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Aamir ki umar 24 saal ki hai, wo hatta katta and kushal ladka hai, usake land ka size takriban 7.5 – 8 hai, body color saawla and hair lambe hai, Afternoon ko college band hone ke baad 2.30 PM bje Anita and Dipti bus stand par bus ka intzaar kar rahe the, Aamir pehale se hi wahi khada tha, usaki nazare dipti and anita ko kab se nihaar rahi thi, usane apne mobile se apni hi ek partner vijya ko msg karke bulaya, aamir ne dekha anita kaafi hot lag rahi thi, usake haaw bhaaw se lag raha tha ki wo ek chudai or mast laundi hai jo chuaadi ka showk rakhti hai, lekin dipti kaafi takeli and dubali lag rahi thi, shayad ghar waale usako din bhar kaam hi kaam karwate honge, dipti kaafi chup or bas anita ke saath baat me ha se ha mila kar has rahi thi, anita ne pehale hi aamir ko dekh liya tha, thodi der baad aamir ne anita ko dekh usake saamne se nikal kar paas wali sheet par beth gaya, anita aamir ko dekh rahi thi, aamir ki partner vijya aai, aamir ne uase un dono ladkiyo ki or hi bethane ka ishara kiya, and vijya unake pass beth gayi, vijya dhire dhire dipti se baat karne lagi, lekin dipti ko call aaya or wo side me jaakar baat karne lagi, vijya ne anita se baat ki, or fir thodi der baad vijya ne anita ko kaha ‘pass ladaka kitana hot hai na’ ‘hmm, khass usake saath maje le paati’ ‘so you like to be get fucked’ ‘offcourse yaar, you know i love my boyfriend but usala land mere ko satisfy nahi kar patha, khas kisi or ka land try karne ko milta’ dono ne hasi ki or fir anita and vijya ne no. exchange kiye, bus aa gayi thi and anita and dipti bus me beth kar chale gaye, vijya aamir ke pass aakar usase chipak ke beth gayi and usako baat batayi, or anita ka no

Aamir ki umar 24 saal ki hai, wo hatta katta and kushal ladka hai, usake land ka size takriban 7.5 – 8 hai, body color saawla and hair lambe hai,

Afternoon ko college band hone ke baad 2.30 PM bje Anita and Dipti bus stand par bus ka intzaar kar rahe the, Aamir pehale se hi wahi khada tha, usaki nazare dipti and anita ko kab se nihaar rahi thi, usane apne mobile se apni hi ek partner vijya ko msg karke bulaya, aamir ne dekha anita kaafi hot lag rahi thi, usake haaw bhaaw se lag raha tha ki wo ek chudai or mast laundi hai jo chuaadi ka showk rakhti hai, lekin dipti kaafi takeli and dubali lag rahi thi, shayad ghar waale usako din bhar kaam hi kaam karwate honge, dipti kaafi chup or bas anita ke saath baat me ha se ha mila kar has rahi thi,

anita ne pehale hi aamir ko dekh liya tha, thodi der baad aamir ne anita ko dekh usake saamne se nikal kar paas wali sheet par beth gaya, anita aamir ko dekh rahi thi, aamir ki partner vijya aai, aamir ne uase un dono ladkiyo ki or hi bethane ka ishara kiya, and vijya unake pass beth gayi, vijya dhire dhire dipti se baat karne lagi, lekin dipti ko call aaya or wo side me jaakar baat karne lagi, vijya ne anita se baat ki, or fir thodi der baad vijya ne anita ko kaha

‘pass ladaka kitana hot hai na’

‘hmm, khass usake saath maje le paati’

‘so you like to be get fucked’

‘offcourse yaar, you know i love my boyfriend but usala land mere ko satisfy nahi kar patha, khas kisi or ka land try karne ko milta’

dono ne hasi ki or fir anita and vijya ne no. exchange kiye, bus aa gayi thi and anita and dipti bus me beth kar chale gaye, vijya aamir ke pass aakar usase chipak ke beth gayi and usako baat batayi, or anita ka no. bi diya,

‘tho usako chuadi pasand hai’

‘haa aamir, tho kab ka program kare’

‘nahi abi nahi pehale usake baare me or information le kahi wo saali apne ko hi na fasa de’

‘ok yaar, mere tho kaam hi yahi hai, tho shaam ko kya kar raha hai’

’5 bje wo mrs. komal aa rahi hai’

‘komal is very hot and erotic usako tu lesbian me dekhe tho paagal hi ho jaaye’

‘wo threesome karne wali hai aaj, tu aayegi ya kisi or ko lu’

‘ha me hi aayungi, tu muge 4 bje dukaan se pick up kar lena’

fir dono apne apne raste chale gaye

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Chapter 1 :=> RITU AND USAKA PATI PARAG (Ritu and her husband) (if you don’t like this chapter don’t worry, start reading chapter 2, i bet you will enjoy and have fun reading next all stuff) Ritu ki shaadi Parag (engg.) Ke yaha tay hui or kuch hi dino me baarat ritu ko usake nai ghar le gayi matlab uski shaadi ho gayi shaadi ki 3 raath tak ritu or usake pati ka Milan nahi ho paya tha qunki dono priwar kaafi religious the, or dharmik puja paath and rasam riwaj me 3 dino tak matha pachi me hi lage rahe, 4’th day ko ritu or Parag ne sambhog kiya, us raat Ritu ne kaafi achi red dress pehani thi, haqiat me usane sirf red saari and patikot hi pehni thi, niche bra or panty nahi pehni qunki uski aag in dino kuch jayada hi sulag rahi thi, Parag ne bina samay gawaye ritu ki saari ko utaar diya, uske saamne ritu ke bade boobe puri tarah se open ho gaye Parag – ritu tumhare ye 36D ke boob muge usi din hi bha gaye the jis din tumhe dikhane ke liye me tumhaare waha aya tha. Usi din mene than li thi ki shaadi tho bas in boob I mean tumse hi karunga Ritu – acha, tho der mat kar laude, jaldi se meri aag bhuga, me ithni tadap rahi hu is raat me tum kya jaano, chalo jaldi aao or mere under tera land ghusha daal Parag – kyu nahi Fir kya tha parag ritu ke nange badan pe apna haat sehalane laga or fir boobs ko dabane laga

