Atif opened the gate and stood aside to allow Reema, the maid, to
enter. As usual, he had left barely enough room for Reema to pass,
his upper arm brushing against her breasts as she tried to. Every
day, he did the same childish things.

“Ammi is in her room” He said locking the gate behind him and
following her up the drive way to the front door.

Atif watched Reema’s fat ass wobble as she walked. Her thin shalwar
kamiz was old and well worn, typical work cloths, clean but old. Atif
was certain that beneath them, Reema was without panties. Her class
did not go in for such luxuries. He licked his lips at the thought of
her pussy.

Reema felt his eyes on her as she walked. She added an extra spring
in her step to make sure her ass wobbled just right. She liked to
tease him.

“Stupid kid” the thirty-something thought to herself.

Birth dates were irrelevant in her world. You worked from the moment
you could stand up to the day you lay down and died. Why waste time
counting the years in between?

“Massi?” (Polite term for house cleaner) the voice of the Memsahib
(madam) rang out

“Jee Memsahib” Reema answered walking through the house to the
bedroom where Memshahib was.

She was well aware that Atif was still probably staring at her butt.
If he wanted her, he would have to make the first move. She had
certainly given him enough signals to say she would not object. The
extra money was always useful, and why should he get it for free?

As usual the Memshahib had just woken up, although it was 12.30 am.
She was sitting up in bed in her night suit.

Reema had been up since sunrise working in two of three bungalows in
the posh Gulshan-Iqbal suburb that gleamed and shone in the sunlight
a stones throw from her grey cement block house in the slum
neighbourhood nearby.

“Oh Massi” Memshahib began “My back hurts so much.”

Reema squatted on the floor beside the bed and listened as Memsahib
went in to her usual `life is hard’ speech. Reema had heard it so
many times from so many other memsahibs that she knew the speech off
by heart.

She nodded and looked sympathetic but her mind was else where. She
watched Atif as he came in the room and sat down on his mother’s bed
and clicked the remote control of the TV on.

Atif was 18 or 19 years old, (Birthdates mattered to the rich for
some reason),

He was a slender boy, not very tall, with a thick bush of black hair
cut in the latest fashion. He sported a beard which for his age was
surprisingly thick. It made him look rather heavier then his actual
build.

Reema could see his build all too clearly today. As he bent one knee
against his t-shirted chest, the loose shorts he was wearing fell
down his legs to the hip, showing that his legs were thin and hairy.

Memsahib was rapidly coming to the end of her speech, not bothered
that Atif was leaning back on the pillow beside her.

“Abdul?” Memsahib called out

A man about Reema’s age appeared in the doorway with a tray.

On the tray were Memsahib’s usual tea and two slices of toast, which
he set down on the nightstand beside the bed.

This was Reema’s cue to get up and follow Abdul to the kitchen where
she and Abdul usually had tea.

Once in the kitchen Abdul slipped his arm around her waist and smiled
at her, before asking “In the mood?”

Reema smiled and nodded, following Abdul out the back door of the
kitchen to his small room behind the house.

Once inside, with the door locked, Reema lay on the bed and tugged
her shalwar (trousers) Off, letting Abdul climb between her open legs
and fucked her hard and fast. She had taken care to pull the shirt
tail of her kamiz up so that her bare ass was on his sheets. She did
not want semen stains on her clothing.

Abdul was as hot as ever, eager to get in to her and shoot his load.
It had been two days since he last had her and jerking off was
against Abdul’s `healthy living’ code.

15 minutes later they were sitting in the kitchen calmly taking tea
and chatting as if nothing had happened. They never wasted time. Too
risky. Besides, the only purpose was to get Abdul’s heat out.

As for Reema, she liked Abdul and the Rs.50.00 he slipped afterwards
was always welcome.

Atif came into the kitchen and casually asked “Abdul, any chance of a
sandwich?”

Then to Reema he said “Ammi wants a massage before you start the
laundry”

Atif then left. Reema smirked at Abdul she finished her tea and
headed towards the Memsahib’s room.

Atif was standing outside his mother’s room, waiting for her.

Reema looked at him suspiciously as she approached; he smiled and
winked at her as she neared him.

Atif moved aside to let her pass but as she did so, he brushed his
palm over her buttocks. Cupping a butt cheek and squeezing gently, as
she opened the door.

Reema ignored it and entered memsahib’s room.

`Finally got some guts, little boy?’ she thought to herself.

Memsahib was in the bathroom.

Atif entered with a clean sheet for her to spread on the carpet where
memsahib would lie,

As she took the sheet, Atif licked his lips and caught hold of her
hand. Reema smiled at him. She was used to this kind of behaviour
from men. Taking his hand in hers, she guided it to one of her
breasts and let him squeeze it.

She was an attractive woman. She was dark skinned with large black
eyes and long jet black hair.

Her figure was still `hot.” Her 38 inch breasts may sag a bit but
still were very sexy.

Her hips were wide and her waist at 30 inches was by no means flabby
and flared out nicely to her hips and her well rounded and firm ass.

Atif released her breast as Abdul knocked and said “Atif Sahib, your
sandwich.”

Atif opened the door and took the plate off Abdul and locking the
door he put the sandwich on the nightstand and sitting on the bed
leaned back against the pillows, signalling Reema to come closer.

Atif winked at her as he gave his balls a squeeze before reaching
down into his shorts and stroking his shaft.

“Such a silly boy” she thought. “Did he want her to jump on him with
his mother likely to enter the room at any second?”

Reema shook her head and pointed at the bathroom door.

Reema smiled and opened the bed sheet Atif had given her.

Reema had spread the sheet out and was sitting beside it on the floor
waiting for Memsahib to emerge.

