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Gigolo’s life is not all roses and fragrance – Gigolo sex story – Desi Maal Indian Sex Stories

Desibahu — Wed, 14 Jul 2021 04:20:30 +0000

Guys, in the earlier part I had described how I got into the profession of a male escort or a gigolo. In the first part, I told you how I got the chance to fuck and earn from three middle aged women, and how I fucked a girl of my age.
So, after drilling Sharon, I had become a fucking machine. I had money in my pocket, an experienced cock in my underwear, and a lusty brain in my head.
It was the month of August. I was eagerly waiting for Ashish’s call or a message for my next client. And then it came.
Mrs. Upaasna, the Punjaban drunkard whore, and my worst experience.
I was mad with lust now and had plans that this will be my career forever now, but my next client was about to teach me that it’s not that easy.
As I reached her address, and she opened the door, I noticed a 50 plus MILF in Kurti and salwar. She was chubby and a bit desi. I thought that she will serve me a good appetite for my cock today.
I noticed that she was drinking whiskey. I felt weird. If she was already drunk, how the heck would I fuck her? She poured a glass of whiskey for me and told me to drink it.
I politely refused telling her that I don’t drink, and it’s against my working conditions to drink while at work with a client. She seemed pissed off at this.
Anyway, she took me to the bedroom, and told me to undress while she sat, and watched me get naked. Once I had got naked she looked at my cock.
Then she said in her Punjabi accent in Hindi, “Tera nunnu (penis) toh chota sa hai, kuch kar bhi payega ya nahi?” (your cock looks small, will it be able to perform or not)?
That was so infuriating to me, but I avoided showing it, and told her, “Wait and watch.” I jumped at her with the condom packet in my hand and kissed her deeply. I was tasting the whiskey on her lips.
She immediately removed her salwar, and I pulled off the Kurti, and my kiss continued. She now got on the bed. I started to kiss her neck and shoulders. Her bra was still on, and the glass of whiskey was in her hand.
She told me to lick her down under. I pulled her panty off and started to lick it. Her vagina was stinking, and I pulled my face back, but lust made me lick even that.
Yum…. yum, I kept on licking, while she kept taking small sips of whiskey and held my head in her vagina. I got up and started to lick her belly.
She immediately pushed my mouth to her vagina and told me to keep doing it. I did it again, and after five minutes, I got up to unhook her bra.
Again as I got up, she said in an infuriated voice, “Keep licking there. I’ll tell you when to stop.” This pissed me off. I simply avoided it, and took off her bra, and grabbed her boob in my mouth.
She got really angry over this, and scolded me angrily, “You idiot, I told you to lick over there, what are doing?” I got really infuriated by now, but simply went down, and again started to lick her there, and she got out due to her hangover.
Then after licking for almost 10 minutes, I put on the condom and inserted my cock in her, and started to hump her. At first she was not conscious, but as I started to hump her harder, all of a sudden she woke up and noticed that I was fucking her.
She immediately shouted and took my cock out, and damn, she ‘slapped’ me hard. I felt scared now. She shouted at me, and said, “I told you to lick until I want it otherwise, and you started to fuck me, you idiot.”
She pulled my hair, and took my mouth to her vagina, and told me to lick and lick until she doesn’t stop me. By now my whole mood was destroyed.
I kept licking her. Then after 10 minutes she got up, got off the bed, and while wearing clothes she said, “Tere nunnu itna chota hai, dekh kar hi mene tujhe bhaga dena chahiye tha.”
(Which meant, your cock is small for me. I should have told you to get lost at the starting only).
I couldn’t even reply because she was my client, and my money was at stake here, and she was drunk. I replied by saying, “Ma’am you are drunk, that’s the problem. Otherwise, I have a really good record.”
She replied, “Ohh get lost, bloody idiot, how dare you back answer me, get out now.” I immediately wore my clothes and left.
I left extremely insulted. I thought that I will have to leave this profession if this thing happened again. She had slapped me for nothing.
When I reached home, I gave Ashish a call and told him about my experience. He immediately consoled me and said that he’ll take action against that Upaasna woman.
But he also said that maybe she’ll not pay if this had happened, which meant that even I won’t get money for my work. And that very thing happened.
That bitch only paid the agency two thousand rupees, and I didn’t get anything even after licking her smelly pussy. But that bitch was blacklisted.
I was so pissed off after this incident, that I thought I should leave this profession. I even talked with Ashish about this. He advised me to remain calm. He said such things happen, but rarely, and as I am new, this can happen.
He advised me to go and visit my family in Nashik for the festival in August. At the weekend, I took a train and went back to my home for three weeks of holidays.
I felt good meeting my mummy, and sister but also felt ashamed of myself, that what if my family comes to know about what I do.
