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"You're right. I have been having all the fun," he said after unbuttoning his shirt, which is what startled me, as he lifted it over his head and threw it away. "I should be a bit more fair, more altruistic, and let you enjoy me like I'm enjoying you," he said as he undid his belt and dropped his khakis to the floor. I stood in utter shock, not just at his boldness, but at how sexy his body looked and the fact I did not want to take my eyes off his chest full of black whiskers peppered with grey.

Of their own accord, my eyes shifted lower, passing the hem of his underwear and landing on the very noticeable protrusion jutting toward me in his purple boxer briefs. I told myself to cover my eyes but the signal never made it to my hands, my brain occupied with the task of flooding my genitals with warm, tingly liquid.

"Would you like to see what's in here, Pretty One?" Mr. Chandu surveyed. Only my nerves, my shyness and my sense of innocence held me back from shouting 'yes, please'. "You've earned it, Saniya. You deserve to see it, to touch it. Your very first cock, sweetheart."

"I..." I hesitated, and he finally took my weakly resisting hand and placed it on his chest.

"Do you like what you're feeling right now, Ana?" he asked, slowly guiding my hand downward. I did indeed like the different textures, the course hairs grating my fingers, the hardness of his rippled muscles, the malleability of his fair skin. It sent shivers in waves up and down my spine. I simply nodded slowly, unable to speak. He led my little hand on a trail that ended at the rim of his drawers. "So?" he said, anticipating my predictable next move and releasing my hand.

At that point, I flooded my own mind with fresh rationalizations. He already has seen mine. Its only fair I see his too. That'll be my way of getting even. It's not like we're going to have sex. There's nothing wrong with us seeing each other's bodies. He's a doctor and a teacher, so it's really like an anatomy lesson. Needing no more convincing, I slowly pulled the purple, thick cotton down from the rim, kneeling in front of Mr. Chandu as I slid his underwear down to his ankles to join his pants. The massive, dark meat sprang from behind the waistband and bobbed into place at a 90 degree angle in front of my eyes.

"Go on, Babydoll, you can touch it," he goaded. My curious gaze rose from the thick, lengthy stalk of flesh up to his smirking smile. Part of me, the most paltry and animalistic part, relished the opportunity to play with a real man's very real and very large penis. But the other part, the real me (or so I thought) screamed inwardly that this was very wrong and that it needed to end. I submitted to the former, telling myself I'd simply draw the line right there at feeling the man's dong in my hand.

On my knees naked in front of a naked man in his forties, I was to grab hold of the first of many cocks. I started by gently brushing across the side and then making a loose fist around the shaft. I gasped in amusement when it reacted to me with a quick twitch. It was like holding an iron pipe filled with hot water and wrapped in a thin layer of supple leather that was also alive. It was awesome! I examined the dark purplish mushroom at the end, squeezed the strong shaft, and even held Dr. Chandu's sack in my hand before reeling myself back in.

"Wow... thanks, Dr. Chandu," I said, releasing his manhood, considering myself having learned something new that day.

"Don't you wanna kiss it now, San?"

"I... not... n... I don't-" I was speechless and not very willing to refuse him.

"I'm just kidding, Saniya," he said, pulling me up to my feet. "No, I always treat a lady first." He stepped out of his pants, underwear and shoes, looking at me like prey as I slowly backpedaled. "Its ok. I promise you'll love it," he said.

After a few steps, I felt the coolness of the door on my behind and Dr. Chandu was too close for comfort. My heart began to race and fear took hold again as the reality flooded back past the dam of irrational justifications. His penis cap poked me in my bellybutton before his lips once again met mine. I turned my head to the side, trying to deflect the advance but he straightened it with his strong right hand before pressing his mouth into mine again. What choice did I have but to give in to him and to the desire boiling in me and kiss him back.

All I knew about kissing was what I had practiced with my daddy, and that would only prepare me for a goodnight kiss after a date. So, when Dr. Chandu's lips parted and his tongue pushed past my lips, I was in completely new territory. Sensing my ineptitude, he stopped. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Instead of telling him something like 'all of the last 20 minutes or so', I said, "I never kissed a boy like this before. I don't know how. I'm... I'm sorry."

He chuckled. "Sweet little Saniya. I am not a boy. I'm a man. And a man is supposed to teach you new things. Just follow my lead, ok?"

"O... okay" I agreed nervously and then he came into me again, kissing me like daddy did at first, just lips then opened his mouth and slipped his tongue past my lips. I received his slithering tongue as I opened up to him. His tongue slipped and slid and massaged mine, and I started to feel every sweet sensation in my mouth go directly to my goodie, making it warmer, more tingly and wetter than I can ever remember. By some kind of inspiration, I began to mimic his mouth's slick movements and massaged his tongue with mine, occasionally sucking his between my lips like a popsicle.

When his hand slid between my legs, a finger tracing along my wet slit, I felt an exhilarating jolt. I tried to push his hand away but I wasn't strong enough and he kept fondling my most intimate place. Something about him overpowering my will made me feel so naughty, so free and so sexy. Having resisted those feelings my whole life, I kept trying to follow my old instincts and get contol back.

"Please, sir. Can we just... wait a second..." I panted as he freed me from my first true kiss. But just as quickly as he did, he fastened his lips to my right breast, dipping down slightly as he forced my right wrist against the door with one hand and maintained a snug but not suffocating squeeze on my throat with the other. He sucked hard on my puffy areolas one at a time, flicking my little bee sting nipples with his tongue. I was on fire between the legs, admittedly disappointed he removed his hands from down there to hold me in place.

His kisses went from alternating between my erect nipples down to my belly, then my navel, and then he gazed upward to see trepidation in my eyes before grabbing my knee and lifting it aside to expose my hairy, dripping neediness. I shook my head vigorously, begging him not to do what I knew he would.

"Oh, lord!" I whined the moment his tongue grazed my overheated virgin sex. And he did so much more than graze. He feasted hungrily on my vagina like he was famished, slurping and licking, sucking and kissing my most precious possession. "Oh, oooh, mmmn, nnnnn, mnnnm," I whimpered, pinching my lips with my teeth trying to utter the word 'no' or 'stop' but they would not come out. He just kept ravaging me with his tongue and lips, humming in delight with evey stroke, sending heavenly pleasure through my pulsing core all over my titillated body.

If I couldn't control my mouth, I thought, then maybe I could will my body to fight him off, just to reserve whatever measure of chastity I still had. Squirming, half in resistance and half in pure blissful submission, I worked myself to the side where Dr. Chandu could no longer keep licking my yummy place. Though he was still content to kiss all over my hips, thighs and the side part of my behind, I was able to catch a breath and regain some mental fortitude.

"Dr. Chandu, sir, I, I, I can't..."

"Baby, just relax. I know you like how it feels, I could taste you getting wetter for me. I wanna make you cum. Don't you wanna cum, Pretty One?"

Unable to verbally deny myself more pleasure, I simply turned my body away from Dr. Chandu and faced the door. I was unsure why a man of such superior strength allowed me to do so, until he parted my butt cheeks like before and stuck his face in between, leading with drenched tongue. The man who was supposed to be doing a routine physical examination on my leg was now passionately tongue kissing my poop hole. Such a dirty, perverted angel.

The raw sensation wasn't to be compared to what he performed on my middle parts, but the freaky taboo thrill of it was outstanding! I mean, this man forced me into submission, not so he could have his way and get his own rocks off, but because he genuinely desired to give me pleasure in the most selfless ways possible. In a twisted way I was flattered by his debased form of chivalry.

Dr. Chandu lavished me with wet lashes to my butthole while kneading the flesh surrounding it. My vagina gushed for him, even as I tried to wriggle my way away from the pleasurable torment, the hands that fondled my derriere also pinned my hips to the door. He jammed his tongue in and out of my tight anal ring, rinsing my entire being with a feeling of whorishness I trained my whole life to resist. "This isn't right, Dr. Chandu! That's my nasty hole!" I finally found some words.

"I know, but it smells and tastes so sweet. Your body is like candy to me," he said in a breath. Then, holding me in place with his left, he let his right snake it's way between my legs again, massaging my naked, grassy slit and the pleasure pearl at the summit of my sex. Shoving his face deeper between my butt to keep my cheeks apart, he continued to lick my behind as he tickled my no longer private parts. The one time I tried to close my legs, he forced them back apart easily with masculine strength. My heart was swept away in a whirlwind, my mind and body trapped in a beautiful nightmare.

At that point I gave in, diving in the cesspool to drown in wanton desires. I let my body relax, spreading wider my thighs in surrender to my forceful lover. And as soon as I did, I was rewarded with my very first orgasm. I began to shudder as all of the velvety sensations sounded at once, the finger he gently encircled my clitoris with, the one he slipped back and forth just inside my pinkness and the tongue poking into my immaculate rim. Something inside me spasmed violently and I let put a long, feminine moan. Between my legs became so inundated I thought I might have peed myself, and what's worse, I wouldn't have cared if I did I was so lost in pleasure.

My hands circulated my smooth, naked body from my neck to my breasts, around to my waist and hips back to my sensitive nipples, moaning as my orgasm ascended to it's peak and then receded, leaving me in a calm haze of satisfaction. I slumped against the door, catching my breath in heaves as Dr. Chandu released me. "See, I told you you'd like it, Angel Eyes," he said, smiling proudly at me.

"Ohhhh, I looooved it," I sighed deeply.

"I'm so proud of you, Ana. You came hard like a real woman," he said, enriching my heart with confidence and making me smile so big at him. Really, I think it was due to the high from my orgasm.

"Now, Saniya, I believe it's time you return the favor. Come," he ordered, pulling my toward him by my wrist. I didn't resist and he was more forceful than he needed to be, dragging me towards him on my knees, causing me to crawl to catch up. His long, skin-covered steel rod intimidated me. It was so thick and menacing, even more so than before since I was expected to put it in my mouth.

"Just give it a kiss. Like how you did my tongue," he said soothingly. I did as he said and pursed my lips around the hot, purple cap of his penis and began kissing it. I slicked my tongue in circles, knowing I was doing the right thing because Dr. Chandu started to softly moan and comb through my damp hair softly. He let go of my hand to place both on my head, where he just played in my hair for a few moments, seeming to enjoy himself.

