She tapped her Samsung Galaxy S8+. It was 3:30am in the night. No notifications on Facebook or WhatsApp. A car whooshed by on the street. Who’s out so late she wondered.

Her husband, Jimmy was sleeping peacefully. Tanya observed him for sometime. ‘He’s getting fat’, she thought. ‘And old. Damn I am getting old.’

She wondered whether she should check on her kids. But it felt like too much to bother. She softly went to the washroom and wiped her naked body with a towel. They always slept naked. Her fad. She read somewhere it’s good for the body. She looked at her body in the full length mirror. As she cupped her 32C breasts, she remembered how small they once were and how inferior she felt throughout her teenage. Motherhood had finally given her the required bulk. Still they were perky, not sagging. She wondered whether hers would remain tight as long as her mother or grandma.

Tanya is a professor of nuclear physics, the youngest faculty in the IIT. Regardless of how path breaking her researches were, her political involvement restricted her. No government would employ her, given her strong stance against nuclear weapons and even nuclear power plants. And she loved her life. She got to be around young hopeful minds, not dull old bureaucrats and politicians.

Every now and then, she would find a student she liked more than others. Currently it was Sucheta. In the class of 80 crediting the course, she was the only girl. She reminded Tanya of her own young self; athletic, sexy and literally the genius. Moreover, she came from Tanya’s hometown and spoke the same vernacular dialect.

Tanya wasn’t bad looking herself. She had never been sexy or pretty unlike her two closest friends Anita and Zoya, but there was something in her that attracted men. And even at 35, she was full of enthusiasm like a 22year old. The 10 miles running she did every morning, ever since she was 15, kept her in shape despite the two pregnancies. And she had inherited pretty good genes from her mother.

So Tanya did attract the attention of her students, boys of 18-20. Full of virility, stuck in an institution with sex ratio of 10:100, it was normal they would ogle her; whether in her saree or shirt-jeans. Often when she would come in T-shirt and jeans, she would look like a student rather than a teacher. In-fact some post-docs were older than her. Tanya didn’t dislike the sexual attention from her students. It kept them in the class away from their video games and drunken brawls.

Sexystories – Hotel me ek ladke se apni choot ka bhookh mitwai

Sucheta’s arrival had sparked an old interest in Tanya. They often played basketball on the weekends. Except the two of them, the rest were all boys. This is hardly unexpected: nerdy athletic girls are like super rare. Especially in India, where girls are supposed to choose marriage over career and singing to sports.
Tanya enjoyed playing against boys double her weight, though she knew most of the faculty disapproved of her. But the adrenaline rush of dunking the ball while surrounded by a gang of jocks had a lure she couldn’t let go. She didn’t mind the bumping of sweaty bodies at all. Unlike public transport, on the field nobody pawed her perversely.

As she wiped her bottom, she giggled at the memory of the dream. She longed for the feel of freshly spanked bottom, the taste of tears rolling down her cheeks. Introduced to spanking as a punishment in childhood, she has developed a sexual taste for it. It ran in the family. She was natural at switching, her submissive self and dominant role never too far from each other. Jimmy was however not very natural to be bottom, he preferred to remain the top.

She had dreamed of being spanked. Spanked with belt and then caned. Naked, bent over the table, by one of her students. No, not Sucheta. Sucheta was beside her, suffering the same fate. Two confident young women, stripped naked and spanked. It was Bishnu who did it.

Bishnu was a quirky boy. Overweight, spectacled and introvert, he had a wit that made him most endearing. And intelligent too; as a computer science student, nuclear physics wasn’t actually his domain nor necessary in his core curriculum, but he often had deep insights that’s unexpected of the level of the course. And to Tanya’s amazement, Sucheta had started dating Bishnu.

It was a funny story how Tanya started liking Bishnu. It was the third lecture and Tanya noticed this overweight boy with unkempt beard leering at her breasts. She was infuriated, she pulled him up and asked, ‘Is there something on my t-shirt that requires attention?’ sarcasm thick in her voice. “Yes Ma’am. Yogurt” the reply was most unexpected. She looked down and found yogurt splattered right where her nipples were. She cursed the aim of her 2year old boy. Unable to back down, she had to walk up to the boy, “I guess you would like help me clean it.” Again he acted in the most unexpected manner. He took out his handkerchief and softly wiped off the yogurt without the touch being inappropriate in the least.

But in the dream, Bishnu had touched her in the most inappropriate manner. Sucheta and Tanya were standing naked in front of Bishnu. He was twisting their nipples. Then he pushed Sucheta down to suck him while pulling Tanya close for a kiss. Their tongues fenced inside their conjoined mouths, while Sucheta swirled her tongue around the head of Bishnu’s dick. His hands cupped her ample breasts, slightly squeezing them. A shiver ran down her spine. Then she realized her bottom felt warm. Ooh… Bishnu had spanked her. His thick leather belt lay on the ground.

How did they end up like that, Tanya tried to remember. She and Sucheta had decided to go out for some drinks. Sucheta had just turned 18 and wanted to celebrate her new found freedom. Drunk, they crashed at Tanya’s flat. The two women got frisky with each other and soon their naked bodies were grinding against each other. Tanya still didn’t understand her bisexuality.

Phones should have a sensor for drunk calling, Tanya mused. Drunk Sucheta had called Bishop and described in choicest words how Tanya’s tongue had done a better job than his cock. It didn’t take long for the guy to turn up at Tanya’s place. He was greeted at the door by his naked girlfriend and naked professor. Tanya told him that she was disappointed it was him and not her husband. She slurred that if it was her husband, the two of them would have been bent over the table and their bottoms roasted with a belt.
Tanya and Jimmy had shot amateur porns during college to fund her fees. They were a classic as far as Indian spanking porns are concerned.

It didn’t take Bishnu long to realize what his teacher wanted from him. He complied with the request and ordered them both to stand in different corners, legs spread apart shoulder length, hands on top of head, breasts jutting out. Tanya smiled as she recognized the pose her family had introduced to Indian pornography. But Sucheta was new to it, and the extremely exhibitory nature of the pose made her blush.

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I did diploma in AC repair, work hard with small company in Chandigarh for 5 years. Fortunately I got my first overseas job in Riyadh as a AC plant echnician, I moved there immediately with dreams of money and better life. Moreover I work very hard there , send lots of money for my mother and family.

My mother was very happy, save lots of money , later we bought new big house, everything was smooth and even.

One day my mother did video call and inform me that she have select a very beautiful girl to marry me , after all I am 28 year old, she also send me picture of Ruchi my future wife on whatsup. I was very excited for my marriage as in Riyadh I don’t have any option to satisfy my sexual needs rather than masturbation.

My mother informed me that next time whenever I would come for vacation , I will get married.

Immediately I had applied for three months month in my company which will start after 6 months. My boss sign my application and congratulate me for my future wedding. I did also inform my mother about my vacation date plan so she can arrange my marriage.
After six month I went to India and got married with Ruchi.

My wife was a shy sex bomb, gorgeous 25 year old with milky white skin. Her face look like Kiara Advani in Bollywood movies,Ruchi have 36” perfect perky breast with slim waist and apple shape ass you die for. She was 5.6 inch tall with long shaped legs and frame, very cute and smiley face , pouty lips with long hair make her sexy like princess.

I don’t believe my luck on my wedding night. Her body naturally smell like rose flower, she also have very beautiful hands with long polished nails and I believe even a dead man dick pop up if my wife play with sleeping one. She was virgin very shy on our first night. I insert my 5” dick in her virgin pussy on wedding night and break her hymen with lots of blood.

I was on vacation, we fuck like crazy after marriage. For one month I fuck her in every position on our marital bed. She is a shy tigress who start sex with shyness but will end with lots of orgasm and shouting.

Unfortunately for me it was the shortage of staff in my Riyadh based company, I received a call from my supervisor to get back on work immediately and stop my vacation in between. I was very upset and do not want to leave my new bride alone. When my wife heard this news she start crying and told me to take her with me. I gave her fake assurance that once I get there I will apply visa for her also and she will be soon with me in Riyadh.

I did packed up everything, ready for my work in Riyadh next day and leave behind my sexy wife alone with my mother in India. After I landed I go directly to my work as there was some technical emergency in the AC plant. I finished in night , feeling very exhausted because of 6 hour journey and 5 hour work .

I go in my room and surprise by very bad smell of sweating and fish curry cooking. There was one more bed beside the wall and a guy was sleeping snoring hard. Actually my company have assign me big room with small kitchen to live near to my AC plant. I was very tired and not in the mood to talk with anyone , sleep right away.

Next day I woke up 10:00 pm as it was Sunday so I have decided to take rest. The guy came out from shower only in towel around his ass. He introduce himself. “HI I am Kuttan from south India , your room partner as all the company rooms are occupied the supervisor told me to share room with you”..