I was sad and infuriated over that incident with that aunty. I also was feeling guilty for what I’m doing. But after the festival ended, one night I felt a bad urge to fuck, my lusty senses were back again. I got a boner 24/7.
I knew that now this would be unable for me to control. I tried to hide it, stop it, and even masturbated, which I hated the most but nothing controlled that.
My cock wanted a fuck and the rainy days were making me feel like just fuck anyone I get. Now it was uncontrollable for me. I thought of going back to Mumbai at the soonest, and get a client but that would take time.
I couldn’t wait that long. I called Ashish and asked him if he can find some client in Nashik to which he refused. I told him about my extreme urge to fuck.
After listening to me, he realized that I wouldn’t be controlled so he sent me a link to some genuine sites of escorts and prostitutes in Nashik to calm myself.
I searched there and booked a slot with one client. Her picture wasn’t available. I hadn’t met her. I just gave her a call and we fixed the price at two thousand five hundred rupees for one hour.
That day, I told my family that I’m going out with friends, but instead went to a lodge near the highway and called that lady over there.
I booked the room and was eagerly waiting for her. My testicles had filled up due to the semen in them. I had a bad urge to fuck.
And finally, someone knocked on the door. I went to open it, and here was the appetite for my cock.
Madhavi – Middle-class Marathi bhabhi
This episode reminds me how I fucked her like a bull that fucks a small cow, and that too without protection.
As I opened the door a woman in her late thirties draped in a maroon, floral saree came in with a smile. She looked pretty decent, and not like some ugly whore. I was happy that I would fuck her today.
She got off her sandals and sat quietly on the bedside. I realized that she wasn’t a prostitute as such. I asked her name and how many clients she had been with.
She smiled, and with little hesitation, she told me that her name was Madhavi, and she has never done this before. Her husband had expired due to Corona, and she has a 13-year-old son to look after.
I asked her why didn’t she do something else? She said that she had tried everything, but couldn’t get anything right as she wasn’t much educated.
She needed to pay for her son’s school fees otherwise he would be expelled, so she had to do this on the advice of one of her known high society friends.
I felt bad for her. Then she put the saree down from her right shoulder. I saw that she was wearing a maroon-colored sleeveless blouse.
Ohh fuck, that itch for a fuck surfaced again. She had just now appealed to my biggest weakness, a sleeveless blouse, and that too on a bhabhi.
I switched on the air conditioner and locked the door. She asked me for the payment before the fuck. She asked for 2500 rupees for one hour, and a single session.
I immediately removed my clothes. When I removed my underwear, I saw that shyness on her face looking at me stand naked. Oh….. la…. la.
I gave her 2500, and she said let’s start, but my hunger was big. I gave her one thousand more and said, “I really like you, so want to do it without a condom? You can take some pills later.”
First, she refused, but later seeing the extra income, she agreed, but more was to come from me. I gave her one thousand more and said, “Not one hour, I want two hours.”
She hesitated and then took all the money. She kept it in her purse and kept the purse aside. And now the game was about to begin.
I immediately held her head and brought it near my cock. She touched it and took the tip of it in her mouth. Aahh…. these middle-class women don’t know how to give a blow-job.
I inserted my whole cock in her mouth, and she started to stroke it. She did it for 2 minutes but removed it as she left nauseated.
I pulled off her saree and tried to bring it out from her waist as soon as possible, and literally pulled it out. Now she was realizing that I was getting really horny.
She smiled and said to me, “Do it calmly,” but I didn’t care. She looked exquisite in the blouse and petticoat. I started to lick her neck and shoulders.
I bit her fleshy arms and started to lick her wet armpits. Aaah, I can’t describe that in words. She noticed how horny I really was, and now she started to feel a bit uncomfortable, but I was not about to stop.
I pulled her up and told her to remove her blouse. She reluctantly unbuckled her blouse and removed it. I immediately went behind her to unhook her bra.
I tried removing it but it wasn’t opening. She tried to open it but couldn’t. I felt frustrated, and in the heat of the moment, I just pulled it badly so that it tore.
I threw her torn bra aside. She angrily said, “Aareh what is this?” I just smiled and said, “Don’t worry buy another one. Before she could say anything else, I pulled her legs and made her lie down.”
I started to kiss and bite her boobs like anything. She was very nervous now. I bit her nipple so hard that she yelled and said, “Stop it, do it like a human being not like an animal.”
I too yelled at her and told her to shut up and not to worry. I was horny as well as angry now. I kissed and licked her chubby tummy and hips.
And then I pulled her petticoat off. She herself removed her panty, otherwise, she was worried that I may tear it off. Ha….ha. Her pussy wasn’t shaved, but I was hungry.
