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	I am more kinky in my head than I would ever be in real. I thrive on taboos and explore the prohibitions. I am mostly a sub but I have also tried domination and the experience was not disappointing either ) I am an epecurean and dont think would ever come to terms with this world infested with organisations. However, the people who I have already met or will be meeting in future are not just friends or fellow kinksters, they are hope! I dream of a secret tribe where we could live our filthiest of desires and be the happiest of souls. Where there is no shame and dignity, where there is no hierarchy but consensual surrender, in that land of freedom we shall taste the bliss. Amen!!

'Will they ever realise that I was not some petty criminal, I was a martyr...', just as she read the text from her mobile phone, Alisha felt nauseated. She tried to grab the door handle but collapsed on the floor before she could reach it. Few hours earlier : Alisha knocked on the door worriedly but it opened, to her surprise, on the second knock itself. There he was, Kush, the celebrated writer who now looked like a malnourished junkie. There was a time when his books won prizes and critical acclaim and people would swear to have cried several times while reading his fictions which were nothing but a reflection of modern day tragedies. But then something happened which no one have ever imagined in their dreams. Although they talked about it. Intellectuals discussed the nuances and layman debated the rubbish but no one could see it coming. Unlike all other tragedies, it occurred slowly and once the people felt warmth of equality and resources based economy and a society free of dogmas and taboos, they covered themselves with the Utopian blanket. It engulfed them all, like a giant sea tide it cleared them off the shore except few remained. Kush was one of them. Alisha entered the room to see what she has not been used to of late. The room was a mess. She grabbed a cushion from the floor and sat on the cane chair. She noticed glass pieces on the floor and a diagonal crack on the television screen. It resembled the 'luck-line' on her palm which, when once deciphered by an astrologer, guaranteed her fame and money. Of course it was a lie, there was no concept of money in modern days and also no astrologers to read one's future. 'Come, sit here', she tapped on the bed beside her in a reassuring manner. Kush walked around as if he did not see it, or like he was not seeing anything in the room. He murmured, 'you know what Alisha, today I raped an innocent boy of 8'. "What..", she couldn't find words to express her shock and sat flabbergasted. Kush gave one of his signature lopsided smiles and said, "when was the last time you heard such a thing?" She felt somewhat relaxed and as her senses came rushing back in she managed to say "you are not well!!" Of course I am not. But that's too conspicuous. What I feel interesting is that you still remember to feel a shock. Or is it that you were shocked for the lack of memory of expressing a shock? Alisha did not even want to contemplate. She said in a voice filled with pathos, "Oh Kush! You are such a stupid person. Such things happen, books don't do well sometimes. It is not a failure sweetheart, it is just an episode. Just get over it and concentrate on your next one. You are still the brand that you always have been. I believe in your talent, your skills... " she was interrupted by a boisterous laugh and Kush turned away to his shelf where he kept his whiskey. He continued his hysterical laugh while he poured his drink to the brim of his glass and then his laugh subsided. He bent down like an astute diver with his hands spread like wings and drank whisky from the glass without lifting it up so that not even a single drop is wasted. Alisha had always known his eccentricities but today she felt a different kind of chill in his behaviour. He then straighten up, lifted the glass and started sipping whiskey facing the wall. Alisha could see how much weight he had lost. He looked miserable. She wanted to console him and hug him tight but she feared that this might spark some old romance and she had her apprehensions for fucking a seemingly mad person. She said while sitting on her place, 'Kush, you need to change. People have changed, their tastes have changed. Nobody likes dark literature anymore. I can show you the market report how people have switched their preferences. Nobody can relate to those heinous crimes and depiction of war-torn cities anymore. Many successful writers have adapted their style to the new era and are still thriving. You are the only one stuck in the past. Can't you think of a happy theme.. " " Yes I can", spoke Kush without turning around. "I would write about a Horny girl who once fucked me like a shameless whore. And then Mr. Mature appeared in her life. Now they are deeply in love, they know each others previous affairs but they are so understanding and now they plan sexual orgies where a dumbass population licks each other's arse hole consensually. Happy ending, ting ding tidingggg.. " Alisha had been in the room for enough time to adjust herself to the weirdness of him but she hated when someone insulted her husband. " I think I should leave and you need to see a doctor Mister." Just as she got up Kush turned to her all teary eyed and walked towards her begging 'sorry, I am sorry, please don't leave me'. She got unnerved for a second and then hugged him tight. He kept crying like a child while his hands felt the bare portion of her back. Calm down Kush, sit here. He sat on the floor instead and held her thighs like a stubborn child and made her sit on the chair. He then wiped his tears from his shirt sleeves and said bluntly, "Please fuck me... Alisha please." No. For the last time, I may not live till tomorrow. Kush stop it. Why? You know when did the last communal riot took place? What has it to do with this. Everything has to do with every other fucking thing. Just tell me. I don't remember. 25 years!! 