Kuttan was 45 year old black South Indian male with tummy pop out 100kg weight and lots of hair on his body, specially on back and thighs. He cook lots of fish at kitchen, fucked up room scent all the time, sweating heavily in the Riyadh hot all day and always smell very bad in room. I complaint about it to my supervisor but he refuse to change my room as all rooms were occupied by other employees. Eventually I give up and start sharing room with him peacefully.

Ruchi and I was separated since a week, connected with Skype and whatsup. I start feeling horny and always request her to video chat with me nude with masturbation ending. My wife was very shy going nude on webcam initially but eventually in our video chat I pump my dick on webcam with my wife displaying her boobs and pussy.

Kuttan work in night time as a technician in the same AC plant so I was always alone doing sex video chat with my wife almost every night. Things were going smooth and one day Kuttan announce that he also get the day shift, I fucked up with this news and start thinking how will I do sex nude video chat with my wife now. I told my wife to stop doing video chat in night for few days as I want to observe Kuttan and its timings to sleep. One day fter finishing job together in the plant we returned back to the room at the same time, he was sweating and smelling like hell.

Kuttan : Hey lucky we are now having same timing of work and off, why not today we bought some beers as its hot outside.

Me : Ok kuttan , that;s a good idea

Usually I don’t drink but if I have company then I don’t refuse also. We bought some beers and get back to our room, as we start drinking with snacks, after around 4-5 beers Kuttan was intoxicated high and told me that he want to take bath before sleep. He start removing all his clothes in front of me and was fully nude in a minute.

I was drunk also but surprised to see his boldness. Oh my god I was shocked to see his manhood dangling down between both legs and nest of hair around, it must be 7″ long without erect , black like coal and dangling like snake. I said “WOW Kuttan you have very big and nice tool” . Kuttan say but no use buddy as I am without any pussy since 3 year, you know that in Riyadh prostitution is not allowed and my wife is far away in south India, I can only satisfy myself by porn and hand LOL. He went to the bathroom for bath, came out after an hour , fully drunk and completely nude. After him I also go to take bath before sleep , when I came out I was shocked to see he was sitting on computer table and doing masturbation with his hand by watching video’s on pornhub.

His dick was rock hard in his hands throbbing crazy, 10 inches black like cobra doing hiss on porn video’s. I was shocked to see his tool shape like black Cobra uncircumcised. Right in front of my eyes he shoot lots of cum on the floor.

Kuttan : Oh lucky I am so sorry but u know I am without woman since 3 year and masturbate at least once or twice a week to release my heat.
Me: Its okey buddy but clean it before you sleep.

He cleaned up and sleep after few moments.. That was the first night I start having cuckold fantasies. Although I have read lots of cuckold stories but never imagine anything regarding my wife or myself. But tonight I was shocked by my own thoughts like how it will look like if Kuttan black cobra will invade my wife pussy, Can Ruchi tight pussy will handle his big black cock and amount of sperm his balls release.

I start rubbing my 5″ cock and imagine the situation of Kuttan black heavy ass bouncing on my wife milky white soft ass underneath., how it will be like Kuttan black skin jumping rubbing scratching on my wife milky white skin. In all this imaginations i also shoot my load, cleanup and sleep.

Next day we woke up to start our work, even though Kuttan was not drunk in the morning but roaming around the house nude without any shame and embarrassment. Kuttan say Oh buddy Lucky please don’t mind, we have nudeness in my tradition as I live in south India hot weather. I personally hate the way this nude beast roaming around nude in my room, with smelly sweating body , full of hair like bear. However my cuckold feelings start initiating again like how Ruchi beautiful long nails will scratch Kuttan hairy back when she cum on his big snake like dick.

Everyday after finishing work Kuttan drink 3-4 beers at home , make himself nude, take bath to remove smell from his body and end up masturbation with pornhub. After his sleep I also called my wife , do video sex chat however I release my cum with cuckold fantasies between Kuttan and my wife. Day by day my fantasies start evolving I start like how shamelessly I am thinking a sexual picture between my own wife with another guy who is 20 year older then her. Kuttan was father of four healthy kids but as the wife is away he seems always horny and passionless,

I have believe if he found some girl like my wife he may fuck her whole night without even stop. One day after beer and masturbation, exhausted Kuttan was sleeping nude and his big black dick was resting on his left thigh as it was hot his sheet was below his knees. I was doing sex video chat with Ruchi , she was so horny slapping her pussy with her hand craving for my dick, I was also showing and rubbing my dick on webcam. Ruchi was very shy even I am his husband but she do not openly use word like pussy dick or fuck.

Ruchi : oh darling lucky I m dying without u. My chuchu need your stick.

She was slapping and rubbing her open pussy on webcam and was ready to cum. Right inform of my eyes Kuttan black cobra was also resting on his thigh. Suddenly cuckold feelings start building up in my mind . I said to my wife Hey Ruchi wait I wanna show u something. I slowly stand up from my bed and gradually move toward Kuttan, flip my camera to back and display Kuttan black dick to my wife. My wife shocked and asked me OHHHH Lucky what is this. I said darling this is an unsatisfied dick like me in Riyadh.

Ruchi : Hey Rabba How can be a stick can be big and black like snake.

Me : Darling Kuttan is an special human , he is like a smelly beast. I start showing his black hairy body on webcam to my nude masturbating wife. My wife pussy cum right away after watching his dick and body. I also shoot my load also Both of us disconnect and sleep.

Next day on video chatting my wife regret and ashamed of the sinful act she did last night. She was nude talking with me on video chat.

Ruchi : Hey Lucky I am your wife, please do not show me body of the other man, its a big sin, I don’t want to do it again please.

Me : Don’t be shy darling, its okey , see how again this man is lying on the bed nude..

I start my phone camera again to the sleeping figure of my roommate. He was snoring hard fully nude sleeping with dick outside. I took some pictures of his black cobra and sent it to my wife on whatsup.

Ruchi : Hey Ram how can his wife take this manhood inside.

Me : Darling I have read in books that woman pussy have very flexible and delicate power. If Kuttan will fuck your pussy, definitely have pain initially but Once this big dick reside completely in your pussy for few minutes your pleasure is 10 times higher compare to my dick. Ha ha ha
Ruchi : Shut up and mind your language. I am not a slut.

Me : Ruchi my darling.. I have a request to you.

Ruchi : What ?

Me : Please do not say NO ..

Ruchi : But what is your request..

Me : You know.. Kuttan have not did sex since 3 year, His wife is away in south india and do not know how to operate video chat and other stuff. All night he spend 1 hour watching porn and masturbate.

Ruchi : Then what can I do ?

Me: Can you do a nude video chat session with him on webcam once without voice.

Ruchi : WHAT.. R U MAD LUCKY.. No way I will not show my body to anybody rather than you.

Me : Please honey.. its an request. I don’t know why but some feelings of sharing your body with some other male is evolving in my thoughts..
Then I show my hard dick to my wife who other side was also nude and masturbating. She cum right away.. and disconnect the video chat session..

Next day after Kuttan got sleep I again video call my wife and insisting her to do nude session with Kuttan, but she keep refusing ,, My birthday was coming on next week … My cuckold feelings was high, I want to see how this beast will react after watching my wife 36 full boobs and tight clean shave pussy on the other side.

Me : Hey darling my birthday is on next Saturday , so what gift r u planning to give me?

Ruchi : Whatever you like honey.. I am yours, I can come to your room for LOL.

Me : No darling if you come to my room, u know I am not alone,, and I believe Kuttan will fuck you first ha ha ha.

Ruchi : Oh ho again the same thing , Please stop your cuckold feelings..

Me : Darling feelings cannot be controlled. Please can you give my birthday present as nude video chat session with my roommate ?

Ruchi : OH ho since last 20 days you are repeating the same thing.. OK I will do it for you.. but only one time OK..

Me: Thanks you very much my darling….I love you…

Ruchi : But how will you go with it without divulge our identities.

Me : Don’t worry darling, I will tell him that I pay online for nude video chat session and the girl on other side is hooker.

Ruchi : then its okey… but from now 5 days left.. I will not come on video chat session with you after today. Its your punishment.. I show my body directly to your roommate as your birthday gift…After this conversation we did masturbate and sleep..

Next morning I woke up with different excitement and ecstasy, my dick was hard about thinking how both will react by watching each other nude on cam . I told Kuttan that its my birthday on this Saturday and I have already paid online money to one website where a girl will come and remove clothes and masturbate according to our direction. He was excited to know that he will also be a part of nude cam session..

On Saturday after finishing work we buy lots of beer and cake to celebrate my birthday.. We come to the room cut the cake and start drinking beer.. Suddenly my phone beep. I check its Ruchi message “ I will be on cam session right at 10:00 pm be ready with your guest.. “” I was so exited and nervous also..I switch on my laptop, open Skype to check if everything is ready .

Kuttan drink lots of beer, he removed all his clothes and sit right in front of the laptop, put headphone for voice first I said.. Hey Kuttan,, its my birthday Please let me start,, Kuttan say no I will start session with the girl… Anyway I always want him to start with my wife..