Hi friends I am Kam from India living in northern part of India. I
remember the night when this all happened I was working on the
Internet and was caught watching nude pics. I will tell you this in a
wide manner Then my age was 20. Let me first describe my Bua (in
India father’s sister is known as bua) to you.
She is 38 years old lady she is little fat but cute, married and
having 2 daughter age 19 and 17 her physical appearance no doubt
plump but her plumpness makes me mad .She was having really big
BOOBS, the Boobs never fitted in her Bra little portion of it always
appeared from her Kamiz. Her cunt was really sexy I really can’t
explain it to you how nice is her cunt. My father and mother had gone
to see their far relatives from town and were doing to come after
three of four days. They told my Bua to sleep at their house because
I would be alone at night.
My bua agreed because her Husband had gone outside the town because
of his touring Job and her daughter’s we with her. So She decided to
shift to our house. My parents had gone and I was the only male
member in the house. My bua decided to sleep with her two Daughters
and me in my dad’s room. My room is divided in two parts one is the
computer room also known as study room and the other is my bedroom.
As night falled I was working on my Internet with the door closed so
that no one come to my room but I did not lock my rooms so that
anybody could come to my room it was 10:00 PM in night when. I was
working on my Internet staring nude Indian pics when all of sudden my
Bua came in and saw me seeing nude pics at that time I was making my
cock hard she saw my hands on my cock.
She was shocked for a while and went to my bedroom my heart started
pumping at the speed of 300 km/h my legs started shivering. I felt
that this is the end of my life I started thinking if my bua will
tell my mother what would I answer to her and started thinking all
negative. My erect cock at once fell down as if building falls to the
ground. I started felling very embarrassed how would I face my bua
what would she be thinking about me in such tension I switched my
internet off and shut down my computer and felt it is better to sleep
in my computer room instead in my bedroom. The most embarrass night
passed in the morning I rushed to my collage without seeing my bua
and even did not eat my breakfast. When I was returning from collage
I thought it was stupid ness to hide from bua I have to face her why
not now .
I went to my house sat on the dining table for my lunch thought I
will face my bua. I asked for my lunch on hearing my voice my bua
came to me and asked me why did you rush to collage without telling
me and why did you not come to your bedroom to sleep last night I
thought in my mind how could I face you at that time .She said Ok now
have your lunch. I had my lunch with my 2 cousin sisters (my bua’s
daughter), my bua was quite frank with them I felt bua must have told
them about yesterday night she was frank to her daughter because she
believed that it is good to know what her daughter’s thought of the
opposite sex she even knew that her 2 daughter’s had boyfriends.
While eating lunch they were laughing at me, I felt that moment bua
must have told them. My legs started shivering I finished my lunch
and went to my room .In the night I went to my bathroom to pee there
I saw my bua’s BRA My cock was almost at its best I did not knew that
my bua was keeping an eye on me must be because of yesterday night
She entered the bathroom my saying sorry I did not knock on the door
it might be deliberately or might be a chance .
I said it is ok and went to my room it was around 11:00 PM she came
to the room to sleep wearing saree and a silk Blouse I could easily
see her erect nipples I felt that today bua is missing her husband we
had to share one pillow and one blanket as she came close to me and
laid aside me her big BOOBS touched my hand and on this she gave me a
smile I could not understand why she smiled bua was sleeping very
close to me her hot boobs were keep on touching my hands I tried to
squeeze her boobs my touching them she all of sudden asked me a
question what were you doing on the Net yesterday night I said
watching nude pics of Indian babe She said there is nothing bad in
watching nude pics but you should close the door properly had your
cousin come in what would they had thought that there brother is
sexually frustrated .I could not understand what is bua saying I felt
it might be because she is quite frank to her daughter’s .
I said I am sorry I will shut the door properly next time . She
said “I would like to watch those pics which you have downloaded from
the Net” I first of all hesitated then I thought what to hesitated I
felt something in my mind about my uncle (my bua’s husband) I felt
that my bua’s husband is 90% outside the city in his work and bua
could not have sex with him regularly as other wives do have with
their husband I understood’s bua’s feelings and took her to the
computer room there I saw her nude pics of Indian babes she said to
me “tumhe is me kya acha lagta hau”I replied “bade mamme”(big BOOBS )
she came closer to me and took my hand and said press my BIG BOOBS I
first of all hesitated she said it is OK your uncle is almost outside
and he is not able to satisfy me and I can’t take a risk to have
another men in my life so I thought of you would like to be my other
man ,no one will know of it I said would your daughter mind she said
no I have told them about you first they assessed that a small boy of
our age will have sex with you and they refused I explained them if I
will keep another man the news will move around and it might happen
one day yours friends will point on you so I have thought to make a
person who is close to us and no one know of it in this my daughter
said OK.

When she turned fifteen, my sister Shilpa started going to the same
school as me and sort of got in my view every now and then. Some of
the guys would come around sniffing out about my sister, wanting to
know how old she was, and did she ever fool around, and that kind of
stuff. Well, naturally I’d growl and make mean noises and then go
sniffing after their sisters. It wasn’t that I was all that
protective about Shilpa. It was just that I couldn’t imagine anybody
wanting to do anything like that with such a little brat. I mean, she
was a real little snot, you know. In hindsight, you could hardly
blame her really. So that’s the way things were for a couple of
months.