I started to lick her pussy. She held my head and said, “You young guys do so weird things, who licks over there?” I smiled and told her to enjoy rather than talk.
She did like my licking and then it was time for fucking. I felt that the air conditioner wasn’t working properly, and we were feeling sweaty and hot. Well, I thought, why shouldn’t I enjoy a sweaty fuck session?
I told Madhavi to suck my cock for lubrication before I put it in her pussy. She took it in her mouth, and her saliva worked as a lubricant.
I put her legs on my shoulders and inserted all my cock into her pussy. She felt uneasy, and said, “Aga bai, mota hai tumhara bohot.” (Ohh ….God, your cock is pretty fat).
I started to hump her hard. The start itself was hard and she was in pain. After 5 minutes of humping, I was all drenched in sweat. She told me to remove my cock for a moment, as she was feeling extreme pain.
But I didn’t. She yelled and even slapped my arms trying to stop me for a moment, but the monster in me was not willing to stop my assault on her.
I was feeling very lustful, and my nude body made me hornier. I fucked her more, then when I removed my cock for a change in position, she started to rub her pussy and started to cry.
I didn’t give a fuck about it. She tried to cover her pussy with her small, frail hands and said, “Please that’s it, I don’t want your money, no more please.”
I told her to co-operate for some time and it’ll be over but she resisted. Well, she was new in this profession, so maybe she was acting this way.I grabbed her hands and pressed them on the bed with my hands, and inserted my cock again. She was crying now, maybe she was scared because of her new profession.
I thought of calming her down but then remembered that it was not my responsibility. I was paying her. I continued with my fuck, missionary, back, doggy style.
She was sweating profusely, the whole bedsheet was wet from our sweat, but that was really a great feeling for me. I always dreamt of fucking like this and now I was doing it.
Meanwhile, Madhavi had already submitted to me, and she understood that the only way I would leave was to satisfy me, and then I would end the session.
I licked her sweaty armpits. Yummmy, even her odour was arousing, so were her back, and her sweaty thighs. Then while stroking her in the doggy style, suddenly I too cummed in her.
Oohh…..all the juicy material in my testicles, just oozed out in her vagina. I had fucked her enough to get her pregnant. Finally, I got down from the bed breathing heavily.
Madhavi was sobbing. After two minutes she wiped her tears, and collected her clothes, and went straight to the bathroom, and started to take a bath.
While she was taking a bath, I realized that I haven’t got the maximum out of my money. At least, I should get one more session with her before she leaves.
I straight away got up, rubbed my wet cock to make it stand up again, and went to the bathroom door. I knocked and said, “Madhavi Ji, sorry. I did it so harshly with you, but you know, one can’t control in such moments.”
She didn’t say a word. Then I told her, “I have left my mobile inside the bathroom. Kindly give it to me. She opened the door slightly, and said, “There is nothing over here.”
Just then, I pushed the door and got in. Madhavi bhabhi was wet, and tried to hide her body with her hands and yelled at me with a crying face.
She yelled, “Please, enough is enough. You did what you wanted. What are you doing now?” I grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. I said, “Madam, I have given six thousand rupees, at least let me extract its value properly.”
I spread her legs and started to fuck her in the standing position. Due to her wet booty, the noise was loud, ‘chapak……chapak…. chapak’.
Now, I cummed early and saw most of my cum instead of going in her pussy like the last time, dropped on my testicles. I pulled my cock back. Madhavi sat on the bathroom floor and started to cry.
I bathed with 2-3 jugs of water, and came out, wiped myself, and lay down in the bed, as I was completely drained of my energy after two fucking sessions.
After 10 minutes, Madhavi came out, with her hair all wet, again draped in her saree. She had left her bra over there only, as it was torn and she can’t wear it now.
I took a jibe at her with a really kinky smile on my face, “Madhavi Ji, it was a great session with you, don’t forget to take pills otherwise, you’ll get pregnant for sure now.”
She looked at me in a really disgusting way and said, “You are really a disgusting man. You do it like an animal. It was my mistake to do such a job. I’m leaving this work right now.”
And then she left. Wow, it was a great experience. I was fully satisfied. That fuck made me so contented that I didn’t get a thought of fucking for almost 3-4 weeks.
In August itself, I returned to Mumbai and shifted from that chawl room to a flat room in the Mumbai suburb. The rent was pretty manageable for me.
I contacted Ashish and told him that I’m back, and I’m really fine, and ready to get back to work. And believe me, just after four days, Ashish send me a message with the address.
Meghna aunty – boy-cut MILF who screamed and groaned.
When I reached her place, she welcomed me to her house. Now, after my previous experience with that Upaasna aunty, I was a bit nervous but Meghna aunty was really kind.