Chapter 1 :=> RITU AND USAKA PATI PARAG (Ritu and her husband)

(if you don’t like this chapter don’t worry, start reading chapter 2, i bet you will enjoy and have fun reading next all stuff)

Ritu ki shaadi Parag (engg.) Ke yaha tay hui or kuch hi dino me baarat ritu ko usake nai ghar le gayi matlab uski shaadi ho gayi shaadi ki 3 raath tak ritu or usake pati ka Milan nahi ho paya tha qunki dono priwar kaafi religious the, or dharmik puja paath and rasam riwaj me 3 dino tak matha pachi me hi lage rahe,

4’th day ko ritu or Parag ne sambhog kiya, us raat Ritu ne kaafi achi red dress pehani thi, haqiat me usane sirf red saari and patikot hi pehni thi, niche bra or panty nahi pehni qunki uski aag in dino kuch jayada hi sulag rahi thi, Parag ne bina samay gawaye ritu ki saari ko utaar diya, uske saamne ritu ke bade boobe puri tarah se open ho gaye

Parag – ritu tumhare ye 36D ke boob muge usi din hi bha gaye the jis din tumhe dikhane ke liye me tumhaare waha aya tha. Usi din mene than li thi ki shaadi tho bas in boob I mean tumse hi karunga

Ritu – acha, tho der mat kar laude, jaldi se meri aag bhuga, me ithni tadap rahi hu is raat me tum kya jaano, chalo jaldi aao or mere under tera land ghusha daal

Parag – kyu nahi

Fir kya tha parag ritu ke nange badan pe apna haat sehalane laga or fir boobs ko dabane laga. Ritu kuch jayad hi teji dikha rahi thi or usane parag ko palang pe patak ke uska pajama utaar diya, usaka land abi bada nahi hua tha isliye usane us sikude hue land ko apne muh me rakh kar use ek ice-cream ki tarah pehale upar jeeb se chatne lagi fir ek melody chocolate ko jaishe muh me rakh khar rus chusathe hai waishe chusane lagi 3 inch ka sikuda hua land ab 7 se upar ka dikhane laga tha…….

Fir ritu ne parag ke land ke niche wali dono gutli ko pehale apne haat me lekar pichkaane (jor se dabaane) lagi and fir ek gutli ko apne muh me lekar chusane lagi teek usi duaraan wo parag ke land ko bi apne ek haat se hilane lagi… parag ko maane zanat hi mil gayi thi wo bistar pe pada bas us sex ka aanad le raha tha jo ritu use dila rahi thi…

Ritu ne fir apne bade boob ke bich me uske land ko rekh kar sexy pose dene lagi or parag ne bi ab apne haat me ek camera le liya tha or usane uski photo and video banane laga…. Fir parag ne video recorder ko bade aaine ke pass rakha and usaka recorder ka sira bistar ki trf rkh kar ritu ki or badane laga…

Ritu ne is baar parag ko gale laga liya jaishe snake aaps me chipk ke sex karthe hai wishe hi ritu ne parag ke saat gale lag kar apne boob ko uske badan pe joro se press karne lagi, parag ki height ritu se badi hone se usaka land ritu ke pet par and ritu ke boob uske pet par jabardast sa erotic mahual bana raha tha, ritu ne ab French kiss karna suru kar diya parag bi bada hi must tarike se uske sir ke baalo me haat firte hue or kabi boob par haat sehalathe hue kiss karne laga tha..

ritu ab ithni betaabi dekhaane lagi ki wo parag ko bas kaatne hi lagi, parag ne condom lagane ke liye jishe hi haat me liya ritu ne mana kar diya, ritu ne ek ajeeb muskaan ke saat kaha ki muge bachha jaldi hi chiye ise mat lagao, ham full sex karte hai aa-jao, parag ne bi haa bhar di and wo usko kaafi jabardast se fuck karne laga..

Us din raat karib 3.30 baje dono ki chudai khatam hue dono ko nind nahi aa rahi thi isliye ritu parag ki god me uski traf muh karke beth gayi and wo ek dusre ko French kiss and ek duje ki skin ko chusane and chaatne lage, fir ritu ne usase uski maa ke bare me pucha ki wo kis nature ki hai, tab parag ne bataya ki wo kaafi open minded tho hai lekin unhe gusha bi jaldi hi aatha hai,

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சிவாக்கு மாலதியை விட விரும்ப மனமில்லை. இருவரும் கட்டியபடியே இருந்தனர்.மாலு சுதாரித்து கொண்டு அவனை விட்டு விலகினாள். சிவா எழுந்து டிரஸ் செய்துகொண்டு கிளம்பினான்.

சிவாக்கு மாலதியை விட விரும்ப மனமில்லை. இருவரும் கட்டியபடியே இருந்தனர்.மாலு சுதாரித்து கொண்டு அவனை விட்டு விலகினாள். சிவா எழுந்து டிரஸ் செய்துகொண்டு கிளம்பினான். மாலு அவனை மறுநாள் காலை வரச்சொன்னாள். சிவா குட்நைட் சொல்லிவிட்டு கிளம்பினான்.அன்று இரவு சரியாக தூக்கம் வரவில்லை. இரவு 9 மணிக்கு மொபைலில் கூப்பிட்டான். மாலு பதில் சொல்லவில்லை. இரவு 11 மணிக்கு அவனுக்கு போன் வந்தது. சாரிடா செல்லம். குழந்தைகள் தூங்கியவுடன் உனக்கு போன் பண்றேன். நாளை அவர் வரமாட்டார். நானும் ஸ்கூல் போகவில்லை. நீ சரியாக 10 வந்துவிடு. உனக்காக வெயிட் பண்ணுகிறேன். உன்னை மறக்க முடியவில்லை நீ எனக்கு வேண்டும் சிவா அவளை கிஸ். பண்ணினான்.உன்னை பிரிந்து இருக்க முடியவில்லை எப்போதும் உன்னுடன் இருக்க விரும்புகிறேன் என்றான்.நீ நாளை காலை பிங்க் ட்ரஸில் இரு. உனக்கு என்ன கிபிட் வேண்டும். உன்னைத்தாண்ட விரும்புகிறேன் என்னுட கணவர் கூட இவ்வளவு சுகம் தந்ததில்லை.உன்னை ஓக்கனும்டா என்றாள்.உன்னுடைய சுன்னி ரொம்ப நல்ல வேலை செய்கிறது என்றாள்.உனக்கு ஒரு பையன் பெட்டரு தரனும்டா என்றாள். அது எப்படி முடியுமடி. கவலைபடாதே,நான் அவரை மயக்கி உன் கொழந்தையை அவரது என்று கூறி விடுகிறேன். உன் பெண்கள்ளுக்கு.ஒரு தம்பி வேணும். ஓகயடி. நாம் முயற்சி செய்வோம்
எண்ணி 10 மாதத்தில் நமக்கு உன்னைப்போல ஒரு பையன் பிறப்பான். அதற்கு நான் காரண்டி உன்னோட ஒத்துஹைப்பு இருந்தாள்.எனக்கு ரொம்ப டயர்டா இருக்கு. ஸ்வீட் ட்ரீம்ஸ் நீயும் தூங்கு. நாள் பார்க்கலாம்.

