Part 2 - II: Payback​

Hi guys, this is Krish, and I am back with another story under the umbrella of office chronicles. This one’s about how I took on my manager and tore her to bits. So here we go…

I had been working in this company for nearly two years now, with a boss who was always on my case and causing trouble and without any recognition for kicking ass day in and day out. My boss was an absolute bitch, she was in her mid thirties, and was divorced. I was 27 and was having the time of my life outside of work, partying, going out on dates and getting some every now and then. About the latter, I was having some fun time at work too, having bedded two sexy bitches from office already (Lavina and Soniya). As a matter of fact, on nights when I was frustrated, Soniya’s was my go-to cunt. She’d take it all and loved being with me despite knowing that I was only in it for sex.

There was this once when I was in a client meeting where my boss subjected me to near humiliation before I decided to turn the tables on her and made her look like a fool in that meeting. I stormed out of the meeting after making my point and typed my resignation almost immediately. That night, I had another extreme and brutal bout with Soniya, so much so, that she had to take the following morning off. I bought her things she asked for and let her sleep in my apartment. When I got to work that morning, I was invited by the HR manager for a meeting. We reneged my terms for staying and seemed to be getting my way.

I felt good after that negotiation. I walked in, and looked at Garima, smirking at her. Ten minutes later, she was called for a meeting and her face was red when she came back. She gave me the coldest stare on her way back to her seat. I ignored and a few minutes later, went out for a smoke break, met with the same HR manager again. We had a good chat and I went back to my desk. As soon as I took my seat, I got an IM from her asking me to join her in a meeting room.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“You resigned, and you negotiated behind my back to get me fired. You thought I wouldn’t know?”
“I was counting on it.”

“How dare you? I’m a manager here you piece of shit.”
“Oh, haven’t you heard? I’m a newly promoted Manager too, and you, Ms. Garima Whatever, are on probation. So stop wasting my time and get the fuck out of my face.”
“You dare speak to me like that?”
“I don’t give a shit. I’ve got Malini’s back.”
“This isn’t over.”

“There are only two ways this ends. Either you kneel before me and ask for forgiveness, or you kneel before me to suck my dick. And from the look of it, I don’t think the second one is likely, because, I don’t just enter every fucking hole, especially since I can’t counton yours being sanitary.”
“You are way out of line now.”

“And I’m out of this meeting room too. I’ll probably just go tell Malini what happened here.”
“What?”

“Well, it only took one conversation to get you on probation. I think I can use this one to fire you.”
“Krish, stop. I’m sorry.”
“Really?”
“I need this job. I’ll do anything.”
“We’ll see about that in four hours.”

I knew I had reeled her in. I knew that if I play my cards right, I can completely destroy this bitch. I went back to my desk and called Soniya to tell her all about this. She, being the obedient darling, followed the instructions I gave her and set up the fifth floor bathroom for me and Garima. The clock ticked along and I waited patiently for it to strike 8. I walked up to Garima’s desk. We were the only two people in our bay.

“Follow me.”
“What?”
“It’s time to walk the talk.”

She was confused and continued walking behind me as I took the stairs to the fifth floor. She seemed tired.

“Get in there.” I said, pointing at the women’s room. She quietly just went in and waited for me. I walked in a couple of minutes later, stood barely a foot away from her, and looked her in the eye. As she looked at me, confused, I slapped her across the face. She looked at me in shock.

“You thought you can bribe your way out of this?”
“What?”
“Whatever this is, it is all to avenge every insult, every bit of humiliation, and neglect that you subjected me to. You’re not getting out of this easy.”
“Look, Krish, I’m sorry.”

I slapped her again. There was silence.

“Strip.”
“What?”

I reached for her shirt and ripped it off her.
“I’ll say things once. You don’t follow, you’ll not leave here how you desire.”
“Ok.”
“Get on your knees and make me an apology.”
“I’m sorry Krish. I’m really sorry. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

I quickly unzipped my pants, pulled out my weener and and stuck it all the way up her throat. She gagged on it for a few seconds and tried to push away. But I already had her by her hair and pinned her on my cock. I let her pull away in a little bit and she was coughing and tearing up. I went back on her grabbing her head and slapping her face with my dick. She knew what she had to do and opened her mouth as I started pumping her. Soon enough, she was responding well to the treatment, giving her everything to the blowjob. In a dickish way, I felt really good and was enjoying myself too. After all, I was fucking the bitch that made me miserable for two fucking years. In about twenty minutes, I felt my dick swelling and preparing to ejaculate. So I reached down for her cunt and started rubbing my thumb on her clit while fucking her throat. She seemed to want to arch back to feel her orgasm, but I had her pinned to my crotch. Turns out, we both let go of our juices at the same time. In my case, I made her swallow all of me without spilling a drop. She seemed exhausted and her make-up was all over the place. She dropped to the floor.

I wasn’t done though. So I picked her up and bent her over on the sink. Before she could realize what happened, I pulled her skirt and her panties in one swift move and buried my face between her ass cheeks.

Garima tasted something different, something which I hadn’t tasted in a while. She was a mother. I don’t know if anyone has ever noticed this, but a mother’s cunt tastes different from that of either a virgin or someone who’s had sex and hasn’t borne a child yet. I liked that and continued mauling her twat with my tongue as she kept moaning, hanging on to the water taps. Her tits had filled up the sink. After a while, she couldn’t stand still and kept grinding against my face in excitement. I knew it was my cue and stuck a couple of finger up her pussy. She groaned as she felt them pierce through her slit. I continued punishing her before I decided to stick a couple of fingers up her ass too. She tried to wriggle away, but I had pinned her hard and there was no getting out of this.

I liked this sight. I liked to see her not having her way with me and being left at my mercy. So I continued pushing her to a point where she started enjoying this. She moaned and squirmed and came on my fingers twice, crumbling to two earth shattering orgasms. She was panting and trying get up off the sink. As soon as she did that I stuck my cock all the way up her pussy, without even a warning. She was completely shaken by that move, but I kept going, it took her a while to adjust to the onslaught. But she eventually did and started screaming

“Oh my god. Oh Shit! Krish, keep going, keep going. Don’t you fucking stop.”

I couldn’t care less though. I just set myself up, grabbed her hair in a bun and started pounding her. Somehow, all the aggression in me translated into the verve in every stroke and she felt the ground break under her feet the way she was being rocked. Her moans were echoing along with sound of my balls slapping against her ass. I picked up the pace and kept going till she pushed back and arched up, welcoming another crazy orgasm. This one was so big that both our thighs were wet. She literally dropped on the sink, but thanks to my grip on her face, she didn’t hit her head.
I wasn’t done though, and I didn’t want her to just have fun. So I used the water to lube her asshole just a little before sticking my cock up her ass. The moment that happened, her eyes just popped out. She started tearing up and begging me.
“Krish, no. Not my ass. No Krish.”

