And my imagination was running riot. I could visualize ear rings in his lovely, so kissable earlobes, bangles in patli kalai, red nail polish in his nails, may be even a dash of lipstick and rouge too…but one voice interrupted my thoughts.
Khana…it was bearer. When he was in bathroom I had ordered lunch.
It was a suite.
I could see his hesitation.
His hand twitched to move to his forehead but one gaze of mine was good enough to stop it.
Theek hai... ham baad main aake baratan le jaana.
Sound of shutting the door confirmed that he has gone.
I kissed bindi and caressing his fair cheeks, pinched it and said in a husky tone,
Chal u have been a good babay today aaj mom will feed you… tujhe apane hatho se …yes yes good boy close your eyes.
And as he shut his eyes my lips in a smooch sealed them and I guided him holding his hand to dining table in other room.
It was ‘different’
As I put first morsel with my hands …his taste buds …he flinched.
But I kissed him and my darting tongue not only invaded but pushed what ever was in his mouth.
Good boy..acha lag raha hai naa…I said.
Before he could think …it was another morsel.
In between my other hand, was stroking his bulge over pajama…and soon it entered and wrapped up it hard.
Unhh to lagata ki phir us meri chinal naand ki choti choti choonchyan yaad aa rahi hai koi baat nahi…I pressed hard and I one jerk opened his supra…are us tere maal ki choonchi kya sab kuch dilvaungi tujhe bas ek baar bol de tu apani juban se…
It had desired effect. It was stirring. I put my finger on his peehole, there was still a drop of cum which I dragged and licked.
My cum soaked lips…I kissed him.
It was his dessert.
Mean while I had snapped many pictures, close up of face adorned with red shining bindi, what was I making him eat…using camera of my mobile.
I also send those pictures to mom.
Khana…it was bearer. When he was in bathroom I had ordered lunch.
It was a suite.
I could see his hesitation.
His hand twitched to move to his forehead but one gaze of mine was good enough to stop it.
Theek hai... ham baad main aake baratan le jaana.
Sound of shutting the door confirmed that he has gone.
I kissed bindi and caressing his fair cheeks, pinched it and said in a husky tone,
Chal u have been a good babay today aaj mom will feed you… tujhe apane hatho se …yes yes good boy close your eyes.
And as he shut his eyes my lips in a smooch sealed them and I guided him holding his hand to dining table in other room.
It was ‘different’
As I put first morsel with my hands …his taste buds …he flinched.
But I kissed him and my darting tongue not only invaded but pushed what ever was in his mouth.
Good boy..acha lag raha hai naa…I said.
Before he could think …it was another morsel.
In between my other hand, was stroking his bulge over pajama…and soon it entered and wrapped up it hard.
Unhh to lagata ki phir us meri chinal naand ki choti choti choonchyan yaad aa rahi hai koi baat nahi…I pressed hard and I one jerk opened his supra…are us tere maal ki choonchi kya sab kuch dilvaungi tujhe bas ek baar bol de tu apani juban se…
It had desired effect. It was stirring. I put my finger on his peehole, there was still a drop of cum which I dragged and licked.
My cum soaked lips…I kissed him.
It was his dessert.
Mean while I had snapped many pictures, close up of face adorned with red shining bindi, what was I making him eat…using camera of my mobile.
I also send those pictures to mom.
Now you can open your eyes…and he did it duty fully.
He had cleaned up all plates.
Dekha…mere hath se khane ka maja…kaisa thaa.
Bahoot achaa…itaa acha pahale kabhi khaya nahi tha…he acknowledged.
I could not suppress my smile.
Hota bhi kiase…I almost whispered…how was egg curry.
He was ..stunned.
Are kata to nahin naa... maine chidhaya
And before he could react, further I showed him all the pictures…all the dishes were ‘forbidden’, baigan, karela,…and he was relishing all of them. And of course... egg curry.
He was flushing.
Without giving him a chance I tugged his pajama ka nada aur gap se I gulped his supara.
Choobhlate hue ..it was fully hard…I said…I know…I know but raat tak intejaar karo.
Hey you get ready you had to go out.
He forgot to take out bindi.
As he was ready to go out for his meeting, I removed bindi, laughing,
Maana bindi tumhare gore gore chehare pe bahoot acahi lag rahi ahi lekin baahar … Although I was thinking ..why not …one day…may be sooner than later.
...
Entire after noon my dream filled siesta…I was dreaming about him…dressed in…various outfits.
It was he only who woke me up.
How was office I asked?