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It was Halloween again. I had ceased being scared, amazed, or even surprised by the holiday years ago

It was Halloween again. I had ceased being scared, amazed, or even surprised by the holiday years ago. Part of that had to do with the haunted house I had worked at through my high school and college years. I had seen it all, I was sure. Hell, I had been the one scaring other most of the time.

With that jaded mentality I was less then enthused to be heading back with a group of friends to the same damn haunted house I had worked at. They wanted a thrill and they felt I needed to be dragged along. 28 years old and single, they insisted I had no better way to spend my Sunday night then with them. Personally I would have rather watched my fish swim in circles in my aquarium, but telling them as much would have done more harm then good.

So there we were, standing in line at the entrance to the seasonal park. Every year for Halloween the 10 acre field was transformed into a nightmare landscape. Or as much as minimal funding and a lot of creativity would allow. The big haunted house and the maze were permanent structures, but everything else that was set up was erected for the one month long season and then taken down and stored for the next year. Meanwhile people of varying ages dressed up in costumes ran about trying to startle the paying customers.

I sighed when puff of smoke announced someone springing one of their pit gags. An air powered piston raised up someone dressed as a witch this time right beside us, making my friends jump in surprise. I smirked and shook my head. They had been placing that trick there for the past 4 years.

The witch leaned towards me, obviously recognizing me from the prior years when I had worked there, and shook her finger at me. In a shrilly witchy voice she said, “Don’t you worry, I’ll get you, my pretty!”

Another puff of smoke and she sank back into her pit. I shook my head and turned to my friends, who were laughing at me. I just shrugged. I could not help but wonder who the witch had been though, behind the makeup and the dark lighting she had looked pretty good. Her costume hugged her body nicely, if nothing else.

My friends and I soon split up. Everybody wanted to go and check out different attractions, never realizing we had enough time to try them all. Rather then explain that to them I let them do their thing. After all, this way I got out of having to endure the same things I had seen year after year. Instead I made my way to the concessions stand and hooked myself up with some hard cider and a couple of donuts. Normally donuts were not on my list of preferred munchies, but given the assortment of deep fried foods I deemed them the least damaging. I still promised myself I would do a few extra sets at the gym the next day though.

My one consolation was the girl working the concessions stand. Her named was Cindy and I had flirted with her the past few years I had worked there. She was dressed in a sexy Frankenstein outfit and my eyes were repeatedly drawn to the drawn on stitches on her skin that led into the neckline of her shirt. She was my greatest justification in buying several drinks.

Three hard ciders later I was feeling a little more social. I looked around, realizing I was bored and getting annoyed with the little kids that were running around and yelling. Having nothing better to do and not seeing any of my friends I headed for the house, wondering what lame stunts they had set up this year. On the way I found myself stopping briefly to chat with a few people I recognized, assuring them the place looked better then ever. I had a slight buzz so I was feeling kind.

I paused outside of the house and looked over, wondering. Sure enough, there she was, my fantasy girlfriend. I sighed again and shook my head. Dana Carver, hot-chick extraordinaire. Every year she was in the B-movie hayride exhibits. It was a hay ride around a track that had several scenes reproduced from various cheesy ‘B’ grade horror movies. Dana’s role was one of the sorority girls camping in the woods while some psycho jumps out of the woods and slaughters them all. The weapon varied each year, either knife, axe, chainsaw, or something else equally grisly, and the people on the wagon ate it up. Helped that the girls were spread around a campfire wearing slightly revealing clothing, again in ‘B’ movie style.

I shook my head and joined the line for the haunted house. I had flirted with Dana over the past couple of years too. She was only 22 and still had a lot of growing up to do. I realized she was 24 now, it had been two years since I worked there, and maybe she had done some of that growing up. I chuckled to myself and chased the thoughts away. Dana had never been and never would be more then a fantasy girl to me. If she only knew how responsible she was for the hundreds of millions of lost sperm she was responsible for.

I had to admit, the next thing that happened did indeed startle me. I heard a creaking noise and then the sound of wind rushing and the next thing I knew I had to take a step back as something literally flew past me. I turned and followed it and saw another witch on a broom. She made it to a platform built on a tree and stopped, turning to look back at me and grinning evilly. I looked up and saw a crane had been brought in and from it some cables were suspended, no doubt running to her and allowing her to swing back and forth from the platform she was on to another one. I nodded, it was an impressive set up.

It turned out the witch on a broom gag was just a distraction. I felt something grab my foot and I looked back as I was pulled off the narrow wooden bridge I was on. The fall was brief, with me landing on “web” of safety ropes. The person who had grabbed my ankle crawled out from under the bridge, moving along the ropes sensuously. It was a vampires, complete with the black hair, pale makeup, and bulging corset. I grinned, more impressed then ever and wondering why they had not done cool stuff like that when I had worked there.