Meghna was somewhat in her late forties. She was a lady with an average height, had fair but dull skin, big eyes, and was pretty skinny, and yes, she had a boy-cut hairstyle, that was so sexy.
Before the fuck, she told me something about her personal life. Her husband divorced her because she was barren, and can’t give birth and since then she is living in sadness.
I felt bad for her. She talked a lot and almost for 45 minutes she kept talking. Finally, we went to the bedroom. I stripped and she appreciated my good physique.
And then the kissing, licking, stripping started. And when I penetrated her in her pussy, Ooh my God, she screamed loudly. I got scared.
I pulled it out. She laughed at this and said sorry to me. She said that she was a screamer, and advised me to hold her mouth tightly when I fuck her.
And so I did. I stroked her nicely, and she tried a lot to scream but couldn’t as I had held her mouth tight. I fucked her in a standing position too. It was becoming my favourite now.
I took one of her legs and lifted it, then I made her hold me by my shoulder, and ‘ghap….. ghap….. ghap, I fucked her. That was fantastic.
Her boobs were really small though. She was looking really happy after the fuck, and offered me lunch. We had lunch together.
I told her to give me good ratings, as it was really necessary for me. She assured me that she will. What a good lady she was. Now at this point, fucking was no more a big thing for me. I was content as far as we need sex in life.
I got 20 thousand from Meghna aunty. I was really happy now, I was thinking about a great career which was waiting for me. But just then in the first week of September, I got a call from Ashish.
He informed me that he needed to leave for Dubai as he also had some businesses in Dubai. He informed me that he won’t be able to come before December, and for the next 3 months or so he won’t be able to provide clients for me.
I was really stressed listening to this. Now I had to depend upon an alternate job as well. Being a Gigolo has fun and money, but also experiences like with Upaasna aunty can happen.
Therefore, I took the decision that I’ll do a regular job, and also work as a gigolo. This would help me to earn from multiple sources. Also, my lust for sex would be met.
Soon I found a call-center job, as I did not want to do a sales job again. Call center jobs are much better and well paid. So for the next three months, I worked at a call center and waited for Ashish to return.
These three months were a roller-coaster ride for me. A girl named Ashwini came into my life. I will share the experiences, I got with her, in my next story.
Till that time stay safe and stay connected.
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Mera real life hot femdom ka experience – Sexy Indian story – Desi Maal Indian Sex Stories

Desibahu — Sun, 30 May 2021 08:29:45 +0000

Mera naam Bhanu hai, aur mai Delhi se hoon. Mai yaha apne kuch real life femdom experiences share kar raha hoon jisme se ek ye hai. Yeh sab maine tab experience kiya jab mujhe femdom ke bare main kuch nahi pata tha.
Lekin ab mai female ki talaash mein hu jo mujhe dominate, humiliate aur degrade kar sake.
Mai ek normal college boy tha, 12th class ka, meri gali main 3 ladkiya meri dost thi, jo ki mujhe roz ladkiyo wali games khilati thi, aur bilkul ladkiyo jaise hi treat karti.
Vo teeno milke mujhe har baat par dominate karti thi jaise: meri baat kabhi na mankar apni baat manwana, mujhe chunni ki saadi pehnana, mujhse koi galti hone par punishment main mujhse apne pair chune ke liye kehti.
Wo mujhe bhot maarti, aur bolti ladkiyo se maar khane se bhagwan ka aashirwad milta hai, aur aisi bahut si chezein karti. Jab mai unki baat nahi manta to vo mujhe bahut humiliate karti mujhe.
Wo kehti ki mai ek ladki hu, mere koi dost ladka nahi hai, hum sabko bata denge ki tu hamse maar khata hai, etc. Jab mai unhe sorry bolta to unki bas ek hi shart hoti ke, “Maafi chahiye to apne sar hamare pairon mai rakh ke sorry bol.”
Aur ye maafi mangne ka tarike, hum sabne ek purane serial “Hatim” MMein dekha tha jaha female villain aisa karti thi apne gulamo ke sath.
Yehi sab hua mere sath kuch time tak, jaise-jaise hum bade hote gaye hum TV serials aur movies main aise hi scenes dhundte rehte jisme ladki kisi ladke ko maar rhi ho ya zaleel kar rakhi ho, aur baad mein hum use apne version mein recreate karte.
Ek baar humne aisa hi ek scene (south Indian dubbed movie) ka recreate kiya, ye sab unme se ek ladki ke ghar par ho rha tha, jisme 1 ladki boss banti hai aur 2 uski assistants.
Aur boss bolti hai, “Is gulam ko tab tak maaro jab ye mere pairo mai girkar maafi na mange,” ye same dailouge usne bola, aur fir baki dono ne mujhe sach mein marna shuru kar diya laaton se, kabhi mujh par kood kar.
