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Keya Learns to Enjoy Sex

Rajan was an engineer by profession and this is what happened with him during his first job about 5 years ago when he was in Poona.

After finishing his engineering he joined a company.He was an electrical engineer and his company bagged a contract to make a sub-station in a small town.

Since the nature of contract was not very big, he was made the site engineer and overseer by the company.

This small town was about six hours drive from Poona and was very picturesque. Nestled between the hills there were a few temples near by.

All these temples were very popular and these temples were quite near to the construction site (The farthest of these temples was about 25 kms.)

The town was dead in all respects. There was a small state PWD guest house, two small restraunts and a small market place where basic necessities were available. Read more »

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My Wife’s Dominant Master

Hello friends, back after a while with another adventure of my beautiful wife! After the episode at Mr. Patil’s house, Richa had to take a break of couple of weeks to recover. Yes, it was quite hard for her physically. Although she resumed office next day and we had our own encounters few times during the week, I had to keep it mild. I teased her a few times as to how would she react if Imran demands another tough session while she was still recovering. She would be nervous just thinking that it could piss Imran off if she would have to refuse him. Fortunately for her, nothing happened until next 2-3 weeks. She had recovered well by then and I could feel at times she was wondering why Imran hadn’t called all along. But she never really expressed her thoughts and continued with life as usual.

It was a lazy Monday morning and I was off to office an hour late. It was about 8am and I was almost tying my shoes to step out when Richa’s cell phone rang. Her expressions were enough to tell me it was Imran on the other side. She actually stood up from the chair and answered it on 2nd ring.

“Are you alone?” came Imran’s stern voice as soon as Richa answered.

“Yes, I mean…. Yes, he just left… only just…” Richa stumbled with words as usual when she speaks with him. Read more »

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Fucking My Sister at Her Wedding!

It was a perfect June afternoon. The temperature wasn’t overly hot and the sky was clear with white, puffy clouds scattered around, only occasionally passing in front of the sun. The sounds of birds fluttering about the trees clustered around us filled the air, accompanied by the distant roar of waves crashing against the beach far below.

In front of us, about thirty feet from the cliff’s edge before it dropped off into the deep blue of the Indian Ocean, was an elegant white latticework arch, adorned with flowers and mounted on an elevated platform. The officiant puttered around, making sure everything was absolutely perfect lest the bride let him hear about it later.

“So now that we’re here, do you believe it yet?” Rakhi smiled at me, waggling her eyebrows. Read more »

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My Sleeping Wife

An incident happened the other night, quite by accident, that awakened something in me I didn’t know I had. Last Thursday night a friend of mine, Lalith, came over to talk, and watch the daynight cricket match in TV. He works at the same place I do, and since we had a three day week-end, we were in no hurry to end the night. After a long time I had time to watch my favourite sport and had time for it too . My wife, Saritha, had to work the next day, and since she was not a night person she went to bed about 10:30. She is also one of the soundest sleepers I know. I have actually

shaken her pretty good trying to wake her up before, and still she would sleep.

After Saritha went to bed, Lalith and I sat up and watched an old porno flick of his that he had brought over, since Saritha wasn’t into much of that scene. We usually take such chances when she is away to her parents home or temple. But this time we went ahead and decided to watch porno flick once the match got boring as India loose many wickets.

After the first couple of cum shots, Lalith exclaimed, “Man, it sure would be nice to have a real piece of ass! It’s been much too long since I’ve had any!” Read more »

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Yamini Cheats on her Fiancee

This is the story of Yamini, her fiancee Venkatesh and her lover Sanjeev. This incident is real and happened during the engagement days of Yamini and Venkatesh. Venkatesh was a software nerd who had finished two years of his job in US and had returned to India to find a suitable match. His parents had arranged a girl for him. He had come to do the engagement and return to US. The marriage was planned next year when he would be able to get a longer leave and take her along with him.