Very good., he beamed. And I hugged him.
Chalo aaj sham ko kahin ghoomane chlate hain…I suggested.
Sure lekin pahale chai…he demanded.
Sure and I lifted the phone to order room service.
Kuch snacks vacks bhi…turning I aksed.
Looking at my milky globes peeping from lacy bra, he said lecherously,
Yes…lekin mere dimag main to kuch aur thaa…
Din main man nahin bhara kya chalo…vo bhi milega…I responded,
lekin pahle kuch pet pooja..din main aaj aapne jyada mehanat kar li hai.
One pot tea and two omlets…room no 412.
Hey omelets…he wondered.
Are subah plate bhar egg curry kha gaye the aur oomlet se parhej…I teased.
When he was eating omlete and this time with open eyes with his own hands…only one thought was in my mind…agar unkae maiake vale dek lete sayad behosh ho jaate.
At Market, we were doing window shopping. In one cosmetic shop while testing one pink nail polish, I applied it on his nails….pink nails I could hardly suppress my smile.
And while returning, it was a lonely street, light was pale and it was a old fashioned paan shop. And an idea struck me.
I took him there and asked him to purchase a packet of cigarettes.
He did.
And I asked him to lit one.
Now he was …flabbergasted.
But I never smoked…he was hesitant.
But a glare from me and …he lit.
Ugh ughh… he was coughing violently.
I picked up ciggi from his hand and took it my lips and inhaled.
He was wonder struck.
Lo theek se and this time he did it. And while he was grappling with his first smoke,
I snapped few pictures of him smoking…they were on way to my mom…thanks to my mms.
I assured him…
Aree yaar…we are so away from your maiaka …and office…who will know what we are doing in this lonely alley. Come on smoke …yes yes …just like that…He was puffing...
Only when we reached hotel and I saw him his pictures, smoking he realized…yes there is…and this time…I commanded…
Ok so now any ways if want whole word will know so why not smoke again…in privacy of out hotel room.
And he did. It was his first nay second and my fourth or fifth.
It was he only who woke me up.
How was office I asked?
Very good., he beamed. And I hugged him.
Chalo aaj sham ko kahin ghoomane chlate hain…I suggested.
Sure lekin pahale chai…he demanded.
Sure and I lifted the phone to order room service.
Kuch snacks vacks bhi…turning I aksed.
Looking at my milky globes peeping from lacy bra, he said lecherously,
Yes…lekin mere dimag main to kuch aur thaa…
Din main man nahin bhara kya chalo…vo bhi milega…I responded,
lekin pahle kuch pet pooja..din main aaj aapne jyada mehanat kar li hai.
One pot tea and two omlets…room no 412.
Hey omelets…he wondered.
Are subah plate bhar egg curry kha gaye the aur oomlet se parhej…I teased.
When he was eating omlete and this time with open eyes with his own hands…only one thought was in my mind…agar unkae maiake vale dek lete sayad behosh ho jaate.
At Market, we were doing window shopping. In one cosmetic shop while testing one pink nail polish, I applied it on his nails….pink nails I could hardly suppress my smile.
And while returning, it was a lonely street, light was pale and it was a old fashioned paan shop. And an idea struck me.
I took him there and asked him to purchase a packet of cigarettes.
He did.
And I asked him to lit one.
Now he was …flabbergasted.
But I never smoked…he was hesitant.
But a glare from me and …he lit.
Ugh ughh… he was coughing violently.
I picked up ciggi from his hand and took it my lips and inhaled.
He was wonder struck.
Lo theek se and this time he did it. And while he was grappling with his first smoke,
I snapped few pictures of him smoking…they were on way to my mom…thanks to my mms.
I assured him…
Aree yaar…we are so away from your maiaka …and office…who will know what we are doing in this lonely alley. Come on smoke …yes yes …just like that…He was puffing...
Only when we reached hotel and I saw him his pictures, smoking he realized…yes there is…and this time…I commanded…
Ok so now any ways if want whole word will know so why not smoke again…in privacy of out hotel room.
And he did. It was his first nay second and my fourth or fifth.
It was the beginning I was hoping for.
It continued when we returned. Change was slow but significant, his wardrobe, his eating habits, even exercise regimen…but I took him to my lady trainer… and we planned a naughty regimen.