“Well, when did I ever tell you that you were going to enjoy this?”
I said and started ploughing away. I could literally feel her hole stretching and her body trying wriggle off the pain. It took her a while to get adjusted to this and start enjoying. Soon, she was pushing back on my cock and enjoying herself fully.
“Krish, you’re one hell of a fuck.”
“Garima, you are one hell of a whore.”

“Well, I’m not.” She said, ”But you can make me your whore. Aaah! Holy fuck!”

I happened to have a look at her watch. We had been at it for over an hour. But we kept going. There was a point where I forgot that I was punishing this whore and was letting her have fun. I was on the edge and kept going. She probably knew it too and started pepping me,
“Come on Krish. Come for me, fill me up. Come on!”
Several strokes, groans and moans later, I let off my cannon in her ass and she was moaning loud as she felt my warm cum fill her ass up and drip outside. She immediately got off the sink and down on her knees to clean me up

“You seem to be taking this well.”
“I didn’t know what you were made of, or I wouldn’t have treated you the way I did.”
“Really?”
“Does this mean we’re even and you’ll let go of your charges against me?”
“So you can tell people I molested you?”
“What?”
“Garima, I wasn’t born yesterday. And you weren’t the only woman in this bathroom.”

“Who else is here?”
“Babe!”
Out came Soniya from one of the stalls and pulled out the cameras strategically placed in all corners of the bathroom.
“Krish, you killed it. That whole anal bit was ultimate, I came without even touching myself.” she said.
“You filmed me?”

“Well, I knew the second you agreed for a payoff, that you were going to rabbit. You are devious fucking bitch, Garima. I did what I had to do.”
“Krish you can’t do this.”

“I already have. And for your own sake. I want you to let this be.”
“This can’t happen. Krish, you’ll not get away with this.”
“Garima, worst case, I’ll testify that it was you who dragged him here and molested him. Krish will still get away with this.” said Soniya.
“Look, I take care of the women that I sleep with. I’ll take care of you too, and we can continue to have fun. If you behave yourself, we’ll all be fine. Do we have a deal?”
“Ok. Deal.”

“Fine, now get on your knees and eat Soniya.”
“What?”
“Well, she’s the only one who was here and didn’t get any of the action, and I’m tired as hell. Please her.”
“I guess, I don’t have much of a choice.” she said, and got to work.

To be continued

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Part 3 - III: Closing the HR​

Hey guys! Thank you so much for your response to my last two stories. I know it has been a while, but here I am, with the third installment of office chronicles. In this story, I’m going to tell you about Malini, the HR manager in my company that I recently befriended, whilst sticking it to Garima, literally and figuratively, of course.

Malini and I got along effortlessly, ever since the first time we met and I knew I could have some fun with her. I was headed for the door anyway, despite the promotion I got, because I knew I wanted more for myself, much like everyone else. As a matter of fact, Soniya and I had been planning this for a while and we were lucky enough to make it through to the new firm. The pay was more, the firm was bigger, and the perks were greater than I had thought at the time of applying. I now had my own office and was all set to leave at the end of my notice period.

On one of these days, I saw the HR department completely laden with flowers, ribbons and balloons. There were thank you notes with Malini’s face on them. Confused, I called Malini and asked her if she was leaving.

“Hey, Mal. You’re walking?”
“Walking?”
“Yeah, I saw your department and the way they’d dressed it up. So, tell me, are you walking away?”
“God damn it, K. Don’t make it sound like I’m breaking up with you.”

“Anyway, where to now?”
“I’ll tell you when I’m done with all the paperwork.”
“Okay. Is your department taking you out today?”
“No, we’d gone yesterday.”
“How about we go out today?”
“We, who’s we?”

“Who do you want?”
“Not anyone in particular.”
“Me neither. So, I’ll see you in the lobby at 8? We can decide the place later.”
“Done.”

After that I went back to work, and I got a call from Malini at 7:50 to check if I was done. I was, actually, since I had started the day early. So, I just went and told Soniya I was leaving and I’ll see her the next morning and packed up. She was at the lobby waiting for me. Until that moment, I did want her, but that night, I felt a desperation. I walked up to her and asked her.

“Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t really know. Where would you like to take me?”
“Come to think of it, how hungry are you?”
“My appetite kicks in at around 9:30, usually.”
“Oh, then I know just the thing. I’ll bring my car out front for you.”

I said and went to the parking lot, tossed my stuff on the back seat and drove to the front door. She got in the car and we drove away.

“Do you like French food?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Great, then. You’re in for a surprise.”

I got off at the Big Basket store in the neighborhood to pick up a few things and then drove straight to my home.

“K, this doesn’t look like a restaurant.”
“It isn’t.”
“So, where are we?”
“My place.”
“Are we ordering in?”
“Wrong, I’m cooking you dinner.”
“You cook?”
“Well, welcome to Krish’s kitchen!”

We went upstairs to my apartment, which was on the top floor. It was a studio that my brother and I had modelled. I sat her down and brought her a glass of wine.

“Wow, this is a sweet place, dude.”
“Yeah, I designed and painted it with my brother.”
“Cool. It’s actually really swanky. You must have great taste.”
“Thank you.”

I got to work in the kitchen and she was sitting on the counter-stool. It took me almost an hour to finish and serve her.

“K, this is the best meal I’ve had in a long time.”
“You’re welcome!”
“I think I’ve got something for you.” she said and reached for my cheek.

Her soft lips touched my skin and it was more than a friendly peck. It felt like an invitation to me. I hugged her gently and let her go as I cleaned up. She said she wanted to help, and walked into my kitchen. I was about to give her an apron, but before that, she spilled some soup on her shirt. I asked her to go in my bedroom and clean herself up. She went in, and I got back to cleaning up the dining table and the kitchen. Round about when I was done, came a voice from the bedroom.

“K, my shirt is done, I can’t wear it unless I wash it.”
“Okay, then toss it in the washing machine in the bathroom outside.”

“But what do I wear till the time?”
“Open the second draw on my dresser, pull out a t-shirt, and wear it till your laundry is done.”
“Fine, I guess.”

She walked out in a ghastly orange t-shirt that I was going to throw out anyway. But I didn’t say a word and just walked out of the kitchen. She walked out to the balcony. I thought now would be a good time to pour her a drink or two and just loosen her up a little. so I walked out to the balcony with my whiskey cart and started pouring her a drink, and me. I walked up to her, tapped her on the shoulder and offered her the drink.

“Right now?”
“Yeah.”
She grabbed the glass, after which I lit a cigarette. She pulled one for herself and I lit it for her too.
“So, where to now?”
“Here. Bombay.”

“I mean where are you going to be working?”
“The company where we all want to go.”

