trust me. He's useless. He'll be asleep in no time and nothing will wake him up. Trust me, it's going to be a lot of fun. Don't you like the idea of fucking me crazy knowing my husband is so close?"
Her words were calming as her lips continued to kiss my face, moving from my lips to my cheek to my ears.
"I'll be back." She finally whispered, getting up and walking towards the office door. "Oh," she said, turning to look at me one more time, "I hope you're not afraid of the dark."
She flicked off the light, the room flooding with darkness as the door closed behind her.
I lay in total silence on the sofa bed, trying to listen for anything. But it was total quiet. I was scared, yet realized that I was also turned on. I could feel my cock, which had gone limp during my panic, begin to harden again. I was completely helpless, at the mercy of this incredible woman who was using me in such a powerful and sexual way.
I knew that if her husband walked through the door, I would not be able to defend myself. I was a big, strong biker, able to hold my own in pretty well any situation, but I would be completely at his mercy if he found me tied up to this bed.
And yet, deep inside, I knew that he would never find me. She wouldn't allow it. She was in control. She had this all planned out. She knew exactly what she was doing. This was what you would call a "calculated risk."
The more that truth began to sink in, the more horny I became. I was helpless all right. I was at the mercy of whomever walked through that door, no doubt about it. But it most definitely would not be a person who would do me harm that would come through that door. It was going to be her. My lover. I was at her mercy. And the only thing she was going to do to me was bring me incredible pleasure.
And so, as I lay in that darkness, I waited. For Divyanka to get ready for bed with her husband. I wondered if they were kissing, cuddling, maybe more. Yet I knew, almost instinctively, that she wasn't. This guy was a couch potato, someone who had clearly forgotten the woman he had married. The only affection he offered was when he was horny, and then it only lasted for a short time – until he got off. If there was any kissing happening upstairs, it was likely a simple peck.
I thought of Divyanka giving him that slight peck as they both laid in their bed. I thought of that same mouth wrapped around my cock just a short time ago. I wondered if their bodies touched at all under the sheets, but figured they likely didn't. Had she taken the time to clean my cum out of her pussy, or was she laying there beside him, her lower half soaked in our juices?
I couldn't believe how horny I was becoming as I waited in the darkness. I could feel my cock bouncing up and down with each new thought, yet had no ability to touch myself. My arms were tied above me, my legs spread to each corner of the bed.
I wanted to feel her tits pressed against my face. I craved her soft skin against mine, and wondered how long I would have to wait. I could sense that every nerve in my body was on edge, seeking pleasure. I was burning inside, hungry for her touch.
Finally I heard a key in the door, and I peaked over as it cracked open slightly, a single light from the other side flickering in the dark. I realized it was a candle, and I watched as it came into view as the door opened wider.
Divyanka slide in and quickly shut the door behind her, locking it. She stood there smiling, the candle in one hand. I couldn't believe what she was wearing, and was in awe of what happened next.
I'd better let her tell it...
My mouth traveled back down his body from mouth to chin, neck, chest, belly, and now almost at cock. I had been playing a game of stimulating every part of his body other than his cock...teasing to get him harder and more eager...now as I got close again, his hips began to move and with his hands on my head, he gently pushed me onto him. He tasted like I knew he would. Like his fingers had, like my pussy would...he tasted of both of us and our juicy desires...
I licked him like an ice cream cone then I began using my lips to apply increasing pressure to his shaft and head as I moved up and down his cock. All the while the pressure of his hands moving through my long dark hair would signal me to increase or decrease pressure, stay there, move here and "damn that's good."
I could feel my pussy lips swelling more and more and began to have images of my lips locked around Kush's cock and dragging on his shaft as he pumped into me...I started to licking and sucking the area just below Kush's head where it was most sensitive and now he was beginning to thrust more deeply into me. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would come again and I wanted him inside me, inside me, deep inside me.
As I pulled my mouth off of him and moved away. I could hear him grunt, "get back here"..."In a minute" I said pulling him up with me. "lets get this thing opened" He pulled out that bed like it was a loose thread and we jumped onto it, straining to press as much of our bodies together as possible. Somehow when looking down at his cock readying myself to climb aboard it looked so damned huge and I hoped I would be able to get all of him into me.