She made her way to me, winking as she grew closer. I recognized her as Tiffany Jacobs, a girl who I had known to be into goth. It was no surprise she was dressed up as a vampire babe, I suspected she did that outside of Halloween season too. Not that I was complaining, she had the looks for it and as long as you were willing to overlook the perpetual smell of Marlboro Reds that hung around her she was kind of fun to hang out with.

“Look what I caught,” she said in a throaty voice accented as much as she could make it.

“Sucks to be me,” I said, grinning at my bad pun. She smirked in spite of herself and crawled over to me, brushing herself against me and nibbling on my neck with her plastic fangs.

“Tif, hurry up and get him down here!” I heard somebody whisper below us. She pulled away from me, pouting, and gave me a kiss on the lips that surprised me.

“No, this is the part that sucks,” she said with another wink. Then she pointed and shooed me away, showing me how to get out of the makeshift webbing.

I waved goodbye to her and made my way down to the ground, which had been dug out and turned into a set of tunnels that led into the house. I wondered how safe they were, but saw that they were shored up with fresh timbers and, in most places, were reinforced with plywood walls. Light was scarce but I fumbled through the mazelike tunnels until I finally came to a dead end. I frowned and felt around, grinning finally when I found a latch to pull on to open the door up.

It led me into a room in the basement of the house I knew well. Poles stretched from floor to ceiling with barber pole like black and white strips running around them. Strobe lights in the room fired off, disorienting the senses. Somewhere in the room, dressed in black with the white mask from the Scream movies, was at least 1 person with a plastic knife. I glanced around, remembering the trick to relaxing my vision and not focusing. There he was, moving up the right wall slowly to try and get behind me. I smiled and waved at him. He stopped, surprised, and waved back, realizing he had been busted.

I exited the room and headed through a tunnel with a revolving cylinder, doing my best to keep my balance as I walked through it. That was easy, but the next part had changed. In the past it had been a hallway with a descending ceiling, painted and lighted to make it appear as though you were growing, not that the room was shrinking. Now, however, it was a platform with rails I had to walk across and another cylinder rotated around me, the lines painted on it making me feel as though I should be rotating with it. I shook my head to clear it and stared straight ahead at the fixed point of the exit, then proceeded across. I had to admit, that was kind of neat too.

Once I was through that room I had to stop for a minute before proceeding into the next room. The spinning cylinder had given me a mild case of vertigo. I chuckled and proceeded, pushing through a door on my right. The room was one of the favorites of the workers; it contained a mannequin laying on a bed with fake blood all over it and signs of brutal murder. The rest of the bedroom was made up to look like the place of a violent murder as well, with more fake blood smeared on the walls and broken furniture, lamps, paintings, and other decorations. A railing ran through the room to keep the guests from going into the room itself and to help stop… him.

A man burst out of a secret door on the far side of the room and charged towards me, fake meat cleaver held high in the air. I had been expecting him and knew exactly where to look. He would stop as close to the rail as he could, with extra points awarded for actually brushing up against it. It was not uncommon for this particular exhibit to cause women to scream and we had even had a few pass out in the past. Like I said, it was one of our favorite exhibits.

What caught me off guard this time was not that he did not stop. He stopped right when he should have. It was somebody grabbing me from behind and pulling me through another secret door that surprised me! I had no idea about the door behind me, it was obviously something new. The door shut in front of me and I was plunged into darkness.

I was held by a pair of hands and from the softness of both the hands and the body I was held against I knew it was a woman. Then I felt other hands brushing against me, pulling me back and holding me still. I struggled briefly, testing their grip more then anything, and looked around nervously in the dark when I realized they were not going to let me go. I felt a couple of fingernails scrape across my cheek and I gasped at the sensation.

I opened my mouth to speak but was halted when soft lips pressed against mine, kissing me and stifling my words. Not only was my voice muffled, but my brain was short-circuited as well. What the hell was going on? Somebody started tugging at my belt and was unbuttoning my jeans. What the fuck?

I had a moment of lucidity then… There were multiple woman groping, fondling, and kissing me; why was I complaining?

My pants were pulled down then, taking my boxers with them and leaving me exposed. The lips left mine and I was maneuvered to the ground, laying on my back. Something soft and warm brushed across my lips, making me open them in a grin. I recognized it by tactile sensation alone. When it returned and latched on and started nibbling and sucking on the breast. After a few moments it pulled away and was replaced with its sister. I smiled around my mouthful and wondered who my wonderful benefactors were. This was to weird to be a fantasy come true, but I certainly had no complaints about it. In fact, I was beginning to think that maybe my own fantasies were a little to vanilla!

Somebody started jacking me off then, their soft hand wrapping around my cock and gently stroking up and down it. I was hard in seconds. Harder when I felt her hot breath and then her even hotter tongue licking the head of my dick. When she descended on me, slurping more then half of me into her mouth before I felt myself bottom out against her throat. I groaned happily, my hips bucking up instinctively.

The boobs pulled away from me then and I could hear as well as sense two people changing positions. The way I figured it there was four people there. One who was sucking my dick, two who were holding me, and a fourth who was… doing something else. I was not sure what until I could sense a body near my face again. Then the smell hit me and I grinned. I stuck out my tongue and lifted my head up, rewarded for my efforts when I tasted her pussy. She settled down on my face and humped her pussy over my lips and chin. I used my tongue as best I could but she did not seem interested in it, instead she wanted to just grind herself against me. I was not into the submissive role so much, but I could not complain really, it was the first pussy I had eaten in 3 months and she had a great flavor.

The mouth on my dick left then, making me moan at the sudden coolness of the October night air. They changed positions again next, though the one riding my face I suspect could not be budged with a lever big enough to move the Earth. I groaned happily when I felt someone sit on my dick, trapping it against my stomach as she rubbed her wet pussy up and down the length of it. She did this several times then finally picked herself up and used her hand to guide my cock to the entrance of her pussy. She sat down again, sliding down it slowly and deliciously. I gasped into the snatch on my face at the sensation of my dick slowly spreading her lips and filling her.

The woman on top of me shuddered and gasped, reaching down and putting her hands on my forehead as she ground her crotch against me even rougher. She came, fresh pussy juice coating my lips and chin so that I would look like a glazed donut later. I tentatively reached out and licked at her clit, making her squeal and fall away. I chuckled quietly, then focused on the incredible pussy that was milking my cock.