"Take more of it in your mouth, honey. There's plenty more dick past the tip and I want you to have all of it," he growled and then clutched fistfuls of my short, blonde hair to pull my mouth onto his meaty member until he jabbed the back of my throat, then repeated. "Here, now keep pace. Just like that," he said unraveling his firm grip off my hair.

I did my best to get him off, trying to pay back what he had done to me. I bobbed along Dr. Chandu's shaft with my lips and tongue, trying to keep my teeth away from it. I grabbed it at the base for control once I established a rhythm. At some point, I came to grips with what I was doing, sucking a stranger's cock in his office like a common whore, but I didn't let that discourage me from my task. It wasn't like I had a say in the matter, so I figured I may as well suck him to the best of my ability.

"That's it Saniya! I knew it, you're a natural. You were made to suck cock, you learned so easily, Pretty One! Are you sure you haven't been sucking boy's peckers in the restroom?"

"No, sir. I'm just a fast learner!" I replied and then quickly filled my mouth with him again. Somehow I was proud of his compliments. Who would have known I'd be good at sucking cock, let alone taking pride in it.

"You are a fast learner. You got me all ready to fuck now. Ok, Saniya, up!" he ordered, yanking me off my knees by the arms like a ragdoll. He lifted me up more, gripping me under the thighs which ended up spread at his hips. I could feel his hard shaft lying flat along my slit as he walked me to the foot of his exam table. "Oh you got me so hot right now. You're such a sexy girl. I can't wait to split this pristine pussy. I want you so bad!" he growled feverishly, setting me down and pushing me flat against the table.

"No, no, wait, Dr. Chandu! I'm a virgin! You can't!" I cried as he came between my open legs. My emotional memory gets blurry at this point. I'm not sure if I resisted because I really treasured my virginity and didn't want my cherry popped, or because I knew he wouldn't stop and I wanted Mr. Chandu to take me and defile me. It was an intricate web of the two.

"Oh, sweetie, you don't wanna be a little cock tease do you? To come in here with your perfect body, and your gorgeous ass out for me, your thong panties soaking wet so I could see your cute little kitten fur. You seduced me, Pretty. And I'm so glad you did because now I can give you what we both want. What we both need," he whispered sincerely while holding me down to his examination table.

"I... I'm sorry I was teasing you! I didn't mean to. Honestly!" I pleaded as he kissed my face, neck, and chest, ignoring my voice. "I didn't mean to seduce you! You don't have to do it to me, just let me suck it again. Can't you get off that way?"

"Aww, you wanna suck my cock again, Saniya? I'll let you suck all you juices off when I'm done, okay Princess? I promise," he smiled. Then he positioned himself so I could feel his big flesh helmet parked at my poor little opening. "You ready, baby?"

I simply braced myself and shook my head 'no', biting my lip hard, knowing he was going to finally fuck me. "I'll go slow," he soothed me, tenderly kissing my forehead. And with that, he pushed himself inside me ever so slowly.

The dome of his tower just inside the vestibule, I could feel myself stretching open with significantly more discomfort than I felt when I inserted a tampon. It might have been much worse if I wasn't gushing female fluid, making everything slick and slippery.

As he slid deeper inside, I yielded my body to him some, spreading wider to accommodate my pushy lover, enduring the pain with tight eyes. With a sigh of solace, Mr. Chandu thrust strong and slow, breaching the crown and seal of my virginity, the proof of my chastity, christening my body anew, the space he filled no longer a girl's flower or goodie but a woman's cunt, her pussy. A pussy that was a real man's right to take, to fuck, even against her will.

He buried himself deep inside me with a bearish groan, having burrowed as far into my delicate, virginal folds as humanly possible he pulled back and pressed in again, and then again and again. I clutched him, wrapping my arms and legs around him and holding on for dear life as his large cock penetrated my pink wetness. Each stroke hurt less than the previous one and the pain was replaced by unquenchable thirst for the next titillating surge, which he provided copiously. My body betrayed my mind, taking the side of my aggressor over my own sensibilities.

Helplessly I lay on Dr. Chandu's exam room table, being utterly defiled and I had never experienced a more blissful moment in my life. My senses were inundated with raw passion as was my gooey pussy which seemed to have melted into whipped cream. Pumping me full, panting and starting to drip sweat, he dropped his face to mine for a kiss. I turned my head in objection and was quickly punished with a tight grip around the throat. He then kissed me as passionately as he had intended to and I was forced to surrender and open up for his hot tongue to infiltrate my mouth and molest me orally. What else could I do but kiss him back, after all, he hadn't taught me how to kiss like an adult for some schoolboy.

Our wet lips and tongues danced ravenously as he pinned me to the leather and fucked me hard, having gradually picked up pace from earlier. By that time I was moaning weakly into his mouth, my eyes closed but wet from tears of mixed emotions. He growled and grunted out every strong thrust and then parted our lips to catch his breath. "Mmmmn, why does it feel sooooo fucking goooood!" I ashamedly admitted to the man who stole my precious virginity, who was even still in the very act.

"Its what all girls want" he said still ramming his big dick into me, his words coming out in fractured phrases rather than gull sentences. "It's what girls like you were truly made for. To be used. To be fucked and turned out by men like me who are brave enough to break down your walls and bring out your potential," he breathed right into my lips. "And you like it. You like letting go of yourself and surrendering your body to me, being my little puppet, my sweet whore, my little fuck toy, don't you Saniya?"

His foul words were as honey, stimulating the most sinful parts of my body, my mind, my emotions and my very soul. "Mmmmmnn, yes sir, I love it! Use me! Use me! Make me your whore! Fuck me and make me your pet slut! I want it! Mmmm oooouuughhh," I whimpered and began to convulse like I was having a seizure, my eyes rolling back as another orgasm bolted through my being, starting in the warm pool of desire my domineering lover ravaged and dispersing all over.

Dr. Chandu let go of my throat, allowing me to squirm out the ecstacy I was washed in. He kept stroking me steadily as I twitched and jerked this way and that way, arching my back high into the air like I was possessed. He gripped my hips to hold me in place as he impaled me through a tremendous orgasm. "Ffff... fffffuuuuuuuu... fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeee!" I cried out loudly, the unbelievable feeling rising to its crescendo. I never knew sex could feel so great, if I did I would have fucked a long time ago.

"Shit, baby girl, you're making me cum too," he announced and then drastically increased the pace of his strokes, fucking me hard like a piston and pumping his man seed deep into my drenched, cream-loaded pussy. Mid cum, Mr. Chandu's cock came out of me and spurted more of his hot sticky semen. Both our hands met at his thick shaft and finished pumping out the streams of white ooze from the dark tip, landing on my breasts, across my stomach and in the brown bush of my naturally neat pubic hairs.

Both fully satiated, we embraced in a warm, heavy-breathed kiss, and then cuddled up like newlyweds on their honeymoon for some amount time that was way too short. I had been gone for about an hour and I was sure the girls and Coach Sanjjanaa were starting to worry. So, Mr. Chandu let me up from his soothing embrace and sat up on his examination table naked, watching me as I scrambled for my clothes. " you should clean up before you dress, darling." I looked down at myself as I pulled my wet bathing panties up, pausing them at my knees. My belly and my pubic hair were painted sporadically in his crusted semen, vaginal fluid, dried girl cream and remnants of blood from the broken seal of my innocence remained on my inner thighs and cunt.

"Oh, lord," I sighed, shaking my head at my stupidity.

"Here," Mr. Chandu said, hopping off the table to snatch a few sanitizing wipes from the container on the wall by the door. He began wiping our filth off my body, rubbing the cold cloth across my tummy, then scrubbing a little harder to cleanse cum from my tuft. I spread my legs so he could wipe my legs and pussy clean, which he did, unable to help letting a couple bare fingers slip across my labia and I shuddered. "Mm, you still want me. You must have liked it," he said smirking, wading up the soiled tissues and tossing them in the trash.

"No, I loved it!" I said in full, cheerful confidence. I then returned the favor, cleaning him up with wipes, spending too much time 'cleaning' the huge cock that had violated me so good, feeling the length, weight and girth of it, fondling the sack that contained his large balls. Once it started getting erect again, Mr. Chandu warned me to stop lest he bend me over the table and make me scream until we got caught. I jokingly challenged him to do just that, the fantasy of him doing it while I screamed 'no, please don't' making me a little tingly in my pussy. I had to restrain myself.

"Mr. Chandu?" I said shyly, "I... I... please, don't do this to any other girls," I said, looking him in the eyes. "Just me," I added. I wanted to be the only one upon whom he released all his sexual frustrations. The simple thought of him having his way with another unwilling girl aroused jealousy inside of me.

"Pretty One, you can have whatever you want in this world," he said sweetly and kissed my forehead. I was in love. He got dressed and then dressed me, pulling my cold, wet swimming panties up my hips and tying the strings evenly. "A shame we have to cover up this sweet pussy of yours. A work of art so perfect should be set on display."

"Aww, thanks Mr. Chandu," I said, receiving the compliment with glee. My daddy always said my 'girly goodie' was really pretty. Now I know he wasn't just saying so because I'm his baby girl, but because my pussy is sublime, just like Mr. Chandu said about my tits, which he gave a tender kiss each before setting them back behind their soggy little covers.

He then unlocked the door after doing another quick check to make sure we were decent. We then walked through his outer office and to the door that led to the hallway. When I opened it we were met by Coach Sanjjanaa. "So, what's the prognosis? Is it bad? Can she still practice, and compete?"

"Yes, she can. I had to work her hip joint back into place, which is what took so long. But she'll be fine. She can practice and she can compete," Mr. Chandu lied.

"Awsome! I was a little scared for ya, honey. I'm glad you're alright," Coach chirped, happy I was ok.

"Oh, but uh, I'll need to do periodic checks on her to make sure she stays healthy. Nothing serious though, I assure you. Just a precautionary measure." When he said that I couldn't help but smile so wide. I was in for an amazing adventure of subversion, sexual perversion and learning new things. I couldn't wait!

THE-END

 

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#Rachita Ram

 

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I am Rachita, happily married to Santosh for 3 years. I have an Engineering degree and am a homemaker. We have been trying for a kid for the past 6 months. Santosh was a sweetheart. He loved me madly. I look very hot and pretty. From my teenage life, I noticed men’s craving eyes scanning my body. This doesn’t stop even when my husband is close by.

I never bothered about these hungry men of our society. Santosh satisfied me in all aspects, both physically and emotionally. He was working for a startup company and was earning a hefty income.