I stood over him with my legs spread and sat on his chest, moving my sticky and dripping pussy down his body, leaving a trail of us on him. When I felt his cock knocking against my ass I rose slightly and angled my pussy back towards it so that he found his way up against my lips easily. I wanted him in but I wanted to play with him too and so I did the half inch in, half inch out, opening and closing thing...In what I would come to know as his trademark saying, he sat up a little, looked me in the eyes and said, "fuck me".
How could I say no? I took him all in, nice, tight, veiny, hot, and I began sliding up and down his pole. He reached down with his arms around my waist helping me move up and down against him and started talking about how hot and wet my cunt was. Now, cunt is one of those funny words that independent and strong women like me generally do not like but get me hot and horny and all of a sudden cunt is a perfect word. I knew he was trying to turn us both on more and that melted me even more.
While he helped me move up and down, I began to let myself go and now the sweat was rolling down my chest between my breasts and collecting in our pubic hair. My head was rolling around and my hands were pinching and pulling on my nipples...up and down, now the speed increasing, increasing, Kush thrusting harder and deeper into me, his fingers digging hard into my hips. I began angling myself forwards to rub my clit up against the base of Kush's cock. He brought one of his hands in to help, rubbing vigorously against my fully erect and not clit.
Inside I could feel the head of his cock rubbing up against my g spot and I stopped suspended in mid air, my lips locked on him, the tightening began deep inside me, I don't know where from and the grunting and moaning flowed out of my mouth as the juice flowed from my clenched cunt. Slowly up and down against him, milking him hard up and down three, four times, then collapsing against his chest, sweating and breathing like a horse stuck to him, my heart pounding in my ears...coming, coming, coming...coming all over my secret biker lover...
He held me tight and then digging his heels in and using his knees he pushed his cock in one deep long stroke, held it for a minute and started shuddering inside me...coming, coming, coming
~~~
Chapter three
You know, reading Divyanka 's words bring clarity to a lot of things from that first night. I've always wondered how much of it was planned and how much was spontaneous, and now I know!
I do remember laying on that sofa bed, almost in a state of shock. I couldn't believe how much I had come inside of her. I mean it just wouldn't stop flowing! As soon I my orgasm hit, it was if her pussy lips grabbed a hold of my shaft and began to suck it in, vacuuming out as much cum as possible. It was unbelievable.
Divyanka collapsed down on top of me, both of us sweating, both of us clearly enjoying this powerful and passionate sex. We kissed as my hands rubbed her soft skin, my cock still hard inside of her.
After a few minutes, she whispered into my ear, "I hope you were planning on staying all night." I kissed her again, not saying anything, but nodding in agreement.
mr artesian's conscientiousness poemWe were silent for a few more minutes, then she whispered again, "Can I tie you up?"
The words came out softly yet unashamedly. It wasn't so much as question as a statement. Even though Divyanka said, "Can I?" she clearly meant "I'm going to."
She kissed me again as she climbed off me. I watched as she moved over to her desk, sliding open the top drawer all the way and reaching for a box at the back of the desk. She was beautiful, and I was in awe of my position – fucking this lovely creature in her home office. I planned to not only stay the night, but enjoy many more of them for a very long time. This was definitely not going to be a one night event.
Divyanka turned around and looked back in my direction, and seductive smile on her lips. She held four long thin ropes made out of silk. She moved to the bottom of the bed and leaned over to kiss my big toe. Her mouth opened and she softly took it in her mouth, sucking on it, her tongue rolling around it. She moved over the top of my foot, her tongue sliding across the skin, moving up to my ankle. As her lips and tongue tasted my skin, her hands moved around the foot, and I could feel her tie the silk rope around my ankle. She tied it fairly tight, then brought the other end over the mattress, tying it to the metal frame of the sofa bed. She repeated the action with my other foot, soft kisses as she secured my feet to the bottom of the bed.
She then began to kiss up my left leg, making her way up to my waist. She paused at my limp member, her juices still visible on the shaft. Her eyes locked on mine and I watched her tongue slowly come out of her mouth and slide across my floppy cock. She licked up her juices, cleaning off the limp cock, her eyes never leaving mine.