Right after 10:00 pm my laptop start ringing for video chat… I accept for session, found that my wife choose our guest room for this event.. Camera got open, I can see guest double bed behind and a chair in the front of table where her laptop is on.. Then her sweet sexy voice come on speaker HELLO GUYS R U READY..

Mere Naukar ne Mujhe Choda Antervasna

Kuttan : Yes we are.. See I am already nude.

Ruchi come on the screen, wearing a pink satin nighty, her cute face was glowing with full of makeup with pink lipstick, long hair open and smile on lips.. Her shapely beautiful body looking gorgeous in her dress. She was looking nervous and embarrassed.

Kuttan got really excited and mad , starting rubbing his big dick in his hands.. I said wait buddy,,She has just started..

Kuttan : Can I kiss you babe..

Ruchi : Yes darling you are my mate today…

I was shocked to hear darling from my wife for another man.. They both started kissing on the webcam to each other ,, her pink lips seems very delicate and special on other side Kuttan black and big lips also kissing her on cam.. Muah Muah .. I start imagine If my wife lips sucked by this beast he may suck them hard or even her delicate lips start bleeding..

Kuttan : Hey what is your name ?

Ruchi : Hey I am Ruchi… and your ?

Kuttan : I am Kuttan and my friend is Lucky..

I was surprise, how can she let him know her real name,, anyway.. lets see what happened next.

Kuttan : Can you remove your night dress Please..

Ruchi : OK honey..

She stood up right infront of the webcam and gradually start removing her nighty.. As she start lifting her nighty in standing position.. Her beautiful white thighs come into the view first.. then her black thong panties…. and finally her black bra.. Wow Kuttan start beating black dick,, I also took out my dick and start rubbing gradually in my finger.. It was the first time I display my small dick to Kuttan.. He start laughing .. ha ha ha.. he say.. Lucky you don’t have dick its peanut.. ha ha ha.

He start humiliating me with my wife on cam..

My wife sit down on the chair again and start rubbing her breast above her bra..

Kuttan : Ruchi remove your bra,, Please hurry hurry.. I am so excited.

Ruchi stand up again and obliged.. her hands go behind his back and with sudden push bra was on the floor and her 36” full boobs with brown nipples come on to the screen.. WOW Kuttan praise them with ecstasy.. Kuttan start making sucking pose by his mouth and hands and pretending to grab my wife full boobs on cam , sucking those brown erect nipples… Ruchi also pressing kneading rubbing her nipples by hands and getting aroused.. I was also so excited as my dick was on fire can shoot anytime..

Kuttan : Please remove you panties and show us your pussy..

Ruchi : OK but as per the limit only one person can order me to remove my panties and will do the full nude session.. and I have decided that I will compare both of your dicks on webcam first, whoever have big one will get view of my pussy and continue the session , the looser will masturbate in the washroom.

This was very excited and humiliating for me as I know my place is in washroom now. Kuttan start laughing, stand up and shout “Hey lucky come here and put your peanut on the table”.. I did and he also put his black 10inches cobra just beside mine. He moved camera to the position and asked ,, Hey darling now you decide who is the winner…

Ruchi : Kuttan is the winner… now Lucky you go to washroom , cool down yourself and I will continue session with big one..

I feel very embarrassed and ashamed, Kuttan push me toward washroom, I go in and sit down on the toilet.. After 10 minute I came out to see that my wife laying down fully nude on the guestroom bed with wide open legs, her pussy is on display with few public hair on top and Kuttan slapping his big tool on the table..

Kuttan was shouting in ecstasy “”HAO HO HAO AAH AAH AAH darling if I would be there on bed.. I will tear your pussy apart””.. My wife milky white body was fully on display, she was bouncing her ass for clear and more picture and was rubbing slapping fingering her pussy on webcam for Kuttan. He request my wife for closeup on pussy..

She did very close by zooming option and now I can see Ruchi fully open pink tight bald pussy is leaking lots of water.. Her long fingers go in out of her love hole,, sometime she slap hard on pussy and sometime she open her clit and show him her pink… Suddenly I disturb by Kuttan grumble AAAAH AAAH AAH WOW WOW fuck this pussy as he shoot lots of cum on table.. right after him she also start groaning and cool down..

I was with mix of excitement jealously and cuckold feeling shoot my load on the same table…

After that my wife disconnect and we sleep..