“Okay. That’s fair. Everyone thinks they deserve better.” I probably knew which company she was indicating, but I chose to condescend instead. We kept conversing for a while, and all this time, she kept looking right at me. That, for me was a first. The feeling that she wanted me kept getting stronger and stronger, and I kept forcing my way through her guard.

Before I could realize, our faces were really close to each other. I put my hand around her waist and looked her in the eye for a few seconds, and before I could make a move, she came closer and pursed my lips with hers. I turned her around and we started kissing each other like maniacs. I reached for her ass and picked her up in my arms as I held her against the wall, sucking both her lips with passion. She was pushing her tongue out, thanks to my hand on her neck, which was choking her gently, and I started sucking her tongue.

She was moaning and seemed to enjoy every second of this. We separated and I could hear her panting. I then went for her neck and started kissing her again, I traced the length of her neck with my tongue, planting kisses along the way towards her ear before sucking her earlobes. Her moans were long and inviting. I kept working my way inside her clothes with my hands as she was grinding on my crotch while pinned against the wall.

I started lifting the t-shirt to bare her tits. She got the cue and took it off herself. She had a lacy brown bra on. Those tits looked like they had practically been sculpted: inch-perfect in shape and size with smooth skin on it. I couldn’t hold back when I saw those melons and buried my face in there. She let out a small grunt as I bit her there. She pulled my face up, kissed me, and said,

“Was this the surprise?”
“Well, there’s more inside.” I said and carried her to the bedroom.

Once we went in, she got off me and pushed me on the bed. She started taking my clothes off one by one and didn’t even care if I lost a few buttons on my shirt in the process. Once she pulled my pants and my underwear off me, my dick seemed to have risen to the occasion where I was going to fuck this amazing piece of art. She kept going down on me, tracing each and every inch of my body, till she reached my cock.

She gobbled it up almost instantaneously and was bobbing on it like crazy. She would, at times, take my balls in her mouth and stroke my dick, or she’d just lick the dickhead and suck on it. I was so turned on by her blowjob that I flipped her over in a 69 position.

Her panties were soaked and I could see a small bush on top of her cunt. She looked just perfect in that. I slid her panty to the side and ran my tongue on her slit. She squirmed and let out a really seductive moan. I started eating her, breaking through her pussy lips, little by little till I could go as deep into her cunt as possible.

The taste and tenderness of her pussy lips and her clit was amazing, and every time I went deep, she’d start going bonkers on my dick and sucking it like crazy. After a few minutes, I could feel her stiffen up, and out came a burst of Malini’s juices and I cleaned her up completely.

I could see that she was exhausted. So, I lay her down and kept kissing her all over her body. I was tracing her spine with my tongue and when I reached the back of her neck, her body began to tremble. My dick was on her ass crack and I was gently, but firmly, rubbing my cock against it. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it and reached backwards for my lips. I must confess, it was one of the sexiest kisses I had ever had. I knew it was time, so I grabbed my dick, found her slit from the back and gently slid into her, only so much that the head was inside her.

During this time, I wanted to see the look on her face, so I held her neck and turned her face towards me. She left out a soft moan when she felt me inside her. I kept looking her in the eye, and sensed anticipation in it, and without batting an eyelid, thrusted half the length of my cock inside her slippery and smooth cunt.

I could imagine that she felt a sharp sense of pain, the way she arched back and let out a loud moan. I pulled out, and gave her one more thrust, this time going all the way in, and she couldn’t control herself. She again reached for my lips and started kissing me, in the process, biting my lips hard. I responded by pulling her neck back and kissing her hard.

“Mal, you’re one hell of a woman.”
”Krish, I want all of you, right now.” And that was that. I lost my shit and started fucking her mercilessly. I could hear the slippery sounds her cunt made every time I pulled back and slammed my cock back in. Her juicy ass jiggled when my balls made contact with it. She took everything I was giving her with loud moans and swears and kept asking for more. I went at it with force and verve and I could feel her pussy gripping me tight.

She was moaning louder, arching back and was holding on to the sheets tight. I reached forward for her lips and kept banging her till she suddenly dropped dead on the bed. I quickly got off her and went down to get more of her juices. Her juicy cunt tasted amazing. She got back up, pushed me down and mounted my dick. I wanted to enjoy every moment of this, so I reached for her back of her head, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her sharply towards me.

“Mal, I want you to keep looking me in the eye as you ride me.”
She started riding me like a pro and would hold her hair up behind her head, and sometimes play with her boobs as her sumptuous ass would keep bouncing on me. I had a feeling that I was close, but a man learns how to hold his load over time. I pulled her close, this time by her nipples, held her hands behind her back, and fucked her from below while sucking on those soft melons. She kept calling my name and after a few minutes, collapsed on me. I still kept stroking her gently, kissing her body so she could regroup.

Soon as she did, I picked her up in my arms with my dick still inside her and held her against the bedpost. It was amazing how flexible she was. At one point, one of her feet was on the ground and she was resting the other on my shoulder as I was pounding her in a standing position. I then picked her up and held her against the closet door and kept banging her with all my strength.
“Cum for me Krish. Come on!”
“Yeah, baby. Get some, aah!”

“Krish, aah! I’m almost there. Keep going, keep going. Yes! Keep going Krish.”

We both had reached the end and were moaning out loud. Streams of body fluids flowed from my dick and her twat, mixed with each other and draining out of her cunt along the sides of my shaft, all the way to my balls. I was jeered and her face had the look of satisfaction on it. She collapsed on my chest, with her arms around my neck. I picked her up like that and put her on the bed gently. I then picked up my pack of cigarettes and lit one. We were both smoking of the same butt and I looked at her.
“That was amazing, K!”

“You were amazing, Mal. Are you safe or should I get you a pill?”
“Don’t worry about it. I have some at home.”
“Well, it is Friday night, you are unemployed at the moment, I can’t imagine you have too many plans?”

“I did have a few. But all that can wait.”
“So, if you’re going where I think you’re going, I’ll see you at work on Monday.”
“What?”

“Oh, haven’t you heard? Today was my last day too.”
“God damn it, Krish.” She said, and kissed me once again.
“I brought you here to surprise you. But I must confess, I ended up surprising myself. How about I cook you breakfast tomorrow?”
“As long as we can eat it off each other, why not?”

“French?” I said and kissed her. We cuddled the night away, and I knew I had this one in the bag.

To be continued….

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Part 4 - IV: Fare-Thee-Well My Ravishing Office Slut​

Hi everyone. I did receive a great deal of positive response to my stories, which has, in turn, encouraged me to submit a new one. Folks, I want you to realize that while it may be cool, at times, to make women your sluts in your bedroom, you can’t give them up in the open. So, I request you all, to please not ask me for the contact details of the women I sleep with.