My breathing was getting heavy as she continued up my body, her lips kissing my stomach, moving up my chest. She paused at each nipple, biting it, pulling it, then gently kissing it.
Finally our lips met again, and we embraced, our tongues touching as our bodies held tight to each other. There are so many things that I enjoy sexually, but nothing can beat hot kissing with someone who truly knows how to kiss. Divyanka was a master at kissing, and I loved her lips.
After a few minutes she pulled away from my mouth, her lips moving to my left shoulder, and slowly down my arm, pulling it out straight. As she reached my hand, she took each finger into her mouth individually, sucking on them as I felt her tie the silk rope around my wrist. She reached down into the sofa bed where another rope had already been attached in a loop, and tied the silk material to it, pulling my hand out tight, leaving me with very little ability to move my left hand.
She moved back down the arm, across my shoulder, back to my mouth, kissing again, lingering, before repeating the action on my right side.
i will find someone like you lyricsAlmost forty-five minutes had passed since she first began to tie me to the sofa bed. It was one of the most erotic experiences I had enjoyed up to that point. The reason I only say up to that point, is because I've come to discover that Divyanka is full of erotic surprises. The number of different things we have experienced since that first night will take many, many chapters to tell. But that was indeed a powerful experience.
Needless to say, I was once again fully erect and ready to go. I had no idea what Divyanka planned to do. Would she sit on my face, pushing her pussy onto my mouth, making me eat her? Would she lower herself down onto my hard shaft, riding me to climax? I waited in anticipation of what would come.
Instead, she stood up and began to get dress. I laid there in silence, waiting, wondering what she was doing as she pulled her top over her head and put her miniskirt back on. "What are you doing?" I finally asked, completely mystified.
She said nothing as she finished putting on her clothes. Once she was completely dressed, she moved to my side and sat down beside me, one hand resting on her lap, the other moving up to my face, softly caressing my cheek.
"I need to tell you something, but I'm afraid you'll get mad." She said, almost pouting, staring deeply into my eyes.
"What?" I asked, the word getting stuck in my throat and almost coming out in a croak.
"Well, remember how I said my husband was away for the weekend?" Her eyes never left mine as she paused. "Well, I lied. In fact, he's upstairs."
My mind raced. I'm sure she could see it in my eyes, the questions, the uncertainty. What was going to happen next? Here I was, completely tied up, unable to do anything, and this woman whom I had just met a few hours earlier, was telling me that I had just fucked her with her husband right upstairs! I tried to say something, but nothing would come out.
Her hand continued to rub my cheek as she said, "Anyway, I need to go up and get ready for bed with him. He's probably sound asleep on the couch with the television blasting. I need to wake him up and go to bed. Once he's asleep, I'll come back down and we can fuck some more, okay?"
She said it so matter-of-factly that I didn't know how to respond at first. Finally I managed to speak, "What the hell do you mean he's right upstairs, are you crazy? You need to untie me, I need to get out of here. What if he comes down here, what if he catches us?"
My heart was racing, my breathing heavy, only this time is wasn't because of how turned on I was. I was panicking, and I knew it.
"Shhhh, baby," Divyanka whispered, leaning over to kiss me, "there's nothing to worry about. Trust me. He's useless. He'll be asleep in no time and nothing will wake him up. Trust me, it's going to be a lot of fun. Don't you like the idea of fucking me crazy knowing my husband is so close?"
Her words were calming as her lips continued to kiss my face, moving from my lips to my cheek to my ears.
"I'll be back." She finally whispered, getting up and walking towards the office door. "Oh," she said, turning to look at me one more time, "I hope you're not afraid of the dark."
She flicked off the light, the room flooding with darkness as the door closed behind her.
I lay in total silence on the sofa bed, trying to listen for anything. But it was total quiet. I was scared, yet realized that I was also turned on. I could feel my cock, which had gone limp during my panic, begin to harden again. I was completely helpless, at the mercy of this incredible woman who was using me in such a powerful and sexual way.
I knew that if her husband walked through the door, I would not be able to defend myself. I was a big, strong biker, able to hold my own in pretty well any situation, but I would be completely at his mercy if he found me tied up to this bed.
