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#Priyanka Mohan

Priyanka Mohan woke up from her slumber in the middle of the night. Her bus had halted due to some engine failure issues. She opened her eyes and saw the clamor inside the bus. All the travellers were anxious and worried as the bus had come to a spot on a lonely, secluded spot in the middle of a forest. Priyanka, 21 years old was travelling all by herself to Nagaland from her hometown. She was going back to her university and even while driving back she was constantly worried about the exams which were just round the corner. She hadn't studied but her subject- Agriculture, she loved and hence she was quite confident that she'll manage scoring decent marks.

Priyanka was belonging to a lower-middle class family. Studies were very important, so much that of she didn't score well enough she might be married off to some worthless fool for a husband. Her parents, although liberal had some strict restrictions on her lifestyle. She wasn't allowed to date a boy and was to only focus on her studies.

Priyanka felt uneasy sitting on her seat. She had to go pee urgently. 'Where the hell must I go now. Bloody forest everywhere', she thought to herself. This uneasiness fueled by the constant shouting and cursing of her fellow passengers forced her to get off the bus and into the forest. She ventured a few metres inside until she found a well hidden isolated spot to pee. She sat down and looked around her, it was beginning to get dark. The sun had already set, and the blue in the sky was the only thing that partitioned the twillight. She looked up and saw the crescent moon, which had now become the main source of light. 'Light', she thought, 'where's my phone. Are yaar, I must have left it on the bus. Anyway I'll get it soon. I need to text back the details of this drama to mum.' She said to herself.

After cleaning up with a tissue paper she headed back towards her bus. The creeping darkness was making it difficult to tread through the thick bushes and horny branches. She pricked her feet as she hurried back towards the road.

The bus was gone, without a trace. She looked around but saw nothing. It was clear for miles. 'Oh my god! Where the hell did it go. I didn't even hear it leave! Fuck, fuck, fuck', she started checking her pockets but she was their in only a thin Salwaar-Kurta and her purse and all her belongings were on the bus. She gulped, she knew that she was stranded. Her mind racing faster than her heartbeat. Her family, the exams, her career and her life were flashing in front of her eyes like a black and white projector film. Surely this was the last straw for her parents too. They'd had enough of her now. But first she had to be found.

Alone she walked in the dark night. Feeling cold, she wrapped her hands around her chest. She walked. A few minutes passed, she looked at her watch, still no sign of the bus or any other human being. There was still a small beacon of hope in her mind that the bus which she forgot to board might come from behind any second. But it did not happen. She continued walking, looking around frantically for signs of human life. She had nothing on her that could help her. The road led straight for miles surrounded by thick jungle on both sides. She soon knew she was stranded. But she didn't stop walking, surely there will come someone through this route. But when an hour passed, she started to question this hopeful reverie of hers.

Almost three hours had passed, no sign of any human. She started to have queer thoughts of being abducted by regional 'dakus' or bandits who were known to frequent these routes. 'What if I'm kidnapped and held for ransom or worse, assaulted?' Thoughts such as these had crept into her conscience as she continued walking alongside the straight path. She heard a crow cawing in a distance accompanied by the houls of a monkey tribe. She truly was stuck right in the middle of a jungle.

Bribed by these dangerous thoughts, her mind started to wander off towards home and the reaction of her parents when they shall find out what had happened to their daughter. She brought her hand in front of her face so that she could see the time with the help of moonlight. Suddenly she saw in her watch, a possible reflection of a light beam. She turned around and saw a truck coming straight towards her. She was ecstatic 'finally rescued', she thought. She placed her hand above her eyes to look closely and indeed it was a vehicle coming towards her, a truck possibly.

As it neared her, she raised her hand. The truck stopped beside her. An almost fifty year old man, wearing nothing but a vest and boxers peeked down at her.

"Why are you here all alone?" He asked.

"Oh I got off my bus for a minute and they left without me. Could you please drive me to the nearest railway station? I really need a lift right now."

"That's okay but for how long have you been walking in this cold? And where's your luggage", he quizzed her further.

"I've been walking alongside this road for over three hours. My luggage is still on the bus. I need to get back to my university. Could you give me a ride, please." She begged. Priyanka looked at the interior of the truck. It was all colorful. The driver seemed to be travelling alone as their was no passenger beside him.

"Of course bitiya. Come in." He said. "I myself am driving towards Kohima, I've got furniture to deliver. I can give you a ride, but it will take us four days to reach there."

"I know. But could you please drop me to the nearest bus station, I'll catch a bus myself." Priyanka stated with some nervousness. It was really cold outside, she just wanted to get inside the vehicle as soon as possible.

"Beti, you've been walking for three hours, all the buses have left by now. Also, you don't seem to have a purse, how will you get the money to buy a ticket. You don't even have a phone."

He was right. She had no money with her and her phone was on the bus. She couldn't do anything but travel with him. Four days was a long time to be with a stranger but given the circumstances she had no other option, she had to get on the truck.

She accepted his offer and got on the truck, not by herself, obviously. The driver held her hand and made her climb to the seat beside his. "Thank you!" She said. Priyanka noted that he was quite old, possibly fifty or even older. 'Definitely old enough to be my father', she thought. He had a white vest and blue checked boxers on him. He was of a dark complexion, contrary to her wheatish tone. He had a clumsy beard but a well kept moustache. The most defining feature of his face was his big nose and sunken eyes, which made him look like a criminal but he had a very sweet voice which contradicted his appearance.

"So how did you get stranded in the middle of this forest", he asked. She narrated the entire incident to him and received a sympathetic gesture. "Nobody cares for anyone these days." He replied to which she agreed. Nobody truly cared for anyone these days. She stared in front of the road and got comfortable in her seat. The moon was the only thing lighting up the surroundings. She realized that she was really stuck in a bad place there. There was nothing but jungle for miles on both sides of the road, inhabited by all types of creatures, from leopards and tigers to Cobras and deadly scorpions. This man had truly saved her life, she thought.

Noticing that she was feeling cold, he offered her a blanket which she readily accepted. They chatted for a while and Priyanka got to know a little bit about the driver. His name was Bishwa. He had a family back home comprising of two boys and three girls. Sadly his wife had passed away giving birth to the youngest daughter. After that she slept.

Priyanka woke up when there were still a few minutes left for sunrise. She rubbed her eyes and looked around her. Bishwa was gone, the truck was parked on the side of the road. The scenery had changed; the jungles had been replaced by never-ending farms. She put on her slippers and got down from the truck. She needed to pee, immediately. So she ventured inside a sugarcane farm to relieve herself.

After she was done with her business she tried to get back to the truck but forgot the directions. She was lost; again! She darted through the sugarcane plantation and came upon a clearing. There, she saw the driver taking a bath near the canal a few metres away from her. He hadn't noticed her. Priyanka saw his entire nude body. He was a little fat, his stomach bulging out but what was most impressive was the tool hanging between his legs. It wasn't even at full mast and yet it was thicker than her wrists. She gulped in astonishment. Although she had seen a penis before in her life (she wasn't a virgin), but she never knew that it could grow this big. It was dangling like a massive rod. She felt wet down south. She looked down and noticed her entire vaginal area was leaking like a running tap. She gripped it with her hands, shocked to her core and she turned around and left as soon as possible. She had gotten so wet by just watching a man bathe, what would happen if they fucked.

She somehow managed to make her way back to the truck. Her pyjama was absolutely soaked near her vagina and just the thought of seeing his penis again made her quiver with ecstasy. She saw him coming towards the truck and immediately covered her pyjama with her blanket. He was wearing a towel and nothing above that. His hair was all wet.

"Oh, you woke up. Sorry, I had just gone to take a bath. If you need to get done with your stuff then do it. We shall leave in half-an-hour." He said wearing his vest from the previous day.

"No", Priyanka said smilingly, "I'm done."

He wore back his boxers and got on the truck and switched on the engine. Priyanka, meanwhile, kept thinking that what would he think if he knew the condition he had got her into. She was tightly gripping the blanket making sure all vantage points were covered. Her mind kept on going back to what she had seen. She had never in her life seen such a massive penis on a man. 'It is bigger than most of the dildos my friend use', she thought to herself. Why didn't her boyfriend have anything even remotely to his size. Her pussy was still leaking, after almost twenty minutes of the incident. She had never felt this way towards any man. For the first time, she was having an uncontrollable lust towards a man twice her age. A man who could easily be her father. Now all she wanted was to lie beneath him. 'The journey is long. I still have a few more days to get a taste of that monster.' She planned in her mind. She wanted it badly.

Bishwa thought to himself that why did this girl stare at his naked body while he was bathing. He knew that she was exactly his daughter's age, slightly younger. She was a petite brunette. He couldn't notice a lot while she was dozing off beside him. Her thin framework was in strike contrast to her boob size. 'Women her age don't have such hanging boobs', he thought to himself. They would shake continuously as he drove over rough patches on the road. Boobs this size are usually found on first time mothers.

This woman reminded her of his wife and their wedding night. His wife, Swati, was barely twenty-one years old, shy but had quite an appetite for sex. They would continuously mate during the first few months of their marriage. It was during this time they learnt a lot about each other's bodies. But it all reduced after she gave birth to his third child during which she died. He too got busy with his work after a few gloomy weeks. Since then, Bishwa had never laid eyes on any woman. But Priyanka was different.

She slept quietly beside him. Her hanging breasts shaking furiously. Her face was very attractive, with a thick pair of red lips and a beautiful, sensitive white skin. She represented a typical upper-caste woman but with an attractive flare.

They stopped for lunch in a local dhaba. "You don't come out, I'll get you your food here." Said Bishwa.

"Why?" Inquired Priyanka.

"I don't know this place. It might not be safe for a girl like you to roam around. This is a backward area. You stay here I'll get you your food."

After they ate, they began once again their journey. It was raining heavily. It was October too and it was getting quite chilly. Priyanka gripped her blanket tighter, she was feeling really cold. She continously chatted with Bishwa and found out a lot about him. She was just trying to exploit a loophole. She wanted to feel,for once, but a real man's penis felt like. She was in her twenties and constantly horny so it didn't matter to her whom she was having sex with, as long as she was satisfied.

The moment came that very night. It was raining heavily. After having dinner Bishwa parked the truck on the side as it had become very difficult to drive. Soon enough hail began to fall. Both, Priyanka and Bishwa watched the constant rain and hail fall as dusk gave way to a blue sky. The moon became visible soon enough. Priyanka was desperate.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Asked Bishwa. Now he wanted to know more about his companion. He admired her curvy body. Priyanka's figure reminded him of his own wife. Slim waist, petite body frame but with water-drop shaped hanging boobs. The only difference was Priyanka's skin tone. She was fair. Her silky smooth hair were now open and Bishwa noticed that they reached down to her knees. 'She is a goddess, this lass.' He thought to himself.

"No, I don't." She lied. She did have a boyfriend and she was not a virgin. She wanted him so she tried her best to look vulnerable and open.

"Then presumably you've never had sex either. Or have you."

"No, I'm a virgin!"

Bishwa just sat silently giving her the opportunity this time to break the long plateau-like silence.

"What is it like", Priyanka asked.

"It's the best feeling ever. Something which you've never felt before."

"Will you show me?" Asked Priyanka to which Bishwa just exclaimed. This twenty year old girl was asking him to take her virginity. How could he deny this opportunity. He hadn't had sex in years and now a beautiful young wench was seducing him. It was hard for him to say no.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to say no but I won't be using a condom and you might just get pregnant." Stated the prescient Bishwa.

"Don't worry. Just pull out before you are going to ejaculate." Replied Priyanka now facing him. Her kurti couldn't hide her voluptuous breasts hanging in front of her body frame. Bishwa also noticed her pyjama was visibly soaking wet near her vagina. 'No wonder it smells so funky in here', he thought.

Bishwa did not reply in the affirmative. His mind was still processing the repercussions of getting a girl her daughter's age pregnant. His heart was too soft to abandon her then and he would have to take her home if the inevitable happens. But he wanted her and she clearly desired him, her body atleast did. They just sat there staring at each other with lust. Priyanka's head bent down slightly but her gaze did not. The rain continued to fall heavily. They were alone in the middle of nowhere about to mate like wild animals. He, albeit twice her age had enough in his body to tire the hell out of this twenty year old girl.

Without saying a word, Bishwa picked her up from the seat and placed her on his thighs. She was shocked and impressed by this masculine gesture. Her pathetic boyfriend never had anything in him to compare what Bishwa was capable of.

Bishwa continued looking at her and started to stroke her hair gently. She closed her eyes and responded with passion. Then Bishwa gripped her head and slowly started kissing her. Passionate at first but getting wilder by each passing second. In his hands Priyanka was like a damsel in distress. She looked vulnerable, submissive but fervid and zealous. She truly wanted to come beneath this man. Their tongues intertwined in fiery passion as he assaulted her mouth with his tongue. She couldn't resist as she opened her mouth to let him an easier entry into her. All she did was obey as he started to stroke her breasts without breaking their kiss.

Then he let go of her mouth for the first time in what felt like eternity to Priyanka. She had never felt so feminine towards anyone. Bishwa just did what he pleased and she complied to all his requests without complain. "Get rid of it quickly", commanded Bishwa. Priyanka like an impatient child started to get rid of her clothes. Within a minute she was completely naked, still sitting on his laps looking at him nervously.

Bishwa responded by getting rid of his clothes (there were hardly any) and then started by stroking her breasts gently. Her tits were a work of art, quite rare on young women. Soft and jiggly, Bishwa slowly took one in his mouth and started to suck on those pink nipples like a baby. Her milky white boobs made him horny. While he sucked on her breasts, Priyanka gently stroked his head like a lover would. She would shriek everytime he would bite her nipples too hard or squeeze them too tightly but she wouldn't dare stop him. Moreover it made her leak more love juice from her vagina as he dominated her in all areas.

Bishwa, a traditionalist, pushed her down on the back seat and lay on top of her in the missionary position. He had no time for a blowjob and went right for the kill.

He began gently, slow but steady strokes at first. As he penetrated new territory Bishwa knew that she wasn't a virgin but he continued without saying anything. With one strong push he squeezed the entirety of his organ inside Priyanka. This forced a loud shriek from Priyanka's mouth as she tried to adjust to his size. As was evidently clear from her gaping mouth, she had never experienced anything bigger inside her. Her boyfriend was not even half as big as this man. Bishwa was holding her hands hostage as she lay beneath him squeaking in pleasure.

Bishwa then kissed her neck, their bodies touching each other as he looked at her while slowly increasing his pace.

"Kiss me." She moaned. Bishwa started to kiss her passionately. This young 20 year old remined him of his first night. With the constant rain and hail around them, occasionally lit up by thunder, Priyanka experienced ecstasy. His mammoth was destroying her pussy with each thrust. She could hardly manage to not cry. Her eyes were wide and she was moaning loudly in pleasure as he took her places she had never been.

After a few minutes she was about to have her first orgasm. Sensing this, Bishwa increases his pace while biting her neck violently. Nearing orgasm Priyanka locked his body with her feet and started to scratch his back with her nails, tempting him to retaliate with more force. Within a few more piston-like thrusts, she let go of her body as she orgasmed. Her eyes rolled back and she smiled in pleasure.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes, ahhhmm. Fuhh meee daddyy." She shouted as he drove his tool right into her womb. Her body was shivering and shaking as she orgasmed. Her feet too were out of control as she shook with each gush of lustful emotion that rippled through her body. It lasted only a few seconds but for her it may have lasted a year. She had never felt like this before. This man who was old enough to be her father was giving her a pounding of a lifetime.

Bishwa then sat and told her to climb on top of him. For the first time he allowed a woman to be on top of him. He was a traditionalist but he wanted to experience everything with this girl. Priyanka, like an obedient kid followed his command. She sat on top of him as held her tightly against his chest and kissed her. She stroked her hair behind her ears all the while exploring his mouth. He spanked her hard on her plump ass cheeks. She squealed in pain. He continued spanking her until both her ass cheeks became red. Bishwa was being passionated and wild while having sex with her.

After a while they broke their kiss and he started to suck on her tits. He would occasionally slap them too from time to time and watch them jiggle in excitement. She started to move slowly on his shaft. They locked in a tight embrace as she moved in a motion against to his. She was experiencing heaven having sex with him. Her slender hands reached her gaping mouth as she tried to cover her mouth but he held them behind her back.

His piston was still pounding strongly and with over an hour gone she started to wonder how long he would go. She then got on all fours as he penetrated her from behind. Almost instinctively, Bishwa gripped her long hair as he rammed his huge penis inside her tiny hole. Her ass couldn't take any more spanking as it was as red as a plum. Doggystyle her from the back he made her orgasm again. This time he could witness her bodies' reaction as well. As she orgsamed her body loosened up with her eyes rolling back into her head. He was kissing her but she was in a different realm. He continued to pound her while she orgasmed. Her toes curled up as she started to shake violently. This orgasm was even better than the last.

After that they returned back to the missionary position. She would stroke his back gently and scratch it as he would rifle his body into hers. The evening had given way to night but the rain hadn't stopped. They had been fucking relentlessly on the back of the seats where there was only enough room to put one bed but that was all they needed. Priyanka then sensed that he was about to cum as his penis enlarged stretching her interior even further.

"Cum on my face ahh!" She moaned. But he didn't listen. He continued fucking her.

"Ahh please cum on my face. Uhhnn I will get pregnahh if you do it inside uhh me." She could barely speak as she tried to stop him from cumming in her.

"No!" He replied with only a single word as he increased his pace.

"No please nnnn. Stop please I'll get pregnant." But he wouldn't listen. He gripped her hands tightly behind her head. She couldn't outwrestle him, he was way too powerful for her. She just lay still for him to fill her up knowing that all it takes is one of his sperms to destroy her life. But she enjoyed it too much so she stopped complaining after a while.

With another few strong thrusts he released all of his supplies inside her. Strong gush after gush filled her womb within seconds of ejaculation. The warm feeling of his jizz and the risk of becoming a mother to a 55 year old truck driver compelled her to cum again. Her life was destroyed. She was ovulating and she knew that with the amount of kids he had deposited inside her womb, atleast one had found its way into her eggs. At that moment, almost instinctively, she knew that she was going to be a mother.

Bishwa changed positions with her. As she lay beside him, locked in his loving embrace, she slept knowing very well that her life was about to change completely.

THE-END

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#Kaniha

I grew up in a tiny village where everyone knew everyone. All the women worked in fields and managed homes, some were also teachers and doctors but they were all those who had studied elsewhere and moved to our village. The house that carried the most respect in our village belonged to the Shyam.

Mr. and Mrs. Shyam came from a wealthy family, I'm not sure where their wealth came from, but in our village they were responsible for all the good things. The school I studied in was built by them, the kids who went away to study took loans from them, the village PHO got new equipment and a duty doctor because of them, and they even organised village fairs every year.

That was until Mr. Shyam disappeared one day, leaving behind Mrs. Shyam and their son. Then the stories ran wild about why he had left - the most popular one being that he had been having an affair in the city and grew weary of his wife and life in the village. I remember wondering why anyone would leave such a beautiful wife behind. The kid was annoying, but the wife made up for it.

Mrs. Shyam had beautiful long black hair that fell down to the small of her back but she would tie it up (it was hot I guess). Her boobs were not massive but just right, and she had an ass that you could stare at even when she wore a salwar kameez. But most of the time, she wore a long skirt and a t-shirt. When Mr. Shyam left, there were (within weeks) a whole line of suitors for her, but she avoided all of them. She was about 39 years old then, and no one pushed really hard, because she still **censored** for and ran most of the utilities in the village, and if it was not worth losing all of that. Moreover, she was 'tainted' in my village, which is I suppose the worst thing that could happen to you.

I was still in school at 18, I started school late because till I was 10 there wasn't really a school in the village. There were a few others like me were also in school, I think the oldest kid was 22. I didn't really like school. Before I joined school, I did odd jobs for everyone and earned money. I would wrap up work at my father's milk and eggs business in the morning and spend the rest of the day earning bits for things like helping some old lady carry groceries home, or spreading cow dung cakes in someone's yard, carrying water to someone's home or other jobs.

So even after school started, no one could stop me from doing these chores. I would spend every minute I could before dinner earning money, bits at a time. In doing so I would try to spend as much time around Kaniha aunty's (Mrs. Shyam) house as possible. Just so she would hail me and give me chores, giving me an excuse to gawk at her and let my imagination go wild.

In my head, I had sucked on her tits and fucked her in the ass but in reality all I could do was stare at her.

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I had just finished school on that day and I was heading to my neighbourhood looking to pick up some work collecting junk. I turned a corner and saw Kaniha aunty's boobs in a black saree coming towards me. She usually didn't wear a saree but she wore it only to some girls only class she taught outside of school (in hindsight, it was probably a women's health class).

She was looking right at me, and as she was passing me stopped to ask if I'd walk with her. I took the invitation without thinking or saying a word. She explained that she wanted to look after her son who was being bullied and beaten up at school but she couldn't do much herself. She wanted me to tail him and make sure he didn't get into any trouble and promised me good money for it.

Even though it was easy for me to do so, I saw it as an opening to get closer to her, so I told her it would be easier if I had an excuse to come to her house every so often. She had one ready, and suggested that she would let her son know that I was helping them tend to the fruit garden she had in the yard. I was in.

For a month or two, it was just me ogling at Kaniha aunty every chance I got. She even had some girls coming to her for advice who were pretty hot too, but she was the queen. Her son had no more issues with bullies just because 2 days a week he walked home with me and the rest of the days I walked a safe distance behind making sure no one bothered him. I actually began helping Kaniha aunty in the garden, bringing her new fruit seeds that she could put in and bringing cow dung to use as manure.

In my head, I was fucking her every day. I didn't really have the balls to do anything about it until one day when I was walking in from the garden and must've slipped because of my wet feet. Kaniha aunty was right in front of me and as I fell, I grabbed her boobs for support. She was now pushed up against the wall and my hands were on her boobs. I didn't let go for a couple of seconds at least. She had a sort of shocked look on her face and said nothing till I let go. Although I felt the urge to apologise, there was a voice in my head that said, 'Wow, you touched Kaniha aunty's boobs'.

So instead, I just pretended like my foot hurt and bent down to examine it. A few more moments passed in silence, then she said 'Keela, are you okay?'

(Keela is not my name, its just what people affectionately call me)

I said yeah, I just tripped and needed to sit for a minute. I could only think of the firmness of her boobs and although I didn't really feel her nipples, I could feel the outline of the bra from her t-shirt.

"Should I bring you some Ice?'

'No it's fine aunty, I'm okay, just slipped.'

I got up and went about my work as usual and after a while she went back to normal as well. When I was leaving, instead of just waving as she usually did, she hugged me goodbye and I felt the boobs on my chest again.

It was just a cursory hug, but it was all the encouragement I needed. To explain the magnitude of this gesture, no one ever hugged in my village. Parents didn't hug their kids. Husbands and wives didn't hug in public, but Kaniha aunty was different.

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I mulled it over for the next couple of days and things were normal between Kaniha aunty and me but I was plotting my next move. The opportunity came soon enough when we were plucking guavas from her tree, I had climbed up the tree and I looked down at her handing her guavas but I left a few of the ones on the low branches on the tree.

Once I was down, I pretended not to be able to reach the fruit on my own. I told her I had an idea and took the basket from her. I asked her to climb the tree, she seemed apprehensive so I told her I'd help her.

I swooped down and put my arms around her thighs and picked her up. A swift gasp escaped her, my right hand was cupping her bum, and my face was pressed against her waist.

'Can you reach the branch?' I asked before she could react.