No it was not abs…yes but his waist become more slender, he become more lean and handsome in some feminine way. And any way, he was so fair, with sharp features, aquiline nose…and now he has become thinner, waist had become more slender…
And it was not only looks, food habits…he was averse to green veggies, salad…one day he removed few pieces of tomato I kept in his plate. I just doubled it and removed everything else…some force, some persuasion,…soon he started realizing who wears pants in house. His hesitation to smoke also…slowly …initially he was averse to all the smoke…esp. before going to office or meeting with his friends…one day I lit a ciggi and after taking a deep puff, kissed him deep and exhaled it inside his mouth and give it to him. His some close friends were coming to us…and his friends wife Rita , teased him like hell.
Of course I will snap everything and a copy will go to mom, who will ring him every night and taunt him so much …
And that made my sex life much sexier.
Opps I forgot to share one thing which I promised in the beginning of story.
It was about his “second” or virtual existence”.
One day he was surfing on his lap top but as he saw me he closed. I became suspicious; it could not have been a porno site as he was averse (as he had told me).But twice or thrice …and then I decided to check one day. He used to think me ignoramus in IT related areas but surfing had taught me a lot.
I looked in history…sites he had visited. Alt. com, chatropolis…and I opened chatropolis. As I entered into one chat …probably analpolis…name was already there. Ok so this is the name he uses. Gudd 32 C. To my wonder, there were many who started chatting immediately referring to earlier chats. And then I went to more wild ones, water sports …and there were fewer persons…but all well acquainted with ‘her’. I tried other site, alt. com. But it required an id and password. I quickly thought, it was touting itself as world’s largest bondage, alternative, lifestyle personal…so…so…he has donned look of a teen girlie name….ok I created an id ...Dark Master….from Texas, aged 36, looking for woman, couples. And with that i got my password in my newly created id and I said the sesame khool ja.
And when I looked at females fromIndia
It was about his “second” or virtual existence”.
One day he was surfing on his lap top but as he saw me he closed. I became suspicious; it could not have been a porno site as he was averse (as he had told me).But twice or thrice …and then I decided to check one day. He used to think me ignoramus in IT related areas but surfing had taught me a lot.
I looked in history…sites he had visited. Alt. com, chatropolis…and I opened chatropolis. As I entered into one chat …probably analpolis…name was already there. Ok so this is the name he uses. Gudd 32 C. To my wonder, there were many who started chatting immediately referring to earlier chats. And then I went to more wild ones, water sports …and there were fewer persons…but all well acquainted with ‘her’. I tried other site, alt. com. But it required an id and password. I quickly thought, it was touting itself as world’s largest bondage, alternative, lifestyle personal…so…so…he has donned look of a teen girlie name….ok I created an id ...Dark Master….from Texas, aged 36, looking for woman, couples. And with that i got my password in my newly created id and I said the sesame khool ja.
And when I looked at females from
But then I realized…he was looking for some fun. It is simple.
He was crying for attention. May be as a “man” it was difficult to get it…but more probably he had a soft feminine persona lurking underneath and he was enjoying it there.
So what is wrong, he was not committing adultery, may be he is trying to live out his real persona…I was angry, unhappy, confused.
But then I realized …it is not so much unusual .. What to do with this info. And I did …what I always did….talked to mom.
She was silent…I thought…she is nonplussed about his alternate persona.
No most probably she was smiling.
I suggested may be I should confront him…may be directly may through e mail or message…
No no mom immediately forbid me. It is very clear he has a habit to go in shell and during surfing he comes out…any threat and he will sulk, become sullen and go deep into recess.
So I asked.
Use it , leverage it.
Yes I thought. I was not happy with my sex life. I was not happy with his bottled life.
I had my answer.
Yes mom thank you so much.
I am always there for you and keep reporting to GHQ. She beamed on phone.
Ok my hubby don’t worry I will take charge.
And planned my strategies and made him my JKG.
He was crying for attention. May be as a “man” it was difficult to get it…but more probably he had a soft feminine persona lurking underneath and he was enjoying it there.
So what is wrong, he was not committing adultery, may be he is trying to live out his real persona…I was angry, unhappy, confused.
But then I realized …it is not so much unusual .. What to do with this info. And I did …what I always did….talked to mom.
She was silent…I thought…she is nonplussed about his alternate persona.
No most probably she was smiling.
I suggested may be I should confront him…may be directly may through e mail or message…
No no mom immediately forbid me. It is very clear he has a habit to go in shell and during surfing he comes out…any threat and he will sulk, become sullen and go deep into recess.
So I asked.
Use it , leverage it.
Yes I thought. I was not happy with my sex life. I was not happy with his bottled life.
I had my answer.
Yes mom thank you so much.
I am always there for you and keep reporting to GHQ. She beamed on phone.