My little sister was just a kind of noise that lived in one end of
our house. Then one night I got the midnight munchies real bad. I
hadn’t fucked my girlfriend for a few days, so I was kind of restless
and decided to go downstairs and pig-out on some patties. Our house
was two floors with Mom’s bedroom on the second floor, and Shilpa’s
bedroom on the ground floor, near the downstairs bathroom. In the
dark, I sort of groped my way down the stairs and headed for the
refrigerator. Shilpa’s room is the last door before the kitchen, and
as I moved down the hallway, I noticed her door was open a couple of
inches, and the light was on. Out of curiosity, I stopped and looked
in. Wow! I couldn’t believe it! There was my naked little kid sister
standing in front of her mirror, but the sister I used to know wasn’t
there anymore. This one had little curves and bumps in places she
never had when we went skinny-dipping a couple of years ago. She now
had a little curve to her butt and her hips seemed to be wider. She
was still skinny, and she was still definitely a kid, but there were
differences! Shilpa was staring at herself in the mirror when I
peeked in, and therefore facing away from me.
In the mirror, I could see her from toes to forehead. Where there
used to be a navel on a flat, muscular board, there was now a gently
curving little belly. Where there was a skinny rib cage with two
nipples on it, there was now a creamy smooth plateau with two perfect
little tits, each with a strawberry tip. Wow! Just for a moment, I
saw my sister as she really was, a cute budding girl, tall, prettier
than average, with a sensual mouth inherited from our mom, and large,
limpid brown eyes, from Dad, no doubt. But before this stunning
realization had time to really grab me, she started doing something
that really blew my mind! Shilpa stood in front of her mirror and
began to posture and turn, staring at her sweet, naked young body.
Like a photographic model, she raised her hands and began to caress
her little breasts, rubbing the nipples between her fingers. She
closed her eyes almost all the way and watched herself through
lowered lashes, biting her lower lip and hissing softly like some
video porn queen! Standing there unnoticed outside my little sister’s
door, I was paralyzed. I’d never seen anything like this before, and
it had my jaw hanging.

It also had my cock rising, but I was too absorbed to notice. Shilpa
kept fondling her little tits until the nipples got hard. They
weren’t very big, so it was hard to tell at that distance, but they
also got darker, and I could certainly see that! Then, she slowly
lowered one hand and began to caress her slender young body all over,
running her hands over her flanks and her belly, squeezing herself
gently on the rump. She was also raising one leg and lowering it,
rubbing the front of one calf against the back of the other. She kept
working closer and closer to her hairless little choot. Shilpa was
breathing harder and harder, and so was I as I stared at my sister’s
gorgeous young body in total disbelief! Then, like she was giving
herself a reward, Shilpa sighed and slid her hand between her legs.
In the mirror, I could see her very gently and sensuously moving her
middle finger back and forth across her little choot, dipping it into
the crack a little bit each time. I knew what she was doing, and it
turned me on something fierce.

My little sister was actually bringing herself off with her finger,
and I was watching her do it!! Then, Sis took her hand off her tits
and put it against the mirror. Steadying herself, she spread her legs
and bent her knees awkwardly, then slid her other hand slowly
downward and inward, her skinny middle finger disappearing to the
hilt. Wow! That really turned me on, and I grabbed my rock-hard cock
and began to rub it, imagining what it would be like to put my stiff
prick into that tiny, pink little hole. As I watched, Shilpa crouched
over with her knees spread, bracing herself against the mirror, with
her finger moving in and out of her hot little cunt. And there was me
with my Lund up and my jaw down, staring through her partly-open door
with my eyes about a foot out of my head and my mouth full of glue.
We really would have made a weird scene if anybody had come along.
Fortunately nobody did. Sis just kept on stroking her cunt and I just
kept on staring and rubbing my cock. After a couple of minutes,
though, I could see her legs beginning to tremble from the strain of
the awkward position. I wondered why she didn’t just lie down on the
bed.

As if reading my mind, Shilpa did that very thing. Actually, she kind
of scuttled into her bed, never taking her finger out of her hairless
little choot for a second. When she lay down, her feet were pointed
straight at me. I got a perfect view right up between her legs, where
all the action was going on. She was making all sorts of moans but
all in whispers, like part of her was really into her diddling, but
part was aware that she was in a house where other people were
asleep. It was pretty strange to listen to, but who listened! I was
so busy panting and sweating and rubbing my cock! Shilpa was plugging
herself fast and furious, with her legs spread wide and rigid on the
bed and her other arm flung over her eyes. She kept clenching and
unclenching the hand on that arm, raking her nails across her palm.
She must really be close! Sis began to suck in her breath in heavy
gasps, and her legs and belly began to tremble and twitch. She
started saying “Ooooohhh, Oooohhh,” really low and throaty, just like
my girlfriend does when I’m throwing the bone to her and she’s about
to come. I’d never heard that kind of sound out of Shilpa before.

Then she gritted her teeth and clamped her hand over her mouth. She
went “Uuhhmmmphh!” and shoved her ass straight up into the air. I
could see a couple of drops of juice fall from her cunt. Wow! Shilpa
dropped back on her bed and took a few long, shaky breaths. Her hands
fell away to her sides and her whole body went limp and relaxed. The
area around her little titties and around her pussy was red and
mottled. She looked very happy with herself. Then she sighed and
squirmed her way into a more comfortable position. She rolled her
head to the side and glanced casually toward the door. As her eyes
went wide, I realized that during the heat of things, the door had
swung almost halfway open. There I stood, my jaw hanging, with a big,
stiff dick jutting out in front of me. Shilpa leapt upright in the
bed, her eyes wide with fear and guilt. Then a look of pure hatred
came over her. “Get out!” she hissed, low but venomous. “Get out of
my room, you pervert! Get out!” She wore her nightgown. I grinned. “I
just hang around outside your window at night and take pictures. I
never would think to stand in your door… which you NEVER close.”

She stuck her chin out defiantly, which thrust her tits against her
nightgown. My cock began to twitch in my pants. “It’s my room and I
can do what I want in it. You have no right to invade my
privacy.” “What privacy?”, I countered. “You leave your door open
like you’re inviting the whole world in. If you want privacy just
shut your door!” She flounced off the bed. “Okay! I will, then!” As
Shilpa stormed across the room, the gown parted and her pert little
tits slid into view, like two pink ice cream cones with a raspberry
nipple on each. God, she was turning me on! She came to the door and
tried to close it. I jammed my foot in the frame and stuck my
shoulder through. “Hey! Wait a minute Shilpa, I’m not trying to make
you mad.” She hesitated a moment and I gently pushed the door back
open and came into her room. “… and I’m not spying on you.