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Angry cock in a wet mouth of a willing submissive slut is always nasty. It becomes even more special, when she is kneeling in a dusty car parking, with knees 1.5 feet apart. While my SUV provided a good cover in this somewhat dark corner of parking, risk of being seen was there.
But my cum-hungry slut was keen and eager to serve. I couldn’t have imagined this even a few days back that this 22 year old car pooling partner could be so useful.
Till a few days back, for me Usha was only a car pool pal, who works as Middle Office Analyst in a bank of the same building. My legal firm, that I joined as a Partner only a few weeks back, is also in the same building. I moved to Mumbai alone, as my family was still settled in Delhi.
In Mumbai, traffic is so bad that 12 miles travel to my service apartment may take up to 2 hours and hence, car pool with a girl is always a welcome choice. And, Usha came across as a sweet girl, who was good to talk to.
We talked about films, series, colleges, politics. In her presence, I felt younger than my 40 years. But that was destined to change, and for good.
One day, as we were waiting at a signal to turn green, she spotted a friend in the adjacent car and jumped out to greet her, leaving her mobile on her seat.
Her mobile screen was unlocked and bright, with a Literotica story ‘Young cum-slut to serve Master’ open for me to see. I scrolled down and to my pleasant surprise, it was indeed a story of Master-slave.
“Is Usha a closet sub?” I wondered because I always thought of her a sweet and innocent chubby girl.
By the time she came back, her mobile screen had auto-locked. However, as soon as she opened her mobile, that story was still on top. She looked at me worriedly but remained calm.
At this juncture, more with the intention to tease her than anything else, I chuckled, “Reading an interesting story, aren’t you?” And she turned red.
I laughed slightly and said, “It’s alright, Usha. As an adult you are entitled to have your fantasies and there is absolutely nothing wrong in being submissive. There are more subs and doms, around you than you may imagine.”
Despite this assurance, her embarrassment was visible and she continued looking downward. Seeing this, an idea took shape in my mind and I decided to try my luck, with this chubby and cute chick.
I hardened my voice and spoke in an authoritative tone, “What’s your age, Usha?”
As I turned my head towards her, she looked into my eyes only for a second and looked away immediately. She knew this was the moment to decide, whether she is going back to being a closet sub or explore real. Then, as if taking a resolution, she answered in almost inaudible voice, “22.”
“22, and so reckless that your secret is out in open, that too to an experienced Dom.” I gave her 2 seconds to grasp what I said and then continued, “Shouldn’t you be punished, Usha?”
“Yes.” Her response was faster and firmer this time.
“Undo top two buttons of your shirt.” I said.
She was shocked at sudden instruction, but recovered and tentatively moved her hands to the buttons and slowly undid them. She kept looking down, all this while. I could see confusion, yet satisfaction on her face.
As her stop was only a few minutes away, I gave her final instruction, “If you really want to serve a Master, you must prove it. Else I’ll think, you aren’t serious. You must wear a skirt tomorrow. Is that clear, Usha? You may wear your undergarment for now, though.”
She nodded and then looked at me, only briefly. I continued, “A good slut should give the most unrestricted access of her all holes and body to her Master. Right, Usha?” She barely nodded this time.
Then as I stopped car at her stop, I asked “Is that cunt of yours, which now belongs to me, wet?” She responded immediately, “Yes.”
I told her, “Good, but you may not cum without my explicit permission.” She nodded this time and kept sitting as if waiting for my permission to leave.
Realizing this, I asked her to collect her bag and leave. She gradually opened the door, thanked me and walked away as I moved my car.
Within a minute, my mobile beeped. I had a message from her.
“Thank you, Sir.”
This was true submission of my pet and deep desire for giving herself away.
I drove to my service apartment and decided to read a couple of Literotica stories. I masturbated thinking of my wannabe chubby 22 years old slave.
Next morning, as I was getting ready for work, I received a photo message from Usha. She wore a shirt, that had buttons in front and a skirt that reached 8 inches above ankles. In her middle office bank job, they weren’t too particular about formal dressing.
I only responded “Meet me at your stop in 20 minutes. Any delay will lead to punishment.” Her response was immediate, “Yes Sir.”
As I saw her from a distance, she looked different today. While she generally wore only baggy jeans or trousers, which made her look chubby, today’s attire was hugging her full figure. Her face had an innocence and with better dressing today, she could certainly make many girls in her office jealous today.
As I stopped next to her, she got into passenger seat. It’s then I noticed that for the first time, she was wearing some make up today.
She looked at me briefly and smiled. Starting the car, I complimented her, “You are looking beautiful. You have pleased me with your efforts, my girl.”
She was elated and like a bubbly girl, exclaimed, “Thank you, thank you.” And then realizing her little outburst, she corrected to, “Thanks a lot, Sir.”
It was abundantly clear that she was eager to show her submission and desire to have a Master.
At a signal, I kept my hand on her shoulder and then massaged her neck with tenderness, she deserved. She closed her eyes.
I asked, “You want a Master, don’t you, Usha?” She nodded profusely but spoke almost inaudibly, “Yes, Sir, Please.”
At this, I asked, “Ok then, keep your eyes close and lift your skirt slowly so that half of your thighs are visible to me.” She immediately started lifting her skirt in a slow motion so that her actions were not visible to others in the traffic, unless they are standing next to my SUV and watching inside.
As I started driving, I kept my hand on her bare knee and started moving upward.
To demonstrate my power over her, I said, “Tell me pet, do I need your permission to touch any part of your body?”
She said, “No, Sir, I and my entire body now belong to you.”
To reward her for this, I patted her inner thigh and massaged soft skin, only inches away from her warm cunt. She parted her legs immediately and gave full access.
However, what she said next, made me stop. “Sir, this is my first time.” Was all she said.
Hearing this, I took away my hand and navigated car to the side to stop.
Confused, she got paranoid and said “Sir, have I said something wrong?” As I was still stopping the car, I didn’t respond.
No response from me perturbed her even more and she begged, “Sir, I may be inexperienced but I know what I want and I know for sure, I want you to make me your pet. Please Sir.”
I smiled and assured her, bringing her closer and taking her in half embrace, as much as possible in a vehicle. I assured, “Don’t worry, my pet. I want to make your first time more memorable than a quickie in moving car or an office parking.”
Sighing gently, she said, “Sir, thank you. But you don’t have to do that for me. I know, I look average and you don’t have to pamper me, Sir.” I patted her head.
Though I was moved because she was sweet, still as a Master, I didn’t want her to feel too confident. So I simply told her “Now, you belong to me and for me your submission is your most important feature. Is that clear, Usha?” She nodded immediately.
I asked her to take leave from work and also called my office to tell that I won’t be coming. I told her, we were going to a resort to celebrate her first time and also as she becomes my girl. Her smile was well worth the effort.
During one hour journey, I sought all information about her. She lived in a 2 BHK apartment along with her mother. Her father had left them for a younger and successful woman, when she was 14. While he funded her education, money from her mother’s clerical back office job was never sufficient to allow her a lavish life.
Her father was now settled abroad. She never forgave him, but always missed a man’s presence in life. As she wasn’t very pretty and had little money to splurge, she never got much attention from boys.
As a teen-age girl, she also wanted to study hard to be able to earn a decent livelihood. Hence, she focused only on studies till she got a decent job.
Her apartment is in mother’s name and is in an old 3 storey building with very few occupants left.
After knowing about her life and circumstances, I assured her that I’m there for her as long as she is an obedient girl.
As we reached the resort, it had little occupancy on a weekday. Hence, it was easy for us to get a secluded cottage in a corner.
The cottage was surrounded by its own fence. As we walked into the cottage, we saw it had a large hall, a bedroom, kitchenette and a small pool in the backyard. The area was well covered with trees.
As I looked around assessing the place, waiter was sensible enough to inform that hotel and staff understand the purpose of guests’ visits. Hence, they never disturbed unless summoned. They are discreet and assure full privacy.
We were in the Hall, when he left with a good tip. As he closed the door, Usha faced me with eyes downcast.
I lift her chin so that she looked into my eyes. I asked, “Are you ready to serve your Master, pet?”
She nodded immediately and excitedly, “Yes, Sir.”
I told her, “Close your eyes, Usha.” She complied.
Standing behind her, my hand slowly reached her ass and she moaned inaudibly. Then my hand reached inside her shirt, rubbing her back and traveling to her chubby tummy. I taunted, “Aren’t you a bit too fat for your Master, pig?”
Humiliation on her face was evident as she said, “I’m sorry, Sir. Please.” And felt wordless.
I slowly made her lean forward so that her hands held sofa and ass was in the air. Both of us were still fully clothed.
“Do you realize, my pet, how much efforts your Master is putting to make your first sex experience memorable? Specially when you are not the most beautiful girl in the town.” I humiliated her further.
She let out another moan. I asked “How do you plan to repay your Master, bitch?” And spanked on her ass.
She let out a cry and thanked me, “Thank you Master and punish me more for being a pathetic slave.” It was clear while she lacked real experience, she was into her role, thanks to Literotica.
“And what you lack in beauty, you will compensate with complete servitude. Won’t you?” I added with another spank, harder this time.
“Thank you, Master. I’ll do anything and everything, you ask me. I’ll be your pet, pig, bitch, slave everything.” She said through her wet eyes.
“So whimper like a bitch then.” I ordered with another harder spank and she purred. She let out a whimper and then barked. I slowly lifted her skirt and rubbed inner side of thighs.
It was clear that she was a bitch in heat and prayed, “Please Master, fuck your nasty slave. Please Master, let me cum.”
I chuckled as I demeaned her again, “We haven’t yet started bitch and you want to cum already. Aren’t you a desperate bitch?”
“Yes Master, I am. But today, I am overjoyed that I’m with my Master. I have never been so horny.” She announced and then purred, “Please Master, fuck me once.”
At this, I touched her crotch over clothes and rubbed for a few seconds. As her moans intensified, I slowly started playing with her boobs over the shirt.
Finally with a hand on her butts and other hand on face with 3 fingers in her mouth, I sat on the sofa and lowered her body to the floor so that her face was now resting on my thigh.
She was now sitting on the floor with my one foot between her legs and patting on her head. I cajoled her, “Are you loving it, my pet?” She nodded.
I then, put my index & middle fingers in her wet mouth and she immediately started licking them as if her life depended on this.
My leg then moved to her cunt and I started to rub my ankle on her cunt through her skirt. She was now panting openly and held my knee.
“Slut, you can’t cum just by the rub of my ankle.” I insulted her. I also put my fingers deep into her mouth and assaulted it.
Then I took her mouth to my foot and left it there. I ordered, “Hold my ankle with both hands and lick my foot till I stop. Any doubts, my dirty dog?” In response she started licking my foot profusely.
After this, I lifted her waist from the floor so that she came on her knees and toes so that her boobs were also on the floor. Now like a true bitch in heat, she was licking my foot, while her ass was in the air, accessible for me to play as I wish.
To ensure even better access, I widened her knees by keeping my other foot between her knees, on the floor. Her submission was so deep that she never let go my foot or stopped licking.
First I lifted her skirt and played with her panties clad ass, which was soft and juicy. Being plump has its benefits.
I smacked her ass over the clothes. That made her whimper but she resumed licking immediately.
After spanking her mildly for a few minutes, while rubbing her inner thighs in between, I lowered her panties to mid thighs. At this, she increased the pace of licking. She was also panting clearly and without any shame.
I ordered, “Leave my foot, my dear slave and kneel in front of me.” She was shocked at sudden instruction, still lifted herself tentatively and faced me.
“So Usha, this is what you are. A slut, keen to get fucked. Let’s hear it from you. Tell me What are you? Be imaginative.” As I said this, cupping her boobs and squeezing them with tender care, she gasped.
After a few seconds, she started, “I’m your keen slut Master, for use as you wish. I’ll be a dog to crawl around the house. I’ll suck and worship your precious cock. I’ll lick your sole to show my ultimate devotion. I want you to take my entire belongings and liberate me to just serve you, Master.”
Earnestness in her voice was clear as she looked into my eyes briefly, to show that she indeed means it.
As her speech pleased me, I patted her cheeks, lowered my face to lick and kiss her neck. I rubbed my face on her cheeks and neck, licking and biting her gently all over.
Meanwhile, I slowly raised her shirt and held her boobs over bra, mauling them. I also pinched her nipples to inflict pain.
I uncovered her boobs from her bra, without unhooking it from back and finally, took off her shirt.
She closed her eyes in anticipation but licked my fingers readily as I gave them to her. My other hand was still playing with her erect nipples and ripe boobs.
“Go back to licking my other foot, with knees apart and boobs on the floor.” I told her and she followed immediately. Her panties were still stuck at mid thighs. I uncovered her ass by turning the skirt waist up and played with her leaky cunt.
She was moaning openly now, while licking the foot. As I unhooked and then unzipped her skirt, she held my foot even more tightly.
“Stop licking, pet and crawl out of the skirt.” I ordered. She immediately started crawling and as I held skirt with my foot, she was only in her bra and panties.
A bra, that was no more covering her tits and panties, that was no more covering her cunt or ass.
She on her four with eyes downcast, was a sight to devour.
“Usha, you are my plump cow. With ripe boobs and fat ass, your whole body is designed to serve deserving man so that someone like me could use it.” As I said that she hung her head in shame.
“From now on, whenever you crawl like a cow that you are, you will keep your boobs close to ground and ass up.” I said.
She immediately assumed the position and started crawling as I asked, “Crawl behind me, like a bitch that you are.”
As she crawled, following me to the bedroom, I removed my clothes and by the time, we reached to the bed, only boxer was left.
Due to all this action, my cock was erect. She hungrily looked at the bulge of my boxer and was salivating.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I made her sit between my legs with one leg wrapping around her back and other one between her boobs. This milky plump bitch was bound by my legs and at my mercy. The thought of fucking her, was making me crazy.
“Take my cock in your mouth through the boxer.” I instructed and while she struggled initially, she was able to take top of it.
“Slut, is it going to be the first cock in your virgin mouth?” I asked. She responded, “Yes Master, please let me remove the boxer so that your pig may serve you better. Please Master.”
Hearing her plead, I chuckled and said, “As this is your first time, I’ll not tease you for now. So go ahead.”
She was so desperate and hungry that she immediately lowered my boxer and while it reached to only my mid thighs, top of my cock was already in her wet mouth.
She was hungrily trying to take it further inside her mouth but it was clear that she was inexperienced.
I asked her to keep my cock on her tongue and circle it with her lips. She complied and I felt sensations of pleasure. “You are a nasty slut, Usha.” I barked and added, “This is a test of your need to have a Master, pig. So do well, you nasty slut.”
She started sucking hard giving her best. As I felt getting closer, I asked her to stop sucking and get up. She was confused but got up.
I whispered into her ear, “Usha, you are a sweetheart and your Master is indeed proud of you.”
She looked up, as if thanking through her eyes. I held her head and pulled her even closer kissing her cheeks and neck.
Then I ushered her into the bed and cuddled her as lovers, hugging her tightly.
I whispered again, “Usha, being slave aside, I deeply care for you and want your first sex to be special. I’m not only your Master but protector also.”
She was elated so I continued with a wink, “Go, wash your mouth so that I won’t be tasting my own cock juices when kiss you.” She chuckled and ran to bathroom.
After wearing condom, I called her, “Come back here my dear, not as a slave but as a sweetheart.” She walked in with her bra and panties properly dressed.
“My little soft and plump treasure, come here.” I remarked with love and she walked into my embrace. We deeply kissed each other for a few minutes and I started playing with her breasts and nipples.
Kissing her neck, I lowered her panties and bit her softly on her cleavage, boobs and neck, making her let out loud moans.
Lubricating my member, I slowly entered into her virgin hole. Being her first time, it was difficult. She was restless but being a submissive, she didn’t stop me. With shower of kisses, I fucked her with a few strokes, but then pulled out.