Ok my hubby don’t worry I will take charge.
And planned my strategies and made him my JKG.
It was moving very smoothly.
Now almost all things he was eating, his wardrobe was changing and so was his attitude.
One day we were moving in a bus. There was a young beautiful teen girl sitting some seats away.
He was looking at him surreptitiously.
“ kyon mast maal hai naa,” I whispered in his ears.
Haan …he said haltingly.
“arre to khool ke dekho naa…tere maal se shakal milati hai naa..” I teased.
Sahi kahati ho…now he was gazing boldly.
Maame to dekho salli ke …vaise hi chote chote hain mulayam.
My teasing went unabated as I covered him with my shawl.
I touched his bulge over trousers. He was hard.
Kyon dabane kaa man kar raha hai naa uskaa…I taunted and squeezed his bulge.
It was rock hard.
Dekh usaka bhi aisa hoga…vo to taiyar hi rahati hai…bol…and my long fingers un zipped.
We never became so much bold and both of us were enjoying it. His hand came over my boobs and started caressing it under the shawl.
That is what I wanted to resurrect his normal sexuality.
I touched his bulge over trousers. He was hard.
Kyon dabane kaa man kar raha hai naa uskaa…I taunted and squeezed his bulge.
It was rock hard.
Dekh usaka bhi aisa hoga…vo to taiyar hi rahati hai…bol…and my long fingers un zipped.
We never became so much bold and both of us were enjoying it. His hand came over my boobs and started caressing it under the shawl.
That is what I wanted to resurrect his normal sexuality.
Summer season has come and mango had started coming in market.
I suddenly recalled long forgotten bait with my naand and his bete noire.
One day I made chatani of kacche aam .
I could see him almost shivering, may be with expectation.
I put some in my finger and took to his mouth.
He opened his mouth a bit and I thrust my fingers in side.
Kyon kaisa laga.
He made a very bad face.
Cahahe achaa lage yaa bura…beta aab to tumhe chakahna khana hi hai and I put some more in his thali.
One day I took him to a fruit juice stall. He was thinking …and I asked,
Kyon mango juice hai…
Han madam …ekdam taza…
I looked at him…he was trying to behave nonchalantly,
I was enjoying this moment.
Ok do orange juice de do.
I had put a stop to his non stop tea binges and was making him drink fresh fruit juice.
But I wanted to make total change …and what could have been a better day then his birth day for being reborne.
I made him take official leave… it was a Friday. Followed by a week end. And a day before that I took him to a parlour. My parlour. He was hesitant, coy like a virgin going to bed first time but I coaxed, cajoled and ultimately forced.
Gena, who normally did tricks to my face was there. This time there were very few customers.
I and Gena were friendly. Not friendly very friendly and shared many things.
And she was so pretty and had silken touch. Both with her hands and tongue.
No no …I mean the way she talkd.
And so soon facial, pedicure manicure…he almost forgot when she made some good changes…
When he came out he was minus that bush …which underlined his aquiline sharp feminine …it was gone…not even a trace of hair…and the way Gina had done it is not going to come back for some time.
( it was such a great symbol of “masculinity’ for him….moonch to mard ki shaan hoti hai and now it was gone …gone for ever.)
And eye brows too…she did some threading. His face was looking so soft.
Raste me we did shopping.
I went inside a cosmetic shop and asked him to purchase a few kilos of mango, banana, grapes and some other fruit. I told him to touch mangos that they are proper ripe.
I was peeping from within the shop.
He was yes…shaking …but did take it from vendor.
We purchased some meat…a dozen eggs…a bottle of rum, whisky, cold drinks and many many more things. He was just wondering but I was not going to tell him.
Rashte main I went to my tailor also. Who had taken some measurement of him a few days back.
Gena, who normally did tricks to my face was there. This time there were very few customers.
I and Gena were friendly. Not friendly very friendly and shared many things.
And she was so pretty and had silken touch. Both with her hands and tongue.
No no …I mean the way she talkd.
And so soon facial, pedicure manicure…he almost forgot when she made some good changes…
When he came out he was minus that bush …which underlined his aquiline sharp feminine …it was gone…not even a trace of hair…and the way Gina had done it is not going to come back for some time.
( it was such a great symbol of “masculinity’ for him….moonch to mard ki shaan hoti hai and now it was gone …gone for ever.)
And eye brows too…she did some threading. His face was looking so soft.
Raste me we did shopping.