25 Goddamned years Alistair. So? She looked beautiful in that puzzled look. Kush stared her with his boyish smile which once had swept her off her feet. He was the most perverted person she has ever met yet he had the most innocent face. He did not fake it. He was innocent in a sinful manner. 'You know what Alisha, there are no riots, no murders, no crimes against women and children. People have stopped robbing each other which has rendered Artists like us useless', he spoke with disdain and helplessness on his face not bothering for a second if she would even understand this. Please don't throw this artist-tantrum now. There exists a thing called goodness. You can feel it, write it. You can think of a happy ending. 'Happy ending!!' Kush repeated in a lost manner.' Now they only give massages, no happy endings.' What? He continued like a possessed soul, ' no call girls, no porn movies, no more buying of flesh... What has world come to!! The most creepy thing is that people don't protest or find an illegal way to seek such pleasures. They have rationed alcohol and still it is not being black marketed. I don't find an unhappy face I could empathise with, I could weave story about. No religious differences, everyone has turned atheist. They don't believe on lies anymore and sing and dance like happy fools. I prefer angry fools over happy ones.' He took a pause and looked at Alisha. He then started rubbing his hands on her flawless arms and looked into nothingness. "You know Alisha, we Artists are the most sensitive beings, full of empathy. But we are selfish to the core. We thrive on other's unhappiness. True art is all about unhappy story telling where your soul enters the body of the berieved. I have been a rape victim, I have been murdered, my city was ravaged by war crafts and my family was killed. I was Ceasar, I was Draupadi and Somalia and Kashmir, but now I am no one. In fact.. " his voice quavering with indignation , " it is now that this Utopian society has choked the artist in me, I have become myself. " He buried his head in her belly and she felt his tears and kisses both giving her tickles. He slowly moved his hand on her thighs and started kissing on her blouse where he thought her nipples would be. She sat still and while she saw him with a motherly affection, he striped her of every piece of cloth. He stood up and removed her pants to find a lump of mass mocking his virility. Maybe you are too drunk. It's not the whisky, it is you. Me? You don't find me attractive anymore? No. I think you have a sexy ass and juicy bosoms, but it is that I feel like I am gonna fuck a whore's cunt who has a conscience and integrity of Devi Sati. He started it in a serious manner but started laughing like the bully he used to be. She felt offended. Aww, my baby, I am sorry. But promise me you won't tell this to your husband. Why not? 'That is it', his voice segued from playfulness to anger in no time. 'Because it is not your pussy but your act of cheating on your hubby that is arousing for me.' Then don't get aroused and stop making such lame excuses for erectile dysfunction. She snapped back to equal her score. Ohhh, I would love the challenge. I will get erect and fuck you like a real cheap slut that you are, but promise me you won't share this with your husband. She did not say anything but Kush bent down on her and started doing dirty tricks he had mastered over the years. He lifted her legs to bury his face on her crotch and he blabbered like a mad man while licking her wet hole, 'see, you are wet as well. Cheating on your partner is such a turn on. People have gone mad, they think happiness is the what they are born to seek.' He pressed his thumb on her asshole and then inserted it while using his tongue on her clit wildly. She lay down on the bed and started moaning in pleasure. Kush rose his head to catch some breath with his mouth smeared of her vaginal fluid, 'you be the dirty whore for me Alisha. Will you shake your ass on that cheap panjabi mujra that we used to enjoy together cringing and laughing at every voyeuristic detail of the Punjabi bhabhi!! When she returned home the first thing she did was to undress and check her body for any marks left by Kush. She had been very much active sexually and her husband was very open minded. They did play with multiple partners and practised kinky stuffs but she still felt something different when Kush was around. It was like he had championed filth. She remembered how she gyrated her hips on that cringe worthy song today and how he made her lick the whiskey from the floor that she had spilled while dancing. The expletives he used and the gory details of what he fantasised about her filled her with some sort of incomparable sexual ecstasy which she never felt in her husband's company. She had decided to not to tell anything to her hubby as she secretly believed everything Kush had said today. She found herself blushing in the mirror while thinking about how Kush had inserted his three fingers in her asshole and spoke like a raging rapist, 'those motherfuckers say Religion is the opium of the masses. It was my opium too and I don't belong to the category of masses, do I? If I found even a semblance of shit on my fingers, I would make you lick it clean like a dirty pig.' He bit her shoulders in anger which made her cry in pain. 'you mother fucking cunt and your limp dick husband won't understand this, bitch! Just as the religion gave hope and peace to the masses it gave me sacrilege to feast upon. Now there is nothing.' He spat on her face,'there is a void.' Her mobile phone beeped with a message to break her chain of thoughts. It read Kush. She opened the message with the excitement of a teenage lover. It read, 'I had slit my wrist as I die in peace. I did rape the school boy yesterday. I cut his body into pieces and buried in the garden. Hope you would understand this. A world devoid of tragedy is a tragedy in itself. With the stories of a raped school boy, a deranged artist's suicide and a cheating wife's mms scandal what I am giving this world is a Hope...'. She felt sick in her stomach. She read it again in disbelief. '.... Will they ever realise that I was not some petty criminal , I was a martyr?? Goodbye Alisha'.