'Yes', she breathed as she grabbed onto the branch and climbed up. As she did she rested her feet on my shoulders to boost herself up. A brief glimpse upwards showed me she was wearing black tights underneath the skirt, disappointed as I was at the sight, I had just cupped her butt and was going to try and do it again when she came back down.

When she was done picking all the fruit, she dangled her feet off the tree.

She said, 'Can you help me? I don't think I'll be able to jump down.'

So I held her feet to my shoulders and on the pretence of stabilising it ran my hand up her calf while determinedly not looking at her. She bent her knees and started to slide down. As she did, her skirt rode up and I was holding her ass with just the thin material of the tights separating us. I set her down, and finally looked at her face, she seemed to be blushing.

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At this point I was emboldened to the extent that I didn't even make great excuses anymore. I brushed my hand on her boobs while reaching for something, rested my hand on her back or thighs on the pretext of supporting her or myself.

The boldest I had been so far was fully grabbing and fondling her boobs while picking her up from pulling out the weeds. But she was no less, when I came up behind her to see what she was cooking or to hand her something, she pressed her butt up against me constantly.

This carried on for weeks and I wondered if we would ever get to a point that I could kiss her or feel her skin more intimately. Of course I still fantasised about fucking her but my focus was only on the next step. My opportunity came when she was ill.

I went to Kaniha aunty's house as usual after school, her son told me at school that she was unwell but I went to tend to the garden anyway. I asked him what was wrong with her and he said she had a bad headache and was up all night.

So I finished up all the work and thought I'd look in on her before I left. I knocked on the door of her room but no one answered after a couple of tries. I eventually pushed it open a bit and peeked in, Kaniha aunty was asleep in her pink nightie. I stepped in and walked towards her, she was lying on her side facing away from me. I put a palm on her forehead and couldn't feel a temperature, she still didn't wake.

I was hoping that she would wake up so I could offer her a massage and touch her some more. So, I felt her neck as well, in the hope that it would jerk her awake.

As I looked around and found a strip of painkillers on the table next to the bed. It set the cogs of my mind in motion. I thought even if she woke up I was going to go for it.I steeled myself and put a hand on her ass. I started to caress it and squeeze it and still no reaction from her. She had one palm on the pillow and the other under her head as she slept, still nothing moved.

I ventured my hand into the crack of her ass, wedging her panties in there in the process, I'm sure. I rubbed my finger along the crack but I could only feel the folds of her panties. I knelt and kissed her ass. Fuck! I couldn't believe it.

I started rubbing my dick in my pants with one hand and traced the seam of her now wedged pantied with the other, pausing to feel her crack or kiss her ass. I tried to reach around and touch her pussy but she had her leg folded so I would have had to physically move her to gain access. So I stood again, looked at her face and still detected no change. I touched her lips and put a finger inside her mouth. Oh fuck this was ecstasy.

I took my slightly damp finger with her sweat and touched her boob. There was no bra under her nightie. I felt like an electric current ran through me.

Her boob felt firm in my hand and as I caressed my way up tot he nipple, it was erect. Did this mean she was awake? I paused to look at the face again and nothing.

In my ballsiest move yet, I slid my hand inside the top of her nightie. I was feeling her bare boob. It was actually the nook between her boobs that I felt because they were squeezed together but I worked my way in till I could cup it gently. Oh fuck, I pulled my dick out and started to stroke it. My thumb now found her nipple and I was squeezing her tit gently. My cock was facing the table and I thought I'll clean up the mess because this lady was going to make me cum. As I sort of tit fucked her with my finger, I felt my knees go as I came and despite my best laid plans some of my cum landed in her hair and the rest of it on the table and floor.

SHIT. What do I do now? I grabbed some newspaper and cleaned the floor and table. Then I used my handkerchief to mop up as much of it as I could from her hair. But as I left I couldn't help myself and dipped a finger into my cum stained handkerchief and laid it on her lips for a few seconds before leaving.

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I wasn't even supposed to go to Kaniha aunty's place the next day, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to know if she knew or if she'd say something. I was consumed by nervous excitement. I **censored** not attention in school (worse than usual). I headed to her place immediately after.

She opened the door in a yellow t-shirt and track pants and welcomed me as usual, 'Keela! What a surprise? What are you doing here?'

She hugged me as she said it. I took it as a sign that either she didn't know what happened or she knew it happened and was playing it cool.

'Oh, nothing aunty, I couldn't finish clearing the leaves from the yard so I thought I'd do that today.'

'Oh okay, good, go on. I'm sorry I really wasn't well yesterday so I couldn't come and help you.'

'Are you feeling better today?'

'Yeah, but I didn't really finish my sleep so I'm hoping to get some of that now. I'm going to pass out now but you go on and do whatever you want to.'

'Ok, I'm going to go in the back then.'

'Mmhmm, see you.'

Phew, she didn't know. I wasn't in any trouble. I just had to pretend to work for a bit and then I could go. I went to work in the yard, trying to idle the time by but really just going over that foray in the bedroom again and again. I wondered if she tasted my cum on her lips when she woke.

Once enough time had passed, I was going to leave. I wondered if I could say bye before I left but I didn't want to disturb her nap.

WAIT! I froze mid-step, running the conversation I had just had with her back in my head. I was just so relieved that I was off the hook. I wasn't listening to her. What had just happened?

I had to check in on her and then go. I couldn't not take the chance. She had basically asked me to..

I pushed open the door of the bedroom. She had changed into the flimsiest yellow nightie and was lying on her tummy with her left leg raised to the left so it hiked up the nightie such that I could see the back of her right thigh and a bit of her bum. Was she not wearing panties?

I looked at the table, no tablets in sight, could I take the leap?

I was all in. I walked up to stand beside her. I put my hand under the nightie and placed it where I thought her pussy was and my fingers landed on her bush. She wasn't wearing panties.

I slowly trailed my hand down and it found a moist spot. I put some light pressure on it, she twitched but there was no change in her posture. Her face was angled away from me so I couldn't see her expression. I moved my finger in a little circle picking up on the moisture, then I smelt it for a moment before putting my fingers in her mouth.

I lowered myself to a kneeling position and started kissing her from the base of her neck all the way down while my fingers were in her mouth. When, I reached the small of her back, I withdrew my fingers and put them in the crack of her ass. The touch of my wet fingers on her asshole prompted a sharp intake of breath from her.

She continued to be motionless but i knew I had free reign. I pulled the nightie further up exposing her whole ass and giving me a first glimpse of her bushy pussy. Her ass was beautiful, dusky skin converging towards that brown hole and the pink of her pussy was visible through the bush.

I spread her cheeks and kissed her asshole. Again she twitched. I began to lick her gently and then beginning to dart my tongue into her brown hole. I spit in it and slid in a finger, I felt her back arch and heard an 'unnh'. I tried to thrust in and out with my finger but it felt a bit dry. So I went back to the licking. I progressed up to her pussy and started to lick her there as well punctuating it with kisses to her thigh and around the crotch. She smelt so good down here.

My tongue explored the outer walls of her pussy but I was eager to be in her. I began to lick and gently suck on her clit. It was a bit hard to do that because her pussy was sideways because her leg was out at an angle. So I changed position and with on hand on her shoulder I slowly inserted one finger into her pussy like I was fucking her sideways with my finger.

I let go of her shoulder and pulled my own cock out of my pants. I began stroking it. I didn't have a condom but I didn't intend to cum in her. I pulled my fingers back and licked then. She tasted heavenly. I got behind her and touched the tip of my dick onto her pussy when she moved suddenly. I was startled and thrown off balance as I stumbled backwards. I figured I had finally gone too far.

When I looked back at her though, she had just turned with her face turned towards the edge of the bed, mouth lolling slightly open. I think I was going to fall in love with this woman.

I approached her again and pulled her nightie back to expose her butt again and her stomach. The access to her pussy was blocked by her raised leg. I guided my cock to her lips and rubbed them with it before pushing it slightly inwards. With my cock resting in her mouth, I reached under the neck of her nightie to fondle her booobs.

When I pinched a nipple she sucked on my dick, almost like she would suck on a straw and I nearly came from just that. I put one hand on the back of her head and started to thrust in it. Apart from the sucking motions she made, she was still. I thrust quicker and quicker till I came in her mouth. Fuck me, she was so hot.

I stepped back to see her face slightly pink but continued to pretend to sleep. I spanked her and planted a kiss on her ass before I left.

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I had made up my mind, I was going to fuck Kaniha aunty. I wanted to take a condom with me but if I bought one, the whole fucking town would know. I would have to risk it without one.

That day I didn't go to her place after school. I waited till it was time for dinner. I had made some shit excuse about staying elsewhere and gone to her place. When she came to the door, she was a bit taken aback.

'Keela, are you okay? What happened? Why didn't you come earlier?'

'I'm fine aunty, I can't stay home tonight. Would it be okay if I stayed here?'

'Oh, do your parents know you're here?'

'No, they think I'm at Arjun's place but it's okay.'

'Ok, come in, let's talk'

I followed her to the kitchen.

'Did you eat?'

'Yes, thank you'

'Okay, will you have something to drink then?'

'Sure, anything cold will be good.'

She went over to the fridge and bent a bit forward to see what was in there. I walked up behind her and pressed myself onto her ass and grabbed her boobs from behind.

'Keela...'

As she straightened up I nibbled on her neck and ear.

'Keela...'

'I want to fuck you, Kaniha'

'Mmmhhhmmm..'

She closed the door of the fridge and moved a bit ahead, reached around and grabbed the waistband of my shorts without looking back and walked forward. I let my hands fall to my side and followed.

She led me once again to her bedroom and once we were in she locked the door behind her and pressed me up against it. She reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. As she planted kisses on my chest and neck, I whispered, 'You're so hot Kaniha, I've been waiting for this for so long.'

She looked up at me and smiled, then she began to squat, as she lowered herself she pulled my shorts and underwear down with her. She began to make her way up the inside of my thigh kissing her way up. She kissed my dick and gave it an extra lick before standing back up. She began to take off the t-shirt she was wearing when I put my hands on her back and pulled her into me.The feeling of her boobs touching my chest made me so hard.

I kissed her. Our hands were exploring each other's bodies as our tongues met and when we pulled back we were out of breath. I put my hands slightly under her ass and lifted her, she straddled me with her legs and I carried her to the bed.

'Fuck my ass with your finger again Keela..'

I nearly ripped off the pants she wore in my eagerness to follow her instruction. I shoved my fingers in her mouth moving them in and out to get them properly wet. She lay on her back and held both her legs in her arms so they framed her torso and face, spreading her pussy and asshole. I licked it and spat on it before plunging a finger in there again.

'Haaaaaannnggghhh! Fuck me Keela!'

I moved the finger in and out a few times.

'Aaagh, aagh, stop.. there 's some coconut oil near the mirror'

As I stepped away to grab the oil the full beauty of Kaniha struck me as she presented her ass to me.

I dribbled some oil on her asshole and supported her up by her lower back so it kind of pooled on it. I then rubbed plenty of it on my finger and went again.

'Hnnnnghh yeah! Yes! Yes! Harder'

I increased the pace of it a bit but with every thrust her whole body shook. Each thrust punctuated by a 'Hngh' sound from her and she was biting her lip.The 'Hnghs' came faster as I went harder, I was afraid I was punching her si I kept checking if she was okay.

'Mmmhmm, keep going.'

So I did, I also leaned in and started licking her pussy while my finger penetrated her ass. The smell of coconut mixed with the juices of her pussy were intoxicating. He kept making muffled sounds till she had a sharp intake of breath and said, 'Fuck me in the ass'

I was keen to oblige and I tried to enter Kaniha's behind but it didn't seem to want to go in. 'You're too tight Kaniha.'

'Call me aunty'

'I'm going to fuck you aunty'

I pulled her towards me so her ass was slightly over the edge of the bed, I guided my dick towards her pussy. It took me a couple of tries but I finally entered her.

She made another muffled cry and grabbed my hips. As I thrust slowly, I could see her boobs move in rhythm. 'Ohh aunty...'

I knew I wasn't going to last too long with this beautiful woman. I cried, ' Aunty, I'm going to come!'

She just nodded and pointed at her stomach. I pulled out and came all over her stomach and got some on her tits.

'Thanks... Can I help you cum?', I asked, slightly guilty as she wiped the cum off her tummy.

'Mmmhmm'

I cuddled up behind her and rolled her so she was on top of me. I fondled her boobs with my left hand as my right found her pussy, rubbing the clit and penetrating her with my finger. "Is this good?'

I could feel her nod above me.

'You're so fucking hot aunty...'

'Licking your ass is heaven...'

"Do it again', she breathed.

'Get on all fours'

As she did, I came up behind her and began to lick her ass and finger her pussy at the same time.

'Hngh gngh hngh yeah'

After a while, I turned her over and continued to lick her ass while fingering her pussy. She pressed my head deeper into her ass and then straddled my face to her crotch with her thighs. Oh fuck it was heaven, and then she quivered and let go.

'Next time I want that dick in my ass, Keela', she said and smiled as we lay there.

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

#Amala Paul

This story dates back to when I was 22 and I was renting a flat in one of Mumbai's many suburbs.

I have always used domestic help since I lived alone and I was never good at cooking & cleaning. Over the years some of the maids were young, some were old, some interesting and some not worth looking at. I never did or even tried to act fresh with any of them and that's why I always had a very good impression with my maids. In fact throughout my building I was known as a very genial and helpful person. I have always maintained good relationships with everyone -- from my watchman to my neighbors. When it came to maids, I always preferred locals because I had had some bad experiences.

So it was very surprising when one day my maid asked me a favor. She wanted to give up her job at my place and wanted me to shelter a woman who would also act as my new maid. The reasons being that she was thrown out of her shanty by the cops and because she was illegal there was no respite in terms of harassment. To top it all, her husband ran away leaving her with a 5 month old infant. She was in a desperate situation. She knew my maid because they worked in the same building and asked her for help. My maid is a kind hearted middle aged lady who took pity on her and decided to help her out. According to her I was the only 'kind-hearted' guy living in a large house without any family or other commitments. And so she asked me whether Amala could live in my house and work full time. I was dead set against it simply because of the kid. But I was pestered persistently and I finally gave in. I asked her to bring her in.

The first time I saw Amala she was in pitiful state. She was carrying a small battered suitcase in one hand and a small infant in the other. Her clothes were old and worn out. She felt completely out of place and kept uttering 'Shukriya' (Thank you) repeatedly. I showed her the house and since I had a spare bedroom I asked to take it up as her temporary residence. She was very grateful and happy and even I felt good about myself. I was still concerned about the child and wondered what kind of a nuisance that would turn out to be. We decided that I would still pay her for her maid services in addition to sheltering her. However there wasn't enough work in my house to justify a full time maid. So we decided that she could keep some of her old clients and that would help her get some extra money. I told her not to worry about food since feeding 2 extra mouths wasn't a big deal for me. On this she told me that it would be only one mouth since her baby was breastfeeding. I remember this was the first time I explicitly thought of her in a sexual way and my cock gave the slightest of a twitch in my pants. I was wondering what it would be to have a breastfeeding woman live in my house. But those thoughts were quickly dispelled by my worries of having a new person in my house and how it would affect my daily routine.

First Week

The first week was chaotic at the best. Even though the baby didn't cry all that often, it bawled once in a while and that drove me nuts. Amala immediately sensed my irritation and she would do her best to pacify her. She would lock the door of her room to reduce the noise and at the same time give herself some privacy for breastfeeding. We quickly slipped into a routine. We would both get up early and do our morning chores. After that she would prepare breakfast for me while I got ready and watched TV. I would leave by 8:30 and she would clean up after me. After I left, she finished cooking and cleaning in two other apartments. I would return home by 6:30. She would be back home and have tea ready by then. After tea I would either hit the gym or watch TV while she prepared dinner. Dinner was served by 9:00 after which I retired to my room or watched some TV. After dinner I encouraged her to join me in the main room to watch TV and I would keep the Hindi channels because she was pretty fluent in Hindi.

But of course there are so many other things that she had to learn. I had to explain how to operate my washing machine and microwave oven etc. She was an enthusiastic learner. These small things made us grow comfortable with each other. We would share a joke occasionally. She learned quickly and within a few weeks made herself right at home.

But within that time I also realized that neither she nor her baby had the right or adequate number of clothes. She would wear her set of 4-5 sarees over and over again. And I had no idea about the status of her underwear department. Even the kid needed new clothes. Once when her saree pallu wasn't covering her chest completely I noticed 2 damp spots on her blouse in the general area of her nipples. I realized it was her milk and although I was a little aroused, I felt sorry for her. This was also the time when I first started noticing her body more closely.

Let me describe Amala to you. She was a tall woman by Indian standards with a perfectly oval face. Her skin was dark, smooth and had a beautiful sheen to it. Her eyes were almond shaped and her lips were full. She had a beautiful smile and excellent teeth (no tobacco or other bad habits). Her hair was waist long, jet black and bordering on curly. She was on the slim side and because she was tall she had a slight hunch. Her blouses didn't go a long way down and she wore her petticoat just above her navel. Hence there was a lot of gap between the end of her blouse and the beginning of her petticoat. She generally kept her chest well covered with her pallu draping it completely. But her back was always exposed and it was long, slender and her spine was well accentuated. There was only the slightest hint of fat on her waist. I couldn't make out the size of her tits although from their outline I felt that they were nice and full probably because she was lactating. She had wide, rounded hips. She would wear a saree day in and day out while relaxing, sleeping or working.

After about a month I finally asked her if she would like new clothes. As expected she refused flat out. I insisted and she said that she would buy new saree's in a few days time. I gave her some money to help her out and she took it reluctantly. Apart from saree's I knew she needed some night clothes and I asked her if she would mind if I picked up a few. I could easily estimate her size and anyways the fit didn't have to be perfect. She stared blankly at me for a short while but she didn't say anything. I took that as a yes. Of course I also wanted to buy her some underwear made for nursing mothers but I didn't know how to ask her size. That evening when she was preparing dinner I went into her room and checked her small pile of clothes. There were no bras in the pile so I assumed that she wasn't in the habit of wearing them. Her panties were all multi-colored without any markings.

So the next day I had to go through the embarrassing ordeal of buying nighties and underwear. The nighties had an enormous range from plain to fancy. Even within the maternity ones I couldn't decide. So I picked 2 maternity and 2 regular ones for her. I chose the more fancy ones with smoother materials and a lot of lace. Shopping for panties was a little easier. I simply bought half a dozen of them in different colors. On returning home I first gave her the nighties telling her to wear them while at home. She became a bit uncomfortable but she accepted them gratefully. I showed her the zips on both sides near the chest area and told her "(for feeding the child)". She was visibly embarrassed. The panties were all rolled in a brown bag. I just handed her the bag saying "I felt you needed this too" and fled the room.

The rest of the evening passed without incident. When she came to server me dinner I asked her if everything 'fitted' well and she gave me a smile and said everything was just fine and thanked me again. Next morning when I woke up and walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see Amala wearing her new nightgown. It was a regular one which turned out to be quite figure-hugging. It showed off her curves very nicely. She had just come out of the shower and her hair was undone and a little damp. She saw me checking her out and smiled at me. I grinned and blurted out "You are looking nice". She didn't make any comments but I could sense a smile at the edges. I felt some tension in the air. Because she just had a bath and the AC was on I could detect her nipples under the soft fabric of the gown. I convinced her to take some money and buy some saree's and clothes for the infant.

Getting to know each other

Amala turned out to be a very easy going person with a ready giggle and happy-go-lucky attitude. We would chat in the evenings -- she would be talking and I would be listening most of the times. She asked me about my work but I found it difficult to explain what I did for a living. That didn't discourage her from asking questions with her usual enthusiasm and inquisitiveness. She was taking good care of me and the house and I was thankful for that so I didn't mind her talkative nature. Actually I liked hearing her voice and she had a pleasant smile. I also loved playing with the kid which she particularly liked.

As the days passed I was unmistakably getting attracted to her. Just observing her move around in her saree was a huge turn on. Her short blouse with deep back left a lot of flesh exposed. Her slender waist contrasted her large child-bearing hips which swayed beautifully as she walked. Her thin cotton sarees that clung to her bust was a source of numerous wet dreams. My apartment had a narrow corridor which connected all the rooms and I got plenty of chanced to brush past her. Soon I started fantasizing about fucking her. Every part of her body -- her eyes, lips, hair and even her fingers began to turn me on.

But I also knew that I had some amount of affection for her so I wasn't about to try anything stupid. I knew she felt obliged by my action of sheltering her and hence she took very good care of me. And that in turn made me feel responsible for my actions. She would care about every aspect of my life -- appearance, health, work timings, eating and sleeping habits. It felt nice to be cared and wanted. On occasions she would catch me staring at her but she would always give me a wonderful smile. I wouldn't know what went on in her mind during those times but I am guessing she liked me as a man and found me attractive.

Sometimes when I would get bored I would stand at the entrance of the kitchen or the bathroom as she cooked or washed. Initially she was surprised but later on she chatted me up sensing that I was getting bored. While washing clothes on the bathroom floor she had this habit of bunching up her pallu so it would run up the middle of her blouse. I could clearly see her milk-laden breasts straining against the blouse and she rocked back and forth. Because she didn't wear a bra I could sometimes see the outlines of her erect nipples through the blouse. After talking with her for a few minutes I would excuse myself (saying I needed to use the WC), jack off and rejoin her. This happened so frequently that it would take an idiot not to recognize the pattern. I am sure she did but did nothing to discourage me from talking to her and neither did she adjust her pallu.

Our inhibitions were melting fast. I made it a habit to come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I didn't have a six-pack but I had a broad, hairy chest which I made sure she saw on more than one occasion. All these actions made her only more friendly and talkative towards me. I couldn't understand whether she was flirting or just being overly friendly. So I just didn't know how to take it to the next step because she had never behaved inappropriately with me.

My lucky break came with a disease endemic to India -- Malaria. I have got it about 4-5 times in my lifetime and I know the symptoms so well that I can pretty much diagnose myself. One evening after coming back from work I was already feeling feverish and stiff. After dinner the fever increased and by midnight I got the chills. I knew it was the mosquitoes at work and I took some tablets to reduce the fever. In the morning I went to the doctor and got my blood work and got started on my treatment. I hadn't bothered Amala with the details till now though she knew I wasn't feeling well.

After coming home I was feeling extremely weak. I told her about the Malaria and she immediately started fretting over me. I called work to take the week off and went to my room to lie down. She came into my room and I instructed her to keep checking on my fever and keep giving me pills at regular intervals. Over the next few days she was constantly at my side checking on me, giving me food and medicine and in general giving me company. She tucked me in as I suffered the chills and even slept on the floor in my room for a couple of nights. By the night third day I was reeking and I needed to bathe. But she stopped me as soon as she saw what I was about to do. I sensed an opportunity and asked whether she would give me a sponge bath. To my surprise she didn't hesitate and asked to me remove my shirt and lie down while she went and prepared the warm water.