I have written a couple of office sex stories about having wild sexual encounters with two women from my office and also another story about a passionate night I spent with another beauty, who was my friend at work. This time though, Lavina, my ravishing slut from the first story, chose to narrate a sexual encounter between us from her perspective.

So, here goes:

What I had with Krish the other night in the women’s room was really special. I had sexual desires which were crazy, but I definitely didn’t have the stomach to try and fulfill them. I had my hesitations when it came to making moves. But when I saw Krish bang Soniya with such intent and in an office toilet during late hours, the bold side of me was bared. I had never seen a more powerful pounding in my whole life, let alone experience it.

From that day on, I wanted to feel that. The rest, as they say, is history. I’ve been sleeping with Krish for almost a year and a half now, and now, my parents want me to get married and move to Bangalore. I didn’t want to get married at the time, to begin with, and worse, Krish and I were now going to be in different cities.

So I told Krish about this and he, being a gentleman, shook my hand and wished me well. I couldn’t take it well though, so, I held him by his wrist and dragged him into a meeting room.

“Lavina, what are you doing?”
“Krish, I tell you I am getting married and this is your reaction?”
“Look, Lavina, I like you, but you knew what the terms were between us. If you’re moving on now, what am I supposed to do?”

I just stood there for a couple of minutes, not knowing what to say. But in all fairness, Krish was right. I just apologized and walked out of the meeting room, and we both got back to work.

Three days later, I was sent a meeting invite by Krish. It was supposed to be a performance review and was scheduled for late in the evening on Friday when most people would be gone. I went into the meeting room, where he was waiting for me.

“Okay Lavina, you know why we’re here”, he started. We discussed my performance for the next fifteen minutes. It was a serious discussion, but at the end of it, Krish kind of burst out into laughter.

“What happened?”, I asked him.

“Lavina, you really think this is a performance review meeting?”, he laughed. “I know you’ll be gone at the end of this month, so why would I waste my time reviewing your work?”

“Why did you?”

“Listen, I’m not all happy and cool that you’re leaving, but we have to move on. But that doesn’t mean that I am going to give my sweetest bitch a parting gift.”

My eyes lit up when he said that, and I was unable to conceal a smile. Two nights before my wedding, I told my parents that my friends from college had planned a bachelorette party for me and left. Krish had asked me to come to one of the best hotels in the city and had sent a car to pick me up.

“Hello.”
“Krish, I’ve reached.”
“Get off at the porch and walk to the front desk.”
“Ok, I’m there.”
“There’s a guy named Aaron at the desk. Ask him where the party is.”

She was still on the phone and I could hear her talking

“Hey, Aaron?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Good. Now, where’s the party at?”
“Oh, it’s just getting started, here you go.”
“Thanks.”
“No fluids on the carpet, please,” Aaron said to me, winking. He probably knew why I was there. Maybe he knew Krish.

Krish started calling out on the phone.

“Hello… Hello… Lavina!”
“Yeah, Krish.”
“Did you get the key card?”
“Yeah.”

“Walk to the elevator, the man by the elevator has something for you.”
“Ok, what do I tell him?”
“He knows what you look like. Don’t worry.”

A bald man walked up to me and started talking.

“Hello Miss, I’ve got something for you. Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me. Thank the man who’s waiting for you.”

I got back on the phone.

“Krish, what is all this?”
“Don’t worry. Just get on the elevator and walk through the door to my suite.”
“Okay.”

I got upstairs in about three minutes and I opened the door. The lights were all turned off. The door closed behind me and I started walking in and called out Krish’s name.

“Krish!?”
“Yes, my dear?” he said, holding my waist from behind. I started trembling. He whispered in my ears.

“Open the box in your hands.” I could feel his breath on my neck. The box had, what looked like a blindfold in it.
“Put it on”. he said.

“Lavina, I told you I have a parting gift for you. But it is for me to have a night with you. I am going to do things to you as I see fit because, at the end of the day, you still are my whore.”

“Yes, I am.”

He quickly put his hands in my hair and pulled the pin binding them in a bun. My hair immediately dropped down.

Krish then held my hands at the back, pulled me towards the couch and dropped me on it. He then used, what felt like his tie, to tie my hands behind my back.

Krish came back close to me, pulled my neck towards him, and bit my ear, just enough to make me moan in pain. He then whispered to me.

“What’s on your mind?”
“Just make me yours tonight.”
“I’m just getting started.”

He held me by the back of my neck and I could hear some clinking. He then brought his other hand close to my blouse and used his little finger to slightly pull the blouse. A little bit later, I felt sharp chills on my tits. He had dropped ice cubes inside my blouse, and because I wasn’t wearing a bra, the cubes were in direct contact with my tits and I was feeling the heat along with the chills.

“You like it, huh?” he said, his thumbs fiddling with the ice cubes in my blouse from the outside.
“Ooooh God! I like it baby, I love it.”

“I asked you to wear a tight blouse.”
“Oooh, yeah!”

“But good that it still has room for something more.”
“Oooh shit, Krish, don’t stop.”

He played with the ice cubes for a little more time, pressing and rubbing them against my nipples and sucking off the drops of water they left on my cleavage.

“Krish, this is making me go mad.”
“Is it, now?” He said as he grabbed my neck and pinned me down on the couch.

I heard another noise, that of his fly going down, and before I could react, a hard, warm boner snuck into my blouse, with veins running all over it

“Krish, I love your cock”, I screamed out loud in pleasure.

He started moving his dick gently inside my blouse and was fucking my tits. I kept moaning and enjoying the way he was treating me. During this, as my head was dropping on the couch, he slapped me and picked me up by my hair.

“Having fun, are we?”
“Ooooh.. Yeah.. Aaah.. Krish..” was all I could manage. He slapped me again.

“I asked you a question, Lavina!”
“Aaaaaah.. yes, it feels so good”

I then felt him moving my pallu on the side and in the process; he ripped off the blouse where the pallu was pinned up.

I was really turned on by his rough treatment as he continued fucking my tits hard. My moans were uncontrollable and my breath very deep. Once such deep breath, and I felt that my blouse was stretched to the limit. Krish must have felt it too, so took his cock out, slid his hand into the blouse, grabbed the bridge, and ripped it off me.

“Aaaaaah..”I screamed out.

The molten ice cubes, the AC, and the fact that I was literally just pulled out of my clothes were all giving me chills. My breathing became heavier. Krish took my blinders off and let me look at him.

We hadn’t had sex in a month and I didn’t get to see what he was hiding under his clothes. I did get a feeling over the past week that he seemed a lot bigger than before. But when I saw him without a shirt and his pants barely holding on to his waist, I was stumped. His already ripped body was stacked a little more with larger muscles and he had also got a new tattoo on his chest, which looked incredible. He then came closer to me, lifted my chin and asked me,

“You like what you’re looking at?” he asked me.
“I’d kill for what I am looking at.”