She would rise up, squeezing her muscles tightly and coaxing me to follow her, then she would crash back down, grunting a little as she bottomed out on my pelvis. It probably would have hurt had we not been having sex, so much pressure was she using.

Someone was kissing me again, licking gently at my abused lips and tasting the other woman’s juices. I opened my mouth and met the kiss, offering my tongue as a dancing partner to her. She accepted and we danced, sharing the taste of the first woman and both of us growing hotter by the minute. She pulled away from me then, nibbling with sharp teeth on my lip as she did so. I lay there, forced to refocus on the sensations building in my loins as the other women drove herself down onto me.

The kissing bandit returned, though this time she gave me the opposite end to kiss. She gently rubbed her ass against my face, confusing me for a moment but then I realized she had turned around and was facing towards my feet. I stuck my tongue out and slid it through her creamy slit, making her moan lightly. I was grateful for the distraction, to much more time spent focusing on my dick and I would have exploded deep inside of the woman fucking me so splendidly.

She, the woman on my face this time around, slid back and forth, making me change my tactics rapidly. I found she really got off when I rimmed her asshole with my tongue, something that I had never done before. Had I been in control of the situation I may never have done it either, but for some reason I had the justification that it was okay here, I had an excuse to let go my inhibitions.

The woman fucking me shuddered and sped up, slamming into me hard enough now to cause me to grunt in pain. She spasmed and convulsed as she orgasmed, her muscles clenching and contracting and squeezing my dick in ways that made me want to marry her. Then she fell off of me. Well, she fell off or was pulled off, I am not sure.

What I was sure of was that she was replaced by the fourth girl almost instantly. Her sopping pussy swallowed me whole almost instantly. I groaned as I felt myself entombed inside of her, the head of my dick poking against her cervix. She ground herself against me, squeezing my cock with her pussy while her clit made circles against my pubic bone. As good as the last girl was this one I preferred, she seemed to be taking it little more gently.

I refocused on the ass girl above me, driving my tongue against her sphincter and trying to penetrate it. Something wild had come over me and I did not stop to think what it was or to fight it, I just went with it. She grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled them apart, giving me as much access as she could. Regardless of my effort and her willingness I just could not fight past her sphincter with me tongue. Not too disappointed, she went for second place and slid her ass up enough so that I could suck and lick her pussy some more. She moaned above me began to hump my face. Not as rough as the first girl, but the movements were unmistakable.

I did my best but my best was not good enough. I was moments away from cumming. I tried to pull away from her or to get her to stop but with my mouth muffled by muff and my hands still restrained, I could do nothing more to resist the inevitable. I stabbed my tongue up into the pussy above me as deeply as I could and arched my neck, rubbing my chin against her clit and pushing her over the edge into an orgasm. She tried to drown me with her girl cum, surprising me, then pulled herself away from me.

I groaned and slammed my dick up into the pussy that was clenching my cock like a velvet fist. A soft, hot, wet, tight velvet fist. The tremors began in my feet and I made soft grunting noises with each thrust. She rode me like a professional cowgirl, her hips moving in sync with mine and stretching the last few precious seconds out into a single moment in eternity. She gasped and stiffened above me, her arms braced against my chest and her hands clawing almost painfully into my pecs. I erupted inside of her, driving myself up into her and filling her with my cum. She moaned loudly and forced her pussy as far down on my cock as she could, letting none of my cum escape while she whimpered and shuddered around me.

I had succeeded, all four women had gotten off. I was elated. I was proud. I felt like a million bucks and I felt like a stud. I was also fucking exhausted! The women still on me stayed still until my dick deflated enough to slide out. She slid off me then. The girls holding my arms let go too. I thought I was free to go, though I really wanted to go nowhere unless it was with the four of them, until I heard them whispering quietly among themselves. I could not make out their words, so quiet were they. They reached a decision quickly though, for they returned to me.

I felt one crawling up my legs, her tits brushing my thighs and her mouth encircling my shrunken prick, licking my cum and their juices from it. Had I been able to see what she was doing it may have been enough to get another round out of me. As it was it just blew my mind away.

Another girl made her way to my stomach, kissing and tonguing it then moving up to my nipple and biting on it. I gasped at the pain, then relaxed a little. Sure it had hurt but I just had an incredible orgasm and, although weird, it felt kind of good too. Another woman made her way to my throat on the opposite side and nuzzled in there, kissing and nibbling away at it. Each nibble caused a tiny pinch, again a minor pain but enough I could ignore as it was more erotic then anything.

The woman sucking my cock pulled away and spent a few precious moments bathing my testicles with her saliva then she started kissing and nipping at the inside of my thighs. I chuckled and wondered if they all had the same plastic fangs that Tiffany had used on me earlier.

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Drake. It was a strong name. A name that screamed machismo, confidence, courage, honor, and strength.

Drake. It was a strong name. A name that screamed machismo, confidence, courage, honor, and strength. Yet in spite of all that, Drake found himself in a situation very much out of his control. He had been so careful all his life, hedging his bets and only gambling when the outcome was certain to benefit him. Yet now, at long last, his streak of successes was at an end. He had grown overconfident over the years, now it was time to pay his dues.

Over a month before Drake had been browsing through the ads on an adult website, looking for his latest plaything. He had thought that he had found her, a fetching young thing with the right looks and the right attitude. She was the most beautiful in her the pictures attached to her profile, bound with either leather restraints or soft nylon ropes, sometimes blindfolded, sometimes not. She looked subdued in all of them and clearly excited, yet he was certain he saw a hint of defiance in her eyes still.

Drake had been certain that he would be the one to drive that defiance out. He would be the one to make her his plaything, his slave. She would beg him for more but only when he had given her leave to speak. He was rigid with anticipation as he crafted his first email to her.

Now, several weeks later after they had actually met for the first time he found himself tied to a chair in her finished basement, still trying to put on a show of being in control but inwardly growing more and more terrified.

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Shannon had placed her profile carefully, always looking for the right man. Every time one tumbled into her web she went out of her way to lure them in deeper, until she could spring her trap on them and reduce the pompous sons of bitches to groveling and begging for mercy. They never came back around, and they never ratted her out either. She knew her job and she did it well.