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The Adventures of a Cuckold - Part -2

Continued...

The bearded Man was a giant of 6’1 with a big face and broad forehead. He was wearing Kurta and Payjama only to make his frame more impregnable. Anupam, after wishing him, paved the way for him while was busy eyeing Shweta with a big grin. Shweat stood up and folded both her hands to greet him and said ‘Namastey’ in a meek hushed voice. He nodded and sat on the sofa. He sat with an authority, inspecting the surrounding with an air of condescension on his face. ‘What have you brought wine for??’ Anupam said that he thought that it will make the ambience more comfortable and will help break the ice. ‘Break the ICE’ said the man in his deep baritone and smiled. ‘Look boy I already told you what I think of my slaves and how I treat them. I do not drink and neither will your wife as long as I am here. If you told her about our meeting and she understands how the things are going to be, no wine is needed to break the ice. This girl will tell me if she is Ok with all this and if she is like the stereotypical slut as you have told me she will not waste much time in shying away.’

Slut!!! Shweta have heard this word very often, in movies, in pornography, from his husband and also from roadside perverts but this was different. The word was directed at her by a complete authoritative stranger and she had to respond to it in a docile manner while looking at him and playing it with comfort. She was a confident lady but for few seconds she couldn’t utter a single word and felt her mouth being very dry. She nodded at him and could barely say ‘Yes Sir’. The bearded man enjoyed the nervousness and started it againg looking at her, ‘My name is Khalid but havn’t he told you how my Hindu slaves address me??’

Shweta- yes sir….i mean Yes Malik.

Khalid - Malik….say it properly, fold your hands and look down while you speak.