He grabbed my shoulders and got me back on my feet as he kept looking me in the eye. This time, I went closer to his ear and whispered.

“Make me your bitch.”

He pulled me back by my hair, and while looking me in the eye, he untied my hands and said,

“Let me make you my bitch.”

The moment my hands were free, I pounced on him and started kissing him like a wild tigress. I went as deep as I could and was biting his lip. He, in turn, bit my lip and made me bleed a little.

My moans were suppressed by our kiss which didn’t seem to end at all. I was running my hands all over his body and when I reached his waist, I quickly undid the buttons of his pants and pushed it down. For the first time, that night, I was able to grab his boner.

His hands though moved from my back to my ass, squeezed it and spanked it, before moving back upwards into my hair. He pulled my hair back and started going down with his kisses, biting my neck in different places, and then my shoulder blades.

There was something about him that night, which made me feel that he wanted to destroy me. But I was okay with it. I had met my groom, and I knew that I would prefer Krish in my bed over him any day. If this was to be our last night, I’d rather him destroy me in the process of giving me pleasure than leave my hanging and intact for the douche that was taking me away.

He then took me towards the couch and sat down on it. He then made me sit in his lap with my legs on either side of him. His teeth were leaving behind plenty of marks for me to remember him. A while later, he stopped with his kissing and biting and put his hands on my tits. His long fingers were kneading them, and I couldn’t control my moaning.

“Aaaaaah.. Yes baby.. More..”

My nipples were trapped between his fingers and pulled as he was feeling every part of my boobs. He kept going harder and harder and I was moaning and screaming in pain. Weirdly enough, I could hear some whispers near the door, but I chose to ignore them, as this night was not going to come back in my life.

“Krish, I want you to taste my tits and suck them limp.”

The pain had never felt so pleasurable, and I was enjoying my body being taken apart, bit by bit. His teasing and punishing knew no bounds. He put me down on the ground like a baby and pulled out the folds of my saree tucked in on my waist. I lay there, looking at him in expectation, and he said to me:

“Reach for my cock. Do your best with my cock. Let me see how good you are.”

That was my cue to return him the favor. He was doing all of this for me and I felt obliged to pleasure him. I reached forward and grabbed his fat cock and put my lips on its tip. I started nibbling on it with my tongue and looking at him. He seemed to enjoy it and was looking at me in anticipation.

Finally, I took his cock in and was sucking on it. I loved his balls which were always loaded for me and gave the tastiest load ever. I was caressing them, massaging them, and sucking them from time to time. Well, I knew he loved sloppy blowjobs. So I kept slurping and gagging on his dick. He seemed to be enjoying this.

He grabbed my hair and was stroking his dick in my mouth in rhythm. After a while, he pulled my head off his dick and kissed me.

When we broke the kiss, he spat in my mouth and made me spit on his dick. He would then push his dick all the way in and pull out. And to make sure it goes all the way in, he was pumping my mouth really hard and from time to time, he would pull out, and slap my face with his dick. He hadn’t yet touched my cunt, but my hold was broken loose and out poured my cum like a waterfall.

“Aaaaaah.. aaaaaah.. Krish.. I’m cumming..” is all I managed before I almost fell backward. My face was smudged with my saliva and his dick with my lipstick.

I now lay on the floor half dead, but Krish wasn’t done. He pulled my saree and my inner skirt off me and all I was left in were my thongs. The bitchy side of me was awakened and I crawled to him and kissed his cock.

He was already on his knees and I got back to playing with his dick. He bent over me and reached for my thong, and that was when I knew that something new was going to happen. Something he hasn’t done to me before.

Before I could react to what he was doing he reached behind me and grabbed the thread of the thong, running along my ass crack, and was stretching it. I thought he was going to move it over and toy with my cunt. Instead, he curled it on his finger and started rimming my pussy with it.

I was enjoying it to the fullest and was going bonkers on his dick. The slurping noises were extreme as I sucked his cock and as he gained momentum, my moans were uncontrollable.

As I moaned, my mouth was still around his dick and I was drooling over it and spilling it on the carpet too. He still hadn’t touched my cunt with his hands, and I was about to cum for the second time already.

While I was on the edge, the thong snapped. Krish got up on his feet and just picked me up by my hips with my feet hanging in the air above my head. That was the first time I felt skin on my pussy. He started pumping my twat with his fingers and was so brutal with it that I came in seconds. Thirsty as he was, he drank me dry.

“Enjoying much?”
“Horny much” I responded, panting.
“How horny?”
“Just fuck me already.”
“Uh-huh, not so easy.”
“What?”

He didn’t say a word. He just picked me up and bent me over the couch. I thought he was going to fuck my brains out. But he had other plans. I could feel something going inside my pussy, it was definitely not a dick.

I tried to get back up, but Krish pinned me down and spanked my ass hard. Curious as I was, I was already at his mercy, so I just turned around to see what he was up to, and I saw him pushing my thong inch by inch in my pussy. He was teasing me way too much and I was getting incredibly restless.

“Just fuck me already”, I said to him. And in return, I got a really hard spank on my ass. He had slowly pushed my whole panty in my pussy and was trying to stretch my ass next. I had never been fucked in the ass before and I am normally a little too worried about it, so I instinctively just wriggled out of it. Krish, in reaction, pulled my neck back and whispered to me,

“You don’t want it, I won’t do it.”
“No.. Do what you want to do to me, I’m all yours. I want you to use me any way you like.”

The moment I said that he shoved his thumb all the way up my ass. I felt a sharp sense of pain and moaned out, so did he. But he kept pumping my ass for a while, and I started enjoying it. He was slowly stretching it and my ass was letting him in. No one did this to me before and I felt so good.

“Aaaah.. Fuck.. Ow.. Just like that..” I said as I was pushing back on his fingers.

Now as he was doing this, he started pulling out the thong in my pussy with the other hand and the tension on it was making me hornier by the second. Finally, the thong slipped out with a ‘pop’ sound and his fingers were out of my ass too. I turned around to see what was going on, and within that moment, he had shoved his dick all the way up my cunt.

“Aaaaaaaaah.. aaaaaaaaah..” I screamed out in pleasure and threw my head back. He grabbed my hair and started toying my cunt with his dick. Pulling out and pushing all the way up over and over before he started to pound my pussy. I saw him sniffing and licking my thong as I looked at him, my moans were getting incredibly loud. He took notice of that, and shoved the thong in my mouth, holding on to it.

The whole act was so sexy and so hardcore that we both had lost control. I was particularly feeling amazing as his long dick and found his way to my womb almost. He kept at it, banging me hard, The panty in my mouth tasted a cocktail of my juices, his precum and my lipstick. I was enjoying so much that I must have sucked all my juices off it as my spit was dripping out of my mouth.