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“Nikhil…I think it’s the delivery guy,” said Ananya, as the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and received the package. I’d been eagerly awaiting this particular item. Opening it, I removed the sealed box from inside. It was a small pocket-sized vibrator that I’d ordered online for my wife.
“It’s so small and discreet! I like it,” she said, as I showed it to her.
“Can’t wait to use it on you.” I grinned.
“You may get your chance tonight, mister.”
Ananya and I have been married for two years now. I am 27 years old, working as an architect in Mumbai. Ananya is 25 and works as an interior designer. We met three years earlier through mutual friends and decided to get married after a year of courtship.
We’ve been truly blessed with a wonderful marital and sex life. We both love one another deeply and understand each other. Both of us have a healthy sexual appetite. We are open with each other about our sexual needs and strive to bring the utmost pleasure to one another.
There was one part of me, though, that she didn’t know about. I am obsessed with Incest. I always read incest stories and watched incest porn during masturbation. I also loved reading about incest in human history as was practiced in ancient times, long lost civilizations and royal families. It’s scandalous, forbidden and taboo nature titillates me to no end.
My obsession with incest had gradually led me to fantasize about my own mother. Those fantasies mostly involved me and mama pleasuring each other using our hands and mouth, while sometimes going all the way and making love. Of-course, making a move and trying to materialize my fantasy had been unthinkable for me.
I had kept my fantasies a secret from Ananya, even though she is quite open and adventurous about anything sexual. I wasn’t sure how she would react to incest. So, it was a surprise when one night, she mentioned it herself.
We were on the living room sofa, curled up in each other’s arms, watching a movie. There was a sensual scene going on, between a young man and a mature woman, which I was enjoying immensely.
“They look so similar. She is old enough to be his mother, don’t you think? It’s almost like incest.”
I feigned ignorance. “Incest? What’s that?”
“Sexual relationship between family members. Never heard of it?”
“Oh! People do something like that?”
“May be. Could be just a fantasy. For some, it may be a real.”
Her fingers closed around my erection which was poking through my shorts. She gave it a gentle squeeze and continued to watch the movie.
I was secretly thrilled that not only my wife knew about incest but also, didn’t seem to feel repulsed by it. I hatched a plan to know more about her views on the topic and maybe get her interested enough to share my fantasies with her.
Next evening, during dinner, I said, “You mentioned “incest” last night. I searched it on the internet today. There’s a whole lot of erotic stories and porn about it.”
“Oh! I had no idea.”
“I read few of them out of curiosity. Some were quite well written. We could read them tonight if you like.”
“Yeah, that sounds fun.”
Once we retired to the bedroom, I brought up the 4 stories I had saved on my phone. These were my all-time favorites. I had read them so many times that I had almost memorized each and every word. I wanted to see Ananya’s reactions to them. We went through the stories together, reading silently. Once in a while, she would appreciate some particularly well written sections while chuckling at the some of the ridiculous, over the top, ones.
Once we completed, she said, “Wow! Those were really erotic. What else did you find? I see all these stories mostly feature mothers and sons.”
“Yeah, there were others involving father-daughter and brother-sister. I didn’t get the time to go through them. I’ll send you the links to these sites; see if you can pick out some good ones.”
Over the next few days, Ananya and I read many incest stories on our own on the internet and sent the ones we liked to each other. I mostly picked out the stories featuring mothers and sons while her selections were more varied.
On Saturday night, I decided to take it further. “I found this old porn movie called Taboo. I read it was the first major adult movie with an incest story-line. It’s considered a classic.”
“Let’s watch it then.” Ananya sounded excited.
I started playing the movie on TV. She switched off the lights. We cuddled on the living room sofa as the movie progressed. I had of-course watched it many times before, so once again I wanted only to note her reactions.
At one point in the movie, she said, “I like how these female actors look like regular women with natural breasts and pubic hair. I hate how the modern porn stars look.”
During the iconic incest scene of the movie, she remarked, “That hesitation and reluctance from the mother was well done.”
Throughout the later part of the movie, I was aroused as I fondled Ananya’s breasts over her nightgown while she caressed my hard cock over my shorts. By the end of the movie, I was squirming for relief. Once the movie ended, she switched off the TV.
Removing my shorts, she gripped my cock and said, “My poor baby! Let mama take care of this for you. Now be a good boy and go sit on the stool.”
I was surprised by the sudden change in my wife but went with the flow. We have a favorite cushioned stool that we have used numerous times earlier during foreplay. I removed my T-shirt as well. Fully naked, I got comfortably seated on the stool with my legs spread out on either side. My cock was hard and pointed towards the ceiling.
Ananya quickly returned from the bedroom with a bottle of baby oil and poured a generous amount on my erection. Standing in front of me, she gripped my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with the other. She massaged and spread the slick baby oil throughout my groin.
She whispered seductively in my ears, “Mama will take care of you. Just relax and let mama pleasure you.”
As Ananya’s hands stroked my cock and fondled my balls, I relaxed, closed my eyes and fantasized about my mother. She moved beside me and stroked my cock faster up and down.
I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. “Oh mama! Yeah, just like that.”
“Yes baby, cum for mama! Shoot it all out!”
My cock exploded, shooting jets of semen across the floor. Ananya continued stroking me slowly until my ejaculation stopped. Even after that, my cock stayed mostly hard.
“Oh wow! Where did all that come from! I’ve never felt you that hard before or cum so much,” she said, a sense of wonder on her face. “And you’re still hard! Would you like mama to continue?”
I nodded, yes.
Ananya took off her nightgown and got naked. She spread out a yoga mat on the floor and asked me to lie down on my back. Sitting next to me, cross legged, she started caressing my semi-hard cock.
“That feels so good!” I sighed.
“Tell me baby, tell mama all your fantasies. Don’t be shy.”
I finally confessed to my wife about my incestuous fantasies.
“Then I had guessed it right.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Does it look like it bothers me?” She grinned, pointing towards my cock in her hands. “How did you start fantasizing about mama?”
“I’d accidentally found an erotica in my parents’ bedroom, shortly after my 18th birthday, while they were out of town. It was a collection of sexual fantasies and actual experiences of real individuals. There was one section of the book dedicated to incest which immediately fascinated me.
“One particular real-life account, in the book, had been from this guy, who had an incestuous relationship with his mother when he was young. It had started with his mother giving him regular handjobs at night to help him sleep better. It had then progressed to him getting in bed with her and pleasuring each other orally.”
My cock was now fully erect under Ananya’s expert fingers as I remembered those pages.
“That story became the foundation of my fantasies about mama. Many nights I would lay awake in bed, imagining her coming into my room and giving me a handjob to help me sleep.”
Ananya continued to stroke me slowly, focusing on the sensitive cock head and massaging my perineum.
“Faster,” I requested.
I moaned and groaned as Ananya’s hands sped up. My abs and butt started contracting as I inched closer. I saw stars as my second orgasm hit me hard. I didn’t ejaculate much but the climax was earth shattering. All spent, I relaxed back onto the yoga mat and closed my eyes, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss. Ananya gave a gentle squeeze to my cock and kissed me on the lips.
“Oh! That was awesome! Thanks honey!”
“I am so happy you confided your fantasies in me. It was beautiful.”
“Feels good to finally share it with you.”
Few days later, Ananya informed me that her brother, Ayush, would be visiting us during the weekend. Ayush is two years younger to her and lived with his parents in their country-side estate on the outskirts of Pune. Having recently completed his studies, he helped his father in their family business. He was a good lad and we got along really well.
Hearing about him, I smiled to myself. “You know, when I read some of the father-daughter and brother-sister stories you’d sent me, I fantasized you with your daddy or with Ayush.”
Ananya laughed. “You pervert!”
“Well, you know how my devilish mind works.”
“So, the thought of me having sex with another man excites you?”
“Not just any man. I can’t imagine you with anyone else. But daddy or Ayush…they’re family. And it’s just a fantasy after all.”
“Did you ever think of the possibility of having something like that with mama in real life?”
“I don’t know. It has always been this impossible fantasy for me.”