My first sponge bath at the lovely hands of Amala was exquisite. She sat next to my waist and started to clean me with the warm and wet towel. She started at my neck and had to lean over me to do that. She was still wearing her day saree and I could see one of her breasts was outside the pallu. I could clearly see its shape and its heaviness as it strained against the fabric of her blouse. It gently swayed as she delicately cleaned my entire torso. At the moment all I could think of was to rip her blouse and suck on that tit of hers real hard. I could even smell her musky aroma after a hard day's work. In my drugged and weak state I didn't realize that I was staring at her chest area until she coughed and adjusted her pallu to cover her exposed breast. Our eyes met as I looked up sheepishly. I gave her a weak smile to which she responded with a faint smile of her own. She turned me over and cleaned my back. After she was done I asked her to hand me the wet towel and leave the room as I had to clean 'down there'. As I wrapped the wet towel around my flaccid dick I realized that it had been a long time since I was inside a woman since my college girlfriend. I again debated if making a move on Amala was the right thing and if so what would be the ideal time. As I lay down there, thinking about the 10 minutes during which she cleaned me I knew I had to have her. It was just a question of how delicately I could put forward my intentions. I called for her and when she entered my room I noticed she had showered and changed into her nightie. I told her my head was paining and whether she would apply some balm and massage it. She immediately got the balm and sat at the head of the bed on my right. In this position she was behind me and I couldn't see her. But I could sense her left thigh and hip was close to my head. After a few minutes I gathered the courage, lifted my head and placed it on her left thigh. My eyes were shut tight as I hoped for the best. To my relief she adjusted my head a bit more and continued with her massage! I was really happy that she had allowed me to become a bit closer to her. After some time I asked her to stop, slid down from her thigh and feel asleep.

The next night we followed the same routine -- sponge bath with head massage. On the third night when she came to give me a sponge bath I noticed that she had her pallu bunched up just the way she did when she washed clothes! I didn't know what to make of it but I decided to stare at her chest brazenly. I felt her movements were a bit exaggerated today. Her chest was closer to my face than other nights. Or maybe I was imagining things. While massaging my head she even took it and placed it on her thigh herself. I was overjoyed with this marked changed in attitude! I decided to take this a step further. When she asked me if she could stop I pretended I was sleepy and she didn't disturb me. I actually fell asleep in that position and didn't realize when she left my room. In the morning everything was back to normal. I was feeling much better but was still weak.

I decided to take complete rest for 2 more days not only to recover but also to receive the special treatment I was receiving from my lovely maid. I noticed there was a definite change in her demeanor. She appeared more confident and in charge. But apart from that it was business as usual during the day. It was only during the night that I could sense some tension between us.

Breaking the ice

Obviously my sponge baths had to stop within a few days but I didn't want to lose the intimacy that we had developed. I found a perfect excuse. I told her that my feet got tired at the end of a hard day of work and they needed massaging. I used to sit in a cube the whole day but of course she didn't know. She immediately offered to massage them. She usually massaged my feet as I watched TV. She would sit on the ground and I would be seated in my sofa. I would wear pajama's at home which I would hoist up to my knees. These became a nuisance and I switched to wearing a 'lungi' with nothing underneath.

She massaged my legs facing the TV so she would place my foot on her knee to get access to the calf. I was shirtless most of the time. Just a lungi was my preferred attire in presence of Amala. And she became really careless about her pallu which was mostly bunched up between her jugs or dropping all the time. She even fed the kid in the same room as me a few times, although with her back turned towards me. I bought her a few more nighties and sarees. These were mostly gowns with no sleeves and a sexy, satin material. She would wear these during our massages and I would compliment her often which flattered her to no end. Touching each other became more commonplace. I had now progressed from tapping her shoulder to touching her back if I needed to get her attention. She would massage my back, shoulders, and arms.

Finally one day I decided and told her to massage my "injured" hamstring. She asked me to lie on my back. But I told her that I wanted to watch TV. I was sitting in an armchair with my lungi lifted to my knees. This time she had no option but to turn towards me and squat between my legs. She told me to sit on the edge of the chair so she could reach it. Her face was just a couple of feet away and level with my crotch. She took some warm oil and dipped her hands into my lungi and starting massaging my thigh. It was an exquisite feeling and within minutes I was rock hard although the lungi cleverly hides erections. She was also careful not to touch my crotch. I complimented her on her technique and told her to work on the other thigh. 30 minutes of Amala's thigh massage and I was ready to burst. I purposely let out loud contented sighs to let her know the pleasurable effect she was having on me.

The next day when she came to massage me, she was wearing a new sleeveless, satiny robe. Her dark skin was glistening with after shower sweat. Her hair was loosely tied and still slightly damp. The fell in curls on her back where it made the gown wet. Her arms were slim with just the right amount of flesh. She was looking like a sex goddess that descended on earth to serve me. I knew I had to do something that night. I asked her to work on the hamstring again. When she turned to face me I saw her mammaries straining against the satin and her nubs making unmistakable imprints on the smooth & soft fabric. She caught me staring at her but didn't comment. My cock was pulsating visibly and I saw her sneaking glances at the rhythmic movement of the fabric. I was becoming desperate. I told her that the oil had given me a rash or something. She felt the area but said she couldn't find anything wrong. I told her the skin was itching badly and lifted my leg to show her the spot. This caused my lungi to slide all the way back to my waist revealing my raging hard on. My balls had bunched up and were swollen to the size of eggs. My head had enlarged to an impossible size and was bright red. And my shaft was covered with bulging veins and throbbing violently.

Amala, a young, single, beautiful, mother living with a man unrelated to her for the past 3 months, needed no further encouragement. The next few minutes were in slow motion. She placed both her hands on my thighs and moved slowly towards my crotch. One hand cupped my balls as if she owned them and the other hands snaked around the shaft and bent it towards her. Her fingers were wrapped around my cock while her thumb was pressing and playing with the head. She put pressure at the base which caused pre-cum to escape. She caught the flow with her thumb and spread it on the head with all her fingers. Her attention was solely focused on my cock head. She kept pressing it, checking its firmness and kept lubricating it as my pre-cum flowed like a river. I realized her face was inches away from my cock. She extended her tongue and caught the next drop. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and nudged her closer. She got the message and opened her mouth into which I guided my cock head. She sucked it like an expert biting on the head every so often. Both her hands were on my shaft and she looked a small girl with a lollipop. I wanted to see her breasts but the feeling of her warm mouth on my mushroom was too good to let go. I did untie her hair so that her lovely curls were all over my crotch.

I wish I could say that I did more but the truth is I had been without a woman for way too long and so within 5 minutes I was ready to cum. I pushed her back, lifted her chin and came in long intense spurts all over her neck and shoulders. My orgasm was so intense that it left me sweating, panting and a little woozy. When I opened my eyes she was still squatting between my legs, with her hands on my naked thighs watching my cock shrink. I told her Clean up. I was surprised to see how quickly she reverted back to being a maid. She brought a wet napkin and wiped my now flaccid cock. She also squeezed out a few remaining drops and lowered my lungi to cover me up (I thought her husband must have trained her well!). She cleaned the floor which had a few drops of jizz and left the room for me to ponder the next steps. I retired to my room without any further interaction with her.

The next day

The next morning everything was more or less back to normal. She smiled at me a lot and tried to chat me up. She was looking at me with expectant eyes hoping that I would say or do something different or special. But apart from out usual morning banter I didn't venture out. I had thought about this night before and I realized that I didn't want a companion, girlfriend, or worse, a wife. I just wanted a maid with privileges and it was important for Amala to recognize her place -- she was my maid, I was her employer/provider and even though we could use each other to satisfy our urges it would never change our overall relationship. That evening we found ourselves in the same position. After working on my calves, I invited her to work on my hamstrings. This time I didn't expose myself even though I was rock hard. After finishing both my hamstrings she looked up to me to figure out the next move.

Now imagine my friends: your pretty, dark skinned, lactating maid is kneeling between your legs. She is resting her oil-smeared hands on your exposed thighs. You are wearing nothing but an old lungi that is now only covering your rock hard erection. She is wearing a green saree with a plain, orange colored, cotton blouse. She has just stepped out of a bath and her hair is open and slightly damp. Her pallu is bunched up so that you can clearly see both her blouse-covered globes. Her blouse is thin and almost transparent and she is not wearing a bra. Not only can you see the bump of her teat you can also see the shadow of her dark brown nipple through that paper thin blouse. You know she is eager to please you. What would you do? Here is what I did.

I looked at her and told her Unwrap it. She lifted the lungi to free my cock. It immediately assumed it natural stance which is curved upwards with the head almost touching my belly button. With each hand she held one of my balls. With her fingers she delicately examined and gently pressed each nut. She picked at my sac, feeling the overgrown hair and licked each nut delicately till it was completely covered with her spit. She also lightly traced her fingertips over my perineum. Then she took some oil and massaged both my perineum and nut-sac leaving me breathless. I wondered if she was really a whore or just an amazing wife. With her oily palm she then pressed on the underside of shaft causing me to moan loudly. She smiled at my reaction and starting rubbing the underside with her palm in leisurely strokes. Her other hand greased my scrotum thoroughly leaving nothing dry. She then held my lund and bent it towards her so she was looking directly at the eye of the snake. She squeezed my shaft and a big glob of pre-cum escaped from the eye. She carefully took the whole drop and rubbed it back onto my shaft along with the oil. My cock, which had never received such detailed and loving attention, was throbbing in her hands.

I was close to coming but unlike yesterday I wanted to see Amala in just her skin. I told "let go for a minute" and she obediently let go of my cock. She was still kneeling between my legs. I lifted the pallu of her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I drank in the sight of her in her weathered short sleeved blouse. The fabric was completely stretched as it was trying to prop up her milk-laden breasts. Her tummy was almost flat with her navel just peeking over the top of her saree. Her saree and petticoat were tied tightly digging into her soft fleshy waist creating delicious love handles. Saree blouses are typically front closing with 4-5 hooks. As I leaned forward to unhook the first one, we heard a whimpering from the room where her kid was sleeping. By the time I reached the third hook the whimpering turned into a loud cry.

For the first time I had seen Amala's cleavage and I was all worked up. But when I looked up I saw that all her attention was now focused on her crying child. I sighed and let go and motioned her to check on her kid. She immediately sprang up and ran to her baby with her blouse half unhooked and pallu trailing behind her on the floor. I was left nursing a throbbing erection. I could hear her trying to pacify the kid from the other room. I waited for 10 minutes during which time my blood cooled down. I shut off all the lights and went to sleep

Milk and Oil

In the morning I woke up with my usual hard-on. I could hear Amala's patter from the bathroom. My heart beat quickened and my cock stiffened as I walked through the events of last night. I started rubbing my lund over the lungi. By the time I was completely awake I realized that now I didn't have to wank off to get my monkey to behave.

I shouted her name. She came scurrying to my room and stood at the door. I called her inside - 'Come here'. She was wearing the same saree from last night. I realized I had interrupted her cleaning the utensils because her petticoat/saree was hoisted up revealing her smooth calves. Her hands were wet and there were splashes of water all over her. Seeing her walk towards me caused my lund to become erect and I went back to stroking it. She looked at my hand and understood why I called her. I held her by the wrist and directed her to sit down on the floor between my legs. I took her hand, lifted my lungi and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She immediately started stroking it. She was wearing her pallu modestly so I dropped it to the floor, quickly unbuttoned the top few hooks and fished out one of her boobs. It was soft and surprisingly lighter colored compared to the rest of her body. Her areola was large and almost black.

It had been a long time since I had held a woman's tit and Amala suffered the consequences. I mauled her tit first with one hand and then with both hands when I realized she was leaking. I couldn't express more than a few drops of her sweet milk but the sight of it drove me wild. I removed her last few hooks and almost tore the blouse off her body. I made her sit up on her knees and put one of her nipple in my mouth. I suckled on her teats trying to tease out as much milk as possible. I drank hungrily, biting her as her strokes became more urgent and rapid. I knew I wouldn't last more than a minute if I entered her so I decided to come all over her naked chest. I pulled her closed towards me and rubbed my cock-head over by her teats. Then I handed my shaft back to her and she rubbed the underside of my shaft all over chest and breasts. My pre-cum was not enough to lubricate her actions so I took some hair-oil and and rubbed it on her chest, her breasts and her neck. The result was amazing. Not only was the feeling of my meat getting rubbed on her warm, slick tits exquisite, but the sight was also very erotic.

But I wanted more. I told her 'Express some milk'. She expertly squirted some milk all over my groin. The feeling of my cock getting rubbed in a mixture of oil and milk on my maid's naked chest was enough to push me over the edge. I pulled her towards me and wrapped my thighs tightly across her chest. I came violently with all my pent up jizz from last night erupting in thick ropes and coating her entire chest with a mixture of oil, cum and her own milk. After I recovered my composure I looked at her and saw a hint disappointment in her eyes. She was still working my now deflating cock, dutifully squeezing out the last few drops of my man-juice.

As I watched my half naked maid, sitting on the floor, cleaning me with a cloth, I realized that she had taken care of my needs on three occasions and in return I hadn't even touched her sex. I felt bad for her and took her in my arms. I planted a kiss on her cheeks (our first) and nuzzled her nape & shoulders. She seemed to like that as she looked at me and smiled. I knew she was craving affection and appreciation. I told her 'I really enjoyed it! Who taught you these things?' She answered 'My husband really enjoyed this'.

My suspicions were confirmed. She was well trained by her husband in the art of pleasuring manhood. I understood this was a woman to be treasured. I thanked her husband in my mind and felt sorry for the fool to let go of such a woman. I decided to fulfill any and all of Amala's sexual desires. I knew that a mixture of discipline with affection and appreciation would allow me to get all my fantasies fulfilled by my maid. I kissed her cheek again and whispered in her ear -- 'I will fuck you tonight'. She smiled coyly, hurriedly covered her tits with her blouse and scampered out of my room leaving me to get ready.

I finally nail her

The day passed in a sexual daze. Work seemed tremendously harder to accomplish when all I could imagine was Amala's pussy and its warm slick texture on my needy cock. By the time I navigated through Mumbai's traffic it was late in the evening and I was tired. Amala was already home and making food in the kitchen.

I showered, prepared a drink for myself and sat down to watch TV. I saw her move around the house. She was wearing a nightgown for breastfeeding mothers that I had bought her. Her body was clearly silhouetted when she walked in from of the TV a few times and I could see that she was not wearing a bra. I then heard her child cry out and heard her go into the spare bedroom and lock the door. I was horny and decided that I couldn't wait for dinner or her customary foot massage. I chucked my vest and went into her room with just my lungi covering my body. This was the first time I had entered her room while she was feeding and I was a bit apprehensive. She was sitting on the floor with her back towards the door and she immediately turned when she heard the door open. Our eyes met and I smiled. She returned the smile and her gaze fell to my crotch and she noticed the bulge. I foolishly asked 'What are you doing?'. She said 'Feeding him milk'. Then she went back to feeding her child while I stood foolishly behind her. Her son was about 8 months old but he still needed an occasional feed. The little guy had Amala's teat in his mouth and was asleep.

The sight of her exposed breast made me rock hard and I lifted my lungi to expose my lund. I patted Amala on her shoulder to show her my urgency. Her head was at the level of my groin and at first she was a little taken aback to see my cock so close to her face. She then looked down at her son and then looked at me as if making a decision. Since the kid was sleeping she turned around and planted a light kiss on my upturned cock which enraged it all the more. I bent my shaft and brought the head close to her mouth. She gobbled up more than half of my fat 7 incher in one go. With one hand cradling her son, she used her other hand to blow me. I bent my knees and move in front of her to give her easier access. I untied from lungi and lifted it over my head. Standing buck naked with my knees slightly bent I held her by her face and starting fucking her mouth.

This was new to her and she resisted at first. So I gently unwrapped her fingers from my shaft and told her 'Open your mouth'. She let go of my cock and opened her mouth wide. Fucking her mouth was not as enjoyable since she wasn't experienced. She even gagged a couple of times.

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Sensing she was losing interest I decided to skip the appetizers and go directly for the main course. I told her to keep the kid on the side and made her lie down on her back. I lifted her gown to reveal her unshaven pubes. I pushed her legs apart to examine her sex. The entire vulva was extremely dark in color. She had nice protruding meat-flaps which I love. They were already moist and when I separated them I could see the bright pink of her canal into which my lucky cock would make an entry tonight. I took my time to caress her inner thighs, her pubes and her sex. Occasionally I would plant kisses and lick her inner lips to get a taste of her salty juices. All this while I kept making eye contact to gauge her reaction.

She was extremely docile and only her slight smile and occasional twitches in her pussy gave me indication that she was ready. I moved between her legs and placed my cock at her moist entrance. I rubbed my cock head all over her inner lips and opening to coat it with her juices. I squeezed at the base to release a large drop of pre-cum that slid down and fell into her opening. I looked at her one final time and pushed the head pass her opening. She immediately let out a groan that caused me to stop. I leaned forward and placed my hands underneath her pits so I was directly above her. I pushed a little and backed out. I did this till the top half of my shaft was covered with her juices and then I gave one final plunge and rammed it in to the hilt. Despite her pregnancy she was nice and tight. I could feel her moist innards closing in on my cock. I started stroking her gently at first and then picked up the pace. She lifted her hips off the ground to meet my strokes. She had turned her face to one side and closed her eyes. I stopped to remove each of her tits through the openings in the gown. I lowered myself, and suckled on each tit till it was completely wet. When I looked up, she still had her eyes closed.

To be honest, our first fuck was an anti-climax since she was non-responsive except for a few occasional grunts. Because she was so chatty otherwise, I had expected a lot more action from her. Nevertheless my cock was thoroughly enjoying itself and pretty soon I came forcefully all over her crotch and her nightie. I was tired from the action and my knees were burning pretty bad because of the hard floor. I just lay on my back next to her panting. I could feel the last few drops of my cum escape through my now-flaccid cock and drip on to my thighs. I nudged Amala and told her clean up. She immediately found a napkin to clean me up. I collected my lungi and left her room and had a nice deep sleep.

'Submission'

The next day was a holiday and I woke up like a kid after his birthday. I had a new toy and I was going to spend my weekend playing with it. I went to the bathroom wearing just my lungi where I found Amala washing clothes. My bathroom was narrow was structured such that first came the washbasin, then a shower area and then finally at the rear in a corner the WC. Between the basin and the shower area there was enough space for maids to wash clothes the Indian way by squatting on the floor.

She looked at me and I told her 'I need to pee'. On prior occasions she would leave the bathroom but this time I held her down by her shoulder and told her she could stay. I went to the pot and did my job standing with my back to her. I looked over my shoulder a couple of times but she was busy with the clothes. After I finished peeing I took a stool and squatted down facing her. She was wearing a red and white saree with a crimson blouse and petticoat. The only thing exposed were her legs below her knees. But her pallu was bunched up as usual and I could see her well endowed chest being restrained by a front closing, short sleeved blouse. I couldn't control myself. I placed my hand on her breast and pumped it a few times. She didn't respond and continued to look down and wash her clothes. I held her face by her chin and lifted it and asked her 'Why are you so shy?'. She didn't answer but smiled coyly.

Her nipples stoked my erection and I started rubbing myself over the lungi. She glanced at my hand and my crotch but continued her work. To distract her even more, I untied my lungi and lifted over my head. Now I was stark naked and my hand was nursing my angry lund. She kept looking at my crotch while trying to keep busy. I forcibly took her soapy hand and placed it on my dick. She let out a giggle but immediately wrested her hand free. It was great to feel her cool soapy fingers in the hot & humid Bombay climate. That gave me an idea. She had already filled a couple of buckets with water and so I took a pitcher and poured some water over myself. I gave her some soap and told her 'soap my body'. After some cajoling she agreed to set aside the clothes. She asked me to turn around and poured some water over my back and took some soap and started rubbing it in. The bathroom was filled with the tinkling of her glass bangles and the squishy sounds as her palms massaged my back. She did a thorough job of cleaning my shoulders and back all the way down to my butt crack. I turned around and she did my front also.

I noticed that a lot of water was getting splashed on her sari. I told her 'you'll wet your sari'. She promptly stood up and removed her sari to reveal her red blouse and petticoat. She sat down and continued washing my chest, pits and hands. I then stood up and turned around so she could work on my legs. She lightly soaped my buttocks but avoided my crack. By this time I was thoroughly enjoying her massage despite my erection. But when I turned around and saw her squatting on the floor, cleaning my calves, I felt a sudden surge of blood to my loins. From top I could only see a hint of cleavage but as any Indian man knows a sari blouse worn without a bra leaves very little to imagination. Her blouse had splashes of soap and water and was getting transparent in several places. After working on my calves she started massaging my thighs. I noticed her staring at my upturned cock several times.

Without prompting, she caught my sac in both her hands and starting soaping it so sensuously that a groan escaped my lips. Pretty soon she was giving me what I call a trademark Amala handjob -- one hand working my nuts and the other palm rubbing the underside of my shaft in slow and deliberate strokes. She was now kneeling on the bathroom floor and her jugs were proudly jutting out. She used a liberal amount of soap and had worked up lots of lather on my cock.

I told her 'suck'. She took the pitcher and poured water over my groin. Because she was kneeling, what ended up happening was that a lot of the water bounced off my body making her wet. I noticed she didn't care. So I took the pitcher from her, filled it with water and poured it over her chest. She squealed in surprised. Her blouse immediately became transparent and she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. I grabbed her by her hair and shoved my cock in her mouth. I took her hands and placed them over my buttocks. Trained as she was, she didn't need further directions. She dug her fingers deep and her head starting bobbing rhythmically as she worked my lund like a pro.

Meanwhile I kept pouring water over her till I emptied the bucket. I lifted her up and she stood in front me completely soaked from head to toe. Her blouse was transparent and despite the dark color I could clearly see the outlines of her nipples. Her petticoat was clinging to her body outlining her fleshy thighs and her mound. I undid her petticoat by opening the drawstring that was holding it up. It fell down to bathroom floor under its own weight with a big splash. I pulled her towards me and tugging at the top of her blouse with one hand I poured some water down her cleavage with the other. Her blouse overflowed from the top but some of it dribbled from the bottom. I undid her blouse and her hair and stood back to examine her.

Amala looked an absolute beauty standing full naked in my bathroom. Her wet hair fell all over her shoulders and drops of water were dripping from them on to her breasts where they collected around her black areolas and fell to the floor. She was looking at me with eyes that were both coy and expectant. She was covering her mound with one hand and the other hand was wrapped around her midsection holding on to the other elbow. I took that hand, put some soap on it and placed it on my cock. She grabbed it hungrily but instead of pumping my shaft she went straight for my nuts and lathered them thoroughly. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. I took her other arm and put it around my neck as out wet bodies met. Her soft breasts pressed against my ribs and my shaft poked her in her bush.

I went straight for her neck and started kissing and licking her all over her neck and shoulders. She giggled and squirmed in my arms as my actions tickled her. I was running my hands all over her back and grabbing her fleshy buns. She continued to stoke my lust with her 'ball-job'. I engulfed her in my arms and nibbled on her ear and kissed her cheek. I licked her shoulders and moved down to the rise of her breasts. I bit her all over her chest and rubbed my face between her tits and suckled and fondled them. Her right breast immediately gave up milk and started dripping. I went down on my knees and let my tongue trace circles around her deep navel. I invaded her nether region with my hand and it came out slick with her juices. I replaced my hands with my mouth and tasted her early morning juices. I heard a loud moan from Amala and she suddenly grabbed my hair with both her hands and started thrusting her groin in my face! After the initial shock I recovered and thrust my tongue out as far out as possible so that she could rub her labia & clitoral hood on my tongue. She bent her knees and rhythmically moved her hips. I was so aroused by this crude gesture from my docile maid that I drank all her juices even though it was a bit too strong for my taste.