It all had started, the time between the real life and Fantacy has passed successfully and it has commenced. Anupam nudged Shweta to stand up. Both stood up and folded their hands to say

‘Namastey Malik’.

Khalid – (to Anupam) Hmmm iski saree utaro.

Anupam had started getting and hard and was wandering if Shweta was wet as well. He slowly started undressing her while she looked down on the floor. Shweta was all wet but she was afraid and ashamed as well. The thought of stopping it all and leaving the suite occurred to her but then she stifled the craving for the moment. She was standing in Red blouse and Petticoat with long Golden Mangal-Sutra resting on her bosom (Khalid had already ordered Anupam to make it as traditional as possible when they had their last chat on phone).

Khalid could see the swell in the Anupam’s pant and said – What are you getting hard for. If you would have been a man already she would not have been craving for other dicks in the street !! (He stood up and approached Shweta) Eh, am I not correct slut, look at me darling!!! (he held her face and made her look at him, Shweta did not know how to handle it, it was like a dream coming true at the cost of losing all respect and shame although her husband stood beside her)

She just nodded and tried to avoid meeting his eyes but the Pathan pulled her by her neck and started sucking her lips passionately. Anupam was awestruck and was watching it with uncomfort as he did not know whether he should undress or start licking her or any other such thing that he has seen in a cliché cuckold porn. But he was sure that the reality was far more exciting and different than the fiction.

Khalid started pressing her boobs while kissing her. The touch of the rough skin tightened Shweta’s nipples and she started to respond to the kiss. Khalid stopped for a second to look at Anupam and asked ‘ have you brought other clothes’. Anupam nodded in yes and before Shweta could take a moment free he pounced on her again and and held her face with one hand while pulling her blouse roughly from the other. Then he used both his hands to tear the red garment apart only to see her breasts draped on a pink bra. He did care to remove it, he just lifted it upwards to set her breast free and touched her pink nipples with her long thick fingers. Shweta closed her eyes and it seemed that the feeling that made her uncomfortable and guilty has subsided and she hardly cared about Anupam’s presence. Khalid took the charge from the back and started squeezing her boobs cruelly while squeezing the nipples hard whenever his hands chanced upon them. Shweta was bending backwards and smooching him like she used to do when her student used to bang her. Anuapam cared the least for any instructions and took her pants down and started stroking his penis . Khalid noticed it from the corner of his eyes and stopped abruptly. Shweta was surprised and came back to senses to find her semi-nude and his husband with his pants down and his hands holding his penis in a confused state.

Khalid frowned, ‘ what is this bastard, did I tell you to undress yourself and show your pathetic wormy lulli to us, dressp up fast Motherfucker.’ Anupam felt a bit hurt because the written abuses from his text messages were less humiliating that to hear it from his mouth infront of her wife. But this is what he craved for. He pulled up his pants and when his eyes met Shweta’s she looked away. Khalid moved like a boss and sat on the sofa only to make it worse for them, ‘so you want to masturbate, eh looser??’

Anupam - I am sorry Sir….er Malik.

Khalid – Remove her Bra.

Anupam unhooked her bra and freed her tits. Shweta’s pussy was drooling, she now felt like a real slave when she had no control over her body, she was half nude with a stranger sitting before her and estimating her body with his piercing eyes.’Remover her Petticoat also’ ordered the pathan.

Anupam did it. Her thighs were shivering out of fear and shame, she was looking down.

Khalid - You hubby told me that you would love to serve a master like a true slut.

Shweta – Ji malik

Khalid - Look at me when I talk to you. You like being humiliated and roughly handed

Shweta – Ji malik (she felt like running away from the scene and drape something on her bod)

Khalid- Your Pimp hubby was correct about you. Are you feeling shy??

Shweta- Little bit

Khalid – Ok come here, first lemme pound you once and when you will be comfortable with your nudity and your hubby’s stupidity I will degrade you more. Come here whore.