I went inside a cosmetic shop and asked him to purchase a few kilos of mango, banana, grapes and some other fruit. I told him to touch mangos that they are proper ripe.
I was peeping from within the shop.
He was yes…shaking …but did take it from vendor.
We purchased some meat…a dozen eggs…a bottle of rum, whisky, cold drinks and many many more things. He was just wondering but I was not going to tell him.
Rashte main I went to my tailor also. Who had taken some measurement of him a few days back.
And the evening before b day or should I say d day.
When he came back from office, there was a notice on door.
He went to bathroom straight.
There were more instructions…
• No hair below eye brows.
• Soak yourself in tub, take the drink kept on stool for half an hour and then shampoo, use soap and clean every part of body.
• Clean all your holes, use soap, brush, anything and check before coming out.
He was hesitant and aroused. But followed all the instructions.
And when he came out refreshed…there was another set ….
• Dry yourself completely.
• Put all your cloths and towel in laundry bucket.
• Walk out wearing only bathroom sleepers.
• Wait on the bed.
• And don’t touch your self below the waist.
• But touch your nipples thinking as if they are your “maals”.
And he walked out to bed room.
On bed was a black satin huge bed sheet and there were some long aromatic candles.
He stood and looked into his reflection in king size dressing table mirror. And there was a sticker—
• Go straight to bed and lie down.
• Use the hand cuffs hanging with bed posts. Tie your only one hand and wait for me.
And below in place of signature were kiss marks of my lips in pink lipstick.
He was waiting with one hand tied , when I entered, dressed in black vinyl, corset, only pushing out my boobs, long boots with 3.5 inch high heels covering almost up to my knees, fishing net black stocking and long jet black hair tied in a pony tail, dark piercing eyes and with a long whip in my hand…I just whished it and could see terror and…joy in his eyes.
Bow before Mistress Patrica…I thundered softly and he bowed.
I put my gleaming shoes ….kiss them…
It was difficult for him as his handcuff was chained, but he still bend hard and kissed my shoes….
Lick them clean….that is what you are borne for.
And he started doing it.
Good…but it was difficult for me to continue as I was aroused.
Light was very dim with only a few candles located far away from bed.
I very slowly opened sides of my shoes and step out next to go was corset and then I put my feet on bed and made me him remove my fishnet stockings.
Now I was only in bra and thong and I changed gear…
I switched on a lamp which was only highlighting the area I was standing ,slightly away from bed.
And music started….a soft erotic romantic ….and I started gyrating…
He could look only at my back.
My hands were roaming on my back playing with my bra straps…but it did not snap open. And I bend.
Exposing my pert firm rear…I looked back…fluttered my eye lashes and spreading my ass with long red color coated fingers spread it.
It was still covered in sexy red thong but my one finger shifted it a bit.
Do u wann it baby.
Yes yes…he murmured.
Still as a statute I asked and what will u do that for …
Any thing …anything his voice was becoming horse.
Sure I stood up facing him and now my fingers were caressing my pink lacy bra, more pushing out and hugging my milky doves.
Sure you mean any thing…I coaxed.
Yes yes…he was very aroused …I could see.
Ok let me ask will u …fuck …your maal…
Yes yes…
Admit to me ….then u wann to fuck her.
Yes I wann I waan please and in one fast motion my bra was snapped open and I threw it at his face.
To tum bahan chod banoge…
Boobs were still covered …my fingers caressing them…cupping squeezing the…
Yes…he admitted I will do anything for you pleaseeeeeeeee
He was almost crying and I turned back to him and showing came out from red thong and it flew straight to his hard on.
Happy birth day…
I was over him kissing him smoothing and my boobs were rubbing over him.
He wanted to touch me but I forbid sternly…
NO…birthday boy will only follow orders understand….
I moved away from him and opened a plate…kept on side table, there was banana and grapes in that.
I took a hard thick banana and kissed it as if it is a cock.
I caressed it between my twin peaks and pressed my nipples with it.
And soon it was between my lovelips.
I was caressing parting and even shoved it a bit.
I was moaning …in joy.
And so was he in frustration and arousal.
I again sat in his chest brought it out, peeled and took it to his lips. He grabbed it, devoured it greedily.
There were bunch of grapes and like a houries from Arabian night I was dandling it in front of my exposed boobs and offering it to him…and he will come to take my aroused nipples it was a grape …he never tasted in his previous avatar.
But today he was dying to get them but he got my nipples to. When he was busy sucking then between grapes, I took my bra and panty and blind folded him.
I uncovered next plate…there were long slices of juicy golden mangos.