After servicing her pussy for a few minutes I got up and gave her a deep kiss so that she would taste herself in my mouth. Then I turned her around and made her bend over. She held on to the bucket for support. I slipped one foot between her legs and pushed her legs apart. From this angle I could see her puckered asshole and the bottom of her mound was perfectly in line with my cock. Without any ceremonies I slammed all 7 inches of my meat into her waiting cunt. A loud 'aaaaaaah' escaped her mouth. I started banging her sloppy cunt. After a few strokes I heard rhythmic grunts of 'unnnghh', unnnghh'. Now let me tell you that Amala has a typical high-pitched voice normal to women. But the sounds that were coming from her mouth were more guttural and in fact primitive in nature. Her grunts were really driving me over the edge so I stopped and slapped her upturned ass as hard as I could, leaving dark red stripes in her dark brown skin. She squealed loudly but didn't ask me to stop. I alternated between fucking her and spanking her to make sure I lasted long enough. After some time her grunts became louder and more urgent. I guessed she was close to her climax, so I kept my pace and struggled not to come. At last she came with one loud uunnnnnnnnggghhh!! I saw her back spasm a couple of times and felt her cunt tighten on my cock.

Both of us were panting and she simple collapsed on the bathroom floor. But I wasn't done with her yet. I made her turn around and sit down with her back and head pressed against the wall. I told her 'open your mouth' and shoved my cock deep down her throat. I held her face in place by putting one hand on her head and one under her chin. Between the wall and my vise-like grip she could not move her head and I was in complete control. She gagged a couple of times but she understood my urgency and opened her mouth wide. As I was about to come I instructed her not to swallow. I shot a huge stream but somehow she managed to keep most of it in her mouth without swallowing. After I regained my composure I asked her open her mouth and spat several times mixing my saliva with my seed and then I asked her to drink up which she did dutifully. As my final act, I took a few gulps of fresh milk from her leaking right breast and left the bathroom after having had my morning shower and morning fuck.

That session pretty much set the tone of our sexual relationship -- she accepted being completely submissive to my demands. This didn't mean that I could take any liberty with her (for example she never allowed me to perform anal) but I did get to do pretty much whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted and however I wanted. It was much later that she let me know that she enjoyed giving herself up to me. Her initial reluctance was a fear that I would get violent with her (which her husband did on a regular basis) or I would pimp her out (which her husband tried to do). As for me, I never had any intentions of sharing this good fortune and she never gave me any reason to get angry enough to hurt her. But all this came later. For the first few weeks I was still nervously testing Amala's limits.

Further Submission

My apartment building was in a busy area with a lot of buildings around us and I could see into my neighbor's homes from every window in my home. This put a crimp in my style since we had to make sure that all windows/doors were closed before we did anything. Now friends, I, as most men, like some spontaneity. I don't like restricting sex to a night-time activity just before going to bed.

A few weeks into our affair and I was still unsure about initiating sex with Amala. Even though she never said no, I was a perfect gentleman by making sure she was not inconvenienced. But I wanted the freedom you have with your girlfriend or wife -- the freedom to simply grab your woman and fuck her right then and there.

Mumbai in the month of May is sweltering hot and humid. And working in the kitchen in front of the hot stove made you sweat. For that matter any household activity made you sweat. Even sitting under a fan made you sweat! Seeing Amala carry on her household chores was a huge turn on. Her blouse would perpetually have huge sweat patches under her pits, around the cleavage and on her back.

This is specific to India, but maids generally squat on the floor while they are sweeping or mopping. Amala would lift her sari plus petticoat to her knees before squatting which means her meaty shanks would always be visible. Watching this activity is very erotic as the woman has to contort her body in various positions as she takes a wet cloth in her hands and tries to clean every nook and cranny. Sometimes she is bending down displaying her cleavage and sometimes she is on all fours looking like a bitch waiting to be fucked. Anyone who knows what I am talking about knows exactly what a turn on this is. But of course it is also frustrating when you know you cannot do anything about it. In my case it was all the more frustrating since I could fuck her but I had to wait till evening when she was finished with her work.

It was on one such hot Sunday that I was overcome by the constant teasing. On that day, I was sitting on a chair in the hall watching Amala mop the floors. Both our bodies were covered with a film of perspiration. In her case, she was sweating more profusely because of her work. As she came to mop the floor below the chair I was sitting on, her pallu dropped a couple of times revealing her sweaty cleavage. I could see drops of sweat collect around her cleavage and trickle down into her blouse.

I was panting watching this awesome display and she saw me ogling at her but continued to tease me. This finally drove me over the edge. I grabbed the edge of her pallu and pulled it hard. She fell forward on her hands but since the sari was wrapped round her I wasn't able to get it off her. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and fright. I told her 'remove your clothes'. She launched into her usual saga of work that needed to be done. The more she talked the more pissed off I got. Finally, I removed my lungi, showed her my hard-on and shouted at her 'Can't you see I am hard? Quickly remove your clothes or I will tear them off'. She looked apprehensively at the open window. I asked her to go and shut it. She did that and came back and stood next to me, her pallu dragging on the floor.

Her braless tits were heaving in her tight, sweat-patched blouse due to a combination of the heat and anticipation of being fucked. Our eyes met and I could see the raw lust in the eyes of my sexy Bengali woman. I asked her to remove her blouse and I grabbed her pallu and removed her saree. I undid the knot of my lungi and asked her to remove it over my head. As she bent over me to do that, her bare chest came within striking distance of my eager mouth and I grabbed onto one of her breasts and started suckling it. I put my hands under her petticoat and found she was not completely wet. I was like a kid in a candy store. I wanted to drink her milk and fuck her. Finally my penis won. I was too eager to wait for her to lubricate and so I took some hair oil and coated my penis. I slid down on the sofa and spread my legs. I turned her around and lifted her petticoat and told her to put my cock inside her. She bent over and took my cock in her hand and aimed it at her cunt. As she sat down my cock parted her lips and entered her burning hot vagina. Since she was new to this position, she just sat with my cock all the way in her and waited for me to respond. I put her hands on my knees and told her to balance her weight on them. This caused her to lean forward. I grabbed her delicious ass and lifted her off my cock.

Amala was a quick learner and she understood that she will be in charge in this position. Within seconds, she was bouncing on my cock like a pro. Within minutes, she had worked up a thick layer of froth on my cock. Her years of hard and grueling work were working to my advantage. Unlike some of the other women I have been with, Amala did not tire easily. Her strong back and legs kept going while I sat back and enjoyed the spectacle of my disappearing/reappearing cock. I undid her hair which fell on her back in neat little spirals. I grabbed her meaty hips and licked her slim and sexy back. Finally I took my hands in front and started squeezing and milking her bouncing jugs. As if nature somehow transmitted that I was playing with his food source, her little boy started suddenly started crying. I never interfered with her maternal duties so I let her go. I tried to calm myself down but even after 5 minutes my cock was still eager and pulsating. From her room, the sound of her crying child had stopped but no sign of Amala.

I went naked into her room and saw that she was sitting on the floor still in her petticoat with her kid latched on her teat. That scene was such a turn-on that I went and sat behind her, my legs around her and continued kissing and licking her back. I located the knot of her petticoat's drawstring and opened it. My hands moved to her front. One of the pinched and twisted her erect nipples while the other one dove into her petticoat loosening the drawstring as it went along. She lifted her child off her lap to give that hand more access. I sat up on my knees as I tried to locate her clitoris. My cock was now trying to dig a hole in the middle of her back. In this position, I also had access to her neck, earlobes and her smooth, strong shoulders.

I launched a four way assault -- my cock rubbing her back, my mouth kissing, licking and biting her earlobes, neck and shoulders, one of my hands milking her free breast and the other one messing her clitoris. This attack must have provoked a battle between Amala the mother and Amala the woman. Very soon, the woman won and she ran her hand through my hair and pulled it hard launching her own attack by kissing and biting my face. I asked her to put the kid aside and made her lie on her back and yanked her petticoat off her making her completely naked. But the kid woke up immediately! She turned on her side, slid the kid towards her and once again put her teat in his mouth. With Amala sleeping on her side, missionary sex was not going to happen but I was desperate. So I lifted her leg that was on top and tucked it into her chest. I told her to hold on to it with her hand and I immediately sat down on her other leg and pushed my cock into her cunt. It was tight squeeze and there wasn't a lot of room to maneuver -- I had to squat on my knees and keep her hips parted with my hands to get some kind of a thrusting action. I knew I couldn't last long because the friction was just too much as I scissored her. Plus seeing her in this position -- performing two womanly duties simultaneously -- was too much for me to take. Our eyes were locked throughout and with one final thrust I finally came inside her, releasing rope after rope of cum deep inside her.

She did not raise any alarm about our unprotected copulation and I didn't care. She just kept looking into my eyes as my spasms finally ended. Her gaze told me that she had really accepted me as her man. Even though inconvenienced, she would take care of all my needs day in and day out. This she did for the remainder of our time together without ever voicing it. She just took it upon her as her duty to keep me happy. During the first few weeks there was a lot of trepidation on her part when it came to sex. I was snapping because I didn't get enough and she was scared that I would turn brutal just like her husband. But she realized a couple of things. One that even though I lost my temper I was never violent and two that she could quickly soothe my anger using her voluptuous body.

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Amala found it unusual that I would want her during the day especially when she was working. Her husband would only touch her at night, usually after he was drunk and he insisted that she took a bath right before the act. So she found it strange that her sweaty and her musky smell body would turn me on. But she did come to accept and in fact enjoy my sex-on-demand nature. And she didn't mind me banging her in front of her son.

I ended up fucking her in every room in my flat in every position. Sex was just a snap away. All I had to do was to lift my lungi or grab her tit and she would drop everything and make herself available. I loved knowing that she was at my beck and call. Plus I did change the way she groomed herself. She started keeping her fingernails and toenails in impeccable condition. They were always cut short and kept clean on a daily basis. I also bought her razors, toothbrushes, soaps, lotions, napkins and other beauty & **censored** products. She started applying lotion to reduce the calluses after years of hard labor. I asked her to keep her pits clean and smooth for me. I liked her pubes as is although she did start trimming them on a more frequent basis. Luckily she was relatively hairless on her legs, arms and other parts of her torso. I didn't buy her any deodorants as her musky smell was a huge turn on for me. She always oiled her thick wavy hair and I asked her to stop that. She fought with me on that one and finally we agreed that she wouldn't oil on weekends. She always kept her hair tied in a bun and I encouraged her to leave her hair open or plait them. I asked her to wear bangles on a daily basis especially during our lovemaking sessions as I like the tinkling sound.

Amala constantly amazed me with her totally obedient and submissive behavior. But of course, she was docile but not stupid. Friends, women are very observant and they quickly recognize a man's weakness. One thing she figured out was my weakness for women wearing just a petticoat and blouse. Whenever she was horny she would walk around wearing her most transparent blouse and petticoat and some jewelry including bangles. If she wanted to be bitch-fucked she would wear her hair open or plait them since I had a habit of grabbing her hair in that position. She was too shy to ask for sex and this was the closest she got to demanding something from me. During her periods, she would dress up in the best of clothes to let me know that she was not ready for me. But then it was also an indication that I was going to receive delicious blow-jobs.

I constantly tested her level of obedience. Sometimes I would ask her to serve me breakfast in the nude and sometimes I would cut holes in her blouse where her nipples would poke out. I bought her a pair of open nipple bra and crotchless panties. Towards the end when sex got routine I became more and more kinky. I loved to come on her cleavage. At the climax of my blowjob/handjob session she would dip my cock into her décolletage and I would flood her blouse with my seed. I would then make her wear the same blouse to work.

And the one thing that I never got tired of was her blowjobs. Her technique was world class. The way she played with my balls or rubbed my shaft or licked the head was unbelievable. But it was her intensity, care and willingness to please me that drove me over the edge. When she was sucking me nothing could distract her. Whether my groin was sweaty after a workout or my shaft was covered with our fuck-juice, she would take it all. She never complained about overgrown hair or smell like my wife now does! If I told her to suck she would suck me till I came. Plus there was no fuss about semen. She was comfortable with the smell, taste and texture. Unlike some of the other women who throw a tantrum if they are asked to swallow, Amala was ever willing to drink my cum.

Of course all good things came to an end. And in my case they came to a strange end. Our affair lasted a good nine months and during the last 5 months or so we simply gave up on protection. I liked to feel her hot velvety cunt envelope my cock and she liked the feel of my hot seed filling her up. Our constant copulation led to Amala becoming pregnant. But before I even came to know she was pregnant we decided it was best for her to move out. A lot of people had come to know about her living at a bachelor's apartment and now the open sneers were becoming a nuisance. She moved to a low rent slum a few kilometers from my apartment. She still worked for me till she was 5 months pregnant and before the tummy started to show. I knew it was mine and she knew that I knew. However I never brought up the topic and she never claimed any rights for her unborn child. I told her to switch her entire clientele to avoid the scandal. She stopped coming to my house.

I never saw my baby daughter till I moved to my own apartment where she had a client. By then I was already engaged. She introduced me to my daughter and I forced her to accept a huge sum of money. I invited both of them in my house and while the little girl watched TV, her biological parents reignited old passions in the bedroom. Amala would stop by occasionally to fulfill my needs till I got married. I told her that my future wife was not very keen on sucking my cock or drinking my seed. She felt pity on her old lover and would service me several times a week just like old times. We did it even after my wife moved in but very infrequently. By the time our daughter was four, she moved to a completely different part of the city and we moved to another country. I haven't seen them since.

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I've always been shy and socially awkward. Really, not just socially awkward, but socially anxious, even fearful. The thought of having to talk to people frightens me. Along with all that I have very low self-esteem that crushes all my hopes for changing anything for the better. So I've had very few friends and no romantic partners. Not that my life is horrible. Being valedictorian and starting college at sixteen can give an ego boost. But then being short, small, thin, frail, and withdrawn among a university of men all bigger and more manly than I'll ever be squashes any of that pride.

Still, I pushed myself and by the time I turned nineteen I was in my last year of undergraduate work with majors in biology and math, and a strong minor in computer science. I was going to do research that anyone around me could never comprehend. I already had. But despite all that I would have traded it all just to be able to talk to girls. Well, that's not true. I would have traded it all to be able to fuck girls. I was obsessed with it. I thought about fucking constantly. I had never had sex. At the age of nineteen I was still a virgin. I hadn't touched a girl. I hadn't even kissed a girl. I could barely speak to them. I was a mess. Social anxiety and the physique of a twelve year old boy aren't what any woman is looking for in a romantic partner.

So my first time having intercourse came as a surprise to me. It would have come as a surprise to the woman too if she had been awake for it. My first time was a *****. Of course it was. Looking back there was no other way it could have happened. I remember that night fondly.

It was just past three a.m. and I was wide awake. Unlike most of the other students at the university awake that night having fun, I was sitting at the kitchen table with an almost empty mug of coffee beside me, my Abstract Algebra book open, and a mine field of crumpled up paper scattered around me. It was a Friday night and everyone else was having fun, while I was doing homework. So, it was a typical Friday night for me.

"I didn't sign up for this," I grumbled and then immediately corrected myself. I had signed up for it. I just hadn't known what I was getting myself into.

"Fuck football and fuck Russell," I yelled and shoved my book across the table, knocking more paper onto the floor.

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed to release the tension. I laid my glasses on the table and rubbed my eyes. My eyes were always sore from sleeping too little and staring at books and computer screens too much.

Then, I heard a thump at the front door of the apartment followed by giggling and a loud voice barely muffled by the door. I sighed deeply and considered going to my own bedroom to avoid my roommate coming home from wherever he had been all night, but decided to sit there, wanting him to see me still awake, still studying, working hard, and all because of him.

I put my glasses back on quickly without hooking them behind my ears. I pulled my book towards me and sat up straight, trying to look like I was still engrossed in my work. I heard him fumbling with the key in the lock and considered opening it for him, but discarded the thought. Let the asshole get his drunk ass in himself. I helped him enough.

I heard him talking to someone and heard a quiet laugh again. He was with a girl. I immediately sat up straight and felt my stomach tighten. It wasn't rare for him to bring a girl home with him and I should have figured he would that night. He was the star running back for our team. Girls threw themselves at him like he was a rock star, all of them gorgeous, girls I could barely make myself look at but ogled as best I could when their backs were turned. My heart was hammering in my chest as I wished I had gone to my own bedroom when I'd heard him. Now I was going to have to sit there while Russel and some gorgeous girl laughed at me for studying on a Friday night. I tensed at just the thought of it. I considered quickly scuttling off to my bedroom when I heard the lock slide back and the door was shoved open.

I looked away, searching for the paper I was writing on just a minute ago. I pulled it towards me and grabbed for the pencil but it spun from between my fingers and fell on the floor.

"What a spaz," Russell laughed as he entered the room. "He's always dropping and breaking shit."

I tried to pretend I hadn't heard him and bent over to get the pencil. My glasses slipped from my face and fell on the floor. Russell laughed again, joined by the girl this time, a high mocking laugh that dripped with the disgust she felt for me.

"Dammit," I hissed to myself. I squinted to locate my glasses and leaned out of the chair to pick them up.

I put the glasses on and as I was sitting back down Russell slammed the door closed loudly making me jump, causing my elbow to bump my coffee mug, knocking it on the ground, bouncing and spinning, spraying the bit of coffee across the carpet.

They both broke out in laughter. I felt my face burning and clamped my teeth together to stop them from chattering. I couldn't look at them, too embarrassed to let them see my face, and just sat there letting their laughter fall on me, pounding on my head and shoulders. People were always laughing at me.

I went to the kitchen for a roll of paper towels, stepping on wadded up pieces of paper. As I turned around I kept my head down so I could barely see them standing by the closed door, leaning against the wall, looking at me. Laughing at me.

I dropped to my knees, picked up the coffee mug, and placed it on the table. I unrolled some paper towels and began sopping up the coffee.

"My roomie's always good for a laugh," Russell bellowed.

"Glad I could amuse you," I stammered, hearing my voice cracking, losing any of the anger I wanted him to hear. I even spoke like a wimpy loser.

I saw his feet out of the corner of my eye as he walked towards the kitchen table. I hoped he wasn't going to sit down and mess up my papers and books. I wanted him to just take his girl to his room and leave me alone.

"You're still up studying?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

I pressed more paper towels into the carpet when she walked towards me. I saw a pair of brown leather ankle boots. I looked up her long bare legs to the very short blue denim mini-skirt and tight pink long-sleeved shirt that left her flat stomach bare, a ring glittered from her belly button. I turned my head back down before I saw her face, hoping she didn't seem me staring up at her, already feeling that lustful heat in my gut and groin from just the sight of those legs and stomach, that bare flesh that looked so soft. My head was buzzing as I soaked up the last of the coffee spill.

Russell said something but I didn't hear it.

"What?" I asked, trying to sound exasperated, but knowing I just sounded confused.

"Did you finish my paper for tomorrow?" he asked again.

I picked up the clump of soiled paper towels and stood up, my eyes on the ground so I couldn't see him.

"Yes, I did it first thing tonight," I said. "Now I'm working on my own homework."

"Thanks, man," he said, actually sounding thankful. He always made it hard me for to hate him.

"I printed it out and put it on your desk in your room where I always do," I said.

I walked into the small kitchenette and threw away the paper towels.

"The paper about the condoms right? The Trojans?" he said, then laughed at himself.

"The Trojan war," I said, knowing he was joking but unable to stop myself from correcting him anyway. "The Iliad..."

I turned around to give him a quick lesson on Homer's Iliad, but stopped when I saw the girl wobbling next to him.

At a university of at least 50,000 students there were the people you seem to always cross paths with or people that you notice in the crowd, and she was the one I noticed in any crowd and was always looking for. She had an incredible body with curves that I had only seen in movies and magazines, and she seemed to enjoy showing them off by wearing low cut blouses, pants that didn't even cover her hips, and skirts that just barely covered her perfect round ass. I stared at her anytime I saw her, even followed her from a distance, just to watch her hips and butt move as she walked.

She had her hand resting on Russell's shoulder, trying to look casual, but actually using him for support. Her eyes were half-closed and not as much staring at me as looking around me. Still, even drunk or stoned or whatever she was she looked gorgeous as ever. She had on dark red lipstick, pink blush, and blue eye shadow that melted into her green eyes. Her auburn hair flowed in long waves down to her bare shoulders and long neck. Her round firm cleavage pushed up and out of her tight shirt that barely covered her torso, just wrapped around her breasts, leaving the top of her breasts and her stomach bare. The opening at the neck plunged down so I could easily see she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Whatever, man," Russell said, forcing my eyes to him. "Thanks for writing it."

"That's my job," I squeaked and sat back down at the table.

"I feel a little dizzy," she said, leaning into Russell.

"Then sit down here," he said.

He lead her to the couch and she fell onto it. He sat down next to her and sighed deeply. She wrapped her arms around his arm and laid her head on his shoulder.

"What the hell did you take at that party?" he asked her.

"I don't know," she mumbled, her long auburn hair covering her face. "Angela had some pills and gave me some."

"You shouldn't take whatever people give you," he said. "That's just stupid."

"Whatever... dad," she said, laughing to herself, and leaned back against the couch.

"I'm not being your dad, just... whatever," he said, sounding exasperated.

"He's right," I said, feeling I had to force the words out of my restricted throat. "You need to be careful with that stuff. You never know what could happen."

"Fuck both of you," she mumbled. Her head was laying back against the couch with her eyes closed. My eyes traced the length of her long neck down to her breasts.

"Kids, today, eh?" Russell said to me and smiled.

I forced a smile back at him.

"Hope we're not bothering you," he said to me.

"No, it's fine," I heard myself say. "I should probably go to bed anyway."

"Hope we're not running you out of here. You can hang out with us if you want to," he said.

"I don't care," I said and pushed myself to my feet. "I'm going to my room to try to get some sleep."

"We'll keep it down," he said and grinned, showing that they probably wouldn't keep it down.

Before I turned away I looked at her slouching on the couch with her head still laid back, her arms laying slack to her sides, her left leg hooked over his right leg, spreading her thighs so I could see far up her short denim skirt to her tiny pink thong. I felt heat rising on my face again, angry that this girl I had lusted after so much was here in my apartment and my roommate was about to fuck her.

I went to my bedroom and closed the door. The one, and probably only, benefit to living with Russell was the on-campus apartment we got with two bedrooms and a small kitchen/living area. Most of those apartments had two people to each bedroom but Russell and I each got our own bedroom. The apartment was small compared to those off campus, but with only two people it was the nicest place to live on campus.

For the privilege of living in such comfort and for having my tuition and housing **censored** for I had to help Russel with his school work. Of course I didn't really help him. I just did his work. I was bitter about it, but looking back have to admit it was a good deal and Russel really wasn't such a bad guy. In his place I'd have done everything he did, if not more.

Once the bedroom door was closed I stood in the middle of the room and stewed in my own anger and resentment. It was one thing to lust after this girl, watch her around campus, and masturbate about her later, but a whole other thing to have her there in the next room, spread out like a whore ready for my roommate to use her as he wanted. I wanted to be the one in there with her. I sighed to myself thinking that if I was in there with her I probably wouldn't do anything. I'd be too afraid.

"You're such a fucking pussy," I whispered, balling my hand in a fist.

I flopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I knew I'd never be with a girl like her. I wasn't a jock. I was a skinny, awkward geek. I didn't even really want to be with a girl like her. I just wanted to fuck her. Truthfully I wanted her to want me, but I knew that wouldn't happen, and so instead of being at parties and bringing her home I was doing homework all night and then laying in bed alone.