Shweta went to him while being only in her red panties and Mangalsutra. ‘Sit down on the floor like a true bitch….yeahh…like this….good girl’ Khalid opened his Payama and asked her to slider hand take out his cock. She could see the big bulge and again felt her shame fading away. She took out the huge circumsized penis and was so glad to see its shape. It was like she had seen never before. The tip of the cock was black and not pink like uncut hindu dicks and no doubt it was bigger in size dan Anupam’s. Before she could do anything with it Khalid held her head and shoved his dick in her mouth and started stroking her head like she was some kind of sex toy. Anupam had already shot once in his pants and was again feeling the erection. After 5 good minutes Khalid exploded in her mouth and pressed her head against his cock so hard tht she couldn’t move an inch. She had never experienced such a cum shot though Anupam few time did begged her to shoot in her mouth and shoot as well but he never forced her to this. And then Khalid held her nose with his fingers to close her nostrils and she started to choke. Anupam wud not know how to react and what to say while he freed his grip after good 20 seconds and Shweta gasped for her life when she jumped back from his clutches.

Anupam was so ecstatic seeing her wife’s mouth filled with cum and he badly wanted to kiss her when he heard Khalid ‘Bring me the napkin you motherfucking cuckold’. He gave him the napkin, Khalid cleaned his penis while shweat sat on floor cleaning the cum from her mouth.

Khalid - Drink it slut, whaterever is in your mouth just swallow it. It is Prasad for Hindu cunts like you. (He winked) Now take out your belt and collar this randi, I will take her to bathroom and let her wash her filthy face.

Anupam did as ordered. Khalid got up and held the belt from its end, ‘ Walk on all 4s like the Kutiya you are, and you, you become a Murga while I take her for a walk’.

Everything happened as he commanded. He stopped in the middle, ‘Get up you hindu whore’ he kicked her buttocks mildly. Shweta got up. ‘Pull down your panties, a bitch do not wear anything except the PATTA’. Shweta pulled off her panties and they both saw that it was wet and the vaginal fluid. ‘Now take the panties and shove it in his mouth but don’t you dare to masturbate motherfucker while we are in bathroom or else I will kick the shit out of your hindu ass.’

Shweta was feeling numb and performed a s a robot. Anupam received her panties in his mouth while squatting in the Murga position. Khalid again pushed the belt and she automatically sat on all 4s and they headed towards bathroom. Anupam could not help but sneak a glance at her wife walking down on the floor like a bitch and her fair round bottoms sashaying in a sexy manner.

In bathroom when she was expecting to be freed and wash her mouth Khalid filled the bucket without leaving her unbridled and when the bucked started overflowing he closed the tap. Then he grabbed her by her hair and made her face sink in the bucket and then took it out. It was so sudden that shweta was shocked nad surprised and before she could cath a breath he did the same 4-5 times leaving her wet and short of breath. Before she could return to normal he kicked her buttocks and said, ‘Back to the room’.

When the came back he ordered Anupam to get up and dry his wife with a towel. He sat on the sofe watching all this with a wicked smile on his face.

Khalid - so I have heard Hindus worship cock?? Eh…slut??

Shweta was still in terror and but she managed to look at him and utter ‘Ji Malik’

Khalid - So hows my cock?? Will my hindu randi worship it??

Shweta - Ji Malik

Khalid - You still feeling some shame bitch?? Lemme train you now.

Shweta GATHERED ALL HER SENSES AND BECAME ALERT, Anupam went few steps back and put the towel on the bed.

Khalid - Stand up. You are a teacher na?? Stand up and put your hands behind you head, lemme teach you what training is, this will help you being strict with you student.

Shweta did as commanded. Khalid moved towards her. ‘I donot like my hindu cunts to behave like Sati-savitri before me, if you would have been so cultured you wud have not been here in the first place. Now it is time you start behaving like a true Randi that you are.