“Nice, that’s more like my bitch”, he said to me. “Now, back your cunt up and down my boner as I continue to stretch your ass.”

This was the first time he was ordering me, and I was enjoying it. His fingers were stretching my ass as I rode his dick holding on to the backrest of the couch. In the meantime, I heard the doorbell.

“Someone’s at the door love,” I said to him, his dick still inside me.
“Who is it?” he yelled out.
“Room service, your order is here.” said the voice behind the door.
“Lavina, go get it from him,” he said to me.

I was naked, that’s probably what made the whole thing kinky. But I was still game.

“No one’s going to see you” He reassured me. “You’re my bitch, and no one gets to see this fine body, perhaps except your would-be husband.”

I walked towards the door stark-naked, opened the door a chink. The waiter stood there with a can of Red-bull.

“Your order, ma’am.”

As he said this, I could feel Krish playing with my pussy at the back. He was pulling me back just a little bit as if to push his boner inside me.

“Thank you,” I said, with a little bit of discomfort.

“Anything else, ma’am?”

The moment he ended that question, Krish rammed his dick in my pussy.

“Aah!” A meek scream escaped my mouth, right in front of the waiter.

“Nothing. Thank you”. And then Krish grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Before the waiter could respond, the door was slammed shut in his face. Krish had my hips pinned to the door and held my hair in a bun. His strong grip made my back arch like a bow.

“Mmmmm…. aaaaaah…. fuck…. Krish… this… is… amazing.”

His intensity shook the whole door and the adjoining wall incredibly.

“Oh… My… God… Keep fucking me like that…”

His dick was exploring the parts of my pussy, I didn’t know existed. Within minutes, I threw my head back, and came so hard, I couldn’t feel my legs and I slumped to the floor. Krish then picked me up and carried me to the bed.

“You okay?”
“This is incredible Krish. I can’t remember the last time I was fucked so hard for so long. And you seem to be hard still.”
“I am. Perhaps we can get back to it once you’re good.”

He said and started drinking his red bull. He had one sip and looked at me.

“Want some?”

I nodded in the affirmative. He took a sip of red-bull, came to me, made me open my mouth, and spat in it. I, being his dutiful slut, swallowed it immediately. He did the same thing a few more times. After this, he turned me over, and I waited in anticipation of what he was going to do next.

He took a sip of his drink, stretched my ass, and spat the red bull in it. It was extremely kinky. I was turned on so much by everything he was doing to me, and without any hesitation or second guesses, I said,

“Fuck me in the ass, Krish.”
“Lavina, are you sure?”
“Let’s go for it.”

He just kept looking at me, teasing my pussy and my ass as he did it.

“Just fuck me already,” I screamed out, unable to take any more of the teasing.

He gently pushed his dick up my ass. The moment I felt his dickhead go inside me, I felt an excruciating pain. I wanted to scream and wriggle out of his hold in the beginning, but I wanted this. I wanted him to fuck my brains out. So I just buried my head in the pillow and let him work his way inside me.

Krish was probing my ass, little by little, and finally, his dick was fully inside me, my eyes had turned red, and the pillow was blotted with my tears. Krish lifted my face and asked me,

“Are you alright?”

I just nodded quietly. He pulled out and started stroking his dick over my pussy which was wet. He also reached forward and kissed me, as he pushed his dick back up my ass.

The pain was incredible, but I loved how Krish went gentle on me to make sure I was comfortable. I didn’t think he could do that. It took me a while to ease off and enjoy this new experience. I was now backing my ass up his dick and fucking him. He got the hint and started pumping me, picking up the pace.

Apart from rocking my world, which he does, every time, he was rocking the whole bed and the ricketing and squeaking perfectly matched my moans and his grunts as he was mercilessly fucking my ass.

My ass cheeks were the color of blood because of his spanking and my shoulder blades and neck had bite marks on them. I felt like a hooker as he was feasting on my body and I was enjoying that to the fullest.

“ Ohhh… Krish… This is great, keep going, come on.” I moaned out and I came for the fourth time in one go. Krish was looking a bit tired too.

“How do you like your parting gift?”
“Incredible. I can’t believe I’m never going to get this again.”
“And what am I getting in return?”

I really wanted to make this experience worth it for him. So, I pushed him down on the bed, got on top of him and slid his dick in my ass. I started riding him, gripping him by his shoulders. He loved me riding him and the sight of my tits bouncing in front of his face. I really wanted it to be a seductive experience. I grabbed my hair behind my head and was riding him at a steady pace, talking dirty to him.

“You like me riding your dick like that?”
“Yeah.”

“You love your whore, huh? Tits bouncing in front of your face. A juicy ass bouncing on your cock.”

Hearing all of that made him crazy. He started grabbing my tits and squeezed them, one after the other as he raised his torso. He was slapping them one after the other and turning the screws on my nipples.

Krish then held me by my nipples and pulled my body towards him. He pinned my hands behind me and started banging me like crazy. My hair covered both our faces and he slid underneath to suck my tits, he started biting them, leaving behind some marks. I felt him grunting and panting and realized that he was close. As a matter of fact, so was I.

He slid out of my ass and went inside my pussy once again. He also had his fingers up my ass. I was enjoying all of this so much that I just kept taking whatever he was giving me and came hard. Seconds later, I felt warm, thick jizz filling up my asshole. Krish had let go of his cannon inside me. I could feel his dick sliding out my pussy and his hot cum oozing out.

“You are a lovely bitch”, he said to me. “I am not sure if I am ever going to find a whore like you.”

“I loved it, Krish. We have the whole night to ourselves. I want you to rock my world the whole night before I get married the day after.”

That night, he fucked me again and this time, the marks of his fingers and his teeth were all over my body. In fact, my asscheeks even bled a little because of the spanking and the biting, I think it there will be a permanent scar there, but I love it, especially since it came from Krish. I am married now, and I just got back from my honeymoon in Colombo.

My husband fucked me a few times there, but it was nowhere close to what Krish gave me. I seem to have missed my period, and for some strange reason, I hope that, if I get pregnant, I’d rather it be Krish’s kid.

………

So, guys, that was my last night with Lavina before her douchy husband took her with him to Bangalore. Lavina and I are still in touch. If you love this story, please share your feedback.

I’m now about to take a job which involves my traveling the whole country and to other countries as well. During these travels, I’d be happy to hook-up with women of the ISS fraternity aged between 21 and 40. If anyone’s interested, please write to me at: krish.jalan15@gmail.com.

Part 5 - V: Traveling On Work​

I apologize for not having written for almost a year now. Life has been really crazy and also, I had been getting far too much action to conveniently pick one incident. So, let’s all get right into it.

To pick up from where I left off, I took on a new job and was having an open relationship with Malini. This job involved me travelling a lot around the globe and during one such business trip to Delhi, I met the woman of this story.