All women have extraordinary analysis power. I noticed a change in the behavior of Santosh towards me for the past 2 months. He doesn’t show the same love and is not interested in sex. He is less active and was not fulfilling my hungry desires as well.

He goes to sleep early, reasoning that he is tired of the day’s work. Once I noticed him chatting with someone secretly with a blush on his face. A doubt crossed my head, but I ignored the doubt. I believed him to the core.

The doubt was still in my head. One night, I acted as slept. He took his phone and started chatting with someone till 12 in the night. I secretly squinted my eyes and saw kissing emojis sexual GIFs.

I felt devastated and did not want to confront him. I could not sleep all night. I woke up at around 3 in the morning. Santosh, once asleep, did not know anything that happened around him. I grasped his phone and unlocked it with his finger. I opened his Whatsapp chat history.

Finding the chat with the name ‘Driver,’ my heart sank. The messages where he says, “My wife, I want to taste your body once more very soon.” I got water droplets formed in my eyes. Lots of hot pics were exchanged between these two. She looks much younger and hotter compared to me.

They were chatting about the wild day they had spent together. I guess she is one of his colleagues at work. The chat history before today was cleared. I felt angry, frustrated, and mad all at the same time. I started imagining all the bad things that could happen to our loving marriage.

I stopped myself from confronting him. I could not sleep from that day, and crazy thoughts clouded my head. We were not sexually active. To come out of this tension, after he left office. I switched ON the laptop and fingered my craving pussy, reading crazy taboo sex stories.

I slept tired with my cum spilled over the bed. I was too upset and wanted to kill the girl he was dating. While strolling through, a devil inside me hinted at taking revenge. I came across Madhan and liked his narration. I messaged him to come to my apartment the next day at noon.

I fingered multiple orgasms without any food all day till evening. I changed the bed cover before Santosh was back. That night, I was so excited that I completely forgot Santosh and his infidelity. A sudden feeling of guilt was forgotten by the deed Santosh had done.

I bid bye to Santosh with a kiss on his cheek. I felt slutty. While waiting for Madhan, a jolt of excitement ran through my head. I was thrilled to meet him. I was craving about the things he would be doing with my body. He was 6’ tall and looked smarter than Santosh.

I ran through all the dresses before finalizing the dress to impress Madhan. I badly needed Madhan to drill his cock hard into me. I wanted to lick his dick madly. Many crazy sexual ideas were running in my head. I made a deal with Madhan: no strings attached, no emotional connection, and total anonymity.

I took a cold shower at 12. I checked the mirror nude. I have put some weight around the waist. My boobs and ass have become bigger. My face still looks slimmer. I took the dark pink sleeveless tank T-shirt, which will reveal my cleavage.

I wore a tank T-shirt without a bra. I checked the mirror. My pointy nipples were vaguely visible over the T-shirt. I wore matching denim shorts, which covered only half of my thighs. I spread pink lipstick on my lips. I wore a dangling earring that my husband gifted during my first marriage anniversary.

I had already cleaned my bushy hairs over the pussy before the bath. I wore gold bangles on my hands. I applied kajal around the eyes. My husband loves me with kajal. I applied my husband’s costliest foreign brought perfume on my underarms and just above the pussy.

I am ready by noon and eagerly waiting for Madhan. I told Madhan to sneak through the apartment security without sharing his details. Madhan messaged me upon reaching the apartment. My heart started pounding heavily. After hearing the doorbell, I started shivering, and my body was fluttering.

I opened the door. He briskly set his foot inside the house and latched the main door. He did not waste any time pushing me to the wall next to the door. He started kissing me, sucking my lips. I could not breathe. He sucked my pink lips breathless, and he tasted sweet.

His sudden act made my pussy precum which was pretty fast. He hungrily kissed me. He lifted me to the wall and kissed me all around the neck. I never experienced such arousal. He kissed all around my face. He stopped to look into my eyes.

He released me from the tight embrace and placed me down on my feet. I could see my lipstick marks on his cheeks, face, and lips. I have kissed him very wildly all over his face like a hungry bitch. I blushed, looking at his lusty eyes. I walked Madhan to the bedroom with his strong hands grasping my hands.

I saw the bed and thought, this is where my husband sleeps and fucks me. I am going to taste another man here. I sat on the corner of the bed. He, without any hesitation, pushed me on the bed and adjusted my hips to the corner of the bed. He unhooked the shorts and rubbed his hands over the pussy.

 

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His hands-on the pussy, I closed my eyes and enjoyed his play on my body. I am sensing a wild sensation in my body. The pointy tip of the tongue is moved very slowly from the base of my pussy to the clitoris. I took a deep breath and left a sigh. He spread my legs further apart and dug his face between my thighs.

His strong hands were holding my thighs and his tongue was licking my wet pussy slowly and then teasing with his pointy tongue. In the same bed that my husband has banged, a stranger is sucking my pussy. I have opened my legs. I started moaning louder like a bitch holding the bed cover tightly.

Madhan locked his lips with my pussy lips and inserted his tongue inside. My husband had never done this. He did not like to lick my pussy. This is a heavenly feeling. I held his head by the hair and pushed him into my pussy with no words spoken. He licked my pussy for a very long time. He then stood up.

He pulled down his pants, and a huge cock jumped out of his underwear. I, hungrily like a bitch woke up and grabbed those with both of my hands. I started giving blowjobs to Madhan. I kissed his dick balls and teased his gigantic cock with the tip of my tongue.

A sense of guilt crossed my heart, but a gigantic dick stared right in front of me. Like a slut, I took his long rod into my mouth till his cock touched the end of my mouth. I held his cock in my mouth, oozed the saliva, and my hands massaged his balls.

I could taste a tinge of his precum. I pulled out the cock and licked from the base of the dick to the head with my tongue. I am sucking the cock of a stranger's gagging mouth in my husband’s place. He held my head, and he mouth fucked me.

Oh, what a bitch. I am enjoying the dirty sex. He pulled out his cock before cumming. I grabbed his cock and stroked it with my hand. A shot of cum fired like a missile from his wild cock over my neck and top. He gave a relaxed breath. I brought water for him to drink.

After drinking water, he started a small gap of a few minutes again. He pushed me on the bed and pulled my hip to the corner of the bed. He positioned his hard cock. He rubbed my clitoris with his thumb hard and pushed his cock hard. I gasped for air. His thick cock is deep inside me.

Heavens, it has been years since my pussy has seen such a huge cock. With his cock deep inside my pussy, his strong hands tried to tear the top. I removed the top for Madhan. His big hands grabbed my huge boobs and pressed harder. I could feel the pain and pleasure at the same time.

I could see red marks his hands were leaving. He started stroking, moving his cock at a lower speed rhythmically. He then pinched my nipples and started to push his dick harder. I remembered my husband’s cock in the slutty colleague’s pussy.

I felt angry, and said, “Bang me harder and harder like a bitch.” He started pounding faster and harder, thrusting the pussy with such a huge force that the cot was making a creaking sound. After some wild strokes, he stopped and took a deep breath.

His hands reached my ass hole and inserted his middle finger. His thumb was pressing on my clitoris. His other hand was pushing into the tight hole of my ass. He swapped me into doggy style and rubbed my pussy with his saliva-drenched hands. He spanked my shaky ass hard, which was painful.

He then positioned his cock on my pussy. I wanted more spanks. I told him to spank me harder. He hit me harder. I moved from the doggy position before he pushed his cock into me. I pushed him on the cold granite floor. I climbed on top of him.

His cock is still hard covered with my juices. I held his cock, positioned on the craving pussy. His cock went deeper into me. I could see myself in the mirror of the almirah. I am riding with a stranger’s cock inside me. I closed my eyes and moved my ass, feeling the cock touching all around the inside of the pussy.

I moved my hips faster. I am riding him harder now. He is also pushing his cock from below. His hands are squeezing my boobs, chest and underarms. I could feel the reach of my climax. I moved over Madhan with a wild shuttle. I came, my cum traveling through his cock to the floor. We both are sweating.

He took some more rest, and his cock came to a rest. After some time, he climbed onto me again. He started kissing all over the back. He swapped me around and kissed and sucked my fleshy ass. He then licked my ass hole, which was a kind of a new sensation I had never experienced so far.

His cock turned again to a huge rod. He pushed me in the doggie position. He pushed his cock into my pussy with a huge thrust. With every push, my sagging boobs are shaking. He reached my boobs and pressed with his thrust on my pussy.

He held the sides of my ass and dug his cock hard into the pussy. Heavens, my pussy never was busy in such a continued manner, but it endured. I told him to wait and grabbed my phone. I called my husband and put it on the speaker. I told him to hit my pussy harder with his cock balls hitting my ass.

He did not answer the call. I called again and again. He answered the third time. “Hello,” I said ‘hello,’ and Madhan was banging my pussy with his cock balls, hitting my ass hugely.

I spoke to him and he kind of keenly listened to the background sound. Madhan continued to bang me harder now. Husband asked what the sound was. Madhan suddenly stopped. I signaled him to continue. He banged me hard and hard.

He held my ass and was about to cum. I turned around, and he shot his cum all over my body with huge breaths. Husband on the call asking, “What is going on? Answer.” I told him, “What sound? Maybe some cross-connection.”

THE-END

 

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#Rakul Preet Singh

 

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The first thing he knew after a long deep sleep was a sound.

Someone spoke. The words were "Holy shit." murmured quietly but he heard them, and that seemed marvelous for some reason. In that first moment of consciousness his hearing seemed wonderfully powerful.

He tried to open his eyes and found that difficult, but he got them open just a sliver and saw that he was lying in bed with the covers thrown back and a pretty nurse standing over him. It was her voice that had awoken him.

The nurse was looking down at his body holding a rag and not moving.

She glanced around and then back at his body. Then she shrugged, just a little, and reached out to lift his penis which he now realized was exposed. She proceeded to bath his genitals and he felt profound embarrassment and tried to move to stop her.

That was when he discovered he couldn't move. At all.

He tried to speak, but couldn't do that either. He tried grunting, screaming, shaking his fists, kicking his legs and every other form of controlling his body he could think of. Nothing worked. The only control he had at all was the ability to open and close his eyelids a tiny fraction.

Then he tried to figure out where he was and why. His name was Vasu, he was thirty two and he worked in Natural Gas as a safety co-ordinator. He had been driving to a well site up north last he remembered. Now he was here.