Drake was her latest victim, a man who was so very full of himself that she knew from the first words of his initial email that she was going to enjoy emasculating him. They got to know each other via first email exchange and then the phone, her surprised at his well hidden caution. He was going to be a challenge to her, but that would only make the victory that much sweeter.

Drake was a consultant by day, a predator and a Dom by night. She saw through his words to another person beneath the gruff façade, knowing that he had many weaknesses. He was too full of himself, too confident. It took over a month to make her plan, but once she had it she was certain it was foolproof. It was time for them to meet.

They had met at a dimly let restaurant, seating by reservation only. The prices were high but she knew he could afford them. She played demure and submissive all through dinner, noticing that she acted the role well enough to make him consider taking her then and there. Instead he remained in tense control of himself.

After dinner they returned to her house, by way of a long drive. Per his orders she had worn a filmy sundress with nothing on underneath of it, not even stockings and a garter belt. She did have on some matching black stiletto heels, again per his request. In his car on the way to her place she put on the charm, doing everything she could to convince him that she was totally taken with him and would obey him fully.

“Please, Sir,” she asked him at one point, raising her eyes to his briefly and then letting them fall. “Tell me to do something.”

“What would you like me to tell you to do?” Drake had asked her, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was convinced that he had won her over completely. It would be a surprising first for him, to control a sub so quickly, but he had felt the electricity the moment he saw her. It was a connection that had stolen his breath from him. He just knew that she had felt it too, otherwise why would she have been behaving as she was?

“Anything you want, Sir,” Shannon purred. “Anything…”

“Take off your dress,” he ordered, wondering just how far he could go with her before they reached a private place.

In a flash it was off. She lifted her hips and pulled it up past them, then slid it over her shoulders and tossed it into the back seat. She let him see her body, his eyes darting over it and drinking in her nudity in the reflection of the dashboard and overhead lights like a fine wine. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, and not for the first time that night. It was as genuine this time as it had been every time he had said or thought it before.

“Thank you, Sir,” she demurely replied.

“Sir, do you want me to do anything else?” She asked him with a nervous pitch to her voice.

Drake smiled as he looked at her again, seeing her creamy skin as it dipped into the cleft between her legs, unobstructed by any unsightly hair, and likewise impressed with the gentle swell and rising firmness of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard as rocks as well, another sign of her excitement at her submission to him.

“Play with yourself for me. I want to see how wet you are,” Drake told her, finding it harder to pay attention to the street signs as her fingers dipped into her folds at his insistence.

She pulled them out a moment later, holding them up for him to see. He grabbed her wrist, not harshly but firmly, and pulled her fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean and smiled at her. “I had a feeling you would taste good,” he told her. “Taste yourself and see what I mean.”

Her finger slid back into her slit, feeling the juices that made her thighs squish against her each when she clenched them. She was turned on and extremely wet, that she admitted readily, but what Drake did not know, could not possible know, was the reason why she was so turned on. It was not to be doing his bidding, it was because she was going to change him in a way that would seem biblical.

Drake grinned openly when Shannon’s fingers slipped between her lips and over her teeth. Her tongue licked her own juices clean from her fingers, moaning softly as she did so. He was almost in pain he was so hard. His dick was trapped in his pants when it needed to be free to bury into something hot, wet, and soft.

“Now taste me, do I taste as good?” He told her.

Shannon removed her fingers from her mouth and bent over the console of his car, expertly unhooking his belt and trousers so she could pull his throbbing member free. Without a wasted moment she descended on him, sucking him nearly to the root. Drake gasped at the sudden explosion of heat and wetness. His hips bucked upwards involuntarily. Without realizing it his hand had fallen to her head, holding her softly and keeping her head in place while she used her tongue and lips and massage his cock.

In far too short of a time he pulled up in front of her house. He sat in the driveway, letting her continue fellate him, and looked around. It was a decent neighborhood, houses not too close, but still near enough to be a suburban area. It was almost late now, for a Friday evening. 10:45. He smirked and pulled her head off of his now glistening manhood. “You’re incredible, Shannon, but let’s go inside and do things properly.”

Shannon sat up and reached for her dress to put it back on. Drake chuckled and shook his head. “No, my dear, leave that off. Walk in front of me and let that sexy ass of yours do its thing for me.”

Shannon blushed but made no comment, instead wadding her sundress up and stuffing it into her purse. She opened the door and stepped out, glancing quickly around the neighborhood with eyes that were filled with excitement and challenge. She subdued her look before Drake got out of the driver’s seat and looked at her again. Then she was past him, walking in front of him to the front door of her house. He glanced around as well to make sure no one was watching, then followed right behind her.

He was impressed with the décor of the house. Not manly, but not overly feminine either. It was rather neutral, but it had a strong earthy theme to it without an excessive amount of knick-knacks and other decorations scattered about. But far more important than the looks of the house was the looks of the woman before him. Drake let the door shut behind him and then looked at the beautiful woman standing before him with her eyes looking down at either his feet or his crotch, he could not tell.

“Strip me,” he ordered, always taking particular pleasure in making women do this for him.

Shannon reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt. Reaching his waist she moved to his belt and pants again, which he had done up for the trip from the car to the house. In seconds gravity claimed them and they fell to pool at his feet. His shirt shrugged off his broad shoulders next, revealing to her that he kept himself in very good shape. Drake kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, watching his turgid member bounce in front of him as he did so. He grinned triumphantly and looked at Shannon, who seemed slightly troubled.

“What is that matter?” Drake asked, always convinced that the best way to control a sub was to let them think they had a say in it.

“Sir, the basement would be better for this. It’s set up for this sort of thing,” Shannon said. Drake raised an eyebrow appreciatively and then nodded.

“Lead the way.”

The basement was much as she had promised. She had outfitted it to function as a den, including having a computer set up in it. Additionally there was a section with a small raised hardwood stage on it, which included having a brass pole running from floor to ceiling. Drake’s mouth opened in delighted surprise when he saw it.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” Drake asked, walking towards the stage as though drawn by a magnet.

“Very naughty, Sir,” Shannon said, following him now and fighting to keep the predatory smile from her lips.

