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An Evening at the Malad Hair Salon

I am a businessman and I was running late. I had an interview the next day and I wanted to look presentable, so I ducked into my regular salon in Malad. The woman that usually cut my hair was not available, but Anushka was there, and she agreed to stay late and give me the trim that I needed.

I had noticed Anushka the last few times that I was in because she had long, curly black hair and blue-green eyes, and I had a particular weakness for Aishwarya Rai-like eyes. I never saw her in anything other than a skirt and blouse, and the skirt was never more than halfway down her thighs while the shirt always exposed some nice cleavage.

I took off my tie and leaned back in the seat to get my hair washed. For me, at least up until that night, the hair washing was my favourite part of the haircut. It was so sensual, the feel of a pretty woman’s fingers working through my hair. One time I had to wait twenty minutes for my stylist to free up, and I paid one of the girls to wash my hair the entire time. Read more »

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Torrid Affair with the Kaamwali’s Husband

“Sindhu”

“What is it?”

“Where have you kept my tie. I just can’t find it anywhere.”

“It’s inside the wardrobe.”

Suman always expected her to attend to him when he was getting ready for office. When they had got married twelve years back she could do that. But now with their two kids going to school her morning schedule was hectic. Getting up early, preparing breakfast, waking up the kids, serving breakfast….it went on and on until Suman left for his office and she took the kids to the bus stand to catch the school bus.

Mornings were even tougher when the maid didn’t turn up. Lakshmi was a nice person and always went out of her way to help Sindhu. She never refused to do anything, quite unlike most of the maids employed by her friends and neighbours. When they had moved into this beautiful bungalow in Salt Lake, in the eastern suburbs of the city, she had felt elated. The apartment blocks would no longer stifle her. No doubt to it, she hated living in apartments. Read more »

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The Old Man’s Horny Wife

*beepbeep* *beepbeep* *beepbeep*

My wife’s cellphone buzzed and rang multiple times to announce the arrival of several text messages as soon as she turned the phone on after the pilot announced it was okay to do so.

“So Shipra.” I said icily, “I guess those are all text messages from Manish?”

Shipra ignored me and her fingers worked the keyboard furiously as she replied to the text messages.

“Only two of them.” Shipra said once she got done. “The third was from my sister saying Chintu is doing fine.”

“And what did Manish want? Some recipe perhaps?”

Manish was our neighbor and “friend” back in New Jersey. He was divorced and lived next door, and lived with his son who was the same age as Chintu – 6. I had started off liking Manish when we moved into his neighborhood a year back. He was friendly, his son and Chintu got along very well, and he seemed genuinely helpful. Which he still was. Read more »

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Fucked by Police Inspector Shekher

One day my husband called me and told me that he wants to take me and asked me to apply for a passport. So I applied for it and I got a call from the local police station for the inspection and was asked to come with a witness. So I took Raj and Anil with me. We went to the police station and there were 2 people before me for the inspection. Raj told me that we will have to give some money to the police to speed up the procedure. I had some extra money for that. My name was called and I went inside with Raj and Anil. I saw the policeman and I was surprised to see him as I knew him.

He was my college mate. He had also once proposed me. His name was Shekhar. He was also surprised. He took the witness’s signature and they both left. He said normally people give me money for moving the files faster, but I would love to have a coffee with you. Is it ok with you? I just smiled and said it’s ok. He looked at me and said you have grown too much. You were a thin little girl then. I just blushed. I was wearing a yellow transparent saree with a deep cut blouse and I had tied my long black hair flowing till my bums. He asked me to come to his place in the evening for coffee. I agreed to it and left the police station. I got ready in the evening wearing a transparent red saree and a deep cut blouse, tied my long silky black hair to a bun and did a light make up with red lip stick, sindhoor and wore my red bangles. I reached his apartment and he opened the door. Read more »

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How My Sports Sir Screwed Me in School

Next day I left Shekhar’s place and went home to collect my clothes for a month. On my way I saw some school girls at the junction. One of the girls was inside the shop at the junction. I saw the girl talking and laughing with a man sitting inside. Later I came to know that he was their physical training Sir. It reminded me of my school days with my physical training sir. We used to call him PT sir. He was young and handsome. Normally the PT period is always the last one. After that the school leaves. Sir always had an eye on me. I used to play hand ball. So whenever there is a girl’s game he comes to me and gives me advice. He never leaves a chance to touch me. I also used to enjoy it so he was a little too bold with me.