Jab unhe dikh gaya ki mai ab haar mann chuka hoon unse lad nahi paa rha tha, vo dono mujhe mere hathon se kheech kar zameen par ghaseet te hue kursi pe baithi boss ke pas le jaate.
Fir mai use sorry bolta, aur vo mere sir par apna pair rakh kar hasti, aur aise baari-baari teeno boss bante aur mai bas unse maar hi khata rehta.
Hum main se kisi ki bhi mummy shor hone par aati nahi thi kyonki unhe lagta tha ki hum khel rahe hai, aur bhi aise bahut se scenes recreate kiya hai humne.
Dheere-dheere mujhe ye sab acha lagne laga tha, mujhe mazaa aane laga tha jab ladkiya mujhe gaaliya deti, aur mujhe dominate karti.
Ek din maine apne ghar par Akshay kumar aur Rekha ki picture dekhi jisme vo apni naukar se apne boots utarwati, aur baad mai ek galti ho jane par use hunter se maarti.
Maine ye scene jaake teeno ko sunaya, sab excited the but hamare pas hunter nahi tha to unme se ek ne bola ki mere ghar pe khelenge to mai apne papa ki extra large belt le lungi.
Fir humhe plan rakha aur wese hi scene create kiya. Kisi bhi ladki ne ghar jakar kapde change nahi kiya bas maine hi change kar liye the.
Wo sab socks and shoes mai hi thi, jab hum sab ghar pohche tab humne gate band kiya, aur khelna shuru kar diya. Bilkul movie ki tarha boss chair par baithi usne bola, “Kutte mere jute aur socks utaro.”
Waise unme se kaafi smell aa rhi thi, fir usne bola ki unhe theek se waha rakho, tabhi vo jute mere hath se fisal gaye aur gir gaye, aur boss ne mujhe zor se laat mari.
Fir mai gir gya, aur usne baki dono ko bola ki, “Is kutte ne mere keemti jute giraye hai, ise hunter se itna maaro ki ye mar jaye,” aise bolke vo apne baap ki belt le ayi. Aur fir baki dono ne mujhe khada karke mere hath pakad liye, aur boss ne mujhe belt se mara, mujhe lag nahi rahi thi, but ek larki se maar kha-kar mazaa bahut aa rha tha.
Jab vo dono thak gayi mera hath pakad ke to unhone mujhe laat marke zameen par gira diya, aur ab boss mujhe belt se maar rakhi thi, aur baki dono apne hath-pairo se.
Yehi scene mere sath 3 baar hote kyonki bari-bari sab boss bante, aur mai hi unse maar khata, aur wese to mujhe ab mazza aane laga tha.
Aur se aur bhi kahi scenes hue but ye sab zayda nahi chal paya kyonki hum waha kiraye par rehte the, aur fir hum uss area se ghar khali karke chale gaye. Mai fir dubara kabhi unse nahi mila.
Ye socks aur shoes wala scene mere life ka bahut bada turning point tha, jo mujhe bhi nahi pata tha, kyonki ab maine un teeno ke socks ki khusboo sungh-li jo ki pata nahi kyun, but mujhe bahut hi zayda achi lagi.
Khelne ke baad jab hum sab thak gaye to sab bed par hi let gaye. Mai to bas kuch bhi karke unke pair ki taraf jaa raha tha ki bas unke socks sung lu.
Itne mein unhone bol diya, “Ab socks bhi utar dete hai,” to maine bola, “Tum lete raho, mai utar deta hoon,” aur unhe kuch pata bhi nahi chala ki main unki socks utarne ke bahane unhe sungh raha hoon.
Jab mai unki socks rakhne gaya to maine unke jutte bhi sunghe unme to aur bhi achi khusbhoo aa rahi thi to 2-minute tak to maine unke jutte hi sunghe, aur fir mai ander aaya, aur humne thodi baatein kari, aur ghar chale gaye.
Bas us din se jo mujhe aadat lagi ki ladkiyon ki socks sunghne wali ki mai aaj tak bhi mauka milne par ladkiyo ke shoes, aur socks sunghta hoon…
Maine ye experience isiliye share kiye kyonki, I hope aisa kuch mere sath dubara kabhi ho, mujhe koi aise female mile kisi bhi age ki jo mujhe dominate, humiliate aur degrade kar sake.
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Padmavathi’s sex life before and after widowhood – Sex story – Desi Maal Indian Sex Stories

Desibahu — Sun, 25 Apr 2021 05:12:25 +0000

I am Padmavathi. I am a 38-year-old woman and a widow. I am working as a government school teacher on a contract basis. I have one son and his name is Arun. He is 18+ years old and is pursuing his BSC in agriculture. We are the only two people in our house. We are happy with what we have. One more thing, now my son is my husband!