I was at the hotel my clients had put me up in, and there was an art exhibition going on in there. I had some time at my disposal and because I had to hop on to my flight straight from a meeting, I was already dressed for the occasion.

The art over there was not exactly appealing, but over there, I did come across another stunning piece of art: god’s own creation. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to talk to her. I started walking towards her, but she was seemingly walking out of the gallery.

I followed her as she headed for the smoking zone. I nonchalantly whipped out a smoke and lit it as she was browsing through her clutch for a light. That gave me the opening I needed.

“I’ve got you covered this time, chill.”
“Sure, Mr. ‘got me covered’. What do folks your age call it these days, ‘hip’?”

“I am a wee bit old for that stuff. By the way, you are one of the very few I know that smoke David-off. You sure do know your stuff.”
“You’re the only other person I’ve seen smoking Davidoff.”

“Well, picked it up when in college, don’t like anything else as much. I am Krish, BTW.”
“Amrita.”

We spoke for a while and man, I was stunned by how amazing she looked in her green sari, matching accessories and gentle make-up. She must have seen me looking at her but didn’t seem to care too much. Seeing that this was going nowhere, I cursed my luck a little in my head. Roundabout when I was going toss the stub, I said to her,

“It was a pleasure, Amrita. I hope I was decent enough company in what seemed like a much-needed smoke break for you.”
“Honestly, you’re far better than the bickering old women I escaped from in there.”

“Well, that certainly serves as a confidence booster, being better than bickering old women.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m just joking. So, I’ll leave you to it, and help myself to a coffee inside.” I said and stuck my hand out to shake hers.

To my surprise, she said, “Better still, how about I join you for coffee? It’d save me the horror of going back into that room.”

I was slightly taken aback, but I chose not to make too much of it and walked into the hotel and into the coffee shop with her.

“I’ll have a caramel macchiato. Thank you. Krish?”
“I’ll have an Americano and some honey, please.”

We got talking for a little longer and I saw a slight change in her behaviour during this time. Most of the sentences and words she chose came with a rather sexual connotation. I, being the gentleman that I was, just played along nicely. A while later, she said,

“Honestly, I’ve not had such good company in a long time.”
“Well, Amrita, thank you very much for keeping me company. I would have been bored to death browsing through TV in my room.”

“In which case, the night isn’t over yet. Do you want to go out somewhere?”
“I don’t mind that. Except, I don’t know much of Delhi. So, you’re going to have to choose where we go. Yeah?

“We can go to my restaurant if you’d like.”
“I do stay in hotels from time to time, but I always prefer cooking a meal for women as opposed to going out to restaurants.”

“In which case, we can go to my kitchen and you can work your magic there.”
“Depends, what do you fancy today?”

“Anything European? I’m sick of Pizzas and Pastas though. Just saying.”
“Sure, do you have some wine at your place, or we can pick up a few from here.”

“I might have champagne at home.”
“In which case, allow me a few minutes.”

I went in and came back with a bottle of Rioja because I was fancying some Spanish food that night. We then left for her place, picked up some groceries on the way.

About an hour later, we had a delicious spread laid out in front of us, some Ensalada Temporada de, Paella, and Flan to close out the meal. She loved the meal.

After that, we both grabbed ourselves a glass of wine and stepped out to enjoy the autumn breeze of the once magnificent city. When I looked back in from her patio, I discovered a gramophone and started geeking out on it.

“Wow! Does this work, or?”

“It’s my dad’s. Just as new as the day, it was bought. Would you like to play something on it?” She said, pointing to a small rack full of vinyl records. I went in and chose the obvious: Miles Davis.

“As I said, you’ve great taste.”
“I can shake a leg too,” I said, and stuck out my hand, asking for hers. She looked at me with a sly smile and then took my hand.

While dancing with her, my hands were perfectly placed: my hands were originally on her back and her shoulder, which then moved to her loins when I broke through and got a little closer to her. I then slid one hand upwards just inches away from her breast. I could feel her body shudder just a little.

I was looking straight into her eyes and I could see the desperation in them. She wanted me to make the first move, but I wasn’t going to let off my fuse too easy.

I was starting to breathe down on her neck and her cleavage and was continuing to look at her I could see her exhale sharply and close her eyes for a second. Right at that moment, I squeezed on her hip and moved my hand further up such that my thumb was right under her right boob. That was it: She got on her toes and kissed me that instant.

We were just grabbing each other wherever we could and trying to chew the lips off each other’s face. I pushed her against the wall and pulled her pallu aside. Her tied up hair was already a mess and she reached back and removed her clutcher, letting loose her dark, waist-long hair.

I was enjoying the sexy view of a horny middle-aged woman at my mercy while she was undoing my belt and the button of my pants. I grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head on the wall. I looked into her eyes as if to say she was mine and I own her.

I then put my right hand on her waist, pushed it firmly against the wall, slid my hand further below to where her sari was clinging on, stuck my hand through its folds, grabbed them in a bunch and just ripped them out: all of this while staring into her eyes.

She was taken aback by my body language and was in anticipation of what came next. I then let go of her hands and start kissing her while my hands worked on her petticoat and the rest of her sari, opening it up and pulling it away from her waist.

My lips slid from her lips to her chin and then to her neck, tracing its length and leaving a wet trail of my tongue all along. I bit her near her shoulder blade as she moaned in my ear and tugged on my hair. I traced my way back towards her face and her lips were surely waiting in anticipation of mine.

As we were kissing each other, I worked my way through her blouse and her bra, almost ripping them off her tits and she was completely naked waist-over.

Those melons were too firm to be stuck to the body of a 40-year-old woman. The curious me explored its surface in a sensual way and discovered scars on the underside. The bitch had implants. I grabbed her neck and whispered to her,

“So, you’re all about trapping men with your money and your mounds, eh?”
“It worked, right?”
“Well, for me, yes. For you, I’m not so sure.”

“Why’s that?”
“Because you’re mine for the night.”

She just looked at me, surprised as I grabbed her face with my left hand and was massaging her tits with my right hand. As she was looking at me, wondering what was going through my mind, I slapped her left boob hard. She almost screamed out loud.

I then got behind her and stuck one hand into the leftovers of her saree and in-skirt, playing with the fabric of her pantie which was stuck to her cunt lips, still with a grip on her face. She was getting wetter by the second and was grinding her ass on my cock, feeling my fingers teasing the whore in her.

I then lowered my hand on her cheeks towards her neck and squeezed it as I bit her ears and pushed my fingers inside her pantie, making her moan like a bitch. She was totally at my mercy now and I was enjoying this.

My hands moved further, grabbing her hair and moving off her pussy on to her boobs, as I flicked her nipples hard and made her scream.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I said, flicking her right nipple. She moaned in my ear. I pulled her hair and flicked her nipple again,

“I asked you a question.”
“Aaah! Yes!” she said.