Looking past the humiliating vision of this pretty nurse washing his penis he saw that his legs were both in casts from the knees down and that one of his arms was as well. He was hooked up to numerous machines via tubes and wires and a thin curtain surrounded the bed he was on. He was clearly in an hospital, but what had happened.

The pretty nurse pulled back his foreskin and began to wash around the head of his penis.

Chinna, as he called himself, had always been embarrassed by his penis. It was big. Oddly big, and it had been the source of a lot of uncomfortable attention in his teens and early adulthood. It was a focal point not unlike a woman's breasts would be if they were enormous. Once people found out about his size it was all he became to them, the guy with the huge cock.

Every guy thought Chinna must love it, but he didn't, because most women were intimidated by it or simply wanted him because of it. Not much in between.

Now this nurse was holding it, obviously intrigued by it. She was still doing her job, but she was working slowly and carefully as if it might bite her.

Chinna's cock, when flaccid like this, was six inches long and between three and four inches around, about the size of an average penis when erect. The nurse was washing him carefully and taking full measure with her gloved hands. He could see her comparing her little hands to it and she bent it around as if testing that it was indeed flaccid.

If he could have moved or said anything Chinna would have asked her to stop. It was mortifying to be displayed and manipulated like a piece of meat, but his paralysis was complete, save for the tiny amount he could open his eyes.

Instead he was forced to lie still while she finished bathing him, but continued to hold his cock. She seemed reluctant to let it go.

Chinna had seen the look in her eyes a few times before in others. That rapt fascination. Some women could not help themselves when confronted with that much manhood.

As she examined him he gazed at her through the tiny slit he could open his eyes. As her exploration of his penis continued Chinna distracted himself by assessing her in return.

The nurse was a black haired with fair skin and a very fit look to her. She looked like an athlete; a runner or gymnast or something that didn't require height. She was only average height, maybe five six or seven.

Her face was kind, almost innocent in the way she was looking at him. She was very pretty, but more like a girl next door kind of way. She reminded him emotionally, if not physically, of a girl he had crushed on in Junior college but had never dared to ask out.

Even then his penis was known. In gym class the other guys had seen it and asked about it. No-one seemed to think it odd to talk about his size. They teased him about it some, but only in a general way. Among the guys it was joked about the same way they joked about Kanna the guy who started shaving first, who had a very thick beard early on.

Yet with the girls it was different.

At first it was not spoken of in his hearing, but he could see them checking him out. He could tell when they saw it and what they thought. At that age he, like other boys, would get random erections in school. When he did everyone knew.

When Chinna's cock was fully erect it was ten inches long and Very, very big. At thirty two Chinna was five foot eleven and one hundred and seventy five pounds. At fifteen Chinna was five foot seven and one hundred and forty pounds, and yet his cock had already reached full size. (He'd measured a lot back then.) At that size when he got an erection it was like growing a new arm.

How could he approach a girl knowing what might happen in his pants? At that age girls were terrified of that overt and large a sexual offer. Their palpable apprehension spooked him and he avoided talking to girls.

It only got worse in college when some girls actively sought him out, wanting to see it and touch it. These were the braver girls who seemed willing to experiment with a big cock, but Chinna's self-consciousness didn't allow for him to accept the blatant offers and instead he grew defensive about his cock, not wanting to be defined by it.

Early failures to be able to penetrate the first few girlfriends he eventually did have in college further alienated him from enjoying his endowment. It seemed more like a curse.

If only a girl who looked as cute as this nurse would be able to see him as more than a cock. But this girl was now blatantly stroking his pole, trying to get him hard, probably so she could measure it.

She had both hands around his shaft and she was pumping him up and down. He could feel everything she was doing perfectly so maybe he wasn't paralysed, he thought. Her warm, soft hands felt wonderful. Her slightly open mouth looked sexy, her expression one of shocked amusement.

He could see her cheeks flushing, and the blush spread down her chest under the loose uniform of pajama like t-shirt and slacks. Even as terrified as he was of why he couldn't move Chinna found her so adorable, so sexually compelling that he got aroused by her ministrations.

His cock grew and grew, filling with blood as she jacked him off and he stared at her precious face. She was really cute. Her blue eyes flashed up at his face from time to time, fearing he would wake, and she froze every time she heard a noise. The obvious anxiety she felt, mixed with the amazement and lust she seemed to be feeling gave her an endearingly vulnerable demeanor, which made him want her even more.

When at last his cock was at full hardness she continued to stroke it. She murmured, "Oh GOD fucking." And then she held her arm up alongside his cock as she pulled it up from his belly.

It ran from her elbow past her fist and was thicker than her wrist and most of her forearm.

"Holy fuck. Where would I put that?" she said it very quietly, but Chinna just made it out.

She reached down and cupped his balls, which were slightly larger than average as well, but not by much.

"What have you got in here, I wonder? How much would come out?" Again she said this very quietly, but watching her mouth he could understand her whispers.

Her warm palm cupping his testes fell wonderful, and her stroking was feeling amazing, it wouldn't be long before he came at this rate. It felt great to have her firm, competent grip on him. He doubted she jacked off a lot of patients, but her hands were used to touching strangers, he was sure. She had a gentle, but firm touch that soothed him. He was able to forget for a time that he was unable to move.

The nurse massaged his balls as she jacked him off, her face getting closer to his cock as she gazed at it intently. He could see from her eyes that she was getting really horny, her lids had dropped lower, and her pupils were getting huge. Her blue eyes were now almost black with pupil.

His lack of movement became an issue once more as he felt the first urges to cum tingle in his balls. He couldn't move his hips or in any way aid himself in cumming. Then he wondered if he should cum. It would probably freak her out, and certainly embarrass him. He felt like a teenaged boy with his first girl. Should he/shouldn't he?

Then he realized he might not have an option in this game. The nurse was still jacking him off but she was pumping him faster, as if she wanted him to cum. But maybe she had no idea he was close, she was getting none of the usual signals a lover might get; no heavier breathing, no moaning, no movement. He couldn't even make a vocal noise at all.

Helpless to stop himself Chinna felt his climax coming on. He tried to think of other things but his mind was blank, all he could think about was her hands on him, the warmth, the smooth feeling as her hands caressed him. It had been a long time since a woman had touched him and he was captivated by watching her cute face, so attentive, so compelled by what she was doing.

Then he began to shoot his load over his belly. His cock contracted and then spurted a gout of thick sperm onto his flat stomach. The viscous white fluid filled the hollow of his belly button as more jism erupted and the nurse, seemingly reflectively, continued her pumping.

Her face was shocked, her mouth opening in a surprised "Oh" as if she hadn't even thought something like this could happen. Still stroking him, her hand moved harder and faster as his jism shot out of his tip.

She moved her face closer, but out of the line of fire. She appeared fascinated by his cock's spasms as Chinna came all over himself.

His load was big, it always was, but this was big even for him. He had no idea how long he had been in this bed, but long enough that his body was producing more sperm. The bed rest and having a fluid diet might have helped.

More and more jism spilled out of him as the pretty nurse massaged his shaft and squeezed his knob. It seemed as though she wanted to find out exactly how much he would produce.

Having no control over himself meant this wasn't the best emotional orgasm he's ever had, but it did feel good, obviously. Chinna accepted it for what it was, watching her face as she stared at his big wet load.

When he finished cumming she looked at his cock as it softened, and the pool of sperm that gathered on his slowly rising and falling belly. She seemed entranced by his cum.

"Holy shit." She said again. She released her hold on him, placing his cock to one side, resting on his hip, then she took her gloved finger and put the tip in the pool of jizz. She measured the depth by putting her index finger in his belly button. It was an oddly intimate thing to do, and felt strange. She then pulled her finger back and they both saw that the glove was wet past the first knuckle.

That was a lot of semen.

Then a clatter of a passing cart of some sort broke the spell of the moment and the nurse quickly wiped his copious ejaculate off his belly with her damp cloth. She cleaned him all over his groin once more and then she gathered her things and left.

The whole event took less than ten minutes.

Chinna felt violated, embarrassed... and satisfied. Focusing on the latter he basked in the unexpected warmth of a post-ejaculation buzz. And soon sleep took him once more.

When next he awoke it was once more because he heard something.

Opening his eyes the thin slit he was able to, Chinna saw the nurse again. She was speaking quietly so he watched her mouth and listened as hard as he could.

"... so let's not have a repeat of last time, okay. I apologize. I don't know what came over me. Well... " She laughed "I suppose you did. And a lot of cum it was." She then pulled his sheets off and starting with his legs began to wash him. Chinna was still unable to move, and he could tell that since she was bathing him again that at least one day must have passed, but he guessed more.

The nurse was bathing him calmly, efficiently and professionally so he closed his eyes, relaxed and let his mind wander for a moment trying to remember what happened.

Chinna worked as a safety coordinator and he did a lot of traveling in his car, alone. Had he had an accident? The last memory he had was of eating in a diner... he thought maybe it had been breakfast. But that was all he had. Before that everything was normal, just his life, the routine of it, the solitude he had surrounded himself with. But after that meal all was blank until he had woken up and the nurse had been bathing him.

Her firm yet kind ministrations soothed him, like a massage, and he felt his fear and the stress of not knowing what was happening to him fade away.

The pretty nurse began to hum a soft tune and Chinna listened intently. He loved music, he listened to it a lot in his car and he liked the sound of her voice, quiet and sweet.

Chinna was a little surprised that he wasn't feeling much pain, just a dull aching sensation in his limbs where the casts were, and a low level but consistent headache. He wondered how long he had been here.

As the nurse hummed her song and bathed him Chinna began to watch her through his tiny portal into the rest of the world. Her face had a serenity that he found compelling to look at. She was utterly self-possessed and focused on her work, and looked beautiful for being so present.

Her eyes were bright and clear as she watched her own hands work. Her movements were graceful and efficient with few wasted gestures. She had to have been an athlete or dancer at some point. She pursed her lips in a slight kiss shape as she worked and it was endearing to see. Everything about her was appealing.

Chinna began to wonder what would happen when she reached his penis again. Would there be a repeat of last time? She had said there wouldn't be, and Chinna found himself torn as to what he wanted.