After all, your door was open…” I sat on the edge of her bed. “…
besides, what more could I see than what I saw tonight?” She gave me
a venomous look. “Don’t you dare mention that, Vicky bhaiya! Don’t
you ever mention it to anybody!” I raised an indignant eyebrow. “Boy,
for somebody who’s been doing something like that, you sure are self-
righteous, Sis!” She softened a little and came over to the
bed. “Ohhh, Vicky bhaiya! You won’t tell, will you? Mom would get
awfully mad.” I knew Mom would probably understand completely, but I
saw my chance here. “Shit, I won’t tell, Sis,” I smiled, shaking my
head, “It’s just something between you and me, right?” I let that
little hint sink in. I was making myself apart of her little sex
conspiracy, and Shilpa didn’t have much choice but to accept me.

I could tell by her long, thoughtful look that she realized what I
was doing. And I could also tell that she didn’t really mind. In
fact, she seemed to be pleased! “Besides,” I added softly, “you saw
as much of me as I saw of you. And after all, I’m your big brother.
You should trust me.” I laid my hand on her leg. She shuddered a
little, but did nothing to remove it. “Shit, Shilpa,” I
added, “everybody does that. You’re not the first girl that’s ever
played with herself, you know.” Shilpa sat with her eyes down for a
short time. Then she put her hand on my arm, the one that was on her
thigh. “I don’t know why I do it, Vicky bhaiyya. It makes me feel all
funny inside. It feels good.” “I know, Shilpa,” I patted her thigh,
then began to rub it softly. “It’s a natural thing.” I slid my hand
up Shilpa’s thigh slowly, enjoying the wonderfully soft warmth of it.
She stiffened again and her hand gripped my wrist convulsively, but
she didn’t really try to stop me.

1. Introduction (Partial reprint from “Suzi Does Seattle”)

Suzi had always been quite adventurous when sex was any part of the equation. The 23-year-old, who had spent most of her life thus far living in and around Seattle, was known as one of the “easiest” girls to bed during her high school and college years. Not only was she wanton and loose in her ways, but Suzi was also beautiful – and she knew it. Suzi made several men her victim by charming them with her body. Her hair was naturally-blonde and went down well past her shoulders, to the midpoint of her back. She was tight and compact at 5-foot-5 and 101 pounds, and was stunning with a 36d-23-34 figure. Suzi had an excellant tan and was more than willing to show off her charms in sexy, tiny outfits. She made it a practice to date a lot of guys throughout high school and college, but never stayed with anyone for an extended period of time until Michael came along. Michael, also 23, had been dating Suzi for almost a year now. But at the same time, Suzi was far from faithful to him – and he knew it. In fact, Michael liked the idea of his girlfriend going out and having sex with others. It turned him on. So, Suzi could keep Michael as her main boyfriend, but she also had the freedom to go out and see others. One thing which really endeared her to Michael was the fact that he had been arranging gang-bangs, with her as the featured attraction, once a month for the past half-year. Suzi liked being at the center of gang-bangs, because there were plenty of willing men who would do their best to satisfy her. Suzi was insatiable, though, so she always wanted more.

However, there was currently a major void in Suzi’s life. Michael was away – overseas on a business trip which would keep him occupied for the next three weeks. He had already been gone an entire week. Suzi hated the idea of him being away, but nonetheless used the time thus far to participate in a gang-bang with his group of friends. Suzi wanted to broaden her sexual horizons, though. The idea of being fucked by virtual strangers really turned her on. She had decided, a week into Michael’s business trip, that it was time to go out and experience more of the world. In the next three weeks, until Michael returned home, Suzi wanted to have sex with as many men as possible. Then she could tell Michael all the details of her erotic odyssey. He would be just as interested to hear about it, as she would be to actually experience it.

2. Suzi’s Erotic Odyssey – The Bedding Store

It was a few minutes past 7:00pm as Suzi browsed around in the bedding store. There were a selection of beds up and down every aisle, hundreds and hundreds to choose from. While Suzi had been looking to buy a new bed for quite some time, it wasn’t the main reason why the young lady was here. She was decked out in a short, skimpy mini-dress and a pair of stiletto high-heels. Jet black and made of cotton lycra, the dress exposed a generous amount of her ample cleavage and also showed a lot of succulent leg. Her long blonde hair flowed down her neck and shoulders in waves, and the only thing she carried with her was a small black purse. “Excuse me, ma’am,” came a man’s voice from behind her. “Yes?” she asked, turning around in an innocent fashion. The 29-year-old man had to take a sharp breath once he got his first eyeful of Suzi. She was very beautiful, yes, but that dress literally had “fuck me” written all over it. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said, straightening up. “But it is five minutes past seven o’clock – we close at seven. You can look around a few more minutes if you wish to purchase something, but please make it quick. Meanwhile, I’m going to lock the front door. I’ll unlock it when you leave.” Suzi smiled at the salesman. He was handsome, with dark hair, a clean-shaven face and a strong, muscular body. That was just how the slut liked ‘em. “I’ll be sure to hurry up.” She looked at his nametag. “Kevin?” “Yes,” he confirmed. “If you need anything, please don’t be afraid to call on me.” Suzi continued smiling as she watched the salesman walk away. She had been carefully eyeing him all evening, ever since first walking into this store. It also appeared that Kevin was the only other person here, employee or customer, unless there was someone else in a back room or office.