“Naughty girls deserve to be punished. A spanking, at the least I think, don’t you?” he said, staring at the armless chair that was sitting in the middle of the raised stage with its back to the pole.

“Ooh, Sir, yes, yes I do. Without proper instruction there’s no telling how naughty I might get,” she said, risking a quick glance up to see him walking closer to the chair.

Drake sat down in it and patted his thighs. “Well then come here, young lady, and bend over my legs so we can begin your lessons.”

Shannon walked over to him, behaving anxious and nervous. Drake found it quite appealing. She paused as she got close to him and then circled around behind him. She bent over his shoulder, whispering in his ear, “I’m scared, Sir. I’m afraid you might hurt me.”

Drake frowned. This was the defiance he had seen in her. He demanded total trust and subservience. This just would not do. He reached back around his side and grabbed her left leg firmly.

“Shannon, I did not-” He stopped in surprise, feeling her suddenly grabbing his forearm with an iron grip. He felt something cold and metallic too, and his first reaction was not one of concern but one of outrage. He reached back with his other hand to force her grip to break, but instead he felt that same metal band encircle his other wrist.

“What the fuck are you doing, Shannon?” He demanded. “This is not acceptable. Release me this instant and I might only punish you.”

Shannon walked around to the front of the chair and smiled mockingly at him, all meekness gone from her gaze. “I don’t think so, Drake,” she said, twisting his name as she spat it out. “You’re my toy now.”

“Bullshit!” He said, straining at the handcuffs that held him bound. They had been treated with something to soften their metal edges, but the harder he pulled the more then chafed his wrists and built into his flesh. “You let me out of here, god damnit!”

“In due time, lover, first you’re going to do what I want,” she said, turning away and pulling over a loveseat to the front edge of the stage.

Drake glowered at her, working all the while at trying to get his hands free. Realizing it was futile, he tried lifting the brass pole out of its moorings in the floor. That was similarly wasted time. When he focused again on what was happening he saw Shannon had spread her legs on the couch before him and was playing with herself again.

He stopped, surprised, and watched her in spite of his intense desire to free himself. One hand was drawing gentle designs on her clit, spreading her wetness around it, while her other hand was pinching and tugging at her nipple. She kept her eyes on Drake, watching his reaction and drawing some of her growing arousal from it. Drake noticed the heady aroma that was coming from her and, like any red-blooded-American would due, he began to remember how turned on he was. His dick began to thicken and raise in spite of his protests against it.

Shannon grinned and dipped her fingers deep inside herself, pulling them out and spreading her juices on her untouched nipple. She then bent her head and, with flexibility that impressed him, managed to stick her impossibly long tongue out to lick the same nipple, tasting herself on it. The breath hissed through Drake’s teeth as he watched her, momentarily forgetting his imprisoned status.

Shannon looked up at him and smiled wickedly. “You didn’t taste nearly as good as I do,” she said with a wink. Her insolence raised Drake from his stupor and caused him to start trying to work his way free again.

Shannon pulled her fingers out and held them out towards him, teasing him. Then to taunt him further she sucked them between her lips and cleaned them off, making sure he saw how much she enjoyed it as she did so. With her glistening fingers she reached down between the cushions of the couch and pulled out a plastic bag. She reached into it and removed a flesh colored and realistically sized and shaped vibrator. She ran her tongue up and down it and slipped it between her lips, acting very much like she had done earlier when she had been blowing drake. His struggles ceased as he watched her, his cock pointing upwards approvingly.

She tilted her head back and, with a wink set his way, she swallowed and sucked the vibrator down into her throat. He fingers held the base of it just outside of her lips, then he watched as her tongue made its way past her lips and licked suggestively at where the testicles would be if the battery operated toy had any.

Drake’s mouth was open without him realizing it, so stunned and turned on did the sight of her deep throating the realistic looking toy leave him. She pulled it out of her throat, slurping it hungrily as it escaped her lips, and brought it down to her pussy lips. She slid it inside of her slowly, teasing both herself and him, then she turned it on and gasped as the tingling sensations shot through her.

She rode the vibrator hard, forgetting for a moment that Drake was there. Her fingers clenched and twisted her nipple, torturing it in wonderful ways that made her stomach and legs clench and spasm. She focused on Drake, seeing him struggling again, but this time not to escape so much as to join her or take his own throbbing erection into his hands. Seeing him there calmed her done enough to regain control. He still had a lot of humbling to endure.

“Do you want to taste me?” Shannon asked him, leaving the vibrator humming deep within her while her other hand rubbed sensuously up and down her slit.

Without realizing he was doing it, Drake nodded. Shannon pulled the toy from her clutching lips after turning it off and slowly ran her tongue up the length of it, tasting it and enjoying both the erotic act as well as what it was doing to Drake. His cock looked harder than perhaps it had ever been; the head was an angry purple, speaking of blood trying to burst out of it.

Shannon stood up and walked the five feet that separated them. She bowed her legs and straddled his thighs, then sat down on him. She slid forward, trapping his cock between them and making it slap against his belly. He grunted at the sensation, not bothering to look down to see the clear liquid running down it. Shannon held the vibrator up to him and watched his eyes as his desire warred with his pride.

She rotated her hips, pulling legs up and wrapping them around and behind him. She pressed against him, her dripping pussy rubbing against the base of his shaft. Drake grunted again, then gave in to his hormones and began to lick the vibrator. She let him lick up one side and down another, then repositioned it so that it faced him directly. By the time Drake realized what was happening, he was giving the vibrator a blow job. His eyes widened and he stopped moving his head. Shannon grinned wickedly and winked at him, then pulled it out.

“What the-” he began, but was stopped by Shannon’s fingers pressing against his lips.

“Shh, no talking until I tell you that you can, you’ll ruin the mood,” she said, smirking.

When she pulled her hands away Drake’s lips remained closed. Shannon was surprised, she figured he had more fight in him than he was displaying. Then again it was entirely possible that he was biding his time. That made sense, he might be one of the more dangerous types. The same type that had made her what she was now. That thought sobered her up some.

“How would you like a little dance, Drake?” She asked, standing up in front of him. He showed no response, confirming her suspicions about him.