Shweta again started feeling turned on by that firm voice and said ‘Ji Malik’

Khalid - Hey pimp. You just hold your ears and stand and watch. Now all my slut has to do is to smile, smile like a whore does when she see her master. Suppose you are a real Randi and you have to grab my attention, how will you smile.

Shweta managed to put a smile but it was nothing like a smile. She was standing nude with her hands at back, she was not a trained slave and it was so humiliating that she couldn’t make out whether she was hating it or liking it.

Khalid - Hey Pimp look at your whore wife. Now bitch, you smile at me and then look at him and then smile at him like you just earned a new customer and want your pimp husband to be happy about it. Shweta now smiled more convincingly at Khalid but as soon as her eyes met ANupam her smile vanished. Then she remembered how hard Anupam was trying to convince her for all this and now look at the poor chap, he was thinking that he will be masturbating and licking Mater’s cum from her holes but all he is doing is to stand and hold his ears and stare at her like a child from 4^th grade. She somehow felt it so funny that she now laughed a bit.

Khalid - That’s my bitch, now she is enjoying. Now all you have to do is smile. Whatever I do to your worthless body, it is an honour for you, it is like you are receiving an award and all you have to do is to smile in a thankful way. Ok

Shweta - Ji malik.

Khalid started playing with her nipples. She was smiling and he was smiling back at her when suddenly he slapped her face hard. It was not a mild slap by any means and took her by surprise and she became expressionless when he murmured in her ears, ‘What happened, you just got slapped by you Muslim master, its an award for you, aren’t you gonna smile bitch ha?? ‘

Shweta managed to pull the smile back when he slapped her again, though a bit mildly this time. She was again startled but soon she realised what she had to do and started smiling again. Then he made her face Anupam and started squeezing her nipples with one hand and spanking her heavy buttocks with another hand, ‘Keep smiling’ was the only instruction he was repeating and she was doing it. Anupam was feeling so embarrassed and so turned on that he did not know how to react and was watching her with his dry half-opened mouth. Shweta’s pussy started drooling so much that she was feeling uneasy, Khalid was slapping her boobs, pinching her niiples, rubbing her belly n pussy and hitting her ass hard and all she could do is to smile at anupam. Then Khalid grabbed her hair and took her to the mirror. He took out the lipstick from her purse and rubbed it on her lips roughly and then wrote HINDU KUTIYA on her breast and RANDI on her forehead.

Khalid - Now my kutiya is ready, now watch yourself in the mirror and keep smiling.

He held her by her hair and made slapped her once, then twice. She was standing with her hands at the back, scribbled face and body, messed up lips, naked, feet wide apart as he was rubbing her pussy in between and it was drooling heavily. Then came the third blow, she stopped smiling

SMILE was the order and then fourth slap and her eyes filled up with tears. She managed to put the fake smile on when Khalid slapped her neck from the back then one more slap on the face and her facial expression started to change. Anupam was watching all this like an obedient dog with so indifference and pleasure as it was happening to someone he did not knew. Khalid bend her and spanked her ass with 5 tight slaps and when he made her stand straight she broke up. She was crying like a child. Anupam did not move, she wanted to free her self but Khalid was a strong man, she then turned and hugged Khalid and began to sob like a helpless creature. Khalid held her tight. It all went for 5 minutes and when she relaxed, Khalid took her in his lap and went to washroom and washed her face, she again started to sob. She herself hugged Khalid and kissed him. Then he took her back in his arms and came back in the room. It was hard to say whether Anupam was alive or has turned into a stone with a small bulge in his groin area. Khalid put her on bed, he looked towards Anupam and said,

‘I am gonna make love to my darling, you may go to bathroom and masturbate. And don’t you dare to open the door and look at us or else I will take your wife forever’ He winked at shweta and and kissed her while she slid his payjama to allow that huge circumcised cock come out from the hiding and give the pounding her Pussy deserved and craved so badly for.