I took one, pushed it between my portals of joy and rode over him.
Long pieces were still coming out.
Suck it baby suck it hard…
And he was sucking it …drinking the nectar. Soon some pieces were moving in his mouth.
I looked at his cock.
It was never so hard.
Yes I must do something about it ....and soon we were indulging in 69... my favourite.
My lips unveiled his supara, tongue tease with his pee hole and I was in full fury.
I took a hard thick banana and kissed it as if it is a cock.
I caressed it between my twin peaks and pressed my nipples with it.
And soon it was between my lovelips.
I was caressing parting and even shoved it a bit.
I was moaning …in joy.
And so was he in frustration and arousal.
I again sat in his chest brought it out, peeled and took it to his lips. He grabbed it, devoured it greedily.
There were bunch of grapes and like a houries from Arabian night I was dandling it in front of my exposed boobs and offering it to him…and he will come to take my aroused nipples it was a grape …he never tasted in his previous avatar.
But today he was dying to get them but he got my nipples to. When he was busy sucking then between grapes, I took my bra and panty and blind folded him.
I uncovered next plate…there were long slices of juicy golden mangos.
I took one, pushed it between my portals of joy and rode over him.
Long pieces were still coming out.
Suck it baby suck it hard…
And he was sucking it …drinking the nectar. Soon some pieces were moving in his mouth.
I looked at his cock.
It was never so hard.
Yes I must do something about it ....and soon we were indulging in 69... my favourite.
My lips unveiled his supara, tongue tease with his pee hole and I was in full fury.
But after a few minutes I left.
On a cup there were pieces of golden succulent ripe mangos, small cut ones and a few ices cubes. I took them in my mouth and in went his supara…
He screamed in …I know not what as my thighs were pressing his face and my love lips were smothering his lips...
I continued squeezing his balls, pumping his shaft and ultimately use the finger trick in his ass. My tongue will do a dance on his shaft, licking it will touch his balls and even take each baal
And he came. He exploded but I took every drop in my mouth and after ensuring nothing was left, thick mango pieces were soaked… in white cream.
I turned and kissed him, forcing him to open his mouth and every drop went inside. I had sealed his mouth and he had to gulp every drop and take every piece cum soaked mango pieces
I rolled my eyes and taunted, kyon kaisa laga mango shake.
He was still nibbling last pieces.
But it was only the beginning.
I removed hand cuff and kept small mango pieces on my boobs.
Blind fold was still on.
I guided him to eat every single one.
Soon he was aroused again.
I rolled my eyes and taunted, kyon kaisa laga mango shake.
He was still nibbling last pieces.
But it was only the beginning.
I removed hand cuff and kept small mango pieces on my boobs.
Blind fold was still on.
I guided him to eat every single one.
Soon he was aroused again.
This time I let him come over me and we made love like animals.
We were wrestling, biting, scratching, hugging squeezing. At first he was groping for my boobs but as he got them , I guided his again erect, throbbing cock to my juicy cunt. I made him lift his head away from my body and then coated my boobs with fresh cream suffused with pieces of mango.
“ Hey lick it you sister fucker...”
and I forced his mouth over my tits, commanding him in husky deep voice. My long finger nails were caressing his fair feminine face, as he was licking, nibbling, every piece.
And his finished their, my lips were locked with him, my velvety mouth full of more succulent juicy pieces. With my darting forceful tongue I shoved every one of them and as our tongue kept fighting in his mouth I made him eat every piece.
My long slender legs were over his back pulling him in, squeezing and when my hip wet up, a pounding started which we were both longing for.
And so many things happening to gather, we were eating each other, from each other, scratching, and biting, fondling gently one moment and squeezing violently at another.
And when he came, my demanding cunt sucked every drop from him greedily.
And his finished their, my lips were locked with him, my velvety mouth full of more succulent juicy pieces. With my darting forceful tongue I shoved every one of them and as our tongue kept fighting in his mouth I made him eat every piece.
My long slender legs were over his back pulling him in, squeezing and when my hip wet up, a pounding started which we were both longing for.
And so many things happening to gather, we were eating each other, from each other, scratching, and biting, fondling gently one moment and squeezing violently at another.
And when he came, my demanding cunt sucked every drop from him greedily.
Soon again I was on the top making him drink his nectar from my cunny every drop of it., sitting on his face, holding his head firmly.
Only after that I opened his blind fold.
Kyon kaisa laga....I asked.
He smiled sheepishly.
Mera matalab hai…amm kahne main…mango juice and then…I teased.