The Nurse cleaned his whole body, leaving his crotch for last. She had been so professional the whole time that he almost forgotten what had happened last time she's bathed him, but when she pulled down his boxer shorts and revealed his semi erect penis she stopped moving and stared at his member with rapt attention. Chinna could feel the tension in her, and when she glanced at his face he saw a wildness in her eyes he hadn't seen before.

"Oh boy, Mister. You have one hell of a cock." She whispered.

Gingerly she picked it up off his belly and used the warm wet cloth on him as she cleaned him. Her hands were slightly shaking as she worked on his shaft and she was breathing shallowly through her mouth.

The look on her face, a mix of apprehension and fascination, told him this bathing session was no longer in the realm of nurse and patient. She did clean him, thoroughly, but as she did so her hands massaged his manhood and brushed his skin in a more intimate way than she had exhibited at any other point of the process.

Chinna found himself responding to the different touch. His cock grew harder as she manipulated him, her fingers cool on his warming flesh. Then as he grew to full size she simply held his shaft in both hands, unmoving.

"Good lord. This is incredible." Hesitantly she stroked her two hands along his length. "You are making me so horny."

His nurse began to jack him off slowly, mesmerized by the movement of skin over muscle. Chinna felt rising humiliation at his helplessness. It wouldn't be nearly so bad if he could do anything at all other than witness his own sexual abuse, but she was so intrigued by his cock and so gentle with her hands that lust won out and he felt honest pleasure at her attention.

She was adorable. Just the type of woman he was most attracted too, but this situation was wrong. Mortifying, really. Her hands stroked him all over now, cupping his balls and stroking everywhere. She was clearly enjoying herself.

Then she lifted his shaft high, aiming his knob into the air and she looked down at it, pointed right at her face.

"This is crazy. What are you doing Rakul?" She darted a glance at the door, then back at his face, then she whispered, "Oh for fucks sake." And leaned over taking his knob into her mouth.

Chinna was stunned as her pretty pink lips stretched around his head, trying to fit as much into her mouth as she could. Just the bulbous knob fit, her mouth only just big enough to take his purple helmet into her face, and as she tried to get more in, she gagged and backed off.

"God." She whispered, using her hand to wipe away tears that leaked down her cheek. "You are a challenge, buddy." Taking a deep breath she willed herself to relax and then she bent over him once more taking his tip into her mouth, stretching her lips forward taking some of his shaft between them.

 

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She suckled him a little, letting saliva dribble along his skin, lubricating him. Her tongue danced along his skin tantalizingly sweet. Then she took more of him into her mouth opening her jaw wide to accept his girth. The warm wetness of her mouth felt wonderful on his cock. Chinna had only had a couple women willing to try and suck him and it felt great to be feeling it now.

Rakul, he now had a name for her, moved her mouth around his knob and jacked his shaft while he lay there helpless. After a few moments she managed to get few inch of his shaft into her mouth, he could feel his knob brushing against her teeth as her tongue swirled around his flesh. It felt amazing.

Tears trickled down her cheeks as she strained to get him further into her mouth , but she soldiered on trying to cram yet more of him between her lips.

Then she pulled back and gasped for air as her mouth was emptied of his huge cockhead.

"Wow! That was rough." She said. She wiped away her tears with one hand as she continued stroking his cock with the other. "Sorry big fella. I couldn't do it."

Rakul continued to jack him off and occasionally she would lean over and suck just the tip, or lick his pre-cum out of his urethra. Then when he began to feel an orgasm approaching in the distance, Rakul leaned way over and began to suck and lick his balls.

It felt amazing. Chinna had never had anyone do that before and it was intimate and arousing. His orgasm rushed closer, and once more he wished he could move in any way to make it feel better.

"Come on big boy. Give me the load. I have to taste it." Rakul whispered, her mouth pressed to his testicles, her breath warm on his skin.

She went back to lavishing his balls with love while she used both hands to work his huge cock. Then she began to run her mouth along his length, licking and kissing his shaft, paying close attention to the glans around the base of his head.

Chinna couldn't hold back, he had no muscular control, so the moment he felt the urge to cum he did. Rakul wasn't prepared for him, having no signals coming from Chinna, so the first jet of sperm shot straight up into the air and came back down on her face and his shaft.

She grunted and lifted her mouth up and over the tip of his knob as he fired the rest of his prodigious load right into her lapping mouth.

Over and over he spurted his jism into her face as she swallowed all that she could of him her tongue sliding around making him ache with pleasure. Chinna felt like his orgasm belonged to a different person. He couldn't even make noise as he came, but his body felt the thrill of climax, the intensity almost more than he could bear as her slippery tongue washed his knob and urged more and more sperm to rocket out of his member.

He was so sensitive that he wanted her to stop, his climax was over, but still she slurped on him, the burning pleasure in his cock unbearable.

Then finally she lifted her mouth from him and she breathed a huge sigh and wiped her mouth with the same hand that wiped her tears earlier.

Then she felt the sperm that had landed on her face. She laughed and looked right at Chinna. "You got me good with that one." She smiled and wiped his cum onto her hand and then licked it off. "But it was worth it. You tasted even better than I guessed. I love the taste cum." Then she glanced around and smirked, seeming glad she hadn't been heard speaking like that.

She kissed his knob and let his shaft lay back onto his belly. Then she covered him with a sheet and went to the bathroom. Chinna lay still, he had no choice, and listened to her running water in the bathroom and then pulling paper towel from a dispenser.

Chinna felt his heart rate slow and his cock shrink back to flaccid, and he was shocked to find he had really enjoyed what had happened. He felt cared for not violated. Perhaps it was Rakul's unmitigated pleasure in tasting him, but for whatever reason Chinna was happy to have been used by this seemingly sweet girl.

When she came back into his room she looked clean and freshly scrubbed. Her face pink and flushed from rubbing.

Rakul pulled back his sheet and used the cloth to finished bathing his manhood. Then she returned his underwear over him and tucked him back into his sheets.

"Thank you. I'm sorry you aren't here to enjoy it, but I had to know what you tasted like." She shook her head ruefully. "I don't know why, but you have really gotten under my skin, big guy."

Then the biggest shock of all, Rakul leaned down and kissed Chinna on the lips. It was quick, but the warm pressure of her mouth was the best thing to happen to him in years. Then before he knew it, she was gone.

As he reviewed the past few minutes in his mind he felt genuine affection for his special Nurse and as he drifted once more into sleep he anticipated the next time he might see her.

There were no dreams in the dark place her went when he slept, so time had no meaning. The next time he knew anything it could have been moments later as far as Chinna knew.

This time it was an older nurse for bathed him.

She too was shocked by his size. She bathed it but her face showed her discomfort and repulsion. He didn't get an erection.

He remained awake for a time, a slow churning panic at his lack of movement causing him to fight his body, attempting to lift a hand, wiggle a toe or anything to shatter this immobility.

All attempts failed.

Exhaustion pushed him back into the darkness and Chinna accepted it, resigned and sad.

Then Rakul returned.

"Hi big guy, did you miss me?"

Chinna had missed her.

"I missed you. I was thinking about you. I think about you a lot actually. And it isn't very nice. I want to take you home for my very own. My friends would never believe I want to kidnap a patient and have my very own fuck toy, but I think like that sometimes. Pretty awful huh? But this cock..."

Nurse Rakul pulled back the sheets and pulled down his shorts to reveal the member she spoke of.

"I did some research on you, Vasu. You seem to be a loner. No next of kin on file. Why? I try and imagine you awake. Who you would be? It's a blank slate so I'm flying blind."

Rakul bathed him but as she did so she murmured her quiet monologue and periodically stroked his cock lovingly.

"I suppose its stupid but I really want to know the man beyond the penis. What kind of life did you have? What kind of person are you? I'm hoping you are nice. I'd like it if you were a good person, but guys with big dicks are Big Dicks aren't they?"

Rakul finished bathing his body and began to focus on his member. "What I wouldn't give to fuck this thing. I doubt I actually could, but man it's tempting to try. I would cum like cray, I bet." There were no attempts to bath him yet. Rakul simply massaged and explored him as he grew hard under her soft pleasant hands.

Then before he was fully hard she bent over and took a few inches into her mouth. Her tongue tickled him and he felt himself respond as pleasure permeated his prick and made him crazy. Her warm mouth felt glorious, the swipes of her soft tongue invigorating.

Jolts of desire raced along his nerves and enlivened him. His cock grew to fullness and Rakul was forced to back off and use her lips to bath him as he no longer fit inside her warm mouth.

"God I love this.' She murmured as she suckled along the length of his shaft. Rakul was clearly enjoying herself, tasting his skin and caressing his meat. She didn't jack him off so his orgasm grew slowly and incrementally as she pleasured him and pleased herself.

The joy she took in his cock was something he had never experienced in such detail. It was all about her, his pleasure secondary, and for some reason this didn't bother Chinna like it might have before. He could see that giving a partner pleasure was a joyful experience.

Then his climax approached and he didn't fight it at all, he simply let go and wallowed in the sensations Rakul was gleefully giving him.

Somehow she sensed his orgasm this time and clamped her mouth over his knob as he sperm began to cascade out and over her tongue. The unbearable intimacy washed over him and he spilled himself into her happily.

Rakul swallowed all he had to give greedily, her mouth working over his knob and making him wild with abandon. For the first time Chinna felt total gratification as he climaxed into a woman.

Then it was over. Rakul swallowed and licked her lips as she stood up once more.

"Holy fuck that was great. I almost came just from tasting you." Her face looked concerned as she gazed back and forth between Chinna's face and his cock. "Are you in there? Can you hear me? I apologize if you don't like this. I can't help myself." She looked worried, and scared.

Rakul shook her head and cleaned him with a cloth, far less kindly than usual. She seemed guilty and unhappy.

When she left he didn't fall asleep right away. It made him sad that she was tormented by this situation. If he could Chinna would try and reassure her that he enjoyed it and that he was now a willing participant. This was the only time he rose up out of the fog of whatever was going on with him medically. Rakul had become his only connection with the outside world.

He needed her.

The next three times he woke it was the older nurse taking care of him. Her evident repulsion of his penis didn't stop her from cleaning him but it was perfunctory, and clearly distasteful to her. Chinna longed for Rakul simply so he didn't feel so humiliated by his predicament.

Each time he woke it was while being washed but he lingered awake for longer and longer. Far from making him happy these periods of wakeful paralysis were torture. The more he tried to move the more frightened he grew as his body resisted his efforts.