“Kevin?” Suzi called out in a sweet voice, across the storeroom floor, some five minutes later. “Could you please come over here?” “Ma’am?” the salesman said once he walked up and stood beside her. Suzi collapsed onto the bed behind her and started to slowly writhe around on it, as if in rapture. “Kevin, I like this bed sooooo much,” she told him, in an erotic tone. “I hope this one isn’t too expensive?” Kevin gulped his throat. “Actually, that one is on sale this week.” He found it hard to think straight. A sexy woman in a barely-there dress was slithering around on a bed beneath him like she was about to experience an orgasm. Though he wanted to suppress all sexual feelings, Kevin could not fend off the bulge which was forming in his pants. Although she didn’t make direct eye contact with him, Suzi knew that yet another man was under her spell. She occasionally glanced and stole peeks of Kevin while writhing around on the bed. She could tell. She also caught that bulge in his trousers.

It was time for her to turn up the heat.

She stopped moving and kept still on the mattress, laying down and looking up at the salesman. “Could you tell me if this bed has a good, strong frame or not?” “A strong frame?” Kevin asked, puzzled. “Why?” Suzi grinned and sat up, and shook her head. “For sex, silly. I don’t want it to break while I’m getting fucked!” Kevin gulped his throat again. He loved women who used nasty language. The idea of a beautiful female customer using such terms while in the storeroom had only crossed his mind as a dream or fantasy – until now. But he was still an employee. A professional one. “Ma’am,” the handsome man choked, clearing his throat, “I don’t believe I’ve ever been asked that question by a customer. And I’ve been working here for eight years.” “My name is Suzi,” she said, sliding closer to him. “Can you answer me? Does the bed have a strong frame or not? The last thing I need is a bad frame, because I fuck a lot.” He gulped again. “Yes. Yes, it has a strong frame.” Suzi then slid backwards on the bed and gave the man her most seductive smile, patting the mattress beside her. “How would you like to give it a test run with me?” Kevin now coughed loudly. “WHAT? What did you say?” “Fuck,” she purred, shyly. “Would you like to fuck me?” Flabbergasted, Kevin looked around throughout the store, wanting to make sure no one else was in sight. “Here? You want to fuck right HERE, in the storeroom?” Suzi shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “I seen you lock the front door earlier. I’m the last customer of the night. No one will bother us. Yes, here. Why, what better place to fuck than a bed?” She paused. “One’s right here.” Kevin was shocked. His voice conveyed it. “But I don’t even know you!” The blonde slut shrugged her shoulders again. “That just makes it all the more exciting.” Kevin was breathing heavily and was still in a state of shock. Suzi, on the other hand, suddenly became impatient. “This is a ONE-TIME offer,” she told him, in a strict tone. “Either you say yes, or you say no – and pass up the hottest piece of ass you’ll ever have a chance of getting.” “Yes,” the man croaked, without even thinking. “Good,” Suzi replied.

In a flash, she sprung up from the bed and wrapped her arms around Kevin’s muscular body. Suzi’s pouty lips found his and offered a passionate, lustful kiss. Her mouth simply devoured his, coveying the emotion and sexual wanting that had consumed her body. Suzi’s large, jug-like breasts mashed his powerful chest as Kevin suddenly embraced her to him as well. He reached down and cupped her ass with both hands, then felt Suzi’s right hand squeezing his enlarged cock through his pants. Both strangers kissed with great hunger and desire, their mouths and tongues meshing together as one single unit. When the kiss was finally broken, Suzi pulled her head away and smiled at the lust which had overtaken Kevin’s face and eyes. She had him right where she wanted him. Kevin pulled the slut down to the bed with him and kissed her again. His hands sought out her breasts, and groped the two huge melons through the thin black dress she wore. Suzi was pumping away at his cock through his slacks with her right hand. Her left hand and arm was around his shoulder, hugging and holding him tightly. His hands moved to her shoulders and slid the stretchy dress downward. A moan erupted from his lips as he realized she was not wearing a bra – her impressive breasts just bounced out into view, without any constraints to hide them. Kevin then broke the kiss and leaned over, attaching his hungry mouth to one of Suzi’s thick, plump nipples. The blonde cooed and sighed in pleasure above him as he licked and slurped away at the tip, his tongue and lips doing most of the work. Soon, his right hand was mauling her other breast, cupping and squeezing it roughly.

“Would you like a blowjob, Kevin?”

The man suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked up at Suzi, her simple, straightforward question registering in his lust-crazed mind. “Blowjob? Sure! Sure I’d like one!” The mini-dress bunched together at her waist and hips, Suzi stood up and motioned for Kevin to sit on the edge of the bed. He did, then she dropped to her knees before him and spread his legs wide. The slut moved between his legs and began unbuttoning his slacks. Once finished, she pulled them down and fished out a rather big cock from within his boxer shorts. As he felt her delicate hand give his meat a strong pump, Kevin gasped. Suzi started by gently licking his round, fat cockhead. Her tongue slid and caressed the bulbous tip as her deep brown eyes stared up at him, lustful glances being exchanged between both new lovers. Then, Suzi shifted and slowly took his big cock between her moist, red lips. She started out by taking half of his prick into her mouth with gentle thrusts, but the tempo quickly increased. With each and every downward thrust of the head, Suzi took more and more of his thick shaft into her mouth, and also increased the speed in the process. Deep breaths and gagging noises could be heard as Suzi was soon furiously taking all of his length into her mouth, sucking away on it like wildfire, without any give. Her right hand was busy cupping and kneading his thick balls and her left was on his hip, squeezing it. Kevin moaned in uncontrolled lust, looking down and watching the slut’s head and mouth move up and down over his enlarged cock. “Oh, fuck!” the salesman growled. “I’m gonna cum!” Much to his shock, Suzi’s lips simply tightened around his pulsating shaft. Kevin could no longer contain himself, as blast after blast of sperm shot into Suzi’s awaiting mouth. Moaning and sighing in passionate bliss, he watched as the blonde beneath him busily swallowed and gulped down his load. The sight surprised him, and turned him on even more. “I’ve never had a woman who swallows,” he told her, as her mouth slowly detracted from his tool. “You have now,” Suzi said, wiping her lips and mouth with her fingers. She then licked her fingers dry.