“But suppose you’d gotten some signs from her or she’d made the first move. Would you have gone for it?”
“I guess, yeah.”
Ayush arrived on Friday evening. The three of us had a fun dinner that night; lot of talks and laughter. Ayush retired to the guest room as I and Ananya got into our bedroom.
When we got into the bed, I wanted to try out something. I played with my wife’s pussy using the new pocket vibrator. She lay on the bed, squirming with pleasure as I rubbed the tiny vibrator across her labia.
She held me close and kissed my lips. “That feels so good. Give me a finger.”
I obliged by licking my middle finger and slowly wiggling it into her moist pussy. I gently fingered her while softly rubbing her clit with the vibrator. Her moans became louder.
“I wonder if Ayush can hear you. Would he get aroused listening to his sister’s moans?” I whispered into her ears.
I added my ring finger too in her pussy. She was soaking wet and my two fingers easily slid in. She clutched my shoulder tightly and I knew she was getting close.
I teased her again. “Imagine Ayush pulling out his hard, erect cock from his shorts and stroking it now, as he listens to your moans.”
I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy with the vibrator moving across her clitoral hood. “Would you like these to be replaced with Ayush’s fingers? Or better yet, with his hard pulsating cock?”
Ananya cried out and gripped my shoulder tightly as she climaxed. She shuddered as she rode her orgasmic wave. After few seconds her clit became too sensitive and she put her hand on mine indicating to stop. I switched off the vibrator but kept my fingers buried in her pussy which was quivering and flooded with her juices. She kissed my lips passionately as she came back to Earth.
My goal had been to find out if my wife would be aroused at the thought of her younger brother. Based on her physical reactions and the intensity of her orgasm, she definitely did. I also wondered, if I had succeeded in planting the seeds of incestuous fantasy in her mind, as we fell asleep.
Next evening, after dinner, Ananya and Ayush stayed in the living room, watching TV, while I got into bed. Sometime later, she came into the bedroom.
“Nikhil, I need to show you something.” She was acting strangely coy, trembling slightly and biting her lower lip. “Come to the guest room door after few minutes,” she said and left.
Around ten minutes later, I left the bedroom and walked across the dining hall towards the guest room, wondering what Ananya wanted to show me. The guest room door was slightly ajar. It was mostly dark inside, except for the faint light coming from the bedside lamp. I saw Ayush sitting on a chair with his back towards me. I could only see him from a rear three-quarter angle, his form mostly hidden in shadows. It looked to me as if he wasn’t wearing any clothes. His head was leaned back and his face pointed up towards the ceiling. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open and both his hands were lost in the shadows near his crotch. He was groaning quietly and seemed to be jacking off.
I paused. I was violating the lad’s privacy, so, started to quietly back away from the door. That’s when Ayush grunted, “Oh didi. Your mouth feels so good!”
It was followed by a cute little moan that I had heard multiple times in bed. I froze in place, wondering if I had heard that right. I heard the moan again; it was definitely Ananya. I moved closer to the door, almost touching it, and peered inside the room.
As my eyes adjusted to the faint light, I saw Ananya kneeling between Ayush’s legs, her hands on his thighs and her face lost in the shadows near his groin. She was mostly hidden from view. Ayush’s hands rested on her head, his fingers caressing her hair.
Realization hit me. My wife was giving her younger brother, a blowjob!
I withdrew from the door and leaned against the wall, my heart and mind racing. What was I seeing? My lovely wife getting physically intimate with her own brother? Did I get her so excited that she had decided to make a move for real?
My mind was full of questions, but my incestuous fantasies and curiosity took hold of me. I peered into the room again.
From the movements, it definitely seemed like Ananya was bobbing her head slowly up and down Ayush’s cock. Her hands roamed over his thighs and moved to his butt, squeezing them. Ayush let out another groan. I opened the fly of my shorts, pulled out my own erection and played with myself as I watched this erotic incestuous act in front of me.
Ananya straightened up and I could see her clearly in the faint light. Her nightgown was undone at the front. The upper and inner portions of her lovely breasts were tantalizingly displayed while the rest hidden in the folds of the fabric. Ayush leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, while his hands disappeared into her nightgown, no doubt fondling her breasts. She moaned again as she kissed her brother’s lips passionately.
Ayush leaned back on the chair once more as his sister’s hands fondled his cock and balls. She smiled at him and glanced then towards the door, catching me standing there with my hard cock in my hand. As our eyes met, I stopped caressing my cock and froze; unsure how to react. She arched her eyebrows and gave me a naughty smile. Her face disappeared again as she went back to sucking her brother’s cock.
My brother-in-law moaned and leaned his head back again in pleasure. I was well aware of the sensations he must be feeling. My wife loved to suck my cock during sex and her warm mouth and wet tongue are magical. Pre-cum oozed out of my cock.
“I am close,” said Ayush. He gripped arms of the chair tightly and spread his legs wider, tightening his thighs. Ananya bobbed her head up and down faster. With a loud grunt, my brother-in-law climaxed. My wife straightened up and came back into my view, her hands jacking off her brother’s cock as he started to cum.
The first spurt hit her chin with force and she jerked back, squealing in surprise. The next few spurts splashed across her neck and chest and started flowing down between her breasts. She continued milking her brother’s cock, staying with him throughout his explosive orgasm. His ejaculation finally reduced to a dribble. She gave his cock a final squeeze, extracting the few drops of seminal fluid oozing out. He collapsed on the chair.
“Holy shit!” Ananya exclaimed as she struggled to wipe off the cum, flowing down her body, with paper towels. She laughed and said, “Wow! Since when were you saving this?”
“Ten days,” Ayush replied, smiling.
Ananya smiled and shook her head in mock disbelief. “Idiot!” She got on her feet and playfully hit her brother’s head. “Now clean up this mess on the floor and the chair,” she said, ordering her younger brother. I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly they had moved from an extremely sexual setting back to being normal siblings.
I quietly went back to the bedroom, my hard cock pointing the way. Few minutes later, Ananya returned. Before I could say anything, she pulled my shorts off me urgently and pushed me on to the bed. Her nightgown hit the floor and she was on top of me in a flash.
“I need your cock in me now”. She was hungry for sex.
Taking my erection in her hand, she fed it into her pussy lips and lowered herself onto it. We both moaned as my cock easily slid into her wet pussy. She proceeded to ride me to both our orgasms. Once we climaxed, she collapsed on top of me with my cock still lodged in her.
As I opened my mouth to speak, she placed a finger on my lips and said, “I promise we’ll talk tomorrow. Let me just enjoy this moment for now.” She kissed me and went to sleep in my warm embrace.
Next morning, I woke up to the aroma of fresh coffee. I opened my eyes to see Ananya with two steaming mugs by the bedside. I accepted a mug from her as she sat next to me sipping hot coffee.
“Where’s Ayush?”
“He went out to meet his friends. Won’t be back till evening.”
“So… shall we talk about last night?”
“How much did you see?”
“The whole thing. Till the very end.”
She blushed. “You are not mad at me, are you?”
“Are you kidding? I absolutely loved it. It was beautiful. I am guessing this wasn’t the first time for you guys.”
She nodded.
I sat up with the coffee mug in hand. “Since when? How did it start?”
She was silent for few moments, staring out the window. “I am going to share my family’s biggest secret with you. It may sound outlandish, but please hear it with an open mind. You’ve seen the Ashoka tree at daddy’s estate, right?”
I nodded, yes. The majestic Ashoka tree, with its beautiful red flowers, was the center point of my father-in-law’s estate. It was revered in Ananya’s family and treated with reverence. The area surrounding the tree had been beautifully landscaped into a small garden. I loved to visit it whenever I visited my in-laws.
She continued, “There’s a divine presence within the tree, who my family secretly worships. She protects us from mis-fortune and brings us prosperity. As part of the worship ritual, we offer Her our incestuous love as obeisance, as did my ancestors.”
“What do you mean?”
Ananya looked into my eyes and said, “The ritual can only be performed by a parent and child. I and daddy; Ayush and mummy; we take turns to worship the divine spirit. And while doing so, we make love to each other.”
My eyes went wide with shock and disbelief. Here I was, secretly carrying on incest fantasies about my mother, and there was my wife with her whole incestuous family! Images of Ananya with my father-in-law, and Ayush with my mother-in-law, embraced in passionate love-making, swirled in my mind.
“Who is this divine spirit? I haven’t heard of any such deity or worship ritual in Hinduism.”