Achaa laga…there was an impish gleam in his eyes.
Clock struck 12.
Happy birth day holding his head I moaned.
I kissed him hard. My tongue invaded his mouth as my lips firmly captured his lips between mine. My taste buds could still taste delicious taste of mango juice lingering in his mouth.
I could only wish his maiaka vallas to be there …soon…very soon that day will come and surely …phat jayegi unki.
I could only wish his maiaka vallas to be there …soon…very soon that day will come and surely …phat jayegi unki.
Hugging we sat. I could see a new joy dancing at his face, a new confidence…my now free tongue darted in his ear, came out and bit ear lobes and soon was circling over his nipples, flicking them.
His body was suffused with joy, glowing and eyes were glued to my firm, fair hard young boobs and mangal sutra as it was dangling on my one erect nipple. I extricated it and kissed it as to show him how much I care for my suhag.
He smiled and I took the plate from side table and offered it to him. Gingerly he picked a long succulent luscious piece of mango and took it between his lips.
Hey akele akele I chided and holding it between his lips he offered it to me.
And it again triggered a bout of kissing, nibbling and in between we were sharing fruits, taking from each other’s bodies’ mouth and then I offered him a huge energy chocolate.
He wanted to unwrap it but I forbid.
No use your lips and open as I opened yours, indicating towards his cock I laughed.
Ok he had joined the game. I was holding it in my hand and he only using his lips, peeled it and I was giggling all along. As one third was open I issued my next command.
Ok now you gulp it…without biting or chewing as I did.
He was enjoying every bit of it.
He must have seen twinkle in my eyes.
That part of chocolate was stuffed with my birth day gift, his favorite Sildenafil Citrate, nay soft tabs of Viagra and Cialis. They will dissolve slowly along with chocolate.
I gave him a goblet of red wine to gulp it down.
It was another first in his puritanical upbringing.
I also took a sip and then it passed from my lips to his.
Next offering went bathing my boobs and nipples to his lips.
Soon he had taken more than two pegs.
My fingers were same time teasing, probing his man hood. This was now almost rising to attention.
And in sudden push I forced him to bed.
His body was suffused with joy, glowing and eyes were glued to my firm, fair hard young boobs and mangal sutra as it was dangling on my one erect nipple. I extricated it and kissed it as to show him how much I care for my suhag.
He smiled and I took the plate from side table and offered it to him. Gingerly he picked a long succulent luscious piece of mango and took it between his lips.
Hey akele akele I chided and holding it between his lips he offered it to me.
And it again triggered a bout of kissing, nibbling and in between we were sharing fruits, taking from each other’s bodies’ mouth and then I offered him a huge energy chocolate.
He wanted to unwrap it but I forbid.
No use your lips and open as I opened yours, indicating towards his cock I laughed.
Ok he had joined the game. I was holding it in my hand and he only using his lips, peeled it and I was giggling all along. As one third was open I issued my next command.
Ok now you gulp it…without biting or chewing as I did.
He was enjoying every bit of it.
He must have seen twinkle in my eyes.
That part of chocolate was stuffed with my birth day gift, his favorite Sildenafil Citrate, nay soft tabs of Viagra and Cialis. They will dissolve slowly along with chocolate.
I gave him a goblet of red wine to gulp it down.
It was another first in his puritanical upbringing.
I also took a sip and then it passed from my lips to his.
Next offering went bathing my boobs and nipples to his lips.
Soon he had taken more than two pegs.
My fingers were same time teasing, probing his man hood. This was now almost rising to attention.
And in sudden push I forced him to bed.
I was riding over him dangling my alluring twin peaks just away from him.
He cahiye…bol…
Hann…
No no , aise nahin …beg for them …
Yes yes….please…give me…and my mast joban started just touching caressing over his chest.
Bol sab baatene manega meri…
Haan han…
he was pleading, wriggling writhing and when I looked down his rod was fully erect.
I was holding his hand firmly down…
Ok look at me …for last time …I told him as releasing his one had I started caressing my boobs…my finger gently touching it from base going up, circulating over my nips and then I pinched my tits.
It was too much for him.
And I blindfolded him again
And this time his both hands were hand cuffed with head post of our nuptial bed.
I kissed him softly on his perched lips but soon my lips moved to his chest. My tongue was out dabbing, poking taking sort fleeting kisses till it stopped at his nipples.
One soft kiss at one…then another soft kiss …fleeting…and my tongie just flicked one and then…other and soon it was moving very fast between them …flicking licking…which soon become a nick…a bite and I chewed it hard.