Just a few weeks ago, I had a wonderful experience. Something that I always wanted – to see my wife fuck a stranger. She is about 5’4” with a nice figure and straight black long hair. We have been married for five years now and to my knowledge faithful to each other. To cut a long story short, we had gone out for dinner and had a wonderful evening altogether having more than usual drinks. My wife is not much of a drinker and gets tipsy very soon. And that evening, after dinner we ended up in a pub and before realizing it, she downed three more glasses of red wine besides the two glasses she has in the restaurant. I could feel that she was slightly wobbly in her walk but then it was Friday night and we had two whole days of the weekend to recover from this drinking bout. It was already very late & you know what our public
transport is like in Delhi? So we tried in vain to hail a taxi and with no luck ended up halting a three-wheeler. Unlike many other of his tribe, this three-wheeler driver was very friendly. He even helped me get my wife, whom we shall call Shalini for name’s sake, into the vehicle. We live in the southern part of Delhi, I know even if I give you the name of the residential area you wont be able to trace us but I am a bit scared goat if you know what I mean! And from CP it is quite some distance traveling by rickshaw. Anyway, the cool night breeze and the loud rickshaw noise soon had us on the verge to dozing off and I just didn’t realize how we ended up on the long lonely
stretch outside Buddha Jayanti Park.
Shalini’s head was in my lap and she had almost blacked out to my horror. But in any case nothing untoward happened and we reached our home soon. When I asked him how much the fare was, the driver showed his true colours and asked for an unheard for price. Rs 400 for a bumpy ride? Anyway, I thought better than putting up a fight and decided to pay only to realize
that I had only Rs 150 left in my pocket and my credit card was not going to be any use here. So I decided to go up, deposit my wife home and get some money… It was a struggle to take her up. And much to my dismay, I had to accept the drivers offer to help her go up. We live on the fifth floor and our building lift, no surprises, was “out of order”. Anyway I was quite happy to have some help carry my wife upstairs. She stumbled many times and we had to steady her at each landing but after a grueling 20 minutes, we were
upstairs finally. It was then that I realized that Shalini’s bag was left behind in the rickshaw and the keys were in it. Now I couldn’t have asked the driver
to go and get the bag for obvious reasons. He could just run away with it. And I couldn’t leave my wife alone in a drunken state either. So I asked the driver to stay put while I got the bag. I ran down but while climbing, my drunken head and wobbly legs couldn’t run as fast. When I did reach up,
I was shocked to see that the driver’s hand was inside my wife’s dress and he was, most probably fingering her choot. With one hand he was also mauling her boobs. I stepped down a few steps and made some sound so that he could be normal and when I looked this time it appeared like nothing had happened. But when he got up, I could clearly see that his cock was hard. Perhaps he was wearing the handmade boxer-type underwear but anyone could have seen that his cock was hard and raised a tent in his khakhi trousers. He smiled shamelessly and said, “arre saab, jaldi se paisa de do bahut time barbad kar diya.” I fumbled with the keys and opened the door and even before I could do anything he picked Shalini like a rag doll and followed me. “Kahan pe litaon ise,” he used such crude words for my
wife that for a moment I felt like punching the shit out of him. But then he looked bigger and stronger than me and at any rate much meaner looking.

“Haan, yahan sofe pe hi lita do,” I said but to my own surprise I didn’t offer to help. He was holding her like a father holds his daughter. Head flung across his shoulders and legs dangling down the front. Her boobs were pressing hard against his chest and his hands were holding her tight from just
below her ass. I could see his tented cock pushing against her legs as he moved. Her dress had rode up to her ass and her sheer black panties were clearly visible. He sat down on the sofa and let her flop in his lap and slowly eased himself out. But while doing so he, as if to tease me, massaged both her boobs with his callous hands. And then he pulled her legs really high to make her dress ride up even further up and threw the legs over the sofa arm. Now my wife was lying there, drunk and exposed from the belt below, clad
only in her panties. He stood over her and stared at her like a piece of meat. And then unexpectedly he tugged a few strand of pussy hair visible from the
side of the panties. “Sali ki jhant dhik rahi hai.”
He was addressing my wife in front of me like this and I was listening. He looked at me and smiled, and even though he knew I was looking, he rubbed his crotch vulgarly, lifting one leg up. He leisurely cupped his balls & stroked his fat looking cock over the sweat stained fabric of his trousers.

“Mere paas sirf Rs 150 hai,” I said meekly.
“Aur baki ke paise is randi ko kharidane me laga diye kya,” he growled and I just hung my head in fear and shame and a little excitement. He thought my wife was a whore!

“nahin, ye meri biwi hai.”

“to ye randi jaise kapde kyon pahana rakhe hai ise?” he asked and rubbed one hand over the bare thigh of my wife. When I didn’t react, he continued rubbing her thigh with one hand and his manhood with another.

“Bathroom kahan hai?” he asked and I led him to the bathroom. There, even before I could go out, he removed his trousers and hauled out a meanest,
blackest and dirtiest looking uncut cock I have ever seen and I have seen a lot of them in the porn movies.
“Ja kahan raha hai behanchod, mera lund pakad,” he ordered and I reluctantly held his black cock. My hands are fairly large but even then it was difficult to hold it completely.