And yet, deep inside, I knew that he would never find me. She wouldn't allow it. She was in control. She had this all planned out. She knew exactly what she was doing. This was what you would call a "calculated risk."
The more that truth began to sink in, the more horny I became. I was helpless all right. I was at the mercy of whomever walked through that door, no doubt about it. But it most definitely would not be a person who would do me harm that would come through that door. It was going to be her. My lover. I was at her mercy. And the only thing she was going to do to me was bring me incredible pleasure.
And so, as I lay in that darkness, I waited. For Divyanka to get ready for bed with her husband. I wondered if they were kissing, cuddling, maybe more. Yet I knew, almost instinctively, that she wasn't. This guy was a couch potato, someone who had clearly forgotten the woman he had married. The only affection he offered was when he was horny, and then it only lasted for a short time – until he got off. If there was any kissing happening upstairs, it was likely a simple peck.
I thought of Divyanka giving him that slight peck as they both laid in their bed. I thought of that same mouth wrapped around my cock just a short time ago. I wondered if their bodies touched at all under the sheets, but figured they likely didn't. Had she taken the time to clean my cum out of her pussy, or was she laying there beside him, her lower half soaked in our juices?
I couldn't believe how horny I was becoming as I waited in the darkness. I could feel my cock bouncing up and down with each new thought, yet had no ability to touch myself. My arms were tied above me, my legs spread to each corner of the bed.
I wanted to feel her tits pressed against my face. I craved her soft skin against mine, and wondered how long I would have to wait. I could sense that every nerve in my body was on edge, seeking pleasure. I was burning inside, hungry for her touch.
Finally I heard a key in the door, and I peaked over as it cracked open slightly, a single light from the other side flickering in the dark. I realized it was a candle, and I watched as it came into view as the door opened wider.
Divyanka slide in and quickly shut the door behind her, locking it. She stood there smiling, the candle in one hand. I couldn't believe what she was wearing, and was in awe of what happened next.
I'd better let her tell it...
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Divaynka Tripathi came wearing a sexy saree and come towars me and said “ Kush, your fuck toy has come for another fucking round. I have an idea come let’s go to balcony and have sex in open. What say my love Kush. “ Divaynka said biting her red lips and moving hands in her long beautiful soft hair giving Kush a slutty smile .
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They both ran towards balcony. Balcony was large and beautiful and it was on 4th floor of the building. It was around 11.30 at night still lot of people can be seen from balcony walking and with traffic at night.
Kush said Divyanka it’s very open we can’t do sex here as we can be seen easily by any one. Then Divyanka by opening her saree pallu and said to Kush by grabbing his pennis I don’t care Kush I just want both my holes filled with urcock Kush . I am horny as hell today . Even if any body sees my I Won’t stop fucking you nor will allow you to stop fucking me .“ You understand baby.
Kush then grabbed her breast and said what if he offer to join us and want to fuck you as well. Will you be ready my Divyanka. She said Sure why not if I got both my holes fill with two big cocks. Now just shut up and fuck me plz Kush. Divyanka needs you right now in open balcony and fuck me plzz..
I spy a voyeur," Kush whisper and for the first time I hear your excitement. Divyanka tell which shop to look for and my eyes go to the street, searching, searching, searching... and then I see him.
He appears to be a college student and he stands frozen on the passenger side of a car, looking up at our balcony with wide eyes.
My knowing smile grows as you slide my saree off my thighs. I step out of the material and spread my legs, knowing the fun is truly about to begin.
The college guy has noticed I'm watching him and he makes no effort to stop watching me as you kneel behind me, spread my legs even further, and start licking at my pussy from behind. Your fingers come up to rub at my clit and I moan deeply, but I never look away from the college guy.
And he watches avidly as you bring me to a fast orgasm with your tongue and your fingers.
I see that the college guy is saying something to the driver of the car, who gets out and comes to the passenger side as well. It's a young woman, probably a college student as well and she stares in obvious astonishment as she realizes exactly what about our balcony has the college guy so captivated.
As you stand up behind me, I hear you chuckle at the sight of the couple on the street staring up at us.
"I think it's time to give them a real treat, don't you?" You say while nibbling on my ear.