Desperately he wanted to move. He would never take his mobility for granted if he ever regained it. Any tiny wiggle would bring him joy at this point. Over and over he struggled because the utter stillness was terrible distracting. He felt aches and itches and a desperate desire deep in the fibres of his musculature to move.

Each terrible period of wakefulness ended with him drifting helplessly into the dark void of unconsciousness no more able to move than before.

The fourth day he woke on his own. No-one there and no apparent sound having disturbed him. He opened his eyes and then blinked and held them wide open with shock.

His eyes had opened all the way.

Looking around he discovered that he could see the room fully. He was still unable to move his head or any other part, but his eyes opened fully and he wept with joy. Something was different. The mere ability to open and close his lids at will felt like the ability to dance it was so glorious.

Chinna fluttered his eyelids in a show of exuberance. Fully manipulating the only motion available to him he mentally leaped for joy like a free man tasting the wind.

Soon that tiny movement paled and lost its lustre. Chinna was still ebullient, but now he merely gazed around himself and looked at his body as best he could. It looked like he was all there and the pain was less, but he could feel where his legs and arm were broken. His skull ached along the back but it wasn't excruciating.

He was healing.

For a long time-an hour?- he struggled to move any other part of himself but he failed to add to the glory of moving his eyelids and soon he grew tired and drifted to sleep once more.

When next he woke it was dark and for a moment he thought he had lost his ability to open his eyes. Then he heard sounds and realized his eyes were open but that the room had no light. He saw movement at the foot of his bed.

Rakul.

She was there, dressed in a t-shirt and skirt, her hair hanging rather than gathered in a ponytail. He quickly lowered his eyelids not wanting her to know he could move them just yet. His curiosity and immediate sense something furtive in her demeanor made him choose to match her behaviour and not let her know he was awake.

Rakul stood at the foot of the bed looking at him but saying and doing nothing.

Then she sighed such a sigh it hurt his heart. It sounded like she might weep.

"I'm better than this y'know?" she said, not quite a whisper but very soft. "I'm better than a rapist." And then she did sob. Just a small sound but it was loud in the silent room.

"I want to believe that you enjoy this... That you enjoy what I do to you. If I thought you didn't I would hate myself even more. I don't know why but I feel like you are with me and that you like what I do. Is that just my head? Is that a lie?"

Chinna would have given anything to speak to her and tell her that yes, he loved it. Should he show her his eyes, his awareness? Right now he felt that she would run that she might never come back. More than anything he wished his arms could hold the shaking woman at the foot of his bed. But he couldn't.

Rakul moved to the bedside where she worked as she bathed him. One hand stroked his cheek while the other rested on his flaccid bugle protruding from his body, obvious in its size.

"I can't help myself. Your cock is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I can't stop thinking about it, about you. Who you might be. What it would be like to be with you. With this."

Leaning down Rakul reverently placed her cheek on his cock, letting the weight of her head press down on him exciting his flesh. Facing him Rakul said "I've never much cared about size, but I suppose I've never needed to. All my lovers have been about the same size I guess. At least there wasn't enough difference to matter. But I cannot not stop thinking about what it would be like to take all of this in. What would it be like to be so completely filled?"

There were no more tears on her face. Rakul's eyes were unfocused, his eyes were slitted so tightly that all he could make out now was the outline of her head. The movement as she spoke made her jaw caress his cock and the intimacy of the moment was getting him hard.

Rakul rubbed her face along his length. "Oh god. It's getting hard."

Slowly the hand on his cheek slid down to the blanket and peeled it inexorably down his body to expose him. Rakul rose up and brought the sheets down past his knees. The gown he wore was light and she lifted it off him exposing his shorts. Rakul peeled these down and his erect cock flopped out onto his belly huge in its fullness.

A slow gasp of lust came from Rakul and her hand found his rod and lifted it up to her lowering mouth. Rakul licked and suckled his knob getting it wet as she worshiped him with aching sweetness. Long delicious moments passed as Chinna felt waves of pleasure washing over him with each delightful way that Rakul used her mouth on his cock. Her tongue explored every inch of his huge shaft, bulbous knob and heavy balls.

He was in ecstasy.

Then abruptly Rakul stopped and lifted herself away from him. Groaning she began to pull off her clothes. Stripping she bared herself to Chinna's surreptitious gaze. He opened his eyes as wide as he dared as Rakul reveled her body to his eagerly peeping eyes.

Rakul's breasts were beautiful; the perfect size to be held by his hands, and Chinna felt a throb in his cock as her globes moved with her struggles to remove her skirt.

When she had her skirt and panties off he saw the little strip of hair she left on her otherwise bald pussy. This exposure of her beautiful vulva made his boner twitch. He felt it move and it drew both their eyes when it did.

"Did you just move?" she whispered. He quickly let his eyes fall shut as she moved in to peer at his face. Instinctively he flared his nostrils a tiny bit and there was a response. A tiny widening of his nostrils and he tried to sniff, her scent filling his nose. Then he tried as hard as he could to twitch his cock once more.

Hoping she would think he was responding to her smell he tried mightily to twitch his cock but he failed.

"I must have imagined it." she murmured and he felt her hand take hold of his pole and stoke his length with her warm touch.

"I want this inside me so badly I guess I imagined it moving for me."

Chinna felt the bed shift as she climbed on and once more he opened his eyes a fraction to watch her straddle him. Daring to open them further he took in her body from the chin down. That was all he could see and hope that she wouldn't notice his eyes glint in the minimal light.

Glorying in her nubile body Chinna tried to take in every detail.

Her hair was long and straight, far longer than he would have suspected given how she held it up usually. The long, dusty-blonde hair brushed her sides and glanced across her breasts as she placed her hips over his and aimed her sex at his. Her arms were lean and fine boned. Leaning one hand on his chest she grasped his cock with the other and maneuvered his knob between her slippery warm lips.

As her pussy kissed his knob Chinna felt a pang of lust stab along his cock and up into his chest. Every fibre of his being wished to participate in this glorious sexual experience. Rakul was by far the cutest woman he had ever been with.

Wriggling her hips sexily Rakul lubed up Chinna's knob with her juices and presumably warmed herself up to his size. Chinna felt anxiety. No woman as small as Rakul had ever been able to take his cock. Each time it ended in frustration and discomfort. For both of them.

In actual fact Chinna had only ever had what he considered successful normal sex with three different women. These were his only lovers to be able to actually accommodate his manhood enough to allow for rhythmic movement. Some got him in but couldn't take it when either of them started pumping.

Rakul was fairly petite.

Taking her time Rakul ground down on him, her pussy stretching around his huge knob.

"Phewf. That's a lot of cock." She gasped. "Good thing this feels great or I might give up." He could hear the humour in her voice and smiled inwardly, his face a slack mask.

The tingling pleasure in his tip teased him with her wet heat as Rakul swirled her hips and worked him between her slippery lips. Bit by bit he felt more of himself pass into her until the pressure became uncomfortable on his spongy head.

Rakul was gasping and panting while wedging more of him into herself. If it hurt him, Chinna wondered how bad it was for her. Rakul paused and rested her head on his chest. Speaking into his skin, her breath warm she said "This isn't quite how I fantasized it."

Chinna wished he could put his arms around her and give her some comfort.

From where she slumped on him Rakul began to press herself back onto him once more, cramming him inside her body. The smooth slide of her pussy over him was still pleasant even though her grip on him was too tight.

Then Rakul sat up and squatted, her hands on her knees her body aiming straight down onto him. Then she hopped a little and he felt himself pop past her tight outer ring and sink into her more pliable depths. She whimpered and hissed as he stabbed into her. Then she put both hands down on his shoulders and did a bunch of quick breaths like a woman giving birth.

"Holy fucking shit balls that hurt!" she gritted between clenched teeth.

Her hair cascaded down over his face and he looked up at her clenched expression. Being hidden in the forest of her hair Chinna ached to kiss this wonderful woman who so badly wanted to make love to him.

Feeling her trembling where his knob lay nestled just inside her warm grip Chinna looked down at her breast hanging before him and a warm glow bloomed in his chest.

 

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Then Rakul began to move. With tiny rocking motions she eased back and forth over him taking the first inch of his shaft deeper into her molten depths. Chinna had never experienced such heat. And Rakul was incredibly wet. He was slipping deeper into her as she thrust down over him grunting with effort.

Rakul looked exquisite as she undulated her body trying to worm his huge wang deeper into her steamy slit. It was the most erotic sight Chinna had ever seen. This is what pornography should look like, a woman eager for her pleasure doing everything she could to find fulfillment. That was powerfully erotic. To be the object of her lust was more than Chinna could process.

Then Rakul stopped and once more rested on Chinna chest, her ass high in the air, awkward with only two inches of him squeezed inside her tight pussy.

"Oh big guy you are really working me over. Man. I'm out of shape or something." Her face nuzzled his neck, her breath tickling him and making him want to weep. He hadn't ever felt so tenderly toward a person his whole adult life.

"Gawd. I'm stretched so far it burns. Like I'm about to split open. But I fucking love it. you feel great. But I should have warmed up or something. I should have bought a dildo. It's been too long. Would you believe a year since I had sex? What an idiot. Karen says I have intimacy issues. No shit Sherlock." Rakul giggled into his neck and he suddenly wondered if she were dunk or something.

She moved her head and he let his eyes shut as her face moved in front of his.

"You know what? I don't give a shit. I'm fucking horny and lonely and I want to feel the touch of a human fucking being. I just don't want any bullshit. You got that mister." She giggled again. "Don't Gimmie none o' your backtalk." Rakul leaned back and settled over him pressing down onto his pole once more.

"Oh god get in me you fuck." Rakul shoved down hard and another inch or so slid into her as she moaned deep in her throat. "Cooooommmme ooonnnn." She pressed hard again and another inch wedged deeper.

Through the slit in his eyes Chinna watched as his cock bent making it strain and begin to hurt. Rakul noticed too and lifted her weight off without losing any ground she'd gained.

"Sorry baby. I'm getting frustrated. I hope that didn't hurt too much. But look, almost half way."

Indeed he was half way stuffed inside her. The lips of her pussy were stretched tight around his girth, the skin thin and barely visible in this uncertain light. Her tight belly was heaving with the strain she was under and he felt little drops of sweat fall on his chest from her brow.