Adventures of a cuckold couple – Part -1

They were not always like this, they were a normal couple.Anupam and Shweta were sitting on the sofa. The whole ambience exuded a luxurious feel, bottle of wine,cigars , 2 bowls full of berries, exquisite furniture and regal curtains. However, the faces of both, the husband and d wife, were telling a different story. They were nervous and short of words. Anupam would not touch the cgars and would light the cigarette and when their eyes meet he would make hand gestures to suggest that everything would be fine, although he himself was in doubt.

Anupam and shweta were married 2 years ago in an arranged ceremony. Anupam was a Govt. employee while Shweta was a teacher. They had a normal life, ‘boring’ is the term if you want to describe it in absolute terms, bt they were normal as far as their families n society was concerned. They made love, sometimes passionately while sometimes just to break the awkward silence between them. They cared for each other yet they maintained a distance. But one day it changed when Anupam brought some wine home and insisted Shweta to join him. Shweta, after a small ‘out of habit’ resistance agreed. But after 40 minutes it was impossible to say that it was the same couple, they were giggling gleefully, pinching each other, sharing jokes and long smooches. After that day, when they tasted the SIN, they made it a routine. And as it happens, one sin led to d other, and then to the next one and then finally they were sitting in that luxurious suite.

Doorbell rang. Shweta looked anxiously towards her hubby and anupam squeezed her hand and went to open the door. He saw the man, the same man he had a chat on skype and then he met in the coffee house, but this was different. He greeted him by saying, ‘Namastey Malik’, the burly man just smiled arrogantly and den his eyes searched for the WIFE.

One day after drinking wine, they both became quite cosy and during a naughty foreplay started asking each other some kinky questions. Anupam asked Shweta if she was virgin coz he always doubted that as there was no bloodied bed sheets after their first night. Shweta said she was but Anupam sensed that she was just about to tell and then backed off. Anupam looked in her eyes and told her that he licked the pussy of a call girl while he was in college. Shweta was surprised and a bit agitated, but she could only managed to say ‘How could you?? ‘ …Anupam replied, ‘just like you did many dirty things although you don’t have guts to tell them. ‘ Shweta was taken by surprise, she did not said anything for a while and then confessed that she was not virgin. Anupam filled her glass and smooched her hard, he held her big butts in both his hands and murmured in her ears,’its ok darling, I love u and I I will not stop luving u, I also had a pretty active sex life before marriage and I am not ashamed of it.’ Shweta looked in his eyes and slid her hands into his pants and they began kissing wildly. Suddenly Anupam asked if she fucked a bigger penis than his. She started laughing uncontrollably and kissed his cheeks. Anupam blushed and sensed that it was turning him on. He pleaded to her and was rediscovering himself in the process. Later on he got to know that she had fucked 3 different men and the biggest penis she had was of one of his students. Anupam bend down to kiss her belly and asked to narrate his story. Shweta could see the change in his hubby’s behaviour, she knew when he was turned on.

She told him that his student was from lower middle class and belonged to scheduled caste. He fucked him like a monster would fuck a Nympho. Anupam reached for vagina and started licking it like a mad man, ‘pls narrate me a story’ he said.

‘One day Ravi (Prasad) told me to wear a pink panty underneath. I wore saree when I went to school, I wore a pink saree that day. He was waiting for me in basement ‘primary section’ which was the place we often made love because Primary Section was all empty till 12 noon and senior wing got over by 3 PM. He would always bunk the class after 1 and we met each other there.’ Slurrrpppppp slurrpppp was the only sound that Anupam made with his tongue foraying deep in her vagina, and then he lifted his face to say ‘ aage bol’ and den went back into the trans. She continued ‘He was 20 ears old and had failed 3-4 times in 11^th and 12^th and was quite mature, I was 25 but he treated me like a slut when he was on fire. On that day he came swiftly and held me from back and started kissing at my neck. ‘Gulaabi chaddhi pehni??’ I just nodded with pleasure. ‘dekhu to zara Pandit ki ladki kaisi lagati hai isme’, he would always tease me by addressing me as ‘Pnadit ki Ladki’ or ‘Panditain’ and dat also made me drool a lot. He lifted d saree and his black strong hands were straying all over my fair round ass.’ Anupam lifted her leg and started kissing her thighs and sqeezing her butts, then he upturned her and made her sit on all fours while kissing all over her ass. ‘ He called it CHOOTAD, ‘Panditain ki gori chootad’ and would spank it while kissing me on my back.