I opened my pants and begin playing with myself. I closed my eyes and pictured her how I saw her out there in that tight shirt and skirt, her breasts pushed together with that deep cleavage I wanted to lick, the flow of her hips and waist, her long legs and firm thighs, those ankle boots that seemed to belong on my shoulders. I imagined myself going out there, Russell having gone to his room alone, and her looking at me, sitting up straight on the couch now, watching me, and I could see the lust in her eyes, she wanted me, "I've seen you around campus," she said, "I've seen you watching me," and I just nod and smile at her, I don't say anything, and I sit next to her and she puts her leg over my leg and leans towards me, her cleavage right under my face and we kiss deeply and I touch her breasts and I touch her thigh and I can feel how she wants me.

Then I stopped jerking off and sighed to myself. "She'd never want you," I whispered, snapped out of my own fantasy. I closed my pants and stood up, letting the erection go away.

I decided to just get ready for bed. I needed to go to the bathroom but it was off of the main room so I would have to interrupt Russell and his date. I stood by my bedroom door and held my breath, listening for any noise in the outer room. I heard nothing and thought that maybe they had gone to his room. I opened the door slowly, trying to not make a noise.

I almost closed the door again when I heard Russell sigh loudly. I looked into the room and saw him sitting on the couch, his pants and underwear pushed down his thighs with her still sitting next to him, but leaning over him, her head at his crotch. He held her head as it moved up and down over his lap. I felt the skin along my scrotum tighten and a shiver across my arms.

I ducked back in the room, hiding behind the door, my hand gripping the doorknob tightly. I stared across my room but was still seeing them on the couch, her head moving up and down rhythmically, her hair dangling down around his thighs, his hands gripping the back of her head, as if caught in an infinite loop, over and over again. I stood still, holding the door slightly ajar, hearing him groaning louder now, and wondered what to do.

Part of me was angry. I knew he would fuck her, fuck the girl I had obsessed so much about already, but seeing him doing it, doing it so flagrantly right in our living room, where he knew I could see them, knew I would definitely hear them, and him knowing I had a thing for her, and even joked with me about it, showing his arrogance as well as his lack of basic consideration to me, made me angry. I imagined myself walking in there, yelling at him, making a scene, but I knew I would never actually do that. Plus, even with that anger, I was also very aroused by it. Yes, I wanted her and had wanted her for some time, but it wasn't like I was in love with her. I had dreamt of being with her like that so many times and someone was, and right there in my living room. I had lusted after her for so long, and lust is a basic emotion, and very difficult to ignore.

I leaned forward and, worried they might have noticed me, barely peeked out around the door. Down the short hallway from my bedroom and past the front door I could see the couch against the far living room wall. They were still at it. Russel was looking down at her, seeming to lift her head up and down. She was leaning over him awkwardly, her legs spread wide, pulling at her tight skirt, one hand gripping the top of the couch, the other hand holding his knee for support.

It almost looked like he was forcing her to suck him. She was making muffled grunts and her arms were straining as if she was trying to push herself away and he was holding her head in his lap, lifting her head up just to push it back down. Then, he held her head down, almost pressing her face into his lap, and her back arched, trying to pull away, like she was gagging on him, and he just pushed his hips up a bit and groaned loudly.

"Yeah, you can take it, girl," he said.

Then, he lifted her head up all the way and she sucked in air deeply.

"Russel, take it easy," she slurred, wiping a hand across her wet mouth. "I thought I was going to throw up. I already don't feel good."

"I'm sorry, you just really turn me on," he said with a grin.

I could see why she was having trouble. His large dick stood up, erect and long, glistening from her saliva. That she hadn't thrown up from that length of penis in her mouth and throat was amazing in itself.

"Here, lay down, let me see that pussy," he said and pushed her back on the couch.

She laid down on the couch, her head on the arm rest, as he pulled her legs up onto his lap. He pushed his pants and underwear off and then lifted one leg up onto the couch to sit between her legs. She drew her knees up and spread them wide, opening her thighs for him. I couldn't help but see myself as the one sitting between her legs right then, looking down those thighs into her skirt.

I groaned and said, "Oh god." Russel started to turn his head and I quickly leaned back into my room and closed the door. I held the door closed, holding my breath, wondering if he had noticed, wondering what I should do. I reached over and flipped off the light switch and stood still in the dark, listening, wondering if I should creep back to my bed in case he checked.

Then, I heard him say something and laugh softly and figured he was too involved with her to notice me. I twisted the doorknob quietly and opened the door again, glad the light was off now, making it harder for him to see the open door and me looking out.

Russel was definitely not looking at me. He was looking intently between her legs, sliding his hands up and down her firm thighs. She sighed, her head tilted back on the arm rest with her eyes closed. He slid his hands down her thighs, pushing her skirt up as his hands slipped beneath it. He lifted her hips up a bit and then pulled her panties down her thighs, over her knees, and over one boot, leaving them dangling off her other boot. He placed his hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart.

I looked at her face and thought she would look like she was sleeping if it wasn't for the small sounds and movements she made every time he touched her. She definitely wanted him but was too out of it to do much but let him do what he wanted. I felt my stomach tremble at that thought, picturing myself having her like his, spread open before me, wanting me, and letting me have her however I wanted.

Russel pressed his hands to her inner thighs, pushing one leg against the back of the couch and the other leg wide, both her knees in the air. He lowered his head between her legs, her skirt barely pushed up enough that he could run his tongue up her pussy slowly. She sighed and squirmed, dropping her arms back over the armrest. Russel licked up and down her pussy, the tip of his tongue pressing between her labia, flicking at her clitoris. He brought his knees under his chest to kneel between her legs, placing her knees on his shoulders, her boots laying on his back, and slid his hands under her butt and lifted up slightly to dive into her pussy, licking and sucking. Her eyes closed. She moaned and moved as if she was trying to get away from him but could barely move. Her red lips parted and she gasped as he sucked her clit between his lips and flicked it repeatedly with his tongue.

I opened the door wider and leaned out more, intently watching them, my eyes moving from watching his head moving between her firm luscious thighs on his back to her chest rising and falling, her breasts pushing hard against that tight pink shirt, her nipples sticking out hard, her smooth tanned hips barely visible with her bunched up skirt moving with his tongue and hands, and her face seemingly stuck between confusion and ecstasy. Her arms dangled from the arm rest at either side of her head, her fingers trying to grab at her long hair draped over the armrest and down the side of the couch.

Then, Russel suddenly stopped, sat up, let her legs slide down, and sat back on the couch. He looked at her, laying there completely exposed, and stroked his already erect cock.

"You want me now, girl?" he asked.

"No," she murmured and shook her head.

"No?" he asked with a grin. "You feel like you're ready?"

"Yes," she said and licked her lips, her eyes fluttering open before closing again.

I didn't know if she was asleep and dreaming or just too out of it to know what was going on.

Russel sat up, leaned over her, and slid his hands up her hips to her stomach, slipping under her shirt until he cupped her breasts. He laid his hips down between her legs and ground into her as he rubbed her breasts.

"No," she whispered and shook her head slowly, even as her hips churned beneath him.

Russel grinned and then bent down to kiss her hard. Her mouth opened a bit, either forced open by his mouth or kissing him back. He put one arm under her head and kissed her deeply as he moved his hips against her, rubbing his cock against her hips and pussy, his other hand pulling at her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

"You want it?" he said into her mouth.

She only moaned back, either a protest or acceptance, possibly neither.

He sat back up and pulled his shirt off, making me cringe. His extremely athletic physique intimidated me and made me realize once again why it was him on the couch with her and not me. His chest, stomach, and arms looked to be chiseled out of granite, hard and bulging from his skin. Girls dreamt of running their fingers over a body like that. He picked his pants off the floor and pulled a condom wrapper out of the pocket. He ripped open the package and then rolled the condom down his cock.

 

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He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, her head falling to the couch cushion, leaving her arms and hair dangling over the armrest. He pushed her legs apart, one foot falling to the floor and her other foot resting on the couch, her knee pointed in the air and pressed against the back of the couch. He climbed over her, bringing his body down to hers, his hands on either side of her, and hovered over her, his cock between her thighs pointed down and towards her. He looked down into her face, her eyes closed, lips parted and breathing deeply.

"I wasn't planning on doing this with you tonight, but damn you were just all over me," he said, surprising me. Why else would he hook up with her and bring her here if not to have sex with her?

He reached down between their bodies, holding himself over her with one muscled arm. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip over her pussy, between her labia, spreading her wetness.

"No," she sighed and shook her head once slowly. She lifted one arm and pressed it weakly against his shoulder. Then she sighed and arched her back as he started rubbing the underside of his penis over her clit, stroking it back and forth, his hand holding it in place.

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"I know you like that," he said, smiling to himself.

Her hand slid down his shoulder and grabbed his upper arm, feeling the muscles bulging from holding himself over her. He moved his hips back and forth slowly, rubbing against her clit, and she raised her hips up to meet him, to rub back against him. Russel moved his hand down further between her legs and she let out a soft cry when he inserted a finger into her.

"You're definitely wet and ready, girl," he said.

"No," she said again, her hips turned up towards him and her hand grabbing his arm tightly.

The couch squeaked as Russel's knees pressed into it and he scooted back, lowering his hips to hers, grabbing his penis and directing it towards her. I stared at the small space between their hips where his body seemed to already be joined to hers and looked up their bodies, her denim skirt bunched up on her hips, her chest rising and falling heavily, her shirt pushed up over her breasts, her head turned to the side. Then I looked to his face which was turned towards me, seeming to be looking right at me. I looked into his eyes and was still, my hand clutching the doorknob, wanting to slam the door shut in case he saw me, but knowing the movement would alert him. Then, he turned away from me and looked down between their bodies. If he had seen me, then he hadn't shown it.

He moved his hips forward and down, the shaft of his penis disappearing behind her hip and thigh and I could tell from his groan that he'd penetrated her. She squealed softly, a confused frown on her face, and pushed against his arm. He held the root of his cock in his fingers and moved his hips back and forth in small motions, pushing into her slowly and smoothly.

"Nooo...," she said and pushed her hand against his shoulder hard.

Russel leaned forward, forcing her to bend her arm, and then jabbed his hips forward, shoving himself into her, grunting loudly, as she whimpered and arched her back. He brought his arm up from between their bodies, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her arm down to the couch. She used her other arm to push him back and he grabbed it and pinned it down too, now holding both her hands down on either side of her head. She struggled against him weakly, arching her back, pulling at her arms. She lifted her legs, her boots knocking futily against his legs and hips. Her elbows pointed into the air as she tried to free her wrists from his hands. He held himself over her, his arms straight, his back arched, his pelvis pressed against her writhing hips. She lifted her legs up on either side of him, her thighs pressing against his waist, either trying to pull him down onto her or stop him from going further and I could see the shaft of his penis sunk into her pussy, only an inch or two still waiting to enter her, his pubic hair brushing against her. He held himself still, not moving, just holding her down, letting her push against him and struggle, her body squirming around his engorged cock.

He moaned as she bucked her hips, her boots pressed to his butt, making his cock move out of her some then sink down to its full depth. She cried out and shook her head, her eyes closed tightly, her hair whipping to the side.

"No," she said again softly, then lay still beneath him, her face turned to the back of the couch, her thighs still gripping him and her feet laying on top of his thighs.

"That's it," Russel groaned as he started moving his hips in short slow thrusts, pushing himself into her, pressing her hips down into the couch, then pulling back just enough for the couch to lift her body, then pushing down and into her again.

I watched just a couple of inches of the root of his cock moving in and out of her, her pussy seeming to cling to him, and I felt I was painfully hard and shifted my erection in my underwear and pants so it was pointing up and I could trace my finger up and down the sensitive underside of my penis through my clothes.

Russel started fucking her faster, making the old couch springs squeak loudly compressed by his thrusts then rebounding back as he raised his hips, creating a clockwork machine of squeaking springs and pumping flesh. She lay still beneath him, her hands still pinned down as he held himself over her, her face turned away, her legs still gripping his waist, seeming to urge him on, like the upper half of her body was passive to his thrusting while her lower half was coiled beneath him and around him, pulling him in to her.

My erection was so hard it strained against my clothes and I kept rubbing it harder, tracing the outline through my pants. I frantically unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out, sighing at the relief from the pressure, and encircled it with my hand, stroking and rubbing as I watched Russel intently.

He dropped a foot onto the ground, giving him leverage as he started really pumping in and out of her, lifting his body off of her and curling his hips, plowing into her in long hard thrusts, shoving her body limply back and forth on the couch. He drew his other knee up on the couch, trying to really shove into her. She made low soft grunts, barely audible to me from where I stood hiding in the doorway. With his body hunched over her, she tried to lift her arms and he shoved them back down. She squirmed one last time and then lay still beneath him, her face turned to gaze up over his head, shaking with his powerful thrusts.

Her boots lay placidly on his hard pumping butt, her bare thighs clenching his sides and waist. I could see the length of his cock sliding from her and entering her again and again. His head was turned down, watching their bodies, watching his own toned and muscled body flexing and clenching, coiling and uncoiling as he thrust his hips back and forth, watching himself sliding in and out of her.

I grabbed my penis in my hand and pumped it vigorously, feeling so much harder than ever before, and surprisingly hot. I stopped stroking it and just held it tightly in my fist, squeezing it until the head felt swollen to double its normal size.

"You are fuckin' hot," Russel suddenly said in a panting breath.

He was looking down at her body laid beneath him, jostling with his strong thrusts, and he was right. She was incredibly hot. Her shirt was pushed up baring her flat stomach undulating as her hips were pushed back and forth by his thrusting hips. Her breasts rocked in firm circles inside of her shirt, her cleavage threatening to burst out of the top, her nipples poking hard through the material. Her toned legs were curled against his waist, her denim skirt bunched around her hips, and her taut butt squirming as he crashed into her again and again.

"If it wasn't for those few beers I'd have come already," he panted and chuckled to himself.

I thought to myself that I'd have surely come already if I was him. I corrected myself knowing I would never be him. That would never be me on top of her, inside of her. I would never be that lucky.

"Whew," Russel sighed and stopped, leaving his cock halfway inside of her. He panted for breath and sat up, still holding her wrists and lifting her arms with him. Her arms were limp in his grip and she lay still beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

He sat there for a bit, looking at her, admiring his dick inside of her. He moved his hips in a couple of short quick thrusts, watching it move in and out of her. He dropped one of her arms to the side and wiped his face with his shirt sleeve. Her arm lay there limp. Then, her legs slid down, one foot falling to the floor with her knee laying to the side, and her other foot on the couch with her knee in the air against the back of the couch. Her head fell to the side, almost facing me, her eyes closed and lips parted.

Russel looked down at her, watching her. He let her other arm fall off the side of the couch limply. He grabbed her bare waist with his hands and slid them up and down the nude skin of her stomach, waist, and sides.

"You passing out on me, girl?" he asked.

There was no reply.

He slid his hands up her body and grabbed her breasts through her shirt. He fondled them and squeezed them hard. She gave no response. He slid his hands under her shirt and did the same but harder and she didn't even twitch.

"Guess you took too many of them pills," he said.

He pushed her shirt up over her breasts and they came bouncing out, making me sigh loud enough that I immediately covered my mouth with my free hand, watching Russel to see if he heard me. He didn't look to me at all, too engrossed in the site of those firm tits. His hands were cupping them underneath, barely holding them, letting their weight lay in his hands.

"Goddamn," he sighed, and I had to agree with him again. Her breasts were round and firm with small pink hard nipples.

He massaged them, one in each hand, squeezing them individually then pressing them together, getting rougher as his fingers dug into the soft flesh. He started moving his hips again, his cock entirely inside of her and just stroking deep within her, the couch sighing beneath his slow manipulations. Her nipples were soft pink protrusions on large tanned mounds, pointing up hard and rigid, and I licked my lips imagining licking them and sucking on them. As if hearing my thoughts, Russel did just that. He dove down grabbing one breast in a wide open mouth, sucking it in, then letting it go to bounce back into his hand. He did the same to the other breast, then pressed his face between them and mashed them to his face with his hands. He made some deep groans and jabbed his cock into her, breathing in the scent between those luscious breasts.

I imagined myself between those breasts like that, smelling her, licking sweat from her warm flesh, and felt my cock surge in my deathlike grip. Precum dribbled onto my fingers and I wiped my hand on my pants.

Russel suddenly sat up and grabbed her legs, lifting them up as if they weighed nothing to him. He put her boots on his shoulders and then leaned over her, putting his hands on either side of her shoulders, his hands gripping the sides of the couch cushion. Her knees fell almost to her chest and he pressed his arms in tightly, holding her legs on his shoulders. He brought both legs onto the couch and pressed his knees into the cushion, his hips now pressed down tightly to her hips and butt.

"You need a hard fucking, girl," he said and then delivered.

He started fucking her really hard. First he raised his hips up and then smashed them down hard once, adjusted his hips and legs, getting maximum penetration, then started really hammering her, pounding in and out of her, lifting almost the full length of his thick long member from her then plunging it down into her, ramming into her, slamming his hips down onto her butt. He started panting immediately at the fast pace, joined by the loud smack of his skin against hers and the loud squeaking of the rigid couch springs. His body was a tight line from shoulders to butt, straining muscles clenching and pulsing, as he lifted his hips and shoved them back down. His feet pressed against the couch arm, his knees dug into the couch cushion, searching for something to push against to push back into her.

Her body was shoved down and sprang back up again and again. Her breasts rocked and swayed. Her head shook with the rough jostling, jammed against the other couch arm, her hair spilled across her face. Her boots stuck straight up in the air over his head, the high pointed heels pointing to the ceiling. Her butt was pressed into the couch with each thrust, his hips pressed down on her tightly, her knees bouncing up and down, brushing against her breasts.

I started pumping my hard erection in a tight grip, my eyes moving from the cock plunging in and out of her, to the different parts of her body shaking with the hard fucking. I looked at her face to see if she would waken, but there was no acknowledgement of the powerful fucking her body was taking. Her eyes were closed. The only signs that she might be feeling it, and enjoying it, were the soft moans coming from her parted lips and the wetness seeping from her pussy, coating his thrusting cock.

"Fuck, you are tight, girl," he panted.

Sweat dripped from his face and onto her chest. He seemed like he was so close to coming already and trying to push himself towards it. His whole body was tensed, muscles flexing hard, slamming in and out of her at a hectic rhythm like he was pushing himself to a hard-fought orgasm. His hands gripped the sides of the couch cushion tightly, his arm muscles bulging, holding himself over her, holding them both on the couch. Her body had been shoved forward, twisting her head against the couch arm. Her boots shook and shivered in the air to the rhythm of his hard thrusting.

I stroked myself harder and faster, feeling like I had never been so hard, so hard it hurt, so hard I needed to come to relieve the pressure. I watched Russel's butt flexing and releasing as his cock plunged in and out of her, her body taking him in limply, shaking and shivering, bouncing and relaxing. I watched her tits jerking back and forth, her nipples hard and swollen. I watched her perfect ass turned up beneath him, his hips smacking into her again and again. I watched her legs bent to her chest and laying on his shoulders firm and tense, locked against his body with his straining arms. I took it all in, the sounds of his panting, the slapping of their skin, the couch protesting, the squeaking now joined by a creaking of wood bending and flexing. Just as my stroking reached its inevitable climax my eyes were drawn to the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her, the head almost coming into view before descending deep into her, entirely inside of her, his hips crashing into her, and then being drawn out of her again, her pussy clinging to it, and my body stiffened as I came, gripping the head tightly and jerking the sensitive skin underneath, ejaculating my semen onto the wall and doorframe in front of me. I tried to stifle my grunts as my vision went blurry, still watching him moving in and out of her, jerking my come out of me, spurt after spurt. I had never ejaculated so hard and felt my legs go rubbery and limp and placed my other hand against the doorframe to keep my balance, still forcing myself to watch them and jerking on my spasming cock.

By the time I had spent my last and was feeling depleted but stable, Russel grunted and snapped his hips hard.

"Here it comes, girl," he yelled.

He fucked her faster and harder for several strokes, then threw his head back and cried out as his orgasm finally flooded over him. His hips snapped forward and back in hard jerks, smacking skin against skin, still moving in those long thrusts, pulling far out of her then jamming into her as he spilled his seed into the condom. His arms shuddered and shook, the biceps bulging, veins popping out, then he collapsed onto her, his arms wrapping around her legs, letting them slide to his sides, but holding them up against his side, his head falling beside hers, as he jammed into her in short hard jabs, his butt clenching and unclenching, shoving himself as deep into her as he could. Eventually his thrusting slowed then stopped all together as he lay panting on top of her, her feet in the air, her arm laying limply off the couch, still passed out beneath him.

I quietly turned away from the door and grabbed a bath towel out of the closet. I wiped off my hand and flaccid cock, then wiped off the door jam and wall in the dark, hoping I was cleaning up my mess, watching Russel through the partially open door. When I closed the door he was still laying on top of her, grinding his hips in slow circles, regaining his breath.

I took off all of my clothes, put on a pair of fresh underwear and a t-shirt, and climbed into bed. I lay there wide awake staring at the ceiling, picturing the scene I had just watched, watching it again and again in my mind until I finally fell asleep.

Eventually I woke up from a fitful sleep. It was still dark. I had an erection and really needed to urinate. I lay there for a while, considering if I should masturbate to relieve myself of the erection, my mind still flooded with images of Russel pounding her passed out body. But I decided I couldn't wait and had to go to the bathroom.

 

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I got out of bed and as I was opening the door I stopped, wondering if they were both still out there. Maybe he would even be fucking her again. I stood still, holding the doorknob, and listened intently. I didn't hear anything. Maybe he had fallen asleep on the couch, his dick still in her. I shivered at the thought of how wonderful that would feel.

I carefully opened the door enough to look into the living room. All of the lights were turned off with only the light from the street lamp outside shining through the living room window with blinds and curtains still open. It was enough light to see that Russel was no longer there, but she was. His bedroom door was across from mine and I could see it was closed with no light coming through the cracks. I opened the door, stepped in the short hallway and into the living room.

I looked closely at her laying on the couch. He had repositioned her, lifting her up to a mostly sitting position, laying against the couch arm, her head leaning back against the back of the couch, one foot on the floor, the other foot stretched out on the couch, like she had laid back then stretched out some and fallen asleep there naturally. Her clothes were pulled back down, her breasts covered, her skirt pulled down as far as it could go, but still just barely covering her butt. With a bit more light I'd have been able to see right up her skirt.

I cringed and grabbed my erection as I felt my bladder pushing for release. I crept along the living room wall across from her to the bathroom, entered and closed the door quietly behind me. I turned the light on, pulled my penis from the underwear, and stood before the toilet. Both my penis and bladder were aching. I groaned and shuffled my feet, wanting the damn erection to go away. I pushed it down, pointing at the toilet and closed my eyes, trying to not think about what had happened earlier in the night. I flicked the head a couple of times and cringed. Finally it softened a bit and a flood of urine came out. I pointed it down to the toilet, leaned over, and sighed with relief.

When I finally finished, I flushed the toilet, then stiffened as I wondered if I woke her. I turned off the light and stood in the dark, waiting for the toilet tank to fill. When it was done I carefully opened the door and looked into the living room. I let my eyes adjust to the darker room, searching intently for her on the couch. I saw she hadn't changed position and seemed to not have budged at all. I moved closer watching her chest and stomach rising with her breath. She was still passed out.

I stood there in front of her, watching her breathe, watching her breasts held tightly by that pink shirt, her deep cleavage rising and falling. Automatically my hand moved to my penis. It slipped out of my underwear and I stood there stroking it and watching her. My eyes moved from her chest to her smooth, bare stomach, then down the denim skirt to her firm thighs, spread wide, the one leg laying to the side, the other stretched out on the couch, then down to the ankle boots, and I remembered how they were pointed to the ceiling earlier in the night.