They were more aroused than a female.
He was moaning panting pushing up his hips crying…but my tongue continued relentlessly.
It stopped as suddenly as it has begun.
I took a pause and let him guess.
I could sense it as he could not see his ears were aching for any inkling.
I let him pickle and then suddenly in one swoop…my tongue entered hi navel.
It was fast and furious.
And from there it moved very slowly to base of his hungry cock.
I took a few swipes and when he was expecting …it is going to cover…strokes ceased.
And when I stopped he was literally begging.
I left and moved away from the bed.
His erection was palpitating.
I took out a bottle of esp. oil…”sande kaa tail’ which, my bhabhi had gifted me.
I kissed him softly on his perched lips but soon my lips moved to his chest. My tongue was out dabbing, poking taking sort fleeting kisses till it stopped at his nipples.
One soft kiss at one…then another soft kiss …fleeting…and my tongie just flicked one and then…other and soon it was moving very fast between them …flicking licking…which soon become a nick…a bite and I chewed it hard.
They were more aroused than a female.
He was moaning panting pushing up his hips crying…but my tongue continued relentlessly.
It stopped as suddenly as it has begun.
I took a pause and let him guess.
I could sense it as he could not see his ears were aching for any inkling.
I let him pickle and then suddenly in one swoop…my tongue entered hi navel.
It was fast and furious.
And from there it moved very slowly to base of his hungry cock.
I took a few swipes and when he was expecting …it is going to cover…strokes ceased.
And when I stopped he was literally begging.
I left and moved away from the bed.
His erection was palpitating.
I took out a bottle of esp. oil…”sande kaa tail’ which, my bhabhi had gifted me.
I knew all its properties but never used.
A few drops rubbed in my palm and I started massaging very softly his hard cock.
He was wriggling, writhing, groaning …but I poured some more and continued my massage un abated.
It was shining, it was so erect…I could see every vein pulsating.
I had stopped sort of his cock head. And using my lips slowly, teasingly I un veiled it and took a big kiss directly on pee hole.
My tongue slowly went behind it and started licking from prepuce and the place from where his shaft begins. He was begging me …to suck him to fuck him….
But I stopped again and took a bottle of climax….a desensitizing thing and showered his glance.
Today I was going to do it for my joy and he had to make me cum before I will let him cum.
I again moved away from him. And when I re started it was a feather touch, rustling against, his legs slowly surrreptiously,...it was touch of my silken fishnet stocking and I was caressing his toes, feet, legs thighs and when it was ...he was almost on verge of bursting. I, smiling, tied base of his cock and balls. And then it was touch of my smouldering lips, butterfly fleeting kisses beginning, from toes and by the time I reached his thighs my lips had caged a few ice cubes rubbing over his inner thighs...and from there I jumped back to his nips and pressed it there. He was so tense so aroused....but I lifted his hips, my naughty fingers stretched his buttocks and my long finger nails were circling over his brown puckered tight lips and soon ice cubes were there...and holding them between my lips ...i moved to his balls, and ultimately his hard on.
...
I again moved away from him
A few drops rubbed in my palm and I started massaging very softly his hard cock.
He was wriggling, writhing, groaning …but I poured some more and continued my massage un abated.
It was shining, it was so erect…I could see every vein pulsating.
I had stopped sort of his cock head. And using my lips slowly, teasingly I un veiled it and took a big kiss directly on pee hole.
My tongue slowly went behind it and started licking from prepuce and the place from where his shaft begins. He was begging me …to suck him to fuck him….
But I stopped again and took a bottle of climax….a desensitizing thing and showered his glance.
Today I was going to do it for my joy and he had to make me cum before I will let him cum.
I again moved away from him. And when I re started it was a feather touch, rustling against, his legs slowly surrreptiously,...it was touch of my silken fishnet stocking and I was caressing his toes, feet, legs thighs and when it was ...he was almost on verge of bursting. I, smiling, tied base of his cock and balls. And then it was touch of my smouldering lips, butterfly fleeting kisses beginning, from toes and by the time I reached his thighs my lips had caged a few ice cubes rubbing over his inner thighs...and from there I jumped back to his nips and pressed it there. He was so tense so aroused....but I lifted his hips, my naughty fingers stretched his buttocks and my long finger nails were circling over his brown puckered tight lips and soon ice cubes were there...and holding them between my lips ...i moved to his balls, and ultimately his hard on.
...
I again moved away from him
what a perfect description of details.....i was hard all time reading it......
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read it further.