Anupam spanked her ass and den buried his face in her ass crack. ‘His penis was big and black, not a lulli, a real LUND’ Anupam drilled her asshole with his tongue, for the first time. ‘He pulled my choti while he pulled off my pink panties and den made me sit on floor to suck his Lund. I lifeted my saree to my thighs and squatted and started sucking his long thick dick while rubbing his puffed up balls. He held my head with his one hand. I loved his hand, his strong forearms with lots of veins forming a meshed up network. He used his second hand to rub my face and neck while he also slapped me slowly on my cheeks. He held my neck n made me stand and moved his second hand to finger my wet pussy. I was so hot and burning with lust and I wanted to kiss him so badly but he never kissed me after I sucked his cock. He turned me and said ‘ek pair upar rakho Madam’, I followed his instructions. Then he slid his hands under my blouse and held my waist with his second hand and his dick touched my wide open pussy.’ Anupam would stroke his penis in between and then he would shift between his vagina and asshole licking thm alternately while in between he wud squeeze her nipples and would rub her lips and kiss her thighs like a beggar who just a got so many delicacies in d feast that he doesn’t know how and what to eat. ‘he started slowly by pushing his cock deep and squeezed my breasts so hard that it was painful. He slowly increased the thumping speed and would put his whole weight on me. I don’t know from where I managed that strength to receive all those painful and playful givings and would not move in order to not to disturb the rhythm. After 10 minutes he took out his cock and and said, ‘madam kutiya wala pose banao bench par’ and the way he said it was enough to make me orgasm. I did as he said and would never question him,he spat on his hand and lube my asshole. I wanted to get fucked in the vagina bt that that pause while changing the pose was a relief in itself. Also I knew the moment he wud enter my ass, the pain and ecstacy wud take my attention away from my craving vagina. But then his tip of the cock touched my asshole and he bent forward and said with an evil tone, ‘daal du madam?’ I nodded desperately. He said ‘pehle vo bolo jo kal phone pr sikhaya tha’ and started rubbing my hard nipples. I murmered slowly, ‘meri gaand maro’, he entered my ass with a sudden push and said ‘thoda tez bol panditain’ I was in pain and I moaned, or somewhat begged ‘meri gaand maro plzzz’ this made him so excited that he started pumping my ass like a horse and in the end he held my shoulders and pushed for the last few shots deeply. He…….’ Anupam came before the completion of the story and was bit ashamed. Shweta took the napkin and cleaned the bed sheet and continued slowly ‘ he never used condoms and left his semen deep inside my asshole, mostly he came inside my vagina’ then she took Anupam’s penis and started cleaning it with th napkin, ‘ he always made me did dirty things, things I wud have never imagined myself doing, he made me talk like a whore using all those desi words that was unimaginable for a teacher who lectured so fluently in English that her student even doubted that she wud ever say words like ‘saala’ n ‘kameena’!!!! He wud make me beg and I wud say, ‘main tumari randi hu, mujhe chodo’ and I knew he wud also put d phone on speaker to prove dis to his colony friends and I wud listen some stifled giggles and some murmured curses. Shweta hugged him and said, ‘I am sorry, I m not a whore….if you plz…’ Anupam cut her in between and said ‘I know, infact I love you for all this’ he then hugged her tightly and then said to her’Itne adventure to mene b nai kiye jitney is pandit ki ladki ne kiye hain’ and winked at her only to make her blush.

They were not always like this, now they were a couple in love.

To b continued….

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