I stared at her, I stroked myself, and I wondered just how passed out she was. I clenched my jaw as the thought entered my mind, but as soon as it was there I knew I didn't have a choice. I was too aroused, my mind soaked with the thoughts and feelings of that evening. I knew I'd never have a chance with her, she'd never talk to me. There's no other way I could ever be inside of that body. There was only this way. Later, I'd wonder how I made my mind up so quickly, how I moved into action with barely a thought and I know I only did what I did because I didn't think about it, and let my dick lead me there. If I hadn't watched Russel fuck her earlier, if I hadn't been so fucking horny already, if I hadn't been so socially pathetic, I wouldn't have touched her. But there she was, completely passed out, and there I was hard and ready.

I moved toward her and dropped to my knees in front of her. I looked into her sleeping face and leaned closer, looking into her sleeping eyes.

"Are you alright?" I said loudly, trying to make it seem I wish just checking on her if she should waken.

She didn't budge, didn't even break the rhythm of her deep sleep breathing.

I took a chance and touched her face, cupping her chin in my hand. I shook her head and said it again, louder this time, directly into her ear. I sat back to look at her face, still holding her chin, thrilled at the fact that I was actually touching her at all. Her breathing changed for a moment, then she was breathing deeply in sleep again. I kept holding her chin, looking at her face, then turned her head to the side. I inspected her face, turning it from side to side, my eyes taking in every detail, every freckle, every blemish, how her makeup had worn during the night, how her hair curled around her ears, the shadow her jaw line cast on her neck.

As I did this I began to feel powerful. I was holding her face in my hand and looking at her more intently than probably anyone else ever had and she didn't know it and could do nothing about it. She was literally in the palm of my hand. I felt a shudder of pleasure course down my spine and into my erection, making it jump, and I leaned forward to kiss her deeply, pressing my lips to hers, pushing them apart with my mouth, then pushing my tongue into her mouth. I brought my other hand to her neck and turned her head to me, pressing my mouth to hers hard. I kissed her until I was panting for breath, feeling my body warm and electric in a way I had never felt, the feeling of taking what I wanted, having it as I wanted.

I broke the kiss, sat back, and looked at her, my hands moving to the back of her head, holding her to look into her face directly. She was still passed out, breathing deeply, but now her mouth was wet and red. I smiled. That had been my first kiss. And it had been wonderful.

I wanted another.

With the next one I was even less careful. I leaned in, slipped my left arm between her body and the couch arm then around her bare back, pulling her to me, lifting her head from the couch and tilting it back, lengthening her neck, and I had to stretch up to meet her lips, and I kissed her deeply. I grabbed her breast with my right hand, causing my body to squirm as I kneaded and massaged it. Her firm flesh filled my grasping hand and I started grinding my erection against the couch. I inhaled the scent of her perfume, hair, and skin as I kissed her, my eyes open, looking into her face, her closed eyes, an earring dangling from her left ear, her hair spinning to her shoulders. I groaned as I hefted her breast in my hand through the fabric of her shirt, feeling her nipple through the material in my palm and squeezed it feeling how the flesh of her breast squished between my fingers. My body shivered as I rubbed myself on the couch and I felt I could come right there, grinding against the couch as I kissed her and felt her up. But I didn't want that. This was my chance, my only chance.

I pulled back reluctantly and looked at how her body was too awkwardly positioned on the couch to fuck her like that. I was too weak to lift her up and position her how I wanted. But I figured I could at least pull her to the edge of the couch. I touched her left leg stretched out on the couch and felt my body shiver again. I was touching the bare flesh of her thigh. I wrapped both hands around her thigh and pulled it slowly to the edge of the couch until her foot fell off the edge. I pushed my body between her knees at the edge of the couch and slid my hands up her thighs, feeling my skin break out in goose bumps at the thrill of touching her like that. I slid my hands over her skirt to her waist, grabbed her firmly, and pulled her slowly to the edge. She didn't move at first and I sat back to pull harder, then her butt slid forward with a jerk. I let go and started to run away, thinking it would wake her, but she didn't make a sound.

Her body was slumped back, now resting more on the back of the couch, but tilted and leaning on the couch arm. I moved in again, my eyes on her face for any notion she was waking, grabbed her hips, and pulled her forward again. She slid easier this time, her skirt bunching as she came forward, until her butt reached the edge of the couch. Her upper body slid down the back of the couch until she was slouching deeply, twisted and leaning toward the couch arm, looking very uncomfortable. I worried laying like that would waken her so I grabbed her shoulders and shifted her to the side so her back was laying on the couch seat cushion with her head on the couch back.

I sat back on my heels, my legs beneath me, and looked at her, breathing a bit hard from that bit of exertion. I looked up her legs to the space between her thighs, shadowed by her skirt. My testicles tingled as I looked at the pink panties that Russel must have put back on. Licking my lips I reached both hands up beneath her skirt, pushing it up further, exposing the full length of her thighs, grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs. I scooted back as I pulled them down her legs. My stomach was in tight knots as I watched those perfect pink panties sliding down her legs, stretching as I got to her feet, then pulling them off one foot then the other, and I dropped them on the floor.

I sat up on my knees between her legs and slid my hands back up her firm thighs. My cock was sticking out hard over the couch and I pushed it against her crotch. My body shuddered at being so close to her, my penis erect and so close to her pussy. I couldn't wait any longer. As much as I wanted to bask in that feeling I was already so excited I felt I could come just sitting there touching her, and I wanted to be inside of her. I needed it.

Quickly I shoved my underwear over my erection and down my thighs and then pressed my body forward, one hand grabbing my shaft, the other searching for her pussy. I trembled again when I found her opening, felt how wet and warm she was. My fingertip slipped into her easily. Too excited to even be concerned if I would wake her I looked down between her legs, aimed my cock head to her opening, and pushed forward.

I groaned loudly as the head slipped into her easily. I pushed my hips forward, leading my dick by its shaft, sinking into her. I shook at the feeling of her body circling my penis as it slid into her, waves of shivers slithering across my body emanating from my groin. I laid my hands each on one of her thighs and started pumping in and out of her. My back bent with the pleasure of it so I was crouched over her. Through bleary eyes I looked at her laying still on the couch, her face turned away from me, eyes closed, lips parted, her chest rising and falling in deep sleeping breaths, her breasts so round and full stretching her pink shirt, her flat stomach following her breaths, belly button ring glittering, her skirt pushed up, her lovely thighs, and the triangle between them where my penis was sliding in and out. I panted, feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed. I was inside of her. I was fucking her. I never thought this would happen. Never. A low high laugh came from my lips. It was incredible.

I wanted this to last. I didn't want to stop. But it felt too good. I was too excited. My body shook, then tightened and I felt it like a small explosion in my head and penis simultaneously and I was coming inside of her before I even knew it. Any rational part of my brain was shut off and I was just an ejaculating cock, spewing into her passed out body. I hunched over her, still looking down at her, seeing my own body spasming between her thighs, her pussy spread open around my shaft, my hands gripping her hips, and I jerked inside of her, feeling like the semen was pumping out of me in large hot spurts, bursting from the tip of my penis and flooding into her. I had no control over my body as it shook and sputtered. I just dug my fingers into her hips and held on, letting the semen spurt out of me and into her.

After a time that was probably only a few seconds but felt so much longer I grunted loudly and fell forward onto her, my head laying on her shoulder. I lay still, breathing heavily, my head feeling an odd combination of light and headachy from the flood of chemicals that had just coursed through my brain. I felt some semen leaking from me and into her in a slow dribble. I pushed my arms between her back and the couch and held onto her, nuzzling her bare shoulder and neck, as I recovered.

I lay there, inside of her, over her, holding her. I had imagined so many times what it would be like to be with a woman, and specifically what it would feel like to be with her, but in the flesh, there was just so much of her laying beneath me, so much in between my arms, so physically real. I clung to her. I inhaled the scent of her. I kissed her neck softly. I pressed my hips to her tightly.

With the orgasm having passed I felt more relaxed than I had felt in a long time, possibly ever. A feeling of belonging swelled inside me, a warm comfort that glowed in my stomach and spread to my chest. I sighed deeply, my eyes closed, her hair tickling my face.

My life is full of anxiety and paranoia. I constantly feel I'm being watched and judged unfit for everything I do, think, want, feel. But for those few moments I felt none of that. It was probably just the effect of the high from the orgasm from my first sexual experience, an intense one at that, but at the time I just felt... right.

My penis was shrinking inside of her and I pressed my hips to her tighter not wanting to slip from her, wanting to keep that connection to her, that feeling of being surrounded by her. I pulled my hands from around her and slid them up and down her sides, just to feel the physicality of her body, the solidity of her, the softness of her. I kissed her neck once more and pressed my nose to her skin, inhaling her deeply, then pushed myself up and looked down at her.

Her head was tilted to the side, her eyes closed, her mouth open, breathing deeply in her passed out sleep. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. I slid my hands up and down her sides, feeling the curves of her body, the swell of her hips and waist, curving into her tight waist, then up her sides to her full luscious bust. There's nothing like the curves of a full-bodied woman. The only thing better is having that woman unconscious beneath you to indulge yourself in those curves and her flesh.

I slipped my hands under the sides of her shirt, feeling the smooth warm skin beneath. I lifted her shirt up from her body then pushed it up over her breasts. I stared at them for a moment, rolling her shirt up higher and under her arms, marveling at how firm they were. I held each breast firmly in a hand and lifted them, feeling the weight of them.

I played with her breasts, moving my hands around, grabbing them from different angles, feeling how my fingers sank into the flesh, how her breasts sprang back however I manipulated them. I brushed her nipples, I tweaked them, I felt them get harder as I played with them. I pinched them and she sighed. I held them in my fingers, pinching them, looking at her face, her mouth open, seeming to be breathing harder, her tongue now pushing against her lower lip. Was she actually feeling this in her sleep and enjoying it? I didn't know, but I hoped so. I hoped that somewhere deep in her subconscious mind she was experiencing intensely erotic feelings, something close to what I was feeling.

I pushed her breasts together, leaned forward, and pressed my face between them, well, not so much between them as into both of them, smushing my face into both breasts as I pressed them together. I luxuriated in the feel of that luscious smooth flesh against my face. I inhaled her deeply. I touched my tongue to her skin and tasted her. I felt I could lose myself there and I would have been fine with that. I moved my face side to side, smelling her, licking her, pressing my lips to her. My hands pressed and released, massaging her breasts against my face.

At some point I had started moving my hips slowly and I was hard inside of her again, or mostly hard, hard enough to move back and forth in her slowly. My body was responding and acting by itself.

I turned my face to the side and pushed the side of her breast into my mouth. I sucked on the skin, released it, then placed kisses on her breast to her nipple. I licked around her nipple, kissed around it, opened my mouth and pressed my lips around her nipple, licking it, then sucked it softly between my lips. She sighed again and I rocked my hips forward, feeling myself hardening, feeling my penis pushing into her deeper. Her nipple still in my mouth I looked up at her face. Her head was turned further to the side like she had pressed herself into the couch and her mouth was open wider, her tongue slightly protruding past her lips. I pushed her breast up into my mouth and sucked it in further, keeping my lips pressed to my teeth so I wouldn't drag her skin across them.

I suckled at her breast, pulling it into my mouth, licking her nipple, then letting it slide out, my hand holding it in my mouth, feeding her breast to me, my other hand massaging her other breast, lifting it and lowering it, brushing her nipple, while I slid my cock in and out of her in slow long strokes, now completely hard again. I was surprised at having gotten hard again, though I had never gone completely soft, nestled inside of her, and there I was fucking her again. I had come so quick the first time it was a beautiful pleasure to be doing it again so soon after. It's not like there would ever be another chance for this.

I moved my mouth to the other breast and devoured it, opening my mouth wide to suck it in, the feel of her firm fat flesh in my mouth and against my lips so thrilling I plunged into her deeply, jamming my pelvis against her and pushing up, trying to bury myself into her to the hilt. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of her breast in my mouth, her breasts in my hands, her pussy around my sliding cock, her body beneath me, open to me.

As my arousal built I began thrusting faster, luxuriating in the feel of my cock sliding from her as much as back into her, how she encased me entirely. I let her breast fall from my mouth and cupped it in my hand, pushing her nipple out and sucked it and kissed it. I could hear soft moans coming from her open mouth, increasing my excitement. She was much more wet this time, maybe from her own arousal and definitely from my own semen, and I slid in and out of her so easily, yet she held me so tightly, each time having to push into her, but she gave way and parted for me, letting me slip into her smoothly.

I let her nipple fall from my lips as my pace quickened and breathing increased. I closed my eyes and pressed the side of my face to her breasts, pushing them against me. I could feel her body moving beneath me from my thrusts, her breasts rocked back and forth against my face as I pressed my hips against her, pushing her body forward, then pulled back, her body relaxing back. I could feel the warmth of my own breath on my face from her breasts and snuggled my head in further, wanting to bury my head between her breasts as my cock was buried in her pussy. I wanted to wrap her body around me, to disappear totally inside of her. I needed to be deeper inside of her.

I removed my hands from her breasts, sighing as they relaxed from my face, and moved my head down to press the side of my face into them. I slid my hands down the side of her body, along her graceful curves, over her waist and butt, to her thighs. I grabbed the underside of her thighs and lifted them, sliding my arms underneath until I was holding her thighs in my armpits. This turned her hips up towards me and I scooted my knees closer, pressing my thighs against the couch and her butt, and I plunged deep inside of her, groaning ecstatically against her chest.

I pounded down and into her, feeling her legs rubbing against my sides and butt, her boots knocking against my thighs. I shoved my hips forward hard each time, desperate to plunge deeper into her, deeper than I possibly could, but urging myself all the same. I didn't want there to be a bottom to his. I moved my head to the side to press against her left breast, feeling her nipple on my cheek, my back and neck arching as I curled my hips, thrusting into her.

I became frustrated. I was going to come again and I wasn't in deep enough, it just wasn't enough. I sat up, reluctantly pulling my face from her breasts. I laid her legs down and then slid my hands underneath them from the inside and lifted them, cradling her legs in my arms. I hoisted her legs in my arms and leaned forward, lifting my knees from the floor, pressing my toes into the ground. I laid down on her, pushing her knees to her chest on either side of her, bending her in half, my body now mostly on top of her, and began thrusting into her in deep, short jittering thrusts. I could barely hold myself like that, my feet slid on the carpet and I had to pull them back again and again, pushing back to shove into her hard.

I dipped my head down to her chest again, bending my back awkwardly, but needing that contact, plunging my face into her breasts so far that I could barely breathe as I panted and strained. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and knees, holding them down to the couch. I jammed my penis deep into her, as deep as I could possibly go, wriggling my hips and butt, getting full contact between out bodies so there was no space between us, just twisting my hips again and again, jabbing into her. I groaned against her chest at how deep I was, feeling I was plunging into her depths, feeling her body around me, her legs beside me, her breasts surrounding my face, I was finally lost inside of her.

I felt my cock expanding, widening, the head stretching to plunge into her, and then my body tightened and I cried out against her breasts, my open mouth sucking at her skin, as I came again, a pulsating stream of semen flowing from me and into her, feeling like one long stream was streaming into her, broken only momentarily each time I pulled back just a bit to jam into her again, surging into her from one large explosion that engulfed my body, my muscles tight and focused on emptying my come into her. My hips crunched and jerked, grinding against her pelvis. My toes dug into the carpet, pushing me forward and into her. I moaned into her breasts, my eyes closed tightly, feeling only our bodies together, pressed together, and joined.

A large spasm shook my body and my feet slid back. I fell to my knees, letting her legs fall to the couch and her feet to the floor. I slid my hands up her side and wrapped my arms around her back. I held onto her tightly and pressed my face into her chest, nuzzling into her, as I moved my hips slowly, feeling the last of my come trickle out of me and into her. I lay there for a while, breathing heavily, my eyes closed, just basking in the feel of her body, feeling completely depleted, drained, alive, and comforted. I don't know when I finally would have moved if I hadn't suddenly heard Russel.

"Congrats, you broke your cherry," Russel said loudly.

I jerked my head up and saw him standing by the couch just outside of his bedroom doorway. I pulled myself off of her, my sticky partially hard cock slipping out of her. I stood up and stumbled as I tried to yank up my underwear and my tired legs wobbled.

Russel laughed, his arms crossed at his chest.

"Calm down," he said, walking towards me.

"I...," I started, but didn't know what to say.

I shoved my slick penis into my underwear and backed away, my head down, feeling ashamed of myself for getting caught.

"It's fine," he said and patted my shoulder. "I brought her home for you, buddy."

 

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I was too confused to say anything. I looked up at him, at his big grin, not a mocking grin, but seemingly proud, then looked at her, laying on the couch still passed out, her legs spread. A stream of semen leaked from her pussy and into a small puddle on the couch.

"Next time use a condom, though," he said, looking at her too. "You need to be more careful, man. You're smart. You know that."

I nodded.

"Well, remember that next time," he said.

"Okay," I said, reveling in the thought that there could be a next time.

Russel then helped me get her clothes back on neatly and put her back up on the couch after I did my best to clean my semen from her and the couch. As we did that he told me that he had brought her home for me. He wanted to thank me for all the work I did for him and helped him out. He knew I had a thing for her. He had been the one who gave her friend the pills that she eventually took, knowing she wouldn't take pills he gave to her. He had worried that she took more than one, but said after the fucking I had given her it was good she had. He said that he hadn't planned on fucking her too, but that she was too hot to pass up. He hadn't been sure how to let me know he had brought here there for me and just left her on the couch, hoping that me seeing him fucking her wouldn't stop me. In fact, it was watching him that had motivated me to do it.

We worried she would wake up sore and knowing she'd been Fucked, but she didn't waken until after noon and said nothing about it, even to Russel when he took her home. There were no repercussions for what we had done.

I was thankful for Russel for that experience. I was never angry about doing his work again. He even seemed to be a bit nicer to me, though maybe I wasn't so sensitive about him joking with me. We actually became friends. In fact, he was the best friend I ever had.

THE-END

 

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#Disha Patani

Patrick asked me to be the best man for his wedding. Though we were friends, we were not close friends by any means. He had friends he'd known longer and better, even a brother, and a brother of his fiancée, but he asked me. I really had no close friends. But I knew why he'd asked me. He'd known I'd throw the best bachelor party. Disha Patani, my girlfriend of two years and indian girl, was a stripper at the classiest and most exclusive gentlemen's club in the city, one with a reputation for having the most beautiful women that would even do something extra in a back room for a lot of money. Parties there were expensive, only for those with a lot of cash to burn. But he hoped with my girlfriend working there we could have the bachelor party there. He didn't say it, but I knew it. And so I did as he wanted.

I satisfied his desire. I satisfied my own.

I asked Disha to ask the club manager about it. I told her that we didn't want just a regular bachelor party, but an exclusive after hours party. I knew they did that for the right amount of money.

She got me a good deal on the party. The manager liked her. Though she wasn't his top dancer, she did bring in a lot of clients. She had a devoted following that came to watch her, bearing gifts, paying for time in the champagne room and private rooms, time at the table, buying drinks, throwing around money, and she flirted and played them up like they were the most important men in her life and that all other men were frivolous compared to these men who spent money on her. She was a master manipulator of men.

She had a look that attracted certain men. She was twenty-five but looked eighteen. She had smallish breasts but round and firm. She had considered implants to compete with the other strippers, the ones who got the star dances, but I wouldn't let her. I liked her the way she was. Plus she pulled in a clientele that the other girls couldn't. She had long voluptuous tanned legs that she always showed off with high heels shoes and boots, sometimes with stockings, long socks, bobby socks, garters, offset with short plaid skirts, pink skirts, tight glittery shorts, and button down shirts tied up to expose her flat stomach, tight blouses, loose tank tops, her lush long auburn hair in ponytails or worn down straight with bows, anything to exaggerate her schoolgirl appearance. This drove some men wild. Her regulars were loyal and **censored** exorbitant amounts of money to have her sit with them, for a lap dance, for a private dance, to drink with her, anything to spend time with her, have her rub against them, and have her rub her ass into their crotch until they came in their pants.

She was important enough to the club that the owner would allow a private party for her boyfriend and a bachelor party at a good price, with our own party and run of the club once it closed a bit earlier than usual, on a less busy night of course, a Tuesday, when there were no big shows or celebrities planned, but still, the best treatment Patrick could hope for. I'd have to pay the manager and negotiate with any women we wanted to stay after. A bartender and bouncer would stick around.

Other men asked me if I was jealous of her stripping, of other men wanting her, of her grinding on other men for money, and I always answered that I wasn't. I had no reason to be. It's natural for men to lust after women, especially attractive ones that put out all the signals they want to fuck, even if they have no intention of doing so. In fact I was proud to be with a woman who earned her own money, who didn't rely on me for income, who **censored** her share of the bills once we moved in together. She in turn was thrilled to be with a man who wasn't jealous of her profession at all, who didn't visit the club to watch her suspiciously and get jealous of the customers, and who also didn't have a fetish for it, wanting to watch her to get off. It was just her job. I admit I found it arousing that she did this job, that other men wanted her, but couldn't have her, and I fantasized that if I told her to let those other men have her that she would do it. And I knew the party would be the chance to prove it.

That night I got a limo, which seemed the expected thing to do. We went out for steaks, which also seemed like the expected thing to do. The party consisted of the groom Patrick, of course, then his older brother Richard, an easy-going rugged guy, the black sheep of their family; the bride's brother Stephen, a rather effeminate guy, younger than the rest of us, still in college, and timid; Todd, the best friend of Patrick, who had been in the same fraternity as Patrick and me, though I had never gotten along with him, as he had the affectation of one who comes from a family with money, entitled, boorish, and lazy, but all of it hid his own insecurity and the fact that his family was firmly lower-middle class; and last was Craig, mostly added to the wedding party to even the number of groomsmen and bridesmaids, a friend of Patrick's family more so than of Patrick himself, but someone I liked immediately, confident without being boastful, a large stomach and darting eyes that showed a ravenous appetite.

That was the group for the bachelor party that night, and the group of guys that walked into the Pink Diamond Gentlemen's Club that night, well fed and geared up for a party.

The bouncer at the door let us through easily, recognizing me, and said something into a small headset. Once inside the doors we were immediately surrounded by loud music, pink lighting, leather chairs and booths, men scattered loosely in small groups, flashing lights illuminating a stage where a black woman with large enhanced breasts wrapped her legs around a pool, gyrating her hips, and rubbing her crotch against the pole. The guys stared at the stage until a woman approached us.

"The bachelor party?" she asked.

"Yeah," I told her. "Disha made us reservations."

"Yes she did," the girl smiled. She had large full red lips that she accentuated with lipstick and liner, pulling men's eyes to her lips and naturally to what men wanted from those lips.

"Wow," Todd said, staring down at her breasts bare except for pink colored pasties over the nipples.

"Just follow me to the reserved tables near the stage," she said.

She turned and we followed her swaying butt and hips, her high-heeled shoes making the muscles of her legs flex and her hips sway. The guys followed her obediently and I stayed behind, searching for Disha.

I looked from the neon lit leather padded bar across tables, mostly unoccupied, across the stage where the dancer was now laying on her back, her legs still around the pole and rubbing against it, to leather booths close to the stage where the guys were being led. I saw a couple of doorways, one marked private that I knew led to an office and the dj's booth, and another doorway that led to private rooms. I finally saw Disha sitting at a table to my right, almost next to me, with two guys who were leaning towards her, as she leaned towards them, wearing her schoolgirl outfit, a button-down white shirt with all but one button undone, her cleavage shining through the opening, her hair in two ponytails across her shoulders, her face with light make-up, fading out her freckles, black eye-liner and light blue-eye shadow bringing out the blue of her eyes, light red lipstick and liner making her lips moist. She didn't notice me as she looked at one of the two guys intently, listening to him talk.