By 8:30 in the morning, they found themselves lying down together on the couch in the living room. They were under a blanket. It was hardly a week after her engagement to Venky. But when her old classmate called her over for a last time together, she just could not refuse. She was wearing a cotton shirt and jeans, and Sanjeev was dressed only in a pair of jeans.

Earlier in the day, they had driven down from the coffee shop where they met, left an unfinished coffee as they both were too eager to be in each other’s arms. On the way Sanjeev put his hand on her lap, stroking her gently, reminding her about the days in college, their college tour, those numerous hotel rooms they shared, the trip to Bangalore where they had to attend an interview together. After reaching his new palatial house, he removed her sari, careful not to wrinkle it and they both walked around, arms around each other. He showed her around the house, the bedrooms, balcony, drawing room, study room, the big bathroom with its tub, the shower and the kitchen. Read more »

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My Mon’s Affair with Neighbourhood Uncle

 

My name is Ajit, 19 years old. I live in Mumbai in a 2 BHK apartment with my mom, Shilpa, 38. My dad, Vikram, 42, is working in a MNC, and was recently transferred to Bangalore through the company. He visits home every 3 or 4weeks. Mom is a conservative woman and to continue her hobby, she runs music classes at home. Though her age is 38, she looks 25 as a result of regular yoga and exercise. A beautiful, smart woman, 5’4″ tall, with curves 34c-26-38, 56 kg, fair complexion. Whenever we go shopping or anywhere else, I notice men staring at her with lustful eyes. I have noticed my friends doing the same thing, whenever they visit my home. She wears either Saree or salwar-kameez. Her dress sense just adds to her beauty. Men around her always keep drooling. Being calm, she never reacted to them. I am in second year of my Engg college. I’m busy most of the time for college work.

One day I was returning from college, and as I reached the main gate of our building, I noticed a new family was moving into our building. I stopped there after parking my bike. As the ‘packers and movers’ guys left, only one man was remaining and I just said hello to him. He obviously wanted some new friends. “Hello beta, myself Vinod” As we were going upstairs, I asked him about his family. And he told me that he was living alone, divorced.

As I came to 3rd floor, where my flat was, I stopped and knocked the door. As we were exchanging phone numbers, mom opened the door and I told her about uncle. Read more »

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Meeting My Bhabhi’s Divorcee Sister

It was my brother’s marriage when I first saw her. She was tall, fair, long black hairs, well build, wearing an orange colored netted saree and a reasonable amount of jewellery. I was wondering “who is she?” most of the time standing near the bride. I moved through the crowd towards the stage to get a closer look. My eyes were sparkling when I saw her. She was looking damn beautiful. I realized she was wearing a Mangalsutra that too was of great designing work but I didn’t see sindoor is her head, which generally an Indian married women use to wear. I was keen to know who she was. But kept some patience and started talking to relatives.

From them I came to know that she was the elder sister of the bride i.e. my bhabhi I also came to know that her name is Megha, she is a clerk in a govt dept and she have a daughter of 8 yrs old and Megha was divorced since 2 years. I figured out she must be in her mid 30s. The marriage ceremonies ended and it was time to take our bhabhi to her new home.

We are a family of 4. Dad, Mom, Bro and me (Ashish) and now we’ve bhabhi as 5th member. I was wandering if Megha is coming with my bhabhi or not, as in our culture brides’ sister used to come with bride as a part of ritual. And soon I saw her and her daughter sitting in the car heading towards our home. We reached home and got bit relaxed and had some refreshments. The next day there were some rituals and the whole day I was just observing her. She must be 5’6” and her figure would be around 36-32-38. I was scanning her like X-ray machine. She noticed me looking at her two or three times but she was stone faced. Read more »

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When Arbaaz Fucked Katrina at Sallu’s Party

Arbaaz shifted his body as he sat on the big plush chair at his own 30th birthday party. Salman Khan, Arbaaz’s big brother, had thrown him a big Bollywood bash that December. Arbaaz didn’t want that. He had wanted a private cozy little party. He hated big crowds and noise. Salman had invited all kinds of people. Mostly pop singers and uptight little sluts. One person he invited was ok by Arbaaz. It was Katrina Kaif.