“chal, moot ki dhar bana,” he said and I aimed his cock into the toilet bowl where a healthy and strong stream of acrid smelling golden urine filled the
bathroom. He then made me wipe his cock clean with my shirt and we walked out. He naked below his belt and I above the belt. Lifting the head of my wife, he sat down on the sofa and put her head in his lap, his cock nuzzling against her soft mouth. A drop of piss was dangling from his cock and he tentatively wiped it with his finger and fed it to my wife. Unconciously
she licked it clean.

“chal ise nangi kar,” he growled and I found myself slowly undressing my wife in front of this filthy stranger.

While I was undressing her, ( www.indiansexstories1.com ) he slowly started rubbing his cockhead against my wife’s lips and sometimes slipped the purple head inside. Instinctively she
started licking it in her sleep, probably thinking it was my cock. Now she was completely naked.
“Is randi ki choot chat ke mere laude ke liye tayar kar, madarchod.” I complied. By now, honestly, I was rock hard and oozing precum like a galloon. He too was leaking a lot. After ten minutes, he pulled me by my hair to crotch level, his monster cock flexing in front of my face.

“Choos mere gande lund ko. Ye randi to mari padi hai kuch majaa nahi aya. Tu choos mera lund aur ka ise choot marne ke liye tayar. Aja bhosadi ke, randi ki aulad, aja aur choos mera lund.”

I started sucking his cock like I was born to suck cocks. In my mind I knew that it would be very difficult for me to not imagine about a man’s cock
whenever I met a dirty driver from now on but I munched on his cock like my life depended on it. After a short while he pushed me away and got up
advancing towards my naked wife.
“Aja haram ke beej aur apne haath se mera kala mota lund apni biwi ki choot me ghusa de.”I was more than happy to help him fuck my wife’s sweet pussy. I was not even worried what she would say if she did wake up being fucked by such a monster horse cock. He slowly started fucking her [I think even he
didn’t want to wake her up] and soon raised the speed of his thrusts.

“Are bahut tight choot he. Hai meri handi mera lund kha le…” and what not he started saying and soon before long he shot a big load of his sperm inside my
fertile wife’s pussy…when he removed his cock with a loud plop, I could see a trail of sperm leaking out of her fbashed out, swollen looking pussy. I just
couldn’t control myself and lapped up all the sperm of this stranger from my wife’s pussy. Meanwhile, he just laughed put on his clothes and walked out of the house taking my watch and Rs 150…it was then that I noticed our neighbour, a 65-year old widower standing in our doorway, holding his thick
veiny & very hard cock in his hand, he smiled & started walking towards us…