Let me explain to you how my son became my husband. When I was 35 years old, my hubby died. That was the black day in my life. Literally, I was crying for one whole week and went into depression. Every day, I was sitting alone in the room thinking about my hubby and crying. I could not eat food properly and didn’t get sleep.
Arun cooked the food and he offered me food, milk, fruits but I rejected them and would not eat. He wouldn’t leave me and forcefully fed me. He took care of me and everything. I am really thankful to God, that He gave me such a good son.
After two months, Arun took me out to movies, public parks, and beaches, because if I am at home, I was always thinking about my hubby. That was why he took me out, but when we back home again, I was thinking about my hubby again.
Finally, after some months I got out of my depression with the help of my son.
The days are passing by, One day, one of my friends Kavitha told me that in her school, a teacher’s post is vacant. It was on a contract basis. She told me that if I was interested, then I can join. I asked my son and he said that it was a good idea.
After I joined that school as a teacher, every day I would wake up early in the morning at 5 am and do all the routine work like house cleaning, bathing, preparing breakfast, etc. After finishing all this work, Arun and I would have our breakfast. Then he took his lunch box and went to college. After 15 minutes, Kavitha would come to my house and we both would go to school on her bike. This was our routine every day.
I got busy with my normal life. Everything was going well, but I missed my hubby a lot in our life, as a father, and as a husband.
We used to have sex at least twice a day and sometimes, even more for 15 years when he was alive. We both were addicted to sex, and that was why we did not invite any relatives to our house, as we would be having sex all day and be nude the whole day.
Well, I forgot to tell you about my hubby. He was 6 feet tall. He had a well-built body and a black, thick cock. I am 5’ 7 in height. My body stats are 38-30-38 and have a well-maintained body.
Let me describe to you how we spent our day. At least once a week my hubby used to close the shop because of sex. On that day we would have sex several times. We would play sex fantasy games like we both would drink each other’s urine.
When I go to the toilet, my hubby would come with me. Once I finished my toilet, my hubby would clean my ass hole. Often, we both shaved each other’s pubic hair. Then we would bathe together. Once we finished all these works, we would come out from the bathroom. I would lie down on the floor and my hubby would apply ice cream on my pussy.
Then would he start eating and sucking my pussy and ass. While my hubby sucks my pussy, there are no words to describe my happiness. Really, it’s like I am in heaven. That’s why most people are dying for sex and I am also one of them. That is the power of sex.
Once he finishes, then I would apply ice cream on his cock. I would then start eating and sucking both cock and his ass. My hubby loves my way of sucking his cock. We would have 40 to 45 minutes of oral sex like 69 and all other positions.
After entering the room, we would clos the door and kiss each other madly. I would then lay down on the bed. He will start kissing my lips, neck, boobs, belly, and ass. Then he would enter into his heaven which is my pussy. Whenever my hubby sucks my pussy, I see heaven.
I wouldn’t be able to control myself and always try to pull him on me. But he won’t come, I would make sounds like, “Uuhhhuhhh hmm…”
After 20 minutes or so of the beautiful sucking, my inserts his black, thick cock into my pussy, making me shout and moan. We would fuck each other like mad dogs. While we fuck, we use abusive and bad words with each other. It will make my hubby increase his fucking speed.
He won’t stop fucking even if I cry. I enjoy each and every stroke when my hubby fuck me in the doggy style.
He would slap my ass and after 30 to 40 minutes of wild fucking, he would release his sperms. Then we would kiss each other and lay down on the bed to relax for some time.
My hubby would fuck me for 30 to 40 minutes, nonstop in every fucking section with all positions. He has a lot of stamina.
Before Arun arrives home from college we would do one more fucking section. That day evening we both are sitting together in our garden having a cup of coffee and enjoying nature.
We don’t bother about anything. We always are thinking about only two things. One is a peaceful life and another is sex. Even we are praying to God every day to give us a peaceful life and good health, and a good future for Arun.
We don’t pray, “Give me more money, gold, buildings, etc.” We have a beautiful, small house with a garden, with lots of trees and a few acres of land with a bore well.
We are cultivating that land and we have one scooter, some bank balance. This is our property and it’s enough for us. We never run behind money.
I and my hubby respect each other. My hubby treats me like a queen and a sex goddess. I am treating him like a king and a sex god, that’s why we enjoyed each and every second in our life.
I and my hubby had lots of sexual fantasies. Some are fulfilled, some are not yet fulfilled. Actually, I am addicted to sex after marriage.
Before marriage, I was dying for sex but never crossed my limits and did not have sex before marriage. The first time I started thinking about sex was when I was in my late teens.