Moreover in the school most of the boys in my class and 2 3 sirs knew I was a girl who liked to be with men. Like I had mentioned earlier my uniform was one piece like a frock below the waist and tight on the top with buttons stitched till the waist. We also had a lace around the waist which is tied behind to a bow. As I had said, since I was a failure, my parents had not stitched me a new uniform for 2 years. So it had become tight below the waist as my bums had grown and also was tight on the top. My bums used to stick to my frock and my boobs used to bulge out tight and round. They used to bounce whenever I walked or ran around.

During the game Sir always used to stare at my bouncing boobs and swaying bums. There was an interschool match which was going to be held after a week for which we had started practicing during the school and sometimes after school. One day after the last PT period Sir asked me to stay after school as he wanted to show me some tricks and wanted to brief me about the game strategy. I agreed to it but I knew what he wanted, because he sometimes used to share non-veg jokes with me and also used to say that if I am there in the team we can easily win the match coz the players in the other team would be simply staring at me all the time. He also gave a naughty smile after asking me to wait, so I confirmed and I was getting thoughts of what would happen and started getting excited. Read more »

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How I Became a Dominant

HI, I am Jose. This story is about the one event that made me discover my wild side, one of subtle dominance. I work in the branch office of a private company as an Area Head with about 20 staff under me, in Chennai. In my team was Revathy, a woman in her early thirties with two kids. Her husband was working in the administration dept. of a logistics company. She is an assistant manager, a jovial person, mingles with everyone easily, but reserved in the lady like manner, an average middle class working woman.

Let me describe Revathy for you. She is wheatish, about 5.4 with a curvy figure. The days when she dressed in a sari was the day we witnessed an increased male crowd loitering around her and the branch. She never dressed in revealing or sexy dresses. But she knew she was well proportioned and took care to dress appropriately. She was very aware of the looks of men around and often joked about it during informal gatherings. But she was very reserved with her male colleagues. The male staff often joked that her assets attracted more customers than the products we sold.

It so happened that after about 3 months of me joining, there was a customer complaint about a payment of about 1.2 lakhs not reaching him. I looked into the matter and found that Revathy has misplaced the cheque. A detailed enquiry followed and it was decided that the money should be recovered from Revathy. A couple of months passed, then one day I had to go to meet a customer, Revathy also joined in since she was managing the account. We got into my car and left. Throughout the way Revathy was cribbing on hard it was to make ends meet and that her husband was a spendthrift etc etc…she couldn’t tell him that she had lost money in the office….…so please restore her salary….and on and on. Read more »

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Sex for my Husband’s Promotion

After my last tryst, I was at home. I got back home packed some sexy sarees and very deep cut and back open blouses. Packed my make up kit and my accessories. I called Suresh and told about what is happening and might happen in this month. He was excited and said he couldn’t wait to meet me. I got ready and left. I reached Shekhar’s place by evening. He said his boss will come in sometime. We had a little fondling and kissing and the door bell rang.

Shekhar went and opened the door. It was his officer boss, he came in and saw me. I was in my transparent saree, deep cut back open blouse and with full make up. I had worn nothing inside because Shekhar had asked me not to wear anything inside. He came in and Shekhar went inside to get him some drink. I was standing in front of Sir (like Shekar called him). Sir asked me to sit near him and I sat. He said, “Chaitrali, isn’t that your name?” I said, “Yes.” He said that I had a nice name and so is my face and my structure. He said he was waiting to spend sometime with me since the day he saw me with Shekhar at the police station. He said he wanted to meet me very badly. Then he had approached Shekhar and asked about me.