I thought about getting her attention to let her know I was there, but decided against it. I didn't like being bothered at work, and shouldn't bother her at her work. I smiled when she lifted the hand of one guy from under the table and placed it flat on the table, patting it, obviously pulling it from her thigh, giving him a harmless laugh, as if she was appreciative and wanted him to touch her, but it was just against the rules.

I walked away and went to our table, thinking I'd talk to her when she wasn't busy.

The guys were sitting at a table next to the stage, staring at the stage and at the women walking around the club, serving drinks and flirting. I sat down between Craig and Richard, facing the stage and the rest of the club.

"This place is awesome!" Todd yelled. "Congrats on picking a fuckin' great club!"

"No problem," I said.

"His girlfriend works here," Richard yelled at him.

"You told me before," Todd said back. "Which one is she?"

I shrugged, not wanting them to know who she was yet.

"I don't see her right now," I said. "I'm sure she's around somewhere."

"It doesn't bother you that she works here?" Stephen yelled from across the table.

I smiled at hearing that question yet again. "Not at all," I said. "I knew she did this when I met her and it's fine with me."

"How'd you meet her?" Craig asked. "I've always wondered how someone picks up a stripper."

"It's not an interesting story," I replied. "And you can't pick up a stripper. You can however pick up a woman."

I got confused stares from everyone before the announcer asked for applause for the dancer on the stage who had finished her show, and the guys got up to clap and cheer loudly for her.

I sat down remembering how I had met Disha.

I went to clubs a lot. Strip clubs, dance clubs, whatever. I didn't sleep much; my head wouldn't allow it so I went out searching for something to drain me. I liked the artificiality, the intensity, the overwhelming nature of the loud music, dark corners, bright spotlights, horny guys, sweating women, lust, and drunkenness. It drove all other thoughts out of my head. I'd often take acid or ecstasy to make everything more intense. I tried mixing in speed or amphetamines, but didn't enjoy those as much. I didn't need anything to give me more anxiety, to make my mind race harder, I wanted to distract it; I wanted to be overwhelmed by the world. So, I spent my sleepless nights in loud dance clubs and flashy high end strip clubs, often on whatever drugs I wanted that night, or just drinking if I only wanted to relax, to get my muscles to loosen.

I had seen Disha several times at the club and found her schoolgirl look more amusing than sexual, not that she wasn't sexy in her outfits. She was. I just found it amusing at the response it got from the men in the club. She had the best legs of any stripper in any club and I loved to watch her walk. Though she had a small frame she had nice round hips and a firm butt that rolled nicely when she walked in heels. Still, I didn't frequent just her club. I tended to do the rounds, going where I wanted, going to several in a night until I found one that had a feeling that I wanted that night. I had no attachments to places or people.

Then, one early morning at about 5 o'clock I was sitting at one of my favorite all-night diners, eating a piece of apple pie and having coffee, thinking the coffee wouldn't make it any easier to get rest but I wasn't going to sleep anyway since I was still coming down from the acid I had taken that night, when Disha walked in. I recognized her immediately, or rather with my head down reading a book I recognized her legs as they passed my vision, those long tanned legs, high-heeled black boots up to her knees, firm thighs flexing, a tight denim skirt with frayed edges stretch around those curved hips. Her heels clicked up to the counter where she stood between two stools and motioned to the waitress behind the counter.

"Can I get a coffee to go, please?" she asked.

Her hair was loose and hanging down her shoulders, and she ran her fingers through it with a tired sigh.

"You should get something to eat," I said to her.

For a couple of seconds she did nothing, and then turned to look at me.

"Were you talking to me?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Yeah, you should get something to eat. Coffee isn't enough," I replied.

She turned her body towards me, leaning against the counter, one foot up on the foot board beneath the counter.

"I don't think it's any of your business," she said, sounding more amused than annoyed.

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," I said. "But coffee alone is just going to make you jittery. Order some food too and you'll feel better later."

I looked back down at my book, knowing I was trying to look like I didn't care if she listened to me, trying to look cool.

She was silent for a moment. There was a tap and scuffle as she put her foot back on the floor and stood up straight.

"What's good here?" she asked.

I looked up from my book, and then nodded to the half-eaten slice of apple pie in front of me.

"Get a slice of apple pie. Goes good with the coffee," I said.

"Okay," she said.

She turned her head to the waitress, her body still turned to me, a good sign.

"A coffee and slice of apple pie," she said. "To go."

"No," I said.

"What?" she asked quickly.

"No," I repeated. "Not to go. Get it for here. Take a seat. Relax and enjoy it for a moment. At least before you rush off to do what you're trying to get the energy to do."

She stared at me for a moment, tapped her toe. I looked back down at my book. I stretched my leg out under the table and pushed out the chair across from me.

"Have a seat," I said, still looking down at my book. "The world will still be out there when you're done."

She gave a soft laugh, not one like she gave the guys at the club, a real one, one that actually made me smile.

"A coffee and slice of apple pie for here," she said.

She sat down across from me and we started talking, the conversation flowing nicely, not just her asking me questions like with the guys at the club, but actual conversation, back and forth. We ended up eating a full breakfast. Then we ended up back at my apartment, peeling each other's clothes off in the living room and fucking on the floor. I called in to work sick and we spent the day in bed, then out for dinner, then back in bed.

She said she remembered me from the club but that I had never come on to her, that I had seemed cold and distant there, and that many times she could tell I was on some kind of drugs. I told her what drugs I took and why. She said she enjoyed them too and wanted to go out with me some night. So on some nights I had her with me, going to clubs, grinding on ecstasy, enveloped in the crowds and noise. She turned me onto GHB to take the edge off the speed of acid and ecstasy. It took away the teeth grinding and made it easier to sleep the next morning.

As things got serious she asked me if I'd want her to quit stripping and I told her that I wouldn't want that. She was making money. She was good at it. She kept with it.

She told me how she had always dated guys she thought were confident and dominant, but were really just controlling assholes, but that I was different. I said I wasn't that much different, maybe I just wasn't an asshole, or at least the same type. But she did want a lot of guidance in her life, coming to me with answers to her questions, following my advice and suggestions. She was naturally submissive. She wanted to be told what to do by someone she trusted.

We opened up our relationship. She was so hot she could bring home women from the parties and clubs we went to. Sometimes I'd just watch the two of them, and sometimes if the other girl was okay with it I'd join in. Disha was fine with watching me fuck these other women. She was happy when I was happy. I told her how it was to watch her with the other women, to see another woman with a strap-on fucking her, and that it would be hot to see her fucked by another guy, but she showed the first resistance to that, not discounting it, but not embracing it as she had everything else we'd done.

I was startled from my thoughts by a girl at our table asking for our drink order. Once she'd taken our orders and left, I watched the guys looking around the club, checking out all of the girls.

"The girls in here are incredible," Craig said, his eyes moving around the club, not resting on any one girl.

"I told you," Patrick responded.

"I'll be right back, guys," I said, getting up. "I need to talk to the manager about our plans."

"What plans are those?" Patrick asked suspiciously.

"I'll let you know," I said with a slight grin.

I walked towards the bar, passing Disha's table, glancing at her and catching her eyes. She smiled at me quickly then turned back to the two guys at the table who had the chairs pulled towards her, practically blocking her in, and hovering over her. She was working them up, getting them to drink more, making them happy.

At the bar I got the bartender's attention.

"Is the manager around?" I asked him.

"What do you need him for?" he asked me.

"We're with the bachelor party and we were going to have a private party after hours tonight. I need to settle up with him," I said.

"He's probably in his office. I'll get him out here," he responded.

He went to a phone, pressed a button, and told the manager I was there at the bar.

I leaned back against the bar and looked around the club as I waited. The club wasn't even half full. There were a couple of guys sitting on a row of seats against the side wall forming a long bench, one of them getting a lap dance from a light-skinned small blonde wearing a red G-string and slight red bra stretched around large enhanced breasts, her hair in long curls whipping softly across his face as she ground against him. Three guys sat at a table across the stage from our table, waiting for the next girl to come on stage. Two guys sat separately at the bar, turned around to look at the club, leaning back in the nice leather bar stools with cushioned back rests.

I saw the Brazilian stripper, Malena, with her back to me, standing at a booth in a dark corner in the back. Malena was one of the top strippers at the club, if not the top stripper. She had lush thick dark curled hair she always wore down almost to her waist, large natural round breasts which she barely ever covered except for pasties, a round firm butt, and flat stomach. She was wearing a very short red frilled skirt that didn't cover anything to expose her curvaceous butt, red stockings, and black stripper heels. When she shook her hair I didn't see a bra strap so deduced she once again was just wearing the pasties. She was talking up four guys sitting at the booth, their eyes directed at her chest as she leaned toward them.

The lights on the stage flashed and the announcer's voice boomed out the introduction for Tiffany. Guys stood up and clapped as she burst from the curtains and onto the stage, a tall long-legged blonde with tanned skin, large fake breasts wrapped tightly in a leather corset, thigh-high black boots, and a thin black G-string. She struck a pose at center stage, snapped her hips, and smacked her butt hard, getting a whooping call from the guys at my table. Some 80s hair metal music fired up and she started dancing. A couple of guys from tables further back moved up to the stage to watch her, holding crumpled bills in their hands.

The manager came up to me and we shook hands. I already knew the price for the night so handed him the money and he stipulated the deal. We would have the club to ourselves after closing. I asked him how much for him to close a bit earlier and handed him the extra cash. He reiterated that the bartender and bouncer would stay around. He expected us to keep drinking, there was a minimum bar tab for after hours parties. Any girls we'd have to negotiate with separately. I knew all this and nodded my head, letting him know he could leave.

I slid my hand into my pocket and felt the plastic bag I had brought with me that night. Inside the bag was a pill of ecstasy, pink with a star stamped on it and a dropper of liquid ecstasy, the MDMA/GBH combination that Disha had introduced to me. I'd have to find a chance to give it to her, which shouldn't be too hard in the dark, uncrowded club.

I looked at Disha's table. The two guys were ogling her, but neither had apparently asked for a lap dance, and I could see she was getting ready to leave. She stood up, said her goodbyes, and walked away with a girlish high-pitched laugh.

She was wearing a plaid, pleated mini skirt that just barely covered her crotch and butt, a white button-down shirt tied up exposing her firm stomach and dangling belly button ring, white high-heeled shoes, and frilly ankle socks, her legs bare and taut as she walked towards me. I admired her, my eyes moving over her, until she was standing in front of me.

"I was wondering when you'd get here," she said.

"Earlier than I thought we would, but the guys were excited to get here," I said.

She leaned towards me, looked to the sides at the guys sitting at the bar that were now watching her instead of the woman on the stage.

"I'd kiss you but then all the customers would expect it too," she whispered to me.

"It's fine," I said and smiled. "I was just talking to the manager and got everything straightened out. He's closing early for us."

"How much did that cost you?" she asked.

"Enough to be worth it, I hope," I said.

I turned to the bartender and ordered my drink, bourbon on the rocks, then turned back to her.

"He said we'd have to negotiate with any girls to stay," I said. "So how much for you to stick around?"

She grinned at me slyly.

"Are you sure you want me to stay?" she asked, placing her hand on her hip and leaning towards me.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I answered, leaning back against the bar, taking in the sight of her, smelling her heady perfume.

"For you maybe I'll do it for free," she said quietly, her lips near my ear.

"I'd rather pay," I whispered back.

She leaned back, smiling at me.

"Have it your way," she said.

"I was thinking one other girl too," I said and picked up my new drink from the bar. "For that two girl show you've told me about."

"Who do you want?" she asked, still smiling, still rocking her hips softly to the music.

"Probably Malena," I said.

"She won't stay for cheap," she told me.

"I figured that," I said.

I opened my wallet and passed her some cash.

"Think that'll be enough for the two of you?" I asked.

Disha looked it over and nodded.

"More than enough," she said. "I'll talk to her when she's free."

"Thanks," I said.

I looked at the two guys sitting at the bar and the bartender almost right behind me. I couldn't give her the drugs right then.

"I'll find you later," I whispered.

I took my drink and leaned away from the bar and towards her. I let my free hand slide across her bare hip and stomach as I walked past her and back to the table.

At our table, the guys were watching the woman on stage, who was now on all her hands and knees, stripped of her corset, so her breasts hung down freely, crawling towards the guys at the front of the stage, waving money at her. She had just left our side of the table, and the guys were sitting back down in their chairs, probably having stuffed plenty of bills into her G-string.

"This place could be really expensive," Todd said breathlessly.

"It definitely is," I said and laughed.

"What did you talk to the manager about?" Patrick asked me.

"Well you'll find out eventually," I said.

I sat down and made a show of stirring the straw in my glass then taking a long drink.

"Come on," Todd pleaded.

"Well," I said. "The manager is going to close a bit early and we're going to have a private party."

They all looked at me astonished, then Craig let out a large bellow, stood up and high-fived everyone around the table.

"That fucking rocks," Craig yelled.

"So all the girls will be here just for us," Stephen said, his eyes darting around, the tip of his tongue pursed between his lips.

"Just two," I said, holding up two fingers. "I already picked them out."

"Which ones?" Richard asked, looking around. "Please tell me you got the brown-skinned goddess over there."

He pointed to Malena who was now grinding her butt into the groin of one of the guys she had been talking to in the back.

"Yes," I said.

"Fucking awesome," Richard said.

"And please tell me you got that one in the plaid skirt," Patrick said, pointing to Disha.

"And she's the other one," I said. "You guys are two for two."

"She is incredible," Patrick said.

"In fact," I continued. "The two of them are going to do a private show for us. But you'll find out more about that later."

Craig yelled again, then came over and gave me a big bear hug, pinning me in my chair.

"The best bachelor party ever!" he yelled, making me smile as I cringed at his yell in my ear.

He sat back down and picked up his drink.

"A toast to the best man," he yelled.

Everyone lifted their drinks, clinked them together, and drank them down.

The music came to a stop and everyone cheered the dancer as she left the stage, her G-string and boots stuffed with cash.

"Now, how about a lap dance for the soon to be married man," Richard said.

"Fuck yeah," Todd said.

"You like that hot chick in the plaid skirt, right?" Richard asked.

"Oh yeah," Patrick said.

"I'll go talk to her for you," I said.

 

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I stood up and walked over to Disha who was at the bar talking to some guy, her fingers playing on the sides of a glass of water at the bar.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked her.

"Sure, honey," she said.

She picked up her glass of water and followed me over to the empty side of the bar.

"I have a present for you," I said.

I slipped my hand into my pocket, watching for anyone to approach us, opened the baggie inside my pocket, pulled the pill out, and held it out to her.

"Ecstasy?" she asked, taking it from my hand and looking at it.

"Yup," I said. "I thought it'd be fun to take them tonight."

She looked at the pill suspiciously.

"I've never done it at work before," she said.

"I have a dropper of GHB too to help keep it calmer," I said.

I looked around again, saw no one watching, pulled the dropper out of my pocket and quickly squirted it into her water glass.

"You're going to drop with me?" she asked.

"I already have," I lied, almost feeling guilty, but pushing it back down.

"If I take these then you're going to have to fuck me really good later tonight," she said, looking at me slyly.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I said.

I touched the back of her hand and pushed it up towards her mouth. She dropped the pill into her mouth and drank it down with some of the water. I smiled and reached out to fondle with her dangling belly button ring.

"Be sure to drink all that water," I said.

"I know how to do this," she said lightly.

I smiled at her and nodded.

"Also, the groom would like a lap dance from you," I said. "He thinks you're the hottest woman in here."

"He's right," she said and smiled.

I touched her bare back and led her over to the table, dropping my hand before anyone could see it.

"So there's a special boy here about to get married?" she asked, looking around the table.

"That's him," Richard said, standing up, pointing down at his brother. "That fucker is getting married. And he thinks you're the hottest chick in here."

She walked over to Patrick and leaned over him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Would the special bachelor boy like a special dance?" she asked, talking to him, but looking around the table.

Richard reached into his pocket and handed her some cash.

"Give him the best lap dance you got," he told her.

"Of course, baby," she said, taking the money, pulling the elastic of her skirt waist out, and letting it snap back as she stuffed the bills between her skirt and her waist.

Some bassy dance music started as she pivoted around Patrick, looking down at him. She put her hands on his shoulders, pressed his legs together with her legs and sat on his knees facing him, looking into his eyes. He placed his hands on her thighs and she shook her head as she pushed his hands off of her.

"Don't make me tie your hands behind your back, bad boy," she said.

"Please do," Patrick said.

"Shhh," she said and placed a finger to his lips. "Just sit here and be still."

She wrapped her fingers around his neck and began rocking her hips back and forth. She arched her back, her eyes locked on his, as she churned her hips.

I had seen her give lap dances at the club before, but never this close, and never to someone I knew. I was getting very aroused just watching her rock her hips on his legs.

The rest of the guys watched in silence, barely noticing as a waitress put more drinks on the table.

Patrick's arms hung at his side, but his muscles were straining as if something was holding his arms back from touching her. She made a soft sigh and bit her lip as she slid her butt forward and up his thighs, closer to his groin. She rocked her hips back and forth with the music and tossed her head back, letting her ponytails twist around her. Then, she suddenly jammed her hips forward all the way against his hips and stomach, pumped her hips a couple of times and cried out in a deep groan.

"Oh god," Patrick whispered, his body rigid, his chest panting.

"Oh baby," she said.

She stood up, her legs spread around him, so her stomach and groin were at his eye level. She put her hands in his hair and began rocking his head back and forth with the rhythm of her hips, bringing his face close to her crotch then rolling it away.

She lifted her right leg and draped it over his left shoulder, rubbing her thigh against the side of his face. She stretched her leg out, her foot pointing behind him, balanced on one leg, still rotating her hips, moaning softly, biting her lower lip, bringing his face close to her crotch.

Then, suddenly, she grabbed his shoulders, threw her other leg over his other shoulder, shoved her butt onto his thighs, pushing his legs apart, dropped her hands to his thighs, and fell back, her lower body extended to the floor. She hooked her feet behind him and threw her arms over head and onto the floor. Her skirt slid down, revealing her thin G-string. He looked down between her legs as she arched her back and rolled her hips, pushing her crotch towards him, offering it to him.

Richard stood up behind his brother to look down at her.

"Goddam," Richard groaned. "Look at that little brother." He grabbed his brother's head and pushed it towards her gyrating groin.

Disha rose up, grabbing Patrick's shoulders, unwinding her legs, pointing them out straight to the sides in a wide V and looked up at Richard.

"Only one bad boy at a time," she cooed.

Richard laughed, let go of his brother's head and stood back, still looking down at them.

Disha dropped her feet to the floor and moved in close to Patrick pressing her chest to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and head, her fingers delving into his hair. She moved her butt back and forth on his hips and pressed his face into her chest. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned loudly as she rocked her hips faster.

Patrick began moving his hips back against her, moaning into her chest.

"Yes, baby," she groaned.

Her skirt was pushed up so I could see her butt flexing as she ground against him, her thighs flexing, her heels scraping against the carpet. I knew he had to be rock hard beneath her and she was rubbing against him frantically.

Then, Patrick grabbed her waist and began pumping his body against her and pulling her against him. She stopped and yanked his head away from her chest.

"What did I say, bad boy?" she said.

She slid her hips back to his knees and pushed his hands off her waist and to his sides.

"Bad boys who can't behave don't get treats," she said.

She stood up and leaned over him, her lips close to his. She slid a hand down his chest and stomach, stopping right before his crotch.

"Have a good night, lover," she whispered to him.

She slid her hand back up his chest and over his cheek as she backed away. With a flourish of her skirt she strut away, the guys all watching her intently.

"Wow," Todd finally said.

"Did you come in your pants, bro?" Richard asked, slapping Patrick on the shoulder.

"Almost," Patrick sighed. "She got up too soon."

"That's what you get," Stephen said. "Should have let her do her thing."

"I'd like to do her thing," Craig said.

Everyone laughed. The mood lightened and everyone noticed their fresh drinks and began drinking again.

The night went quickly after that. Richard had Malena over for a lap dance. Her specialty was rubbing her butt into his crotch, and bouncing it up and down, her back to him. Craig got a lap dance from the blonde with the corset that had been on stage earlier. Her dance wasn't nearly as enthusiastic though Craig seemed to love it.

Eventually people started leaving the club. An announcement was made that they were closing and the last few patrons filed out.

"So you never told us which one is your girlfriend," Todd yelled, though the music had died down by then.

"I know," I said.

"So which one is she?" he asked.

I just shrugged and turned towards Patrick.

"Hey, Patrick," I yelled.

Startled, he turned towards me.

"What's up?" he asked.

"The place is closing so it's just us now," I said.

"Oh yeah, I heard that," he said, his voice slurring some.

"That means it's time for the big show," Richard yelled.

"Fuck yeah," Craig said and stood up. "Another drink to the best man."

Everyone stood up to toast me again.

"Just wait. You can thank me later," I protested.

They toasted and drank anyway.

The manager walked over, a big grin on his face. I stood up to meet him.

"The place is all yours," he said. "We locked the door so you'll have to ask someone to be let out when you're done. No later than 5 a.m. I must insist."

"That's fine," I said.

"The bartender will bring you drinks. The bouncer will be here but you won't see him unless you get out of hand," he said.

"We won't," I said.

"Okay, then," he said. "Malena and Disha are back stage getting ready. You can sit or stand anywhere you want. And enjoy the show."

He held his hand out and I shook it. He walked away through some door marked "Private" leading to his office.

"Let's go stand over by the front of the stage," Craig said.

We followed Craig to the front of the stage.

The bartender came over, asked us what we wanted, and I told him to just keep bringing us what we had been drinking all night. He nodded and left. We waited by the stage, the club almost quiet with the usual music turned down. I pulled some of the leather chairs from around the tables so we could sit down if we wanted to.

Then, the lights on the stage come on brightly, and then dimmed some. Craig cheered.

"Here we go," Richard said excited.

The house music stopped and then some softer music started with a strong bass guitar.

The curtains parted and out stepped Disha and Malena together, holding hands. Craig cheered again and Richard and Patrick clapped.

The women walked towards us and I looked intently at Disha as she approached us. I could see her eyes were glassy and darting around her. She had a large grin on her face. Her body moved sinuously. She was enjoying the ecstasy ride.

They were wearing the same outfits they'd worn all night: Disha in her plaid skirt, white shirt, heels, and bobby socks, and Malena with the heels, stockings, G-string, and pasties. They looked gorgeous together, such different body types, different types of sexuality and femininity. The group of us just watched them slowly prowl towards us.

A few feet from the edge of the stage they stopped, turned towards each other, and held hands. Slowly they leaned in closer and kissed lightly.

Patrick sighed audibly. Craig whistled and leaned forward on the stage.

Their lips slowly parted as they kissed, their mouths opening, their hands still intertwined. I had watched her kiss other women. I had watched her have sex with other women. But this was even more arousing being in a public place with others watching. I felt myself getting dizzy from excitement. I looked back and found a chair to sit in and flopped into it, far enough to the side so that I could see the women on the stage and the guys standing at the front.

They moved closer as they kissed and Malena slid her hands around Disha's waist and back. Disha kissed her back, her arms limp at her side. Malena was taller than Disha and had to bend down slightly to kiss her deeper. She rubbed her large breasts against Disha's as their kissing became more urgent.