"Let's be more careful shall we?" Rakul reached back behind herself and grasped his shaft, bracing him as she plunged down onto it. This time she didn't jump or buck too hard, she mostly released her legs and pressed her weight down over him. This worked well and she must have been opening up inside because the next two inches slid in rather easily compared to before.

Now she had a normal length off penis inside her and three more inches to go. It would have been easy if he weren't almost twice as wide as an average cock. Her poor pussy was stretched very wide. Her vagina had to stretch a long way around him, so depth was running short.

"I'm just gonna enjoy this for a bit." she whispered and began to move up and down over his top half, fucking herself with him slowly.

Still reaching back she gripped him in her hand with one knee and one foot on the bed she plunged up and down over his knob and first two thirds of his cock. Reaching down Rakul began to rub her clit as she drove herself down onto his rigid member.

For Chinna the feeling was delightful. Rakul's pussy was starting to relax and she was getting even wetter, her juices warm and sweet on his hard flesh. It was unbelievable how intense his pleasure could be when he could do nothing to increase or decrease sensation. Completely at her mercy Chinna watched as Rakul rode him and brought herself to a powerful looking climax.

Whimpering she bucked and shuddered over him as powerful contractions made her tremble. Inside, her tight pussy clamped down over him again and again as her orgasm went on and on.

Chinna was close to cumming himself when she at last sighed and slid down onto him deeper than ever before. Nearly all his enormous cock pressed into her suddenly yielding flesh. Then Rakul gasped as her body felt how far he had entered her and she clenched once more and juddered with yet another even more powerful looking climax.

The quaking of her body as she mewled her extremity tipped him over the edge and Chinna helplessly unloaded his sperm deep inside Rakul's trembling body.

"Oh fuuuuuuck." She strained through a tight, airless throat.

Rakul clenched in one long, tense arch. It looked like her spine was going to curl all the way back as she vibrated with delight while her climax went into overdrive. It looked as if she too were helpless. The intensity of her climax appeared to be more than she could bear.

With breasts thrust out toward him Rakul sat on his cock unmoving as spurt after spurt of his jism pumped into her clenched cunt. Chinna couldn't take his eyes off her as his orgasm splashed out of him. And he could do nothing to stop or prolong it.

Then she gasped in a deep lungful of air and squeezed down onto him again, her body looking tortured by its pleasure. Desperate to be included in this scene of exquisite pleasure Chinna bent all his will toward moving and he felt his cock throb and then twitch deep inside Rakul.

Panting "Oh. Oh. Oh." she felt him move inside her deepest recesses. She slid down father onto him and grunted adorably, deep in her throat, as even more of his mammoth member eased into her shivering insides.

One last spurt of cum and he managed to twitch his cock spilling all he had into this gorgeous woman astride him.

Rakul writhed atop him, curling forward into herself, giving herself a hug as her climax continued to torment her blissfully. As Chinna gazed at her with his wide open eyes Rakul shuddered and her hips bucked once, twice then a third time and she abruptly lifted off of him releasing him from the tight confines of her sex.

A torrent of sperm followed and spilled down over his cock as it slapped wetly onto his belly. Rakul flopped beside him and, still quaking from the power of her orgasms, she curled beside him and quivered from head to toe.

Basking in the glow of post orgasmic bliss Chinna cherished the warmth of her body, her soft skin pressed to his, the tremors of her muscles palpable where she pressed against him. Rakul nuzzled his neck and kissed him as if he were a normal lover. Her hands stroked his chest hair and a thigh lifted and rested across his own legs. This was pure intimacy.

Soon his heart stopped beating as hard and he felt her body soften and relax her overwhelming climax at last releasing her from her punishing rapture.

Rakul's hand roamed southward and she found his cock and the mess that drizzled over it and his belly.

"Oops. I made a bit of a mess." She announced and scrambled down the bed. Her hand lifted his prick and she began to bath him with her mouth lapping up all the spilled jism staining his crotch.

Watching intently Chinna devoured the sight of Rakul on all fours cleaning him with her mouth. His cock grew hard once again and soon Rakul was blowing him as best she could, all the sperm guzzled and slurped from his skin.

Clearly enjoying herself she ran her lips and tongue all over his tool, letting it caress her soft cheeks. One hand found her pussy and began to play with her clit. Chinna could just make out the back of her fingers where they wriggled between her thighs.

After a few moments of this she broke off sucking him and clambered astride him once more. Rakul carefully inserted him into her pussy and eased down slowly, wincing as she impaled herself on him. Then when she bottomed out with well over an inch of him left she began to rise and fall on his pole.

Chinna had cum less than five minutes ago but this was such an erotically charged moment for him, Rakul looking captivating as she pleased herself with his cock, that in moments he felt his balls tingling with the need to release.

Rakul fucked herself with his prick trying once more to take him all. But she was worked up as well and Rakul began to climax after a few moments, her face screwed up in a lovely mask of passion.

Watching her cum pushed Chinna over the brink and his orgasm erupted inside her yet again. As his sperm filled her Rakul once again clenched and juddered to a stop, her bucking interrupted by the intensity of her climax. The tension in her body looked painful as she squeezed him, milking him for every drop of jizz.

Chinna wanted to move, he needed to remove his penis from the vice of her vagina. He was too sensitive. This felt too amazing; it was as if his brain was short circuiting. Intense bolts of pure delight shot down his cock and right up his spine electrifying his brain.

Rakul released and lifted off him a fraction, then plunged down once more, and they both grunted with renewed euphoria. It was when his body released from that spasm of pleasure a moment later that Chinna realized he had made a sound.

A sound.

Rakul lifted once more and plunged down again and Chinna arched up, his spine enervated with powerful shocks of utter rapture. Tingles raced along ever nerve and Chinna felt his muscles twitching and coming to life all over his body as his climax exploded along his nervous system.

Oblivious Rakul continued fucking him over and over, her own orgasm impelling her to pull every available sperm from the cock that was making her feel this good.

Chinna felt his feet curl inward, the tingle in the soles of his feet a goad to move them. His fingers curled into a fist, his extremity of pleasure driving him to movement. He began to grunt in time with each throbbing pulse of his orgasm which squeezed his entire frame in a vice of delight.

His neck arched back and his mouth fell open. A small sound, a sigh of need, hoarse and ragged slipped out from his throat. In her own throes of passion Rakul didn't notice his movement. She continued prolonging her orgasm by driving herself down over his pole.

Chinna began to move his hips as need impelled him to withdraw his achingly sensitive member from her ever milking sex. Where his knob was wedged against her cervix Chinna felt her body kissing him and sending jolts of ecstasy along his nervous system.

Hands left weak and shaky from lack of use lifted to her thighs and Chinna tried to get Rakul's attention as she humped up and down. Feather light touches brushed the smooth skin of her thighs and Chinna tried to grip the moving woman's flesh and make her aware of his alertness.

Then, something that had never happened to him before, Chinna had a second climax while his body was still trying to recover and process the last one. Once more he felt his contraction in every limb and every cell in his being urged him to spill more seed into this amazing beautiful woman.

This climax lifted him off the bed as he drove himself deep into Rakul. The last inch of his cock pressed deep into her and Rakul moaned as she continued to cum. She fell down onto his chest and hugged him, clinging with every limb to his now shuddering body. His hands reached farther and wrapped around her back holding her feebly as the two lovers shuddered together in mutual bliss.

She gasped into his neck and Chinna moaned up at the ceiling his neck stretched long and back. A long sustained eternity elapsed as the two of them clung to each other while nature strove to mingle their bodies as one.

Then Chinna finished his endless climax and the tension left him at last. His cock relaxed, no longer contracting and squeezing his jism out. Rakul panted on his chest, sweat making her slippery. Chinna clung to her, needing her to remain right where she was as he regained his body after so long trapped in stillness. Movement stimulated him too much, it was overwhelming after so long.

Chinna knew the instant Rakul realized he was no longer paralysed. Her body tensed and jolted and she sat up to look down at him, his cock still wedged deep inside her slippery warm pussy.

"Hi." Chinna whispered in his hoarse voice.

"Holy shit!" Rakul looked stricken.

Scrambling off of him she guiltily sought a way out of her embarrassing situation. It was in vain. Her body was uncoordinated from countless orgasms and she fell off the bed in a tangle of limbs making far too much noise, something metal clanging across the floor announcing her presence.

Chinna sat up weakly and looked over at her sprawled on the floor in a tangle of limbs, panic written on her face in huge cartoon features.

Chinna whispered "Get under the bed." and he flopped down onto the floor she quickly vacated for refuge under his bed.

Pushing her clothed after her he pulled down the sheet and hid her from view, her wide eyes searching his face for danger.

Chinna was shaky and fragile but he tried to get back up, as he would have if it had been he who had fallen from the bed. When the night nurse entered his room she saw a man trying desperately to raise himself from the floor.

Every question he'd been wanting to ask since he found himself in this room began to pour out as the nurse fretted and attempted to get him back in bed.

"Where am I? How did I get here? What's wrong with my body?"

"Mr. Vasu it's alright. You've had an accident. You have some injuries and you need to stay in bed, okay." It took some effort but Chinna was able to help the nurse get him back into bed. The tussled sheets were placed back over him and the nurse offered him some water which he was grateful for, the first fluid to pass his lips in some time.

Once she had him settled in the nurse said "I'm going to call the doctor on duty to come look at you. Here is a glass of water. Try not to move too much you have some broken bones. I'll be back in a moment, okay?"

She hurried out and Chinna said "You can come out."

Rakul popped out from beneath the bed clutching her clothes to her naked body. The expression on her face was priceless, but Chinna was too empathetic to laugh. The mix of emotions; mortification, fear, guilt and pleasure that Chinna was awake mingled and flashed across her mobile features as she tried to find words to express what she felt.

"I'm not mad. He whispered. "I was aware the whole time. You brought me back to my body."

"What?" she seemed stunned.

"You'd better leave, but come see me tomorrow." He grated through his crusty vocal cords.

Rakul nodded, a head twitch of agreement, and she began to dress quickly, her dexterity returned. When she was dressed she moved away from the bed to the door glancing at him, still assessing his mood. Then she darted back and kissed him.

'Thank you. I'm glad you're awake."

Then she darted out.

Chinna pondered what had just happened and when the doctor entered with the night nurse Chinna was smiling to himself, overjoyed to be once more in control of his body, broken though it was.