That is when Shekhar told Sir that I am his very close friend. He said he asked Shekhar if he could also be friends with him. Shekhar agreed to it and told Sir about our college days and thats where we met first and all. Sir was very excited to meet me and so was I. He said he has posting on a highway that night. So he asked me if I could accompany him there and spend the night there. He said there’ll be a small office for him there and can stay there for the night. Read more »

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Last Excitement Before Leaving India

I got up in the morning next day and left Shekhar’s place. I told Shekhar that I have to go home, do some cleaning and will be back by evening. He said ok and I left. I wore my transparent saree and a deep cut blouse and a high heel. Tied my hair down till my big round swaying bums. Clipped it to the end as usual. I took a train to my place. I thought to have some fun so boarded the gents compartment. Some how I got into the train and it was very crowded. There were men all around me and the trainstarted. I was feeling very horny inside.

The smell of the men around me was making me mad. One man behind me was pushing me from behind as if he was stroking me. Slowly he kept his hands around my waist acting as if he had accidentally kept them. I just looked back a gave him a smile. He moved his hands further to the front and held properly around my waist. My big round firm boobs were pressing the back of the man standing in front of me. The man behind me was holding my waist and hitting my round bums hard. My nipples were hard and I was getting horny by every push the man giving my bums.

After sometime my stop came and I got down of the train. Surprisingly the man didn’t follow me or get down the train. I headed home. When I reached home I got a call from the shopkeeper. It was 3. 00pm and he asked me to come to the godown and that he and his servants were waiting. I got ready, applied light make up, wore a transparent saree and very deep cut blouse. I tied my hair to a bun with a hair stick. I knew the street which will take me to the godown will have a lot of onlookers when I pass by. So I decided to tease all the men on my way. Wore my red high heel matching my red saree and blouse. I reached the small dirty street and all the vendors with cart wheel were staring at me with lust in their eyes. I could make out that they must be imagining me naked, walking pass by. My pussy was getting horny by just thinking of walking nude in front of those vendors on the road. The shopkeeper was waiting outside his godown for me. I reached the place and he asked me to enter inside. When I entered there were 4 men. Shopkeeper said they are my servants here. Read more »

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Shilpa and Aniket Swap With Tausif And Farhana – I

I really could not believe that I was sitting in a hotel with Tausif. I was in Mahabaleshwar sitting on a double bed next to a mirror brushing my hair. In the mirror, I could see Tausif sleeping beside me. His body was covered in a bed sheet, but I knew that beneath it he was completely naked. As I saw in the mirror, I was also wearing only panties. My long hair had covered by boobs and my skin was still glowing with raw sex that we had last night. There was no sign of my brassiere so I looked around to check. I found it lying on the floor.

It was a transparent bra of red color that I had purchased just 10 days back. In fact I had purchased an entire set containing six different colors. The six colors were Red, Black, Blue, Green, Yellow and Pink. Shweta had insisted on me buying it saying that Tausif would love it. Now I knew that he really loved it. My black colored georgette sari was also lying on the floor along with a black sleeveless blouse. This was also Shweta’s choice. In fact all the clothes that I brought here were chosen by Shweta. I picked up my brassier and slowly put it on my boobs and hooked it. After that I pulled up my blouse and choli and wore it.

As I looked in mirror, I knew why Tausif had fallen for me even after being married to Shweta for 8 years. I myself had been married to Aniket for 5 years. Even after that, I had a fantastic figure. Marriage had put some weight on me, but only on the right places. And I could see it in the mirror. I slowly wore my sari and then reclined in the bed beside Tausif. I put my hand on his chest and head on his shoulders. Memories about the last 9 months flooded my mind. Read more »

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Shilpa and Aniket Swap With Tausif And Farhana – II

I darted a small peck on his cheek. Now theatre had started to fill up and I removed my arm from Tausif’s. After some time when the film started Tausif put his hand around me on my back. He in fact entered his finger inside my blouse and started playing with my brassier. But I asked admonished him. Then to keep his hand quiet, I wrapped my arm around his. I removed the chop tying my hair and loosed them. The film went fine. It was small compared to other Hindi films. When we came out of the Theatre, it was around 5. We again went to Thane.

Tausif asked me if I wanted to eat something. I said fine. So we both went in a small hotel called Alok. We both sat on the same side of the table with Tausif’s arm wrapped around my back on my arm.