I was in my first year and would not think much about her in a dirty
way. But her sexy smile and her teasing butt would make me hard and i
would feel guilty. after masturbation i would secretly scold myself
for having bad thoughts for my nice and kind bhabhi.
Many times i had seen both bhabhi and bhaiya going to bed and then
some muffled voices and at times some sounds coming from the
room….Then I would hear bhabhi’s voice….shhhhh or hmmmm , or
nahiiii. For the first year it was understandable that they were
madly in love. After some time bhabhi was pregnant. However the sad
thing was the baby died and she was unhappy. Within the next year(
that is in 2003), she was pronounced preggy again. During both her
pregnancies, she looked beautiful and even though she was fattening,
she would look gorgeous. Our relationship and friendship increased
during that period and we became more frank. On her seventh month of
pregnancy, i asked her,” how does a girl come to know that she is
pregnant, is it when she faints”
she laughed and told,” if she misses her period once or twice, she is
pregnant”
I told her,”even in pregnancy, you look gorgeous”
she smiled and said,” say that to her when you make her pregnant”
I made an innocent face and said,”i make her…pregnant, how will i
make her pregnant”
She smiled and said,”you are such a kid, are u sure, you dont know…”
i told her, bhabhi you are confusing me, I will ask somebody else”
she stopped me and told me,” go to sleep now. Tommorrow we will talk
and i will tell you how a girl becomes pregnant”
bhaiya is an intelligence officer, he was working nights. i went to
Reema bhabhi and she told me anil, dont ask other guys about this
all, let me tell you because i am experienced and i am a lady. Others
will confuse you or give u wrong information. She told me about
periods and sex in simple language. She told me that men have penises
and women have vagina. She told me that men and women get sexually
excited and he puts his penis in her vagina. She told me about the
sperms, eggs and ovaries etc. She was emotional when she says nothing
gives a greater joy to a married woman than being pregnant. the
session was more like an education even though i was a phd in sex
through blue films and other sexy novels. She told me that she is
feeling sleepy and come again tomorrow and we will talk. I didnt know
why she would teach me but i knew that she was bored and wanted to
talk me about sex because in her eyes, i was not having much
knowledge about sex and she cared for me to know everything.
over a period of two months, she would talk to me and tell me about
how sex is and i would ask questions. We would not talk everyday but
whenever there was opportunity. I noted the fact that when bhaiya was
there, she would not talk to me about it. women are so intelligent
and clever, they know when to open their mouths and when to act
stupid.
after two months, she delivered a lovely looking kid. Bhaiya was at
home for some days and we would not talk about sex for a lot of day
about a month. After pregnancy and in just one month, she got her
figure back, her ass was more fleshier and her boobs became bigger
and looked softer full of milk. she would suckle her kid in the
bedroom and i would shyly avoid looking at her but in my mind, i
wanted to share another boob.
I invited my friends to my home because the guys and girls of my
college wanted to see the kid. We named the boy rahul. There was a
small party in my place. Bhaiya had gone outdoors for an
investigation for one month. My friends came to our place on the
second day. She was wearing a tight pink saree and looking gorgeous.
The saree was tightly wrapped around her ass and her big round ass
mounds were visible as she moved. When she bend towards the girls to
give drinks,she bend slightly and i saw that my friends(guys) were
checking at her ass which was nicely protruded towards their faces.
Then she smiled and bend towards us to give us pepsi. Her pallu
dropped slightly and her one globe(breast) tightly covered in her
blouse was straining lusciously. Even though she was wearing a bra,
her nipple looked fat and visible and pointing. Plus some cleavage
and some part of her valley appeared, tantalising the boys. I was
feeling guilty as well as slightly aroused looking at her sexy
display. She was telling us,” take more aur lo na…and i knew that
the boys were taking it as double meaning.
as i went to drop my friends, my close friend nisha told me,” wow,
yaar your bhabhi is really gorgeous and sexy. Even after pregnancy
she retained such a figure, she gave us complex. the guys were
checking her out”
I could not reply to her comment and feel a sexual thrill go in my
body. When i came back bhabhi was washing the dishes, she asked me,”
hi your friends are really cute, such innocent boys and girls.”
“innocent”, i thought “the boys wanted to eat ur ass”I told her,”
bhabhi, they find you really lovely and beautiful” suddenly the baby
cried and she went to give milk. During bedtime, she told me about a
girl’s periods and how milk develops in breasts. I asked her,” how
does a woman’s milk taste?”
she laughed and said,” i dont know, i have never tasted my milk”
I commented,” may be bhaiya knows”
she looked at me with eyebrows raised and said,”he is not here to
know how it tastes”
We didnt talk for two minutes and then she told me,”after you get
married, you will come to know how the milk tastes. Now go to sleep,
it is late”
in the morning, i got up and went to the bathroom. Reema bhabhi was
shitting in the toilet. i already had a morning erection and thinking
about her activity in the loo made me mad with pleasure. I knew that
i had a big erection. Suddenly i heard the flush running and in two
minutes she came out. She smiled at me,”good morning dear, did you
brush with your teeth”I told that i wanted to go to the loo. she was
in a cheerful mood,”go empty yourself”. I didnt know whether it meant
shitting or lowering my erection. My erection was so embarrassingly
pointed towards her and prominent like a tent and i knew that she had
seen it.
As i entered the loo, there was the odor of my bhabhi’s shit
lingering. I was feeling aroused because Reema, my babe had used it
just sometime ago. The toilet was abound with her private smell and
it almost smelled erotic not dirty. I finished my activity. My
erection was still there, I thought about how my friends ogled at
her, yesterday afteroon. I replayed the entire scene in my mind
fantasised her getting stripped of her saree and being nude, getting
fucked and getting sucked by my horny friends. I began to pump warm
semen out as it sprayed in my palm and leg. As i was climaxing, i
almost cried out. I heard my bhabhi’s voice,” what happened Nilesh?”
I told her,”n–nothing”
I was feeling very guilty as boys feel after masturbation. but i was
relieved that my erection had softened. I came out, i realized the
front of my crotch was little wet because in excitement some semen
had fallen on my trousers and now would appear as a patch. She looked
and me and gave me a sexy smile and told me,” what were you doing so
long, you also made a sound, was it from front or behind?”
I could not imagine my bhabhi saying that but since she was in
cheerful mood, i told her,”woh pressure nahin aa raha tha that is why
it took time”
she told me,”drink lots of water, i drink the first thing after
getting up, so i dont have problems with pressure. I get the urge to
go the toilet immediately after drinking water and a little lime
juice..and i dont have to do zor lagake haiya like you. I just go in
and things happen immediately. now go eat your breakfast” she was
teasing me and i loved her talk.
i absolutely loved her frankness, whether she was educating me or
sharing some information, i was turned on. But still i thought it is
all in my mind and it is okay. I just hoped that bhabhi had not
thought that i got erection because of her. In the afternoon, after
my classes went to watch some bluefilms with my friends. It was
really a good movie with a lot of sexy sensual scenes. There were
some five different cocksucking scenes and you will be surprised that
one woman had the same luscious lips and nose like my bhabhi. She was
looking 60% similar to my bhabhi. I knew that my friends were also
thinking in similar lines. I asked my friend to give me the cd for a
day or two. He gave it to me.Bhabhi met me and asked me,”what is it?”
I told it is my friend’s english film ka cd. She does not like
english films, so she ignored it. In the evening she went to the
market, i played the cd and watched the cd sitting with my trousers,
underwear down and my cobra out. I loved the scene in which my bhabhi
look a like was making sexy noises and sucking the cock with wild
abandon. My semen shot from my dick at the exact time when the three
men shot their group come on the porn female’s face. I almost cried
my bhabhi’s name as i climaxed. She came from the market after ten
minutes.
In the night, there was a hindi adult movie called ‘julie’ starring
neha dhupia. The baby cried in the middle, she excused herself to
feed the baby and then joined me for the movie. There were lot of
bold scenes for a hindi movie in this film. She looked at me and told
me,” how do you find neha, she really looks like a prostitute doesnt
she?”
There was a back less scenes and some lovemaking scenes in the movie.
I knew that she was missing my bhaiya. Towards the end of the movie,
when it gets boring, she told me,”today girls have become so bold and
they strip like anything for a role, but she acted well and looks
sexy also” i told her,” yeah, her bum was nice and sexy”
She laughed and said,” you guys have nothing better to watch than her
bum”
I said,” i have something better to watch”
she asked,” what?”
I told,”your bum”
her eyerbrows rose up and she asked me,”chee, this is not the way to
talk to your bhabhi”
I told her,” what bhabhi, be a little broadminded. Bums are a part of
the body and something which makes a woman look beautiful and sexy.
You have got a wonderful bum.You should be proud of it. I am just
complimenting it. yours are better than neha’s bums, hers are puski
in front of you”

Continued here:
Vacation Night Out

Amour Angel at Work: Visuals of Sexy brunette made
up her mind to stay at working place during dinner hour and to caress her nude humps.