But at that time I don’t know that I need sex. I just needed some pleasure. Later I came to know that it’s called sex. Every weekend my father used to bring the newspaper along with a weekly magazine.
In that, some people asked sex-related questions to a doctor. He answered their questions. Before also I read those questions. At that time I am unable to understand, but now I’m more excited to read sex-related questions.
I would eagerly wait for the weekend and day by day it would increase my sexual feelings, but I don’t know what to do. One day, I was reading these sex-related questions.
One girl asked the doctor. “I am masturbating every day. Is there any health issue from that?” The doctor answered her question.
He had written, “There is nothing to worry about. You will not get any health issue from masturbating. You can just satisfy yourself.”
I was thinking about what is “Masturbate and how to do that, and how to satisfy myself,” many questions ran into my mind. The next day, I went to my friend’s house.
My friend’s sister had come from the city. She was pursuing engineering. She was very close to me. I asked her,
Me: Sister, what is masturbation?
She: Why do you want to know?
Me: Just simply. Yesterday, I read in a magazine, that why I asked you.
She: When you see a romantic scene in a movie, or you are reading some sex-related questions, there is itching in our pussy, and some liquid comes out at that time.
“We need to have sex if we married. Our hubby will fuck us, then, we get satisfied. If we are unmarried, then when there is itching inside our pussy, we can rub with our hands, and insert two fingers inside our pussy.”
“Then by moving front and back with your fingers, and if you do that for some time, you will get satisfied. That is called masturbation.”
She explained that. When I heard how to masturbate I was eagerly waiting to masturbate myself. I said, “Thanks,” to her and came back to my home.
That night around 11 o’clock I started rubbing my pussy. It was really an awesome feeling. After some time, I was trying to insert my fingers, but it was too tight to do so.
So, again and again, I was rubbing my pussy a little bit and I was feeling happy. Now, I know how to masturbate. When I was alone at home, I masturbated.
Sometimes I did it 5 to 6 times a day. At night times, I was scared to masturbate, because my parents were sleeping beside me.
We have a small house with one hall and a kitchen with a bathroom outside. But later I fully covered myself with a blanket and I masturbated at night time also.
In my college, almost 10 boys proposed to me but, I didn’t accept anyone because am too hot at that time. Of course, now also I am too hot and my juicy boobs and big ass attracted everybody.
One of my college lecturers told me, “Paddu, you have a beautiful structure. OMG, if I was single, I would definitely marry you, but bad luck that I am married.”
“If you’re interested, I am ready to marry you.” I gave him a coy smile and went to my class. My classmates were always talking about my boobs and ass.
I usually wore a tight churidar. Some boys passed dirty comments about me. I really enjoyed those comments. All those guys want me, but they don’t have clarity whether they want to love or have sex? They were never open about this with me.
At night times, I didn’t get sleep. I need manhood to satisfy me, but I don’t know how to get that manhood. One night, I didn’t get sleep.
My dad thought that I had slept. Dad called my mom. They both stood up, went to one corner side, and started fucking. I thought that my dad is hurting my mom.
I heard sounds like “puch….puch.” Mom told dad, “Do it slowly. She is there.” Dad replied, “Don’t worry, she is asleep.” After 5 to 10 minutes they finished their fucking and came and slept beside me.
That scene made me mad. That whole night, I didn’t get sleep. The next day in the morning also, I was thinking about my parents what they did last night.
I was not in the mood to go to college. I kept some excuse ready, and I stayed at home after my parents went to the farm. I closed the door and sat back on a chair.
I heard some noises coming from outside. I went to the window and looked outside. In front of our house, one dog was fucking another dog.
That made me horny. I rubbed my pussy and masturbated. Day by day, I can’t control my sexual feelings, so I decided to have sex with someone.
But at the same time, I was thinking about my father because he has a good name in our village. If I do that and if someone knows, it’s definitely going to reach my father’s ears.
He will hang himself in shame, so I removed that idea from my mind, but I needed sex, so what to do? At that time I got one idea.
Marriage is the only solution to my problem. But how can I approach my parents? How can I ask them to arrange my marriage quickly?
One day in the afternoon, I was too horny. I did masturbation. While I was masturbating, I was thinking about my dad. The next day, I remembered what I did while masturbating and really, I felt guilty.
Everyone says money makes many things, but I would like to say, sex makes many things. I strongly decided never to do such kind of things in my life. I made a promise to God, and also decided to concentrate on my studies.
I have my final exams next month. The next day in the morning, I prayed to God, “Please help me to concentrate on my studies.”
I then went to college for collecting some books. When I entered the campus, my senior student Ravi came and proposed to me. I didn’t give a reply to him and he slapped my cheek.