Patrick, Richard, and Craig stood transfixed at the stage, their hands holding onto the brass railing around the edge of the stage. I looked over at Todd who was now standing up further to the side watching them.

Malena slid her hands around Disha's body and pulled at the knot on the front of her shirt, pulling it free, and pushed the shirt to the side, exposing Disha's bare breasts. Malena moved away slightly and slid her hands over Disha's nude breasts and slid her fingers over the bare nipples. Disha sighed and gripped Malena's hips tightly, her fingers digging into the soft skin.

Malena moved her hands to her own breasts, peeled off her pasties and flung them to the ground. She bent down and pressed their bare breasts together. She wrapped her arms around Disha, down her back to her butt and pulled her against her tightly, kissing deeply, rubbing their bodies together. She slid the shirt down over Disha's shoulders and Disha let go of Malena's hips to lift the shirt slide down her arms and to the floor.

Then, Malena pulled away from Disha to look at her, gave her another quick kiss, grabbed her hips and led her to the pole at the center of the stage. She backed Disha up against the pole, grabbed Disha's wrists, and held them up above her head against the pole, so that Disha was stretched out with her back to the pole, her nipples hard, her chest rising and falling, her mouth wet.

Malena held Disha's hands up while she lowered her head and sucked on Disha's right breast, kissing the nipple, and then pulling it between her lips. Disha sighed and cringed against the pole. She pulled at her hands but Malena held them tightly. Malena used her free hand to hold Disha's breast and feed it into her mouth, sucking on it. Disha's heels slid on the floor and then she pushed herself up straight with a loud moan.

Malena slurped the breast tightly until it popped from between her lips and then moved to the other one, fondling the wet one, tweaking Disha's nipple. Disha's back arched and writhed against the pole and her legs shook. Malena pressed Disha's hands against the pole and Disha opened her hands and grabbed the pole, holding her body up.

Malena grabbed a breast in each hand, squeezing and pinching, sucking on the left breast, kissing around the nipple, sucking it between her lips. Disha's body shook, her head tilted back against the pole, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, her lips parted with her moans.

Then, Malena slowly lowered herself to her knees, kissing her way down Disha's stomach to the waist of her skirt, her hands sliding down Disha's side and waist, until she was looking up at her. Disha looked down at her, her eyes wide and glassy, panting.

Malena slid her hands down over Disha's skirt, down her thighs to her knees, then back up slowly, looking up into Disha's eyes, her hands going under the skirt and pushing it up revealing Disha's pussy and neatly trimmed pubic hair.

"Holy shit, she's not wearing the G-string," Patrick muttered.

"What a perfect pussy," Todd said.

The guys were still standing in the same place, having barely moved during the show.

"What a fuckin' show," Richard said and grabbed Patrick's shoulder, shaking him.

I looked down at the table beside me and saw a fresh drink. The bartender was still serving us. I took a deep drink, letting the warm bourbon slide down my throat and into my stomach, soothing me, making my muscles relax.

On the stage, Malena held Disha's skirt up, while Disha still held onto the pole, her arms stretched above her head. Disha slid her feet apart, spreading her thighs, as Malena leaned in towards her. She licked her tongue up Disha's pussy once, making Disha groan loudly and twist her head to the side.

With one hand, Malena held up Disha's skirt, and slid the other up and down Disha's thighs as she began licking her pussy back and forth, sitting back on her heels and tilting her head. Disha turned her thighs towards Malena's lapping tongue, bent her knees, making her thighs flex and tremble.

Malena's hand went behind Disha to grip her butt, pulling her towards her lapping tongue, as she licked up and down, and began flicking her clit with each stroke, making Disha shake each time, biting her lower lip, looking down at the woman between her legs, licking her pussy.

I poured more of the bourbon into my body and stood up, feeling more in control. I took the fresh drinks for the guys from the table behind them and set them on the stage in front of them.

"Drink up, guys. I'm paying for them," I said.

Patrick turned to look at me, his eyes wide, and then looked down at drinks. He picked it up and drank. The other two saw him and did the same, looking over their glasses at the women on the stage.

Malena was now licking Disha's pussy quickly, delving her tongue between the folds of her pussy, licking up and down, her hand gripping Disha's butt tightly. Disha's spread thighs shook violently as she groaned, her cries blending into the music.

Then, Malena sucked Disha's clit between her lips, flicking it, and Disha's body shook violently. She flung her head back, her body writhing, her hands slid down the pole, and she went silent and still for a moment, then cried out again as an orgasm shook her. Malena held her clit between her lips, making her ride it out, as Disha's body alternately tensed and shook, ragged moans coming from her wet parted lips.

Malena pulled away, ran her fingertips over her lips and sucked on them. Disha slowly slid down the pole to her knees until the women were facing each other and she moved languidly in towards Malena, straddling one thigh, pushing a knee between Malena's knees, and wrapped her arms around her. They kissed deeply, mouths wide open, tongues dancing.

"Wow," Richard said quietly.

"Fuck yeah," Craig said much more loudly.

Patrick turned around to find a chair behind him and sat down. The rest of us followed him, pulling chairs from the tables to face the stage. Stephen walked towards us, sliding his hand along the stage, watching the two women. He pulled up a chair next to us and sat down.

"I didn't know they were allowed to do that," Stephen said.

"Who cares?" said Craig. "They can do whatever they want."

We watched them kissing, Disha sitting on Malena's thigh and grinding against it, her hands moving up and down Malena's sides. Then, she suddenly pulled away, grabbed Malena's arms and urged her down onto the stage. Malena turned so that she laid down towards the back of the stage, and Disha moved with her, almost turning her back towards us.

"Oh god, there's more," Patrick moaned.

"Fuck yeah," Craig said again and leaned forward.

Disha moved down Malena's body, grabbed her G-string, and slid it down her legs, Malena lifting her legs to help her pull them over her heels. Then she planted her heels flat on the stage, her knees pointed up, and thighs spread wide so we could all see the dark bare juicy pussy.

Disha lowered her head to that pussy and began licking it, darting her tongue between the lips. Malena grabbed Disha's ponytails and held her against her. Disha's hands slid up Malena's body to grab her large breasts. Crouched between Malena's legs, Disha's knees beneath her, she licked and sucked vigorously, pressing the width of her tongue against Malena's pussy and licking up, flicking her clit. Malena's body rose and fell on the stage, her hips bucking against Disha's mouth.

Richard stood up, walked to the stage, and leaned forward, only a few feet from the two women, staring at them. The rest of us joined him, shoulder to shoulder, looking intently. Malena spread her legs further apart to give us a better view and pulled Disha to the side. We could see Malena's glistening pussy appear and disappear behind Disha's bobbing head.

Then, Malena pushed one of Disha's hands down from her breast and to her pussy. Disha quickly slid two fingers into Malena's wet pussy and Malena groaned, lifting her hips. Disha began sucking on Malena's clit as she slid the fingers in and out of her. Malena reached down, grabbed Disha's hand, turned it palm up and held the fingers inside of her. She began bucking her hips erratically, her other hand holding Disha's ponytail tightly, holding her mouth to her clit. Disha licked and sucked, jammed the fingers into her, until Malena yelled out and jerked wildly, her legs flexing as her hips bucked, her ass clenching, as an orgasm ran through her.

"She is fucking hot," Richard said, leaning forward intently. "Listen to her."

Malena moaned loudly as she held Disha in place, her body rigid, letting the pleasure ride her, as Disha held still, panting, until Malena released her and dropped her hips to the floor. Disha wiped her hands across her face, looked down at Malena, and then crawled over and lay on top of her. They kissed again, Disha between Malena's legs, grinding their hips together languidly.

"Really fucking hot," Craig said.

I was so hard I had to sit down just to relieve the pressure. The others joined me, all with noticeable erections in their pants.

"The best fucking best man," Patrick said.

I laughed and then everyone laughed, loud and hard.

We relaxed in the soft leather chairs as the laughter died down, feeling the intensity soften, as the two women kissed and held each other, moving against each other. Disha spread her thighs, pushing her knees into Malena's thighs and I could see both of their pussies, wet and puffy, and wanted to sink myself into both of them.

"What gorgeous pussies," Todd said.

I took another drink and felt my control slither over me again like a warm blanket. I watched Disha on top of Malena and knew I had to have her, had to be inside of her, that this would be the time to do it.

Disha slowly rolled off of Malena to her knees beside her and sat there looking down at her. She ran her fingers over Malena's stomach and breasts. Malena shivered at her touch and pushed herself to her elbows to look at us, a large grin on her face.

I stood up and walked over to the stage.

"Disha," I said loudly.

Disha turned to look at me, her eyes large and glassy like she was seeing something far away, but looking at me.

"Come on over here," I said and held out my hand.

Disha smiled and slowly crawled over to me.

"That's your girlfriend?" Patrick asked.

"Yeah," I said without turning around.

Disha took my hand and let me guide her off of the stage and onto the floor.

 

[hotaks]

"How are you feeling?" I asked her.

She looked me in the eyes then down my body and slid her fingers up and down my chest and stomach.

"Wonderful," she sighed.

"Come get some water," I said.

I took her by the hand to the bar. The bartender put out a glass of water. She drank from it deeply until it was gone, sighing as she put it down.

"Thanks, baby," she said.

She leaned in towards me. Her body was radiating heat and glistened with sweat. She smelled of sex. I held her against me and kissed her, then kissed her deeper as I tasted Malena on her lips and tongue. She kissed me back, her hands grabbing at the front of my shirt. I pulled back and she was panting.

"Want me inside of you?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she said, nodding her head.

"Then ask me," I said.

"Please, baby," she said, pulling my shirt out of my pants. "Please get inside of me."

I pushed her back onto a bar stool. She lay back on the stool, curled against the back rest, her hands grasping at my shirt.

I unzipped my pants, reached in and pulled out my erection, jutting out hard and long.

"Holy shit," Stephen whispered behind me.

I turned back to see the four of them standing in a group behind me. Malena walked up behind them.

"Show's not over," I said to them and smiled.

Richard laughed, pulled a chair forward, and sat down, leaning forward.

I felt fingers on my cock and turned around to Disha grabbing me, pulling me towards her, her thighs spread, one leg thrown over the side of the bar stool chair, the other foot resting on the bar stool rest, her little skirt bunched up around her waist, her pussy wet and open.

"Please fuck me," she sighed.

I moved forward, lining the head of my cock to her pussy, the perfect height for me with her hips at the edge of the seat. I slid my hands down her inner thighs and she trembled. Her hand moved up and down my cock, stroking it.

"I need you inside of me," she pleaded.

I pushed her other leg up onto the bar stool arm rest, spreading her thighs wide, and moved in closer until the head of my cock was up against her.

"Please," she begged once more.

I parted her lips with two fingers and pushed into her slightly, both of us groaning, as I slid in smoothly and easily, her pussy wrapping around the head. I looked down at the tip of my penis encased inside of her, the rigid shaft lined up with her opening, and held myself still, feeling my cock pulsing. She whined and grabbed my hips, trying to pull me towards her and into her. My fingers held her lips apart, opening her to me, and I pulled back to see the head starting to pull from her, then slid back in a bit deeper, the head disappearing into her.

"Oh god, please, baby," she sighed.

Her body trembled and her thighs shook. I slid a hand up and down her inner thigh, her legs splayed out over the chair arm rests, her plaid skirt crumpled around her waist, her pussy wet and open. I pulled my hand from her pussy letting her lips close around me, grabbed the back of her head, my fingers curling in her hair, and leaned forward to kiss her. She leaned forward to meet me and kissed me back hungrily. I slid my other hand around her thigh, wrapping my fingers around her leg, and started sliding in and out of her, pushing into her deeper, making her break the kiss, as I sunk into her to the hilt in a few slow strokes.

I started thrusting in and out of her in long strokes, pushing my hips against her with each time, and held her head with her face just a few inches from me, looking into each other's eyes, her eyes dreamy and pupils dilated. I thrust into her harder to hear her grunt, her mouth open and panting, gliding in and out of her smoothly, sucking me in and clenching me as I withdrew. Her hands slid up under my shirt, moving up and down my clenching abdominal and chest muscles.

I pushed into her deeply and started twisting my hips, grinding into her, rubbing inside of her, and leaned down to kiss her again, our tongues touching. I pulled her thigh against my chest, her calf onto my shoulder, trying to jam into her deeper, plunge into her, feeling my cock head rubbing against her deep inside. She panted into the kiss and her fingers gripped my sides.

"Can I come?" she whispered into my mouth.

"Yes," I said.

I pulled my head back to look at her face as I pulled her head back and she cried out. Her pussy clenched down on me tightly and I pushed through it in those short jabs, pushing through her orgasm. She stiffened, her back arching, pushing her breasts up and against me. Her leg on my shoulder straightened, her foot pointing to the ceiling. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to cum inside her yet, feeling my cock pulsing, feeing pre-cum dribbling into her, wanting to enjoy this a bit longer. I had to stop and hold still inside of her to stop from cumming, but her pussy shook around me and I trembled, fighting to hold on. She panted and groaned, then her body relaxed back into the chair and she looked up at me, her eyes fluttering, drained but alive.

I straightened up, letting her leg slide back to the arm rest and pulled my hand from her hair, so her head leaned back against the back rest. I laid my hands on her outstretched thighs and looked down at my cock buried inside of her, now soaking wet with white fluid clinging to the skin. I pulled out until only the head was inside of her and ran a finger up and down the top of the shaft, feeling the slick fluid, and then rubbed it over her clit. She cried out and grabbed at my shirt, arching her back. I stopped and she relaxed again, her body trembling.

A small cheer came from behind me and I looked back to see Craig and Richard standing and yelling encouragement at me.

"Way to fuck her," Craig yelled.

Patrick, Stephen, and Todd were sitting in chairs watching us and smiling. Malena was sitting on a table beside Richard, her legs swinging, a perverse grin on her lips.

I pulled out of her and turned the chair slightly so they could see her around me, see her body lounging back, her skirt bunched at her waist, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, her firm thighs spread wide, her legs over the arm rests, her feet with high heels and ankle socks dangling freely, and between her legs at her wet, swollen pussy.

I put my hands on her knees, resting on the leather padded arm rests, and then slid into her, my cock slipping inside her eager pussy easily, making sure the group behind me could see, not sliding in far enough to block their view. I slid in and out of her at a moderate pace, pulling all the way out, then plunging into her, sliding in about halfway, just enough so they could see the penetration, then pulling back out. She lay almost motionless, just panting, but looking up at me through wide eyes, now recovered from her orgasm, feeling the ecstasy.

I moved my hands up and down her smooth thighs as I looked down at her, at my cock pulling from her and penetrating her again, the shaft sliding smoothly into her, at her firm spread thighs, at her flat stomach, rising and falling with her quickening breaths. I started pushing into her deeper until my hips pressed against her butt, then pulled all the way back out, then plunged back in, her pussy making a clinging noise of wet flesh moving inside of wet flesh. I felt an orgasm building, turned on by the sight of her laying out on the stool before me and around me and by the group of guys watching behind me. I didn't want to hold out anymore.

I slid my hands down her thighs, grabbed her skirt in my fists, held her against me, and started pounding into her, not pulling out entirely anymore, just running the entire length of the shaft in and out of her. She started groaning loudly, her body shaking and feet swaying with my thrusts. I pulled her further towards me, her butt hanging off the edge of the seat and plunged into her faster and harder, my hips smacking against her butt with an audible slap again and again.

She grabbed onto my shirt and straightened her back, looking up at me, her eyes wide and alive, electric, focused on me, pulling me into her, and I fucked her harder, groaning as I felt it building, felt my body losing its rhythm, felt the urge to push deeper, the thrusts becoming shorter and shorter, until I felt it like a vice opening at the base of my cock, and with a loud groan felt my orgasm light through my chest and head as semen poured through my cock and into her in a giant spurt. I gripped the skirt tighter and jammed into her hard, stabbing again and again, my back arching, her body quaking, as she watched me, urged me on, and rolled her hips.

"Please cum in me, baby, please give me all your cum," she sighed, as I poured it into her.

The orgasm came in surges, moving in waves through my gut and spine and into my head, with each long spurt of semen that slid down the length of my cock and into her. I shoved into her as hard as I could, pressed against her, and dropped my head as the last hard surge poured through me and into her. Then, my body shook as several small waves of pleasure flowed through me, making my cock squirt smaller spurts deep inside of her.

She pulled on my shirt, pulling me towards her, and lifted herself up, until our lips met, and we kissed deeply. She rocked her hips slowly, letting the last of my semen leak into her. We broke the kiss, she brushed her fingers across my lips, looking far into my eyes, and then laid back on the stool.

"Holy shit," Todd said softly behind me.

"What a fuckin' show," Craig yelled.

With a deep sigh I straightened up and looked down at her glistening body spread out on the seat as she looked up at me. I slid my hands up and down her thighs and then stepped back, letting my half-hard cock slip out of her, making her sigh. A thick stream of semen poured from her and fell in a small puddle on the floor.

"You made a fuckin' mess," Patrick said.

"Literally," Malena chimed in.

I put my spent cock back in my pants and zipped up gingerly. I walked towards the group of guys and Craig stood up and slapped me on the back.

"Hell of a show, man," he said

"Thanks, but there was more than I thought there'd be," I said, pretending to be coy about doing what I had been planning to do. "Something just came over me."

"More like you came in her," Todd said.

Everyone laughed, including me.

"How about more drinks," I yelled.

The bartender made our drinks and set them on the bar. Malena brought them over to us, spending time to sway her ass and point it in our direction, obviously wanting some of the attention.

"To a hell of a night," Todd said, holding up his glass.

"And a hell of a bachelor party," Richard added.

We all held up our glasses and drank.

I turned to Disha, who had slid her legs down from the rests and was slouched in the stool. She was looking around the room, her eyes bright and dreamy.

"Can you get some water for Disha," I asked the bartender.

He got her the water. Slowly, she swiveled around in the stool and drank the water. I walked over to her, stood beside her, and stroked her hair.

"That was amazing," I said to her.

"More than amazing," she said, her words soft as if coming from far away. "I've never come so hard."

She finished her water and looked up at me. I touched her chin, turning her face up to me, and bent down to kiss her. I pulled back and looked into her eyes.

"You still look horny," I said.

"I feel..." she started, then wrapped her arms around herself, "... insatiable."

"Well," I said, still holding her chin in my hand, "How about you finish that lap dance for the groom?"

She looked at me for a while like she was looking through me, and then focused on me.

"Really?" she said dreamily.

"Sure," I said. "He deserves it and I think you want it. I think you want it really bad."

I saw her body tense as I said that and she sighed with a shiver and nodded.

"You really want it?" I asked.

She looked at me.

"Do you want me to do it?" she asked.

"I want you to ask me. I want you to say you want it," I said.

"I want it," she said.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want to give him that lap dance," she said, her eyes focusing sharper.

"And what else?" I asked.

"I want to fuck him. Will you let me fuck him?" she asked.

"Of course," I said.

I kissed her again, a soft brush of lips, and then looked into her eyes.

"I'll love this," I said. "It'll make me happy. You make me happy."

She smiled at me and then looked over her shoulder at Patrick. I took her hand and led her from the bar stool over to Patrick. He sat in the chair, watching her come towards him. He opened his mouth to say something then stopped. He looked to me, then back at Disha as she stopped in front of him, his eyes moving over her breasts, the skirt barely covering her crotch, her long legs, and heels. He licked his lips and sat up in his chair.

I stepped back away from her, letting her hand fall from mine, and moved to the side. The room was quiet as everyone looked at Disha standing still in front of Patrick, swaying slightly on her heels, looking down at him.

She grabbed her breasts lightly pushing them together with a sigh, then slid her hands down her stomach, over her skirt, and under it, pulling it up, and stroked a finger over her pussy.

"Oh wow," Patrick sighed.

"You lucky fucker," Craig said. "I have to get married."

He and Richard laughed, but everyone else was silent as we watched her stroking her pussy softly, pushing her finger between the folds of flesh as she stared directly at Patrick. Her eyes fluttered as she rubbed her finger over her clit.

"Does the bad boy groom deserve to be treated nice," she said to him, her voice dreamy and distant.

"Definitely," Patrick said, nodding his head.

Disha moaned and bit her lip, tilting her head, letting one ponytail fall across her face.

"He better be good to me if I'm good to him," she said.

"I'll be so good to you," Patrick said.

Craig laughed softly.

Disha took the last couple of steps towards him and leaned over him, placing her hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes. His eyes drifted from her face to her breasts. She slid a hand down from his shoulder, over his chest and stomach, and down to his groin. She pressed her hand against his crotch.

"Does the groom's little friend want to come out and play with me?" she asked him.

"Since I first saw you," he said.

She pushed his knees apart, pushing herself between his legs, and lowered to her knees, still looking in his eyes. She rubbed her hand over the outline of his cock in his pants back and forth. He sighed and raised his hips.

"That seems so uncomfortable," she said. "Let me see if I can help."

She opened his zipper slowly and started to push a hand into the opening.

"Oh god," he groaned.

She used both hands to pull the opening apart and pull his cock out, very thick and only half-erect.

"So thick," she cooed.

Patrick reached to his belt to open his pants further but Disha grabbed his hands and pushed them away.

"The boy's being bad," she said.

She pushed his hands to his sides.

"Good boys ask for what they want," she said. "Do you want your pants open more?"

"Yes, please," he said.

"That's a good boy," she purred at him.

She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the pants opening to the side to see his cock sticking out through the hole in his white briefs.

"Is that better?" she asked him.

He nodded, looking down at her, waiting.

She sat back on her heels and slid one hand up and down his thigh, then encircled his cock with the other making him shutter and sigh. She moved her hand up and down softly a few times, feeling its weight in her hand. Then, holding it in her palm she slid her index finger around the head and beneath it, then traced her finger over the opening and back along the rim of the head. It grew more rigid in her hand and Patrick squirmed in the chair.

She grabbed his waist and pulled him towards her so he slouched in the chair. Then she sat up off her feet so she was over his lap, held the base of his penis with one hand, supported herself on his thigh with the other, lowered her head, and took his cock into her mouth. She lowered her head until her lips met her hand at the base and then closed around him. She sucked up slowly, moaning softly. Patrick groaned and dropped his head back. She held her lips around him lightly and moved her head up until she was sucking on the head. She licked underneath the head, circled it with her tongue, and then closed her lips around it and sucked back down the length of him to her hand.

I pulled my chair over to the side where I could see them better. Richard moved his chair around too, while the others stood around watching them.

She moved her head up and down several times, each time along the full length of him, sucking at the head, and he grew longer and thicker, until she couldn't go down all the way and moved her hand up his shaft some, sliding her lips down to her hand each time, the tip of his cock pushing deep into her mouth. Richard groaned and started moving his hips up and down with her.

He lifted his hips up once hard, pushing his cock into her throat, and she pulled her head up, releasing him for her mouth. She held him firmly in her hand and looked at him. He looked back at her and lowered his hips, knowing he'd pushed it too far into her mouth.

She slid her hand up and down his shaft, spreading her saliva over it, until his erection stood up long and straight, barely curved, the head an angry purple.

"This belongs inside of me," she said.

She stood up, her hand still wrapped around him, pushed his legs closed with her other hand, and then walked forward straddling him until her crotch was over his cock, her breasts in front of his face. He held still and stared at her, looking at her breasts then down to her crotch and her hand grasping him tightly. She pushed her other hand against his shoulder, holding him back, as she lowered her body down.