Oh god Katrina! Arbaaz drooled over the hottie as he saw her walking side to side with his brother. Salman had his arm around her tiny waist and was showing her off like a prized possession. She looked sexy in her little black skirt and red crop top showing off her flat tummy. Ever since the whole sex tape scandal came out about Katrina, Arbaaz had been dreaming about her. He knew she preferred men older than he was but in his own mind he hoped she would see how much he liked her.

Arbaaz turned to see the annoying Parineeti Chopra giggling as she sat next to him. “Arbaaz! You haven’t been listening to a word I’m saying!” Read more »

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The Wedding

The beach. It was a perfect June afternoon. The temperature wasn’t overly hot and the sky was clear with white, puffy clouds scattered around, only occasionally passing in front of the sun. The sounds of birds fluttering about the trees clustered around us filled the air, accompanied by the distant roar of waves crashing against the beach far below.

In front of us, about thirty feet from the cliff’s edge before it dropped off into the deep blue of the Indian Ocean, was an elegant white latticework arch, adorned with flowers and mounted on an elevated platform. The officiant puttered around, making sure everything was absolutely perfect lest the bride let him hear about it later.

“So now that we’re here, do you believe it yet?” Rakhi smiled at me, waggling her eyebrows. Read more »

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Saving My Innocent Husband – Part 2

“Are you okay?” a sound came from the bedroom. “Nothing sir, she just tripped,” Shiva said and quickly I stepped out of my dark blue panties, and hooked all my blouse hooks. Saying “sorry Shiva, I could not control,” I picked up my white bra and dark blue panties and gave it to him. “I can understand, just sit down and relax for a while,” he said and went near the fridge and gave me some water. While I was drinking some water, “I am doctor remember, I can understand what happened to you, just relax,” Shiva said. I sipped some water and looked at him. “I just wanted to turn you on before you seduce him, but seems like I overdid things and made you. It is all my fault, I am sorry Eva, I will not do that again,” he said. “Come on Shiva, don’t be sorry. I did not get your intention of helping me, but I just got carried away.

It is all my fault,” I said. “Jancy, let us not blame each other and ruin our friendship, I will never get a friend like you in my entire life, I don’t want to lose you Jancy. I have never had a good friend in my entire life,” he said and placed his hands over my hands. “Shiva, I will be a good friend to you, don’t worry okay?” I said and held his face. “Thank you Eva, I trust you” he said and quickly hugged me, and his weight made me lie down on the sofa and he slept on top of me. “Don’t worry, Shiva, I am there for you,” I said and hugged him, unaware of the fact that I am hugging him without my bra inside my blouse. He is my friend, so I did not mind, and Shiva started kissing my lips. Read more »

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Saving My Innocent Husband – Part 1

“B@stards..!!! They are asking us for evidence, shamelessly. They are the bloody Police Department, they must be finding evidences and nailing the real criminals behind the bars. Oh my poor little daughter Maya, I feel sorry for you, I really don’t know how we are going to find out the real murderer and save your husband,” my dad almost broke down. “Come on dad, don’t lose hope, this is the time we must be strong,” I said, and we were walking out of the Police Station. As we were walking out of the Police Station, my dad stopped in the middle, a good 10 yards from the gate, he stood helpless. He looked at me, “There is not a faint chance that your husband could have possibly murdered Shobana,” my dad was explaining about the “Shobana Murder Case,” in which my husband Akash, a newspaper daily photographer was arrested as the prime suspect.