Once the doctor finished asking Chinna a long series of questions all relating to memory and what Chinna could feel Chinna realized he was all there. His mind was intact save that little blank time when he was fully in a coma.

When the doctor was sure Chinna was not in any immediate danger he left and Chinna was allowed to revel in possession of his body once more. Doing simple things like touching is own face or wiggling his toes were now marvels that hadn't seem so fascinating since childhood.

The excitement and activities caught up to him and he drifted to sleep once more, images of Rakul dancing behind his eyes.

It was Rakul herself who brought him breakfast in the morning.

Chinna had awoken with the sunlight streaming in his window and hunger in is belly. He stretched and tried to test his body, finding it familiar and responsive, if sore and somewhat broken.

When he heard her enter Chinna saw Rakul hesitating by the door a tray of food in her hands.

"Good morning." She offered, her face white with fear.

"Good morning." He answered. Then they stared at each other for a time. Eventually Rakul brought him the food and helped him sit up to eat.

"I'm not mad. Please stop looking at me like I'm going to throw something at you."

"I am just so embarrassed. I can't believe I did that. It was terrible. I deserve to be in jail." She began to cry silently, tears leaking from her eyes, but her face immobile, not giving in to her shame.

"Look, I was awake a lot of the time. I couldn't move but I was here and I heard what you said and know how you felt. If I had been awake I might not have let you touch me, but I'm glad you did. I enjoyed it very much. I like you. I like how you cared for me and how much pleasure you took in me."

Each sentence impacted her visibly. His words affecting her in many ways. The more he spoke the more Chinna had to say.

"You brought me back. It was the orgasms that freed me. I could feel sensation growing in my as I came. If not for that I don't know how long it would have taken me to regain my body. I owe you for that. "

"Really?" hoped sparked to life in her eyes as she looked at him.

"It was the best therapy I could have had." He grinned.

"You don't feel violated?"

"No. Not after the first time. I'm grateful."

They sat looking at each other for a moment. Then Chinna spoke. "I don't know if I was awake for every time, but every time I was I loved it. You are a wonderful lover. You brought me great pleasure."

"Oh god. I am so embarrassed. I have never done anything like that before."

"Okay, I believe you." He reached out and took her hand. "I was there. I heard you struggling with yourself. You were right. I was happy. I wanted it, you sensed correctly. That wasn't a violation."

Relief overtook her composure and Rakul sobbed and dropped her head into her hands. Chinna reached out and began to stroke her soft blonde hair, happy to be able to touch her at of his own volition.

Finally Rakul had to return to work. Wiping her face she struggled to be professional.

"I'll be back later to look in on you. May I visit you after I'm off shift, to talk about this?"

"Yes. I look forward to it. "

They did talk. The conversation quickly shifted into getting to know each other. It was like a weird backward dating situation. They already had the intimacy, now they needed the background. Rakul shared her life of small town boredom and Chinna spoke of his loneliness. They had a lot in common, and a lot of disparate interests but by the time she left to go eat supper the two of them were giggling and flirting like kids.

Chinna felt more at ease with Rakul than any woman in his life. She wanted to know him, the man, not the owner of the cock. His heart was light and his mood joyous as he realized he might be able to love this woman. And strangely she seemed interested in loving him.

Drifting down into sleep that night Chinna considered what a life of love might be like after so long alone. The prospect was seductive and he hoped that he wouldn't regret it, but it was far better than the alternative.

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#Rukshar Dhillon

 

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I am Rukshar. I married Praveen, who was from Bengaluru, and it was an arranged marriage. I have completed my degree in Commerce.I moved to my in-law house at Bengaluru, after marriage. I had a great start to my married life with a lovely husband and in-laws. Praveen was a very smart-looking guy and was working in Saudi. He had taken 3 months of leave from work for marriage.

After marriage, Praveen and I enjoyed a two weeks of honeymoon in Bali. I was a cute innocent girl and a virgin. Praveen was a sweetheart who took utmost care of me in this new city Bengaluru. We had sex almost every day. The very first time when Praveen came onto me, I was scared after seeing the hymen blood. The second time I started enjoying the sex. Praveen went 4 rounds with erection gaps filled by foreplay.

I quite enjoyed sex and started thinking of many boys dying to have sex with me during my college days. Few guys have messaged me even after marriage, directly texting to want to have sex with me. I had blocked them all without a second thought.

Praveen was a horny guy who banged me in many different positions and many different wildest sexual practices. Before leaving for Saudi, he promised to take me to Saudi after a few months.

I continued taking care of my in-laws. There was hardly much work with maids taking care of the majority of household chores. I started keeping myself busy with games and web series. I started badly missing the wild sexual stuff Praveen has shown me. I sometimes thought of messaging the boys who had proposed to me during my college days. But I never dared to cheat my loving husband.

I controlled my sexual hunger and was satisfied by hot video calls with Praveen. As days passed, I felt that Praveen’s interest in me dwindled, and he started to get busy. I started watching porn and self-pleasured myself. My in-laws had to go to their daughter’s house in Kerala. I could not accompany them because they were going to resolve a family issue. I was left alone in Bangalore.

I came across ansex online chat. My empty head was provoked, and I messaged Madhan on telegram. We chatted for two days. I kind of believed him in privacy and anonymity because of his experience. His formula of fun with no strings and emotional connection was great.

He even told me how deftly he managed another string where the deal was no chatting on **censored** WhatsApp. Not to be friends on social media, and speak once 15 days or a month on agreed-upon mutual consent. I felt the formula was very apt to satisfy my sexual depravity. On the third day, we decided to meet. I shared the location of the nearby bus stand, which was around 200 meters from my home. I was waiting for Madhan at the bus stand at 7 in the evening.

Heavy rain started pouring. Madhan reached the bus stand in a cab. The bus stand was desolated, with only another aged lady sitting on the wooden seat. He walked into the bus stand shelter and stood next to me. I had informed him before not to speak anything.

The heavy chilling wind, pouring rain, and a handsome 6 ft tall Madhan standing a foot away from me swept me to the heavens. I had my excitement escalate, and my body was quivering. The moment Madhan’s razor-sharp eyes met mine, my stomach flipped with butterflies flying. I could not wait any longer. I started walking briskly to my home in the pouring rain.

Madhan followed me a few steps behind. I kept looking back to ensure he was following. I reached home and opened the front gate. I left the gate open for him to enter. The street we stayed in was silent, with all the residents locked inside the home. I unlocked the main door and turned to find Madhan waiting a few feet away from the open gate. I gave a mischievous smile and walked inside the home. I waited on the steps of my duplex house leading to the first floor. The moment Madhan entered the gate, I started to climb the steps slowly.

He looked all around and walked into the house. I signaled him to close the main door, which he did. I walked to the master bedroom and stood. I was wildly excited and was breathing heavily.

I was wearing a transparent saree, and I was completely drenched from the rain. I was feeling too shy and stood facing back to the entrance of the room. The mat of the bedroom became wet from the water dripping from my body.

I could hear the echo of the footsteps of Madhan walking towards me. He stood right behind me, and I felt breathless. The scene was very quiet with only our heavy breaths. Madhan’s cold hand brushed from my palm to my shoulder

.

The moment his hand touched my skin, I had goosebumps, and my body hairs erect instantly. There was a mirror in front of me. He locked his eyes onto mine through the mirror. I saw that he was drenched fully, and his eyes scanned me from head to toe.

He then closed his eyes, signaling me that he can’t wait. He pushed my hair to the front. He daringly ran his finger over the bare back of the deeply tear-cut blouse with a single string knot. A shiver ran through my body. I closed my eyes and waited for him to continue his tease.

I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. His lips just grazed, giving a peck of kiss just below the top string of the blouse. I uttered ‘Ahhh’ unstoppably the moment his soft lips touched my back. He then waited for a few seconds with no action.

He then moved his strong warm hand over my wet tummy and pulled my body onto his body. He pulled my tummy till my sticky wet back was forced onto his wet pants. My ass could feel his huge erection in his pants which he adjusted between my ass.

He slowly started kissing my back. He then wildly kissed all of my back. I started to moan with huge ‘Ahhs.’ I pushed my ass further on his thick dick. His hands moved from the tummy to the inside of my saree. I was wet the moment his lips grazed my back.

He pushed his hand inside my saree and was reaching for my panty. He pushed his hand inside my panty and reached for the pussy hole. He pushed the saree on the shoulder to the floor and continued sucking my shoulders. His hand rubbed on the wet pussy lips and pushed my ass further deep into his hard shaft.

He undid the single thread of the blouse with the other hand. His hands continued caressing my pussy. I was moaning louder now. I could see myself in the mirror with the hands of Madhan inside my panty.

He pulled out his hand from my panty, which was soaked with my cum. He swung me to face him and took his cum filled finger in his mouth, gazing right into my eyes. My boobs and nipples were pushing through the tight wet cream-colored blouse.

He then pushed me to the nearest wall. His lips came close to me. His fingers ran into my wet hair and his breath just over my face. I closed my eyes, his lips touched mine, and he was waiting. I could not control it and started sucking his lips wildly.

I forced my tongue inside his mouth, which he sucked wildly. His hands are clasped against my hands. We kissed each other for a very long time. He then moved to kiss my neck then moved towards the low-cut cleavage, nibbling the visible skin of milky white boobs.

He made me stand with my hands lifted and started sucking underarms over the blouse. My husband never did this. I was moaning louder. I had mixed feelings ‘to push him away and to push him to suck my pussy’. I was moaning much louder.

He then moved his lips to my tummy and sucked all around the tummy with his hands holding my hips firm. He hugged me with his face pushing on the soft, slim tummy. He then sucked and played with my belly button. I had reached the climax and felt that I was about to cum. I shouted and cum inside the panty. This was too fast.

He then moved his lips to my slim tummy area and sucked all around the tummy with his hands holding my hips firm. He hugged me with his face pushing on the soft, slim tummy. He then sucked and played with my belly button.

I had reached the climax and felt that I was about to cum. I shouted, moaning ‘Ahh’ and cum inside the panty. This was too fast. The instant my body shuddered while reaching climax, my hands grabbed his hair tightly.

I pulled his hair hard with my pussy relieving the cum. When I opened my tightly closed eyes, Madhan’s eyebrow rose to ask me whether I had a blast. I gave the nod, and a shy smile crossed my lips unavoidably.