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Divya’s newfound assertiveness and her will to try and lead a decent traditional married life started serving her well. She had effectively neutralized the hold Jose had over her. The job did mean a lot to Jose, so after that time she destroyed his phone, he decided to abandon or at least suspend his plans to bed Divya again.
He taught her driving, without making any passes at her or even making an references to their brief fling. In a few days, our fast learner heroine felt confident enough to take the driving test and got her license easily. She was given one of the many sedans the family owned to use as hers. This meant Jose exited her day-to-day life.
On to the other fronts. Divya just avoided going to Patel’s grocery store altogether. When she was told to buy Indian groceries, she’d go to one of the many other Indian grocery stores that dotted the Dallas area.
Patel was so smug and self-confident in his easy seduction of Divya that he was sure she would come back and spread her legs for him again on her own. When a few days passed by and she didn’t turn up, he got a little worried. He had not taken her phone number, so there was no way to contact her. He knew where the family lived, but couldn’t think of a discreet way to contact her without raising questions. When a couple of weeks passed without Divya returning, he started getting antsy. And every time a woman walked into his store, he’d look up expectantly, hoping it was Divya.
Kelly sent some messages in the following days. But Divya just ignored and delete them right away. She finally set a screenlock password and always made sure to clear her trash folder too, having figured out how Jose was able to access those deleted messages. After Divya stopped responding to messages, Kelly took the hint and stopped messaging her Too. She and Chad had an active sex life anyway.
Divya soon got settled in the groove of her life as a dutiful housewife. Sex with Mayank was reasonably regular at 3-4 times a week. Some days, he would last longer than his usual 5 minutes. Other days, he’d cum in 2-3 minutes.
Divya had started sucking his modest dick regularly, which he loved. But he still hadn’t made any move to reciprocate the gesture by going down on her. Divya felt disappointed by this, but was too shy and diffident to demand it. She just got used to masturbating herself when she was at home.
Pretty soon, days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. And Divya had completed six months as a married woman. With the exception of the wild adventures at the honeymoon and the dalliances with Jose and Patel, Divya had been a good girl.
Divya was happy with herself for sticking to her resolution of self-control for all these months very easily. She had been worried that Patel would make some moves but the old man, mindful of how rich and powerful her family was, had given up on her. Mehra sent her an email saying his visa had been rejected. So that took care of that problem too. At least until she returned to India. Divya was smart enough to remember that Mehra had hundreds of naked pictures and videos of her that he had accumulated throughout their affair. And that there would come a time when she would have to deal with the situation in a permanent way. But as long as Mehra was in India and she was in Texas, all she had to do was send friendly replies to his emails and he would not get upset enough to publish those pictures and videos.
In the seventh month of her marriage, there finally occurred some developments that first started creating rumblings of unease in the state of calm.
Over that period of time, through regular conversations with Mayank and his family, Divya had come to know that the family business wasn’t as hunky-dory as it appeared from the outside. The motels they owned were losing money to competition and costs kept mounting. The import-export business was also showing reduced margins. And the cleaning and maintenance service company they owned was facing problems with employee churn. Overall, the family was okay financially. But it wasn’t growing as rapidly as ambitious Mayank wanted. He had tried to close a deal during his trips to Seattle that would ensure them of an exclusive contract with a major corporation for their cleaning and maintenance service that would allow them to expand into other markets. But the deal had fallen through.
As Divya came to know about the problems of the business, her sharp brain was able to figure out a couple of solutions. But when she had mentioned them to her husband, she had been told to focus on running the household.
Mayank was still trying to get the deal going with a couple of other similar corporations. And it was in regard to this, that he came home and told Divya one day,
“Honey, I have a meeting at the country club tomorrow with a couple of potential clients. They’ve asked me to bring you along since it’s a casual social setting.”
“Oh, is this about the multi-state contract?” Divya curiously asked.
“You don’t worry your pretty little head about that.” Mayank kissed her on the forehead and said. “Just wear a nice elegant sari and be my eye candy.”
Divya felt disappointed at being shut out of the business decisions again, but made her peace with it.
The next day, Divya, dressed in a black sari with golden sequins stepped out of the posh country club with her husband as the valet took their car for parking.
“Mr. and Mrs. Vyas?” the attractive young woman at the reception smiled and asked.
“Yes.”
“Welcome to the club. Mr. Bashir is at the tennis court. Mark here will escort you.”
Divya and Mayank followed the smartly dressed attendant through the massive and ornately designed country club. Divya had never been to such a huge place full of rich and powerful people. Although Mayank’s family was rich, they led a pretty simple life. Divya noticed that all the people in the lounges, seating areas, restaurants, and other rooms they passed through, were wearing designer clothing. She felt glad that she had chosen such an elegant sari or she would have felt out of place.
Finally they were taken to the tennis courts outside. Just a minute in the outdoor harsh sunlight of Dallas’ 45 celsius heat made Divya feel not so glad to be wearing a sari. It was scorching.
“Mr. Vyas!!” a lean tall man with a tennis racket in his hand called out as they were led to the edge of the court.
“Salam-alekum, Sheikh Bashir!” Mayank waved and said.
Divya looked at Sheikh Bashir. He was a tall wiry man in his 60s wearing crisp white tennis shorts and a crisp white polo short. She noticed that he was also wearing a red and white checkered kufiya around his head like most Arab men do. Divya first thought it looked odd with his tennis clothes, but then as her hair started feeling warm with the intense heat, she thought it was actually a smart choice.
Bashir came over and shook hands with Mayank.
“So glad you could join us.” he said affably.
“Sheikh Bashir, my wife Divya.”
“Namaste, pretty lady!” the sheikh folded his hands and smiled. Divya noticed that he had a gaunt face with high cheekbones and a carefully manicured goatee.
“Namaste.” she smiled. He seemed very charming.
“You are looking absolutely stunning in that sari, if you don’t mind me saying so.” Bashir said as he led them to some lawn chairs under wide umbrellas.
“Thank you.” Divya politely said taking a seat. Mayank sat down next to her.
“This is my personal valet Musa.” Bashir said as the young Arab who had been playing tennis with Bashir walked over from the other side of the net and joined them. “Please let him know what you would like to drink. It is a hot day.”
Mayank and Divya both told the strapping young man that they’d like iced teas and he left to get them.
Mayank and Bashir talked shop for a few minutes as Divya sat there quietly, occasionally dabbing the sweat off her forehead. She realized that Bashir was occasionally stealing glances at her and smiling. Musa arrived with their iced teas and Divya sipped on hers, feeling glad to have something cool to offset the heat of the sun that even under the umbrellas, was strong.
“…so I will need to take a look at your books. And have my accountants also discuss things next time.” Bashir said.
“Sure. I will send them over later today.” Mayank said.
The initial discussions seemed to have been concluded. The two men shook hands and smiled. Mayank seemed happy at the positive response he had received from the rich Arab.
“How about a game of tennis?” Bashir asked, reaching for his racket.
“I’d love to.” Mayank said. “But I am not dressed for it.”
“That’s not a problem. The club has a lot of clothes in the locker room for visitors. Pick out what fits.” Bashir said. “You too, Mrs. Vyas.”
Divya was taken aback. She thought the invitation to play tennis was only directed at Mayank.
“I don’t know how to play tennis.” she said.
“What’s there to know? You’ve seen it on TV, right? You know the basics?” Bashir responded.
“Yes.”
“So just give it a try. We don’t want to make you feel left-out. And it’s a wonderful game to at least try.” he was politely insistent.
“I am not…” Divya started objecting again, but Mayank interrupted her and said with a tone of finality.
“She’ll play.”
Mayank didn’t want to offend his potential client. And he knew that Arabs were generally quick to take offence if rebuffed on minor things.
Ten minutes later, the young Indian couple was back on the tennis court, having changed into the proper gear. Mayank was in a white polo shirt and shorts like Bashir and Musa. Divya had picked the longest skirt she could find, which went down to her knees. And ta white polo shirt as well. Although the shirt she picked for her body frame was a little snug around her huge tits. She was feeling a little self-conscious but did not want to disobey her husband.