The cops zeroed in on my husband as the murderer because he was the only man present in the Flat #413, 4th Floor of Prasad Paradise Apartment, where Shobana, daughter of a loan shark Mr. Gopal was lying dead. My parents live in the same Prasad Paradise Apartment, but in the 3rd Floor, Flat #313, just below Shobana’s Flat. While my dad was explaining, there was a Police Constable near the gate which was good 10 yards away from us, secretly staring at the slightly exposed region of my waist between my pink cotton saree and black blouse. As my dad was saying “there are big shots involved in this case. The cops are trying to cover up something to save somebody, and we need someone in the Police Department to give us some hints,” the Police Constable was still staring at my waist secretly. Read more »

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How I Fucked Shruti Mausi

Hello all guys and gals hope you are doing well. Today I am going to share an incident which happened to me when I was 19 in my full youthfulness I’m Rahul and I am from Hyderabad, This is a real story actually my first experience of having a sexual encounter with my Mothers Sister my aunt.

Now let me explain my aunt, she was then in her mid 30s but still she was looking very young. She was fair as milk and had a very cute face. She was a widow with no children. She had an attractive sexy figure. 38D-28-36, Shruthi is her name. I never had any bad intention towards her, so never looked at feminine part of her and but to me she was very beautiful.

I was 18 years I’d been to my aunt’s house for some reason that’s when I saw that she was coming from her bath. She just had a towel around her. I could see her breast trying to come out of her towel and shouting to be squeezed. From that day I’d been thinking of her bulging breast and her big ass and masturbate very often imaging her beautiful sexy body. Read more »

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Rohini – the Ravenous Wife

Rohini and Rahul were one happily married couple. Rohini was around 34 and good looking. Rahul was 36 and well settled with two loving kids and they both loved each other.

Rohini was lucky to find Rahul in her life which gave her freedom to work and have time with her life and do things in her career. Rahul always gave her a helping hand at home to do household work and look after the kids.

Rohini had never thought about anything else than having a good family life and loving husband. She use to work hard and same time made sure she gives time to her family.

Things changed for Rohini when a new guy in her office joined his name was Aryan. Aryan was handsome well-built and had charms for which any girl could fell for him. Many girls in the office use to find him attractive and Rohini was not one of them until the day when she found him talking to one of his colleagues about her. Read more »

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Bob Biswas – Beti Chod

Bob Biswas was bored. His wife Sunita had signed their daughter, Kiran, up with a photographer to take some fashion glamour shots, but at the last minute Sunita had to go on a sales trip for her company and couldn’t take Kiran to the shoot. So Bob got stuck with it. Kiran had disappeared into the dressing room over an hour ago with the photographer, leaving Bob in the studio alone with nothing to do.

Bob had wandered around for a while, looking at various pieces of equipment, and he played a game of trying to figure out what each thing was for. But after a while that got old. Bob realized he was standing by a filing cabinet and he idly opened a drawer to see what was in it. His eyes bugged out as he saw pictures of young teenaged girls. And not just any pictures. These girls were naked! And not just naked. They were naked and showing their pussies to the camera. He began looking through them and found that each group of photographs was a series. They started with normal teens, then went to the same girl after her glamour makeover. That alone was enough to start Bob’s dick to stiffen. He couldn’t believe how much more grown up the girls looked after they had been made over. Then the photographs progressed by showing each girl in various outfits, becoming smaller and showing more skin in each successive one. Then the shots went to lingerie photos, then to shots of the girls without bras, then completely naked, then cupping their sweet teen titties, and finally with their legs spread, pussies open, the looks on their faces saying “Fuck me now”. Read more »

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How I Dominate You

You’ve seen me around college, and we’ve made eye contact, but nothing more. So when I walk out of the lift in the library, you smile as I look at you. I smile in return and you resume your studying. We share a management class, so you know I’m here for the position paper we all have due at the end of the week. Returning to your notes, you lose sight of me.

You look around for the book that your notes mention, but it’s not on the desk with you. You study your notes again and get the reference number. As you gaze up at the stacks, you quickly realize it’s only a few shelves away, in the corner behind you.

You find the shelf, and as you reach for the book, you feel me, close to you, closer than I’ve ever been. You can smell my cologne and feel my presence, the heat of my body washing over you. You freeze at the shelf, hand on the book, wondering what I’ll do.

“You’re so beautiful” I murmur in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “And you know it.” Read more »

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