Shannon walked over to a nearby stereo and turned it on, a pre-selected tape or CD playing a song with a throbbing beat that screamed sex. It was right up her alley. She returned to the stage and let her body sway and move to the beat, running her fingers up her chest down her sides, and along her thighs. There was no suggestiveness about her movements, there was raw eroticism.

Drake found himself sweating and distracted. He kept trying to focus on his anger and to tell himself that once he made it through this she would pay, but she kept upping the ante and making it that much harder to pay attention to how the roles had been reversed. Now that she was dancing in front of him, and then beside him, and then on him, he could do nothing but stare at her and hope that she would release him soon so he could have his way with her.

Shannon writhed on his lap, grinding against his very erect cock, but never giving enough stimulation to do more than tease him. Then she would slide around behind him, her hands rubbing suggestively over his shoulders or stopping to lightly rake her fingernails across is chest or stomach. She even pinched and bit at his nipples, all movements designed to keep him off balance and guessing. At some point he actually began trembling in the chair, a reaction to the extreme stress she was putting him under. The thought of it nearly made her orgasm when she slid up his thigh, grinding her sex against his muscular leg.

She stood up on his thighs then, with her knees bent and holding onto the bar just above his head with her hand. Her other hand dipped down to rub through her swamped pussy, teasing herself for just a moment before bringing her fingers up between them. Drake opened his mouth and she rubbed the tip of her finger against his lip for a fraction of a second, then pulled them back to her own mouth and sucked them clean.

“You’ve got to be faster than that,” she admonished him.

She stood up on his thighs then and turned around, facing away from him. Using incredible balance she swayed back and forth with the second song. She bent her knees and squatted on him again, holding her balance with her right arm against his knee. She reached behind her and gently traced a line up his dick with her fingertip.

“Where were you going to put this, in here?” She asked him, moving his dick and rubbing it against the entrance to her pussy.

“Or did you want to stick it in here?” This time she moved it back and brushed it over her asshole. She heard his breath catch as she did that, confirming for her what she had suspected.

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Main school se Ghar Aaee aur Sakht Garmee Ki Wajah se Maine Socha Sabse Pehle Main Ghar Jakar Fauran Naha Loon aur aram Karloon. Waise To Main apnee car main thee Laiken Garmee to Qayamat Ki thi. Ghar Pahoonch Kar Maine Lunch bhi Nahi Keya aur Apne Kamre Main Aa Gaee. Kamra Ander Se Band Kiya aur A.C. on Kiya to maloom Huwa Ki Light Nahi thi Pure Mamre Main Andhera tha aur Dark Curtains Ki Wajah se Kuch bhi Nazar Nahi Aa Raha tha.

Saare Kapre Utaar Diya aur Bilkul Nangi Ho Gaee. Aissa Pehli Bar Nahi Kiya Balki Ye Meri Rozana school se Wapis Aakrar Nahati thi aur Aise hi Karma Band Karke aur Nangi Hokar Nahane Chli Jati thi. Meri Umar 16 Sal ki thi aur Main Ek Aam si Larki thi Us Waqt bhi aur Ab bhi. Color bhi Saf Nahi thi aur na hi Jism Main Koi Khas Kashis thi. Haan Main lambe Qad ki Moti si larki thi. Dar asal Hum sab Ghar wale Khubsoorat Nahi the Choonki Ammeen abbu Dono hi Mamooli Shkal ke The Is Wajah Se Main aur Mere tino Bare Bhai Bhi Bus Yoon Hi Se the.

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Abhee Jism Geela Huwa Hi tha Ki light Aa Gaee. Mere to Mooh se Cheekh Nikal Gaee Keyonki Samne Mera tisra Bhai Tahir Nanga Khara Huwa tha aur Iske Geele Badan se Lag Raha tha Ki Wo Naha Kar farigh Huwa tha. Uska Rang Bhi faq Hogaya. Maine Dono Hatho Ko Apnay Chehrae Par Rakh liya Ki Usko Dekh Na Sakoon lekin wo to Mujhe Dekh Raha tha. Tahir ki Awaz Aaee Ki Sorry Shabnam Mere Kamre ke Bath Room ka Tape Kharab tha Is liye Main Tumhare Bath Room Main Naha Kar Bahar Nikal hi Raha tha ki tum Aa Gaee. Main to Patthar Ban Kar Khari Huee thi aur Phir Ek Gehri Khamoshi Ke Bad Tahir Ne Kaha Ki Shabnam tumhara jism kitna Haseen hai. Meri Zindagi Mein Kisi ne Pehli Bar Meri Tareef ki thi aur is ek Jumle ne Pehli Bar Mujhe Itna Khush Kar Diya Ki Main Bhool Gaee ki Main Kis ke Samne Nangi Khari Huee Hoon.

Ye Soch hi Rahi thi ki Tahir ke Hatho ko Apne Hathon Par Mehsoos Kiya. Usne Mere Dono Hatho ko Jinse Maine Apna Chehra Chupaya Huwa tha Hat Diya. Maine Use Dekha to Bilkul Mere Kareeb tha aur Phir Usne Mujhe Gale Laga kar Mafi Mangna Shuru kar diya. Main kuch na boli lekin Uske Bheege Huwe Badan ne Jab Mujhe Chhuwa to Main Pagal si ho Gaee. Maine Bhi Apne Dono Hatho ko Uske Kamar Pakar liya aur kaha ki koee bat Nahi. Ye Sab Kuch light Na Hone ki Wajah Se Huwa hai. Halanki Maine Use Maf Kar Diya Lekin Hum Dono ka Shayad Alag Hone ka Dil Nahi Chah Raha tha Kyunki Dono hi Ek Doosre se Chipke Huwe the. Tahir ne Mafi Ke Bawjud Meri Kamar Ko Sehlana Shuru Kar Diya and isi Dauran Tahir ke LUND Ko Maine Apni in taangon ke Darmeyan Garam Garam Mehsoos kiya. Uska LUND aur Uska Nanga Jism Apne Nange aur Geele Jism ke Sath mehsoos karke Main to bhool Gaee ki Hum Dono Sage Bhai Bahen Hain.

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