Mayank loved how hot his young wife looked even in these simple clothes. How smooth her calves and shins looked under the skirt. How the sides of the skirt bounced around when she walked giving glimpses of her thighs. And how splendid her tits looked tightly contained in the white shirt. He made a mental note to have Divya buy more such clothes to model for him in the privacy of their bedroom.
Musa fetched the couple some rackets. And soon the four of them were positioned to play doubles. Bashir and Musa on one side, and the young Indian couple on the other side.
Mayank served first. Bashir hit back a simple backhand shot towards Divya. Our young heroine had never played tennis, but knew the basics. She sprinted towards the ball, stretched out her racket arm, and hit a forehand shot as hard as she could. Her boobs bounced up and down generously under the shirt. The ball flew over the net at a decent pace and landed right in front of Musa who couldn’t return it properly.
“15-0. Nicely done, Mrs. Vyas.” Bashir clapped. “Are you sure you’ve never played before?”
Divya blushed.
“Good shot, darling.” Mayank rubbed her back proudly.
Mayank’s next service was directed at Musa. He returned it powerfully towards Divya’s left. And this time she whipped out a backhand shot, surprised when it landed properly. Bashir was able to lob it over the net. Divya ran forward faster than Mayank and tried to return it but it hit the net.
“15-all. Good effort.” Bashir said.
During this point, Mayank had loved how Divya’s skirt flew a little in the back when she ran ahead of him, giving the faintest glimpse of her panties. And he loved how her big boobs swayed as well. Bashir and Musa had also noted appreciatively how alluring this young Indian beauty looked.
The four of them played a few games. Although Divya was competent at the return game for a newbie and Mayank, who had played tennis before, was quite good, they were no match for the two Arabs. Divya had trouble with the service as well, which is always the toughest part of tennis. Soon the Arabs had won all 4 games.
Throughout the game, Divya had tried her best to play well and had partly succeeded. Running around on the court, showing glimpses of her thighs and with her big boobs bouncing around, she made quite a sight. Bashir had been admiring her beauty without trying to stare too much. He felt envious of Mayank for having such a hot young wife and decided to take the opportunity to spend some time close to her.
“It’s been very one-sided so far.” Bashir said when they won the next game too. “Why don’t we mix the teams?”
“Sure.” Mayank said, happy at the opportunity to play next to Bashir and bond with him a bit more. It was sure to help his chances in the deal. But Bashir had a different configuration in mind.
“Musa, you go join Mr. Vyas. And Mrs. Vyas, you can come over to this side. I’ll give you some pointers about your service.”
Divya looked at her husband to seek approval. Mayank, not wanting to offend Bashir, nodded. And Divya walked across to the other side.
“Let me give you one pointer about how to stand when someone else is serving. See, you position yourself in the middle. Now, bend over, almost 50 degrees in the waist…”
Divya did as was told. Her breasts swung forward straining against the fabric. Bashir appreciated the close-up look and rightly surmised that they were double D. He moved his eyes to her big round butt which was jutting out. The skirt fabric shaped the contours of her hips and buttocks nicely. And now that she was bent over, her ass looked even more inviting. Bashir felt a primal urge to just start humping her right there, but he stopped himself.
“Now make sure your knees are nice and limber. So you can move in either direction. Move your hips sideways to make sure. Yes good. Now your grip.”
Divya felt a jolt of electricity surge through her as Bashir gently put his hand on her hand to correct her grip. His kufiya swayed above her head and she could smell the musky sweat of the lean tall old man. It had been months now since a man apart from her husband had come so close to her. Her body, on a diet of only Mayank, reacted greedily. But she controlled herself.
“Yes, this way. And hit the ball by moving your arm in the shoulder, not the elbow.” the charming Arab felt the smooth skin of the nubile young woman’s hands under the guise of correcting her grip. He had detected how Divya had reacted to his touch. He was pleased to note that she didn’t seem to find his touch unwelcome. He spent a little longer than necessary touching her hands and arms to give her tips.
Mayank watched from the other side as the old Arab was authoritatively giving his wife tennis lessons. He could see that Bashir found Divya attractive. As someone who knew tennis himself, he saw that the advice Bashir was giving her was correct. In fact Mayank himself could have done all that. But he saw that the touching and stroking was a little more than needed. Anyone else in Bashir’s place, Mayank would have ticked off. But the contract played on his mind. Besides, Bashir wasn’t doing anything excessive or obscene.
The newly formed teams started playing. The game was indeed a lot more competitive this way. Musa was quite good and he and Mayank established a nice rhythm soon. Bashir kept saying positive things to Divya, giving her relevant tips, and her game also improved. After every few points, Bashir would touch her again on her arms to correct some technical aspect. Bashir was also loving the fleeting glimpses of Divya’s panties and the look at her creamy thighs he got when she would run or jump in front of him.
Divya herself was having a hard time controlling her baser desires. Every time Bashir stood near her, touched her, spoke to her, something inside her cried out with happiness. He had a confident and charming personality. She could feel the strength in his arms every time he returned a shot or served the ball. And the worst part was, she found her eyes curiously wandering towards his crotch a couple of times and wondering what he was packing down there. She mentally kept scolding herself to focus on the game and not send any signals to the powerful old Arab.
“Let’s take a break please.” Divya said breathlessly. She had been sweating a lot under the hot Dallas sun.
“Good idea.” Bashir said, and led her to the lawn chairs.
Mayank and Musa joined them from the other side. Musa left to fetch everyone some drinks.
“You’re a very lucky man, Mr. Vyas. You have a wife who is not only beautiful, but also athletically talented.” Bashir said, making Divya blush.
“Thank you.” Mayank smiled politely. “Does your wife like to play tennis?”
“Which one? I have six wives.” Bashir smiled. “The youngest is 25. She prefers art. The oldest is 63. She can’t even spell tennis.”
Divya wasn’t surprised to hear that the Arab had multiple wives. She knew it was a custom in the community. However, she was a little surprised to hear that his youngest wife was 25. The old man looked fit of course, but to have a wife less than half his age seemed unusual.
As they all had drinks that Musa brought them, Mayank turned the topic to business again. Divya felt that he was making a tactical mistake. She felt he was over-selling the abilities and coming across as too desperate. She could see that Bashir was getting a little bored at the discussion. He kept stealing looks at Divya’s ample bosom. But Mayank was too engrossed in his pitch to notice.
“What do you think, Mrs. Vyas?” Bashir suddenly said.
“About what?” Divya asked, taken aback.
“Do you think a relationship between us…I mean our companies…makes sense?”
“Of course.”
“What about the specifics?” he asked.
“Whatever my husband says is right.” Divya dutifully replied.
“Hmmm.” Bashir said and took a long pause.
Mayank looked at the pondering Arab expectantly.
“Mr. Vyas, I am quite impressed with your pitch. And I also get a good personal vibe from you, which I consider very important. I see the potential, not only of giving you the maintenance contract, but I might also be interested in investing in your company and helping it expand into other markets like California and Florida.”
“That…oh my god…that would be fantastic!!” Mayank stood up, excited. This was an additional bonus.
“Yes, but I still have to do all the due diligence. It’s not a done deal yet.” Bashir cautioned him.
“Of course.” Mayank said.
“How about this?” Bashir said. “I plan to spend the weekend at my lake house about an hour away. Some of my managers and accountants will be there. Why don’t you and Mrs. Vyas join us?”
Divya’s sixth sense flared up. She had no say in business decisions. Why was she expected to go along?
“What will I do there?” she politely said. “Besides, I will have chores to do at home.”
“I insist, Mrs. Vyas.” Bashir said. “It’s a lovely lake house. I promise you that you will have a good time.”
“We’ll both be there.” Mayank replied, not wanting to let this opportunity slip because of something minor.
“It’s settled then!” Bashir said, getting up. he shook hands with Mayank.
He then offered his hand to Divya, who politely shook it. Even as she did, she felt another tiny jolt pass through her entire being.
That Saturday morning as Divya drove with Mayank to Bashir’s lake house, she felt an uneasy foreboding. She was wearing another elegant but simple sari.
Just in the couple of hours at the country club, there had been palpable sexual tensions between her and the lanky old Arab. He was clearly a very charming and skilled man, well-versed in dealing with women. After all, he had six wives! Even without doing anything explicitly erotic, he had managed to get Divya’s engine running. She felt really paranoid about what would happen spending an entire weekend with the man.

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