Ravi: I will give you two days’ time if you accept me, ok otherwise I will show you what I am,
He said like that and walked away. Many students standing there watched that incident. I didn’t look at anyone. I just went to the library, collected some books and went to the bus stop.
I was thinking about Ravi’s warning. After 10 to 15 minutes the bus came. I got inside the bus, sit at a window-side seat and the bus started moving.
The conductor came. I gave him the money for the ticket. He didn’t take the money because he was also trying to flirt with me for the last 3 years.
After 30 to 40 minutes of the journey, most of the passengers get down at their stops. Now we are only three of us. The conductor came and sit beside me.
Then he showed me two gold bangles, and said, “This is for you. Know one thing, I didn’t purchase a single ring for my wife, but I brought two gold bangles for you. Please understand how much I love you.”
I didn’t take them. He then put the bangles back in his pocket. He said, “Paddu, you are so hot and sexy. You look like Silk Smitha. If you accept me I will leave my wife.”
I didn’t respond to his words. Again he looked at me then, he opened his pant zip and pulled his cock outside. I was scared, then he said, “Paddu, see my cock. How big it is and how thick it is.”
“If you accept me, I will show you heaven every night.”
For the first time, in my life, I saw a man’s cock. Really, it was awesome. His cock was big and thick. My heart began to beat faster, but I controlled myself.
I turned my face away. Then he said to me, “At least once, I will fuck you. Please, no one is here.”
“If you agree, we will get down here and go to that sugar cane farm. Believe me, once we enter that farm, no one will find us,” he said.
Actually, it was a good offer to satisfy my sexual needs right now. My pussy wanted his black, thick cock but I couldn’t dare to do that.
l controlled myself and was sitting like a statue. Then he put back his cock inside his pant and closed the pant zip. He stood up and walked away.
I looked at him and was wondering what he will do next. I was a little bit scared because no one is there on the bus. But luckily, at the next stop, a few people got on the bus.
Now, I was cool. After 10 minutes, my stop came. The conductor was standing on the footboard. While I was getting down, the conductor slapped hard my ass. I got down but did not look at him.
That night I told my parents what had happened in college. They took the matter very seriously. That night, I couldn’t get sleep, because the conductor’s big, thick, black cock haunted me throughout the night.
I was wondering whether I had made a big mistake. He had offered me a good chance to satisfy my lust. I know that he will definitely satisfy me. I needed his cock. If he offers me again tomorrow, then I won’t miss that golden chance.
I was thinking that once I will do with him nothing will happen. But at the same time, I have many doubts running in my mind. Having sex with him will not be a problem, but in case, while we are having sex if at that time someone sees us then what to do?
Then I am thinking that all this is secondary. I will do one thing before having sex with him. I will put some conditions like, you should not tell anyone, even your driver also.
This is the first and last time that I will have sex, and you should never ask me again. If he accepts these conditions, then I will ready to have sex with him otherwise the plan is canceled.
Again, I had one more doubt. What if he accepts my conditions, and then takes a “U” turn on his promise or maybe blackmails me for sex?
You can never believe men, especially these kinds of men. If he blackmails me then what is my plan? These kinds of doubts were running in my brain.
Finally, I put a full stop to all my doubts and decided to have sex with him. I don’t want to think about what will happen after sex. If I do it once then my problems will be solved and then I can easily concentrate on my studies.
The next day in the morning as usual, I did my routine works, then completed my bath. I wore a tight churidhar without a bra and was standing in front of the mirror to look at myself.
I applied some face cream, powder, and a big-sized bindi. I put some jasmine flowers in my hair. Then I looked at my face in the mirror.
That conductor had said correctly. I am looking like Silk Smitha. There was a spark in my eyes. I was really happy that today my sex dream will be fulfilled.
I was standing in front of the mirror, admiring myself, when my dad came near me.
Dad: Where are you going?
Me: College.
Dad: Today onwards you won’t go to college. I will speak with your principal and request that you directly attend the exams. Your mother and I are very worried about what happened at college.
I was disappointed.
Dad: And one more thing, I and your mom have decided to get you married. Is it ok for you?
I was a bit happy and said innocently, “Your wish dad.” Dad gave me a smile and walked away. Immediately I ran to God’s photo and sat in front of the photo.
Firstly, I thanked God, because if my dad hadn’t stopped me today, definitely I would have had sex with that conductor. That much strongly, I had decided.
Maybe God knows that what I was doing was wrong and that’s why he sent my dad to stop me. God also understands my situation and that is why he gave me gifts. Mom and dad were planning for my marriage. I prayed to God.
Me: God, a small request from my side. I don’t need a wealthy person, but I need a good, healthy person. He must treat me like a princess.
“He must have sexual fantasies more than me. He should have good stamina to satisfy me in bed, and please, please do my marriage as soon as possible, that’s it