I flicked her nipples a few more times and sucked on her neck till my cock was at its prime, raring to break out of the hold of my pants. I think she understood it when I let go of her tits.

She quickly turned around and got out of her sari and in-skirt and then got on her knees to take my pants off. I lowered my pants and my boxers unveiling my manhood and she let out a sigh. A sigh that was more of a surprise than of relief. I wanted to soak it all in and see how she reacted to what she saw.

She gently wrapped her fingers around my boner and stroked it up and down, getting a sense of how hard I was. She then took the tip of my dick in her mouth and looked up at me. Her nibbling on my dickhead was teasing me too much, and I couldn’t take it any longer than two minutes.

So, I grabbed her head and started pushing my cock down her throat, gagging her in the process. I’d face-fuck her every few seconds and then drive my dick all the way down and choke her, making her gasp and drool all over her tits, my cock, and the floor.

Her face was a sight: make-up wearing off from the cheeks, tear traces on either side of her face marked by her kohl, her lipstick smudged brutally on and around her lips and on my dick, mixed with her saliva. She looked like an A-list whore at that point and I couldn’t get enough of her.

I dragged her to the couch nearby and she lay on the floor resting her back on the edge of the couch.

I then put one of my legs up, grabbed her hair and pulled her head between my legs, and started pile-driving my dick down her throat. She seemed to love it, the way her tongue played on my dick. I was going so hard on her that every time I pulled out, it would make her cough out.

After about fifteen minutes of this onslaught, I felt the cum inside me build up, but I didn’t want to let go of my load so soon, so I pulled out of her mouth and kissed her. I pulled her up by her hair and continued kissing her, leaving behind a few marks on her neck and her collarbone. She just took it all by moaning in my ears,

“Aah! I’ve never experienced anything like this.”
“Like what?”
“No one has treated me like this before.”

I slapped her and asked her.

“Treated you how?”
“Like a whore.”

“You are a whore, aren’t you?” I said, my hand reaching for her clit and rubbing it.
“Yeah! Aah!”

“Yeah, what?” I pulled her hair back and slapped her.
“I am your whore.”

“And what is it that whores do?”

She looked at me, licking her lips, and said, “Take whatever their masters give them.”
“Yeah?”

“Do whatever you want to do to me. Take me any which way you like. Just make me your bitch.” she said and continued moaning as I kept on tugging her hair and rubbing her pussy.

I kissed her one more time and threw her on the couch. Then, I got down on my knees, spread her legs, and sniffed on her pussy. Her smooth pussy was made smoother by her juice which was dripping out of her whore cunt. I slapped on it once, staring into her eyes, and she moaned out. I enjoyed it and slapped her again.

I then flicked her clit with my tongue and slowly, I transitioned into eating her pussy, her moans painting a rather sensual picture around my brutal assault on her womanhood. I was tugging on her cunt lips repeatedly and biting on them as my tongue pierced through them and explored nooks and corners that she herself found for the first time.

Following that up, I inserted my middle finger into her pussy while continuing to the nibble on her clit. My ring finger and index finger followed suit as I kept stroking her pussy hard. I grabbed and pulled her head once again, making her watch me finger-fuck her, and there she was, crumbling to her first orgasm.

She threw her head back and let her taps lose, squirting on my palm, and I was more than happy to suck her nectar off my hand and off her pussy.

Before she recovered from what seemed to be an earth-shattering orgasm, I quickly positioned myself between her legs and drove my dick through her pussy with all my might. Her eyes almost popped out as she screamed in pain.

I waited for her cunt to adjust to the girth of my cock and then started picking up the pace, grabbing her waist with one hand and holding her by the back of her neck with the other. She too was gyrating on my boner making it a more enjoyable fuck for the both of us.

I could feel her body twitching, so I grabbed her neck and choked her while picking up the pace to drill her hard. After about a few minutes she stiffened up and let out a grunt. Such was the power of her , that my dick got pushed out by her gushing cum. She grabbed me hard and started kissing me like a wild beast and I let her have it.

She then turned me and got on top of me, set my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and lowered herself on it slowly.

She started grinding me, throwing her head up every now and then enjoying herself. I, who wanted to go full throttle, grabbed her by her nipples and pulled her close to me. She shrieked at this and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I then started moving in and out of her like a piston and the sound of my balls slapping against her cunt was as loud as a spank on her round ass.

Her moans were getting uncontrollable with every stroke and her grip around my neck was getting stronger. She even bit my ear in pain once, to which I reacted by pulling her face up by her hair and slapping her.

The grip of her pussy was getting tighter and tighter and she then almost fainted on top of me, losing her senses to another monstrous orgasm.

The animal inside of me would just not stop. I was so hungry for her body and thirsty for her juices that I tossed her off me and quickly turn over to drink her dry by bending her over the backrest of the couch.

After this, I was teasing her pussy with my dick head, just tracing her slit while caressing her ass for a little bit, but then, I had a different idea. I grabbed her by the face again, kissing her, and took her in towards the bed. I dropped her on the bed gently and I could see that she was starting to get confused with this behaviour.

I gently turned her over butt-up and started eating her again, only this time, I was a lot gentler in my ways. She seemed to be enjoying herself and kept asking for more. I ate her for a little while before I slid over her body, my devil waiting at the gates of heaven.

I pulled her up by her neck, planted a kiss on her forehead, and was staring into her eyes as I shoved my cock into her cunt with brute strength. She let out a wee scream, “Aaah!” I then started pounding her like hers was the last pussy on planet earth.

The sound of my balls slapping against her juicy pussy lips was in sync with her moans and grunts as the aroma of her juices and our sweat filled up the room.

We were both losing control of our bodies, bit by bit. I could feel her squeezing tight on my cock and I was getting closer by the second. She probably sensed my cock throbbing, and called out to me,

“Come for me, Krish! Fill me up.”
“Hah! Yeah, squeeze on it, bitch, milk my cock.”
“Aah! Aah! Yeah! Give it to me!”

She held me tight inside her as I came. Spurt after spurt of my semen hit the deepest corners of her vaginal tunnel.

Her grip on me and the pressure I felt backward on my jizz suggested that she had come at the same time. Her grip on the backrest of the couch was undone and she slumped. Thanks to my grip on her hair, she didn’t drop hard on her head.

We were both exhausted and covered in sweat and Amrita’s juices.

I got off her and sat next to her for a bit, catching my breath. She lay dead next to me. A few minutes later, she turned around and said to me.

“What a ride that was.”
“Quite the ride, yeah. Do you wanna go again?”
“Sure, but let’s go to the one place in my house that you haven’t seen yet: my bedroom”

I followed her as she held me by my hand and walked me. Her sumptuous ass, red from all the spanking, bearing the marks of my palm, swayed with every step of hers. We went in and slammed the door shut.

*****

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