Tausif: So honey, what do you want to eat?

Shilpa: I will have something very light. Probably I will eat just idli and sambar. What about you?

Tausif: I was thinking of same. Why don’t we share it?

Shilpa: Fine. If we need something extra, we can get it afterwards. Read more »

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From Neighbour to Master

I stood in the open balcony in our small 8th floor flat; my silky brown hair cascaded around face. I was dressed in loose fitting gown which provided a perfect silhouette of my curvaceous figure to whoever looked up.

I watched the movers & packers unloading expensive looking furniture from 2 big trucks. I recalled the earlier night when my husband told me about the new arrivals. “They have bought the entire 17th floor & have booked four parking slots!” my husband Abhishek had said. I had felt a pang of envy when I had heard that but looking at all the expensive stuff being moved I felt downright jealous. I had always craved for such an opulent lifestyle. My eyes widened a bit when the new owners cars were driven in. The owners themselves came in the last car. All the cars were big & expensive looking & so were the occupants.

The man was around 45 to 50 while the woman was around 35. Both were dressed smartly & from my judgment they were dressed in the most expensive of brands. The man was called DK & his wife Urvashi.

For almost three months I tried hard to catch the attention of my new neighbours but to no avail. Read more »

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Sex with the Forest Officer’s Wife

Tathagata had just received his permit to work at the Gir National Park. He is taking over from the previous chief Raghu Desai. Tathagata had been an excellent naturalist for the youth and he knew the ways of the forest as well as the best and better, by far, than most.

He surveyed his main poaching protection area, peering with his keen eyes over the forest from the small hillock that marked its eastern bound. He was proud of himself, being only twenty-three and having full rights as a Forest Conservation Officer.

Desai had not died, or even retired, but had left for Vadodara to be with his wife, Annapurna. He smiled, remembering the first meeting he had with that lovely creature when he was a youngster. She had blatantly flirted with him. Forest reserve inhabitants have slightly looser restrictions about clothing, and he soon after that had seen her unclad in the yard, and had something to fantasize about when he fooled with himself in the dark for several years. Read more »

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Sex in the Streets of Mumbai

Tanya stood at the left corner of the stage at Planet Bollywood enjoying the 11:30 band set, quaffing down the last of the beer that she had been nursing. She was a fine looking woman, just this side of thirty, with a medium-length haircut that suited her; black hair all fluffed out, shorter on the sides and hitting her shoulders in the back. The black hair was a nice contrast to her fair skin. She wore ankle high black boots with a short, tight skirt, black stockings, and a jean jacket over a purple sweater. She also was wearing thick black eyeliner, and that suited her.

She had not intended to be clubbing this particular evening, but circumstances had changed things. Her boss had kept her working late at the office, but on the upside, the overtime money would help make a dent in her debts. That had kept her from changing into her club gear, but she figured what she was wearing was passable, and she didn’t mind all that much. Arjun, her last minute date from Facebook, wasn’t very proficient at dancing, and with all the young bitches so anxious to impress by throwing themselves at any available guys within proximity, no one else had bothered to ask her to dance. Not that she minded. She’d done the same thing herself at that age, so wearing the boots, while not fit for normal clubbing, weren’t a deterrent at all. Read more »

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A Night at the Bar

Around the corner from my office in Mumbai, there’s a place where I like to go. It’s a restaurant, with the bar upstairs. We call it the Planet Bollywood Club, although it’s officially named after its location. It’s in a wonderful old Early nineteenth-century house, with dark wood panelling, high ceilings and a rich, tasteful ambiance.

I like it there because it’s got a nice selection of single malt Scotch, and they allow cigar smoking in the bar. I don’t actually like cigars–smoking them or being around the smoke–but I do like my pipe. The Planet Bollywood Club is one of the few places where I can be comfortable and enjoy the flavours of my sweet tobacco and a glass of Old Monk.

So I’m there once, maybe twice a week, with or without my business partner, to relax after work. The bar opens at 4:30, and I guess I’m a regular. At least, I’m on a first name basis with all the servers, and I honestly can’t remember the last time I had to tell the bartender what to pour for me. Read more »

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