Then you lift my leg so that my thigh is your hand, holding me open so wide that I know the couple on the street has a fantastic view of your hard cock and it pushes into my dripping pussing.
You start a slow and steady rhythm, holding me up with your strong arms as your cock fills my pussy over and over again. I'm biting my bottom lip, trying to stay quiet as you start to fuck me harder and harder against the railing.
"Grab your tit," Kush growl in my ear and I do so immediately, pinching my nipple and squeezing my entire breast, all while my eyes remain on the couple.
I'm getting closer and closer to climax. I never knew having an audience would make everything so much more intense but it has and I can feel the effect on you as well. I know you're getting closer to cumming.
"Rub your clit with your other hand," Kush demand with a grunt, fucking me so hard now that I'm almost bent over the railing.
Divyanka shouts loudly saying " plz kush fuck my ass in open let the guy down there watch me getting banned by a stranger with my husband sleeping inside .."
Kush then grab her hairs and bends divyanka on railing with her tits hanging in mid air Grabbing her ass and pounding his cock inside out ..
alphabet polonais français
Divyanka shouting plz cum in my ass and he comes all over her ass and back making her all wet in open..
The end
artificial keyboard downloadThey both ran towards balcony. Balcony was large and beautiful and it was on 4th floor of the building. It was around 11.30 at night still lot of people can be seen from balcony walking and with traffic at night.
Kush said Divyanka it’s very open we can’t do sex here as we can be seen easily by any one. Then Divyanka by opening her saree pallu and said to Kush by grabbing his pennis I don’t care Kush I just want both my holes filled with urcock Kush . I am horny as hell today . Even if any body sees my I Won’t stop fucking you nor will allow you to stop fucking me .“ You understand baby.
Kush then grabbed her breast and said what if he offer to join us and want to fuck you as well. Will you be ready my Divyanka. She said Sure why not if I got both my holes fill with two big cocks. Now just shut up and fuck me plz Kush. Divyanka needs you right now in open balcony and fuck me plzz..
I spy a voyeur," Kush whisper and for the first time I hear your excitement. Divyanka tell which shop to look for and my eyes go to the street, searching, searching, searching... and then I see him.
He appears to be a college student and he stands frozen on the passenger side of a car, looking up at our balcony with wide eyes.
My knowing smile grows as you slide my saree off my thighs. I step out of the material and spread my legs, knowing the fun is truly about to begin.
The college guy has noticed I'm watching him and he makes no effort to stop watching me as you kneel behind me, spread my legs even further, and start licking at my pussy from behind. Your fingers come up to rub at my clit and I moan deeply, but I never look away from the college guy.
And he watches avidly as you bring me to a fast orgasm with your tongue and your fingers.
I see that the college guy is saying something to the driver of the car, who gets out and comes to the passenger side as well. It's a young woman, probably a college student as well and she stares in obvious astonishment as she realizes exactly what about our balcony has the college guy so captivated.
As you stand up behind me, I hear you chuckle at the sight of the couple on the street staring up at us.
"I think it's time to give them a real treat, don't you?" You say while nibbling on my ear.
Then you lift my leg so that my thigh is your hand, holding me open so wide that I know the couple on the street has a fantastic view of your hard cock and it pushes into my dripping pussing.
You start a slow and steady rhythm, holding me up with your strong arms as your cock fills my pussy over and over again. I'm biting my bottom lip, trying to stay quiet as you start to fuck me harder and harder against the railing.
"Grab your tit," Kush growl in my ear and I do so immediately, pinching my nipple and squeezing my entire breast, all while my eyes remain on the couple.
I'm getting closer and closer to climax. I never knew having an audience would make everything so much more intense but it has and I can feel the effect on you as well. I know you're getting closer to cumming.
"Rub your clit with your other hand," Kush demand with a grunt, fucking me so hard now that I'm almost bent over the railing.
Divyanka shouts loudly saying " plz kush fuck my ass in open let the guy down there watch me getting banned by a stranger with my husband sleeping inside .."
Kush then grab her hairs and bends divyanka on railing with her tits hanging in mid air Grabbing her ass and pounding his cock inside out ..
alphabet polonais françaisDivyanka shouting plz cum in my ass and he comes all over her ass and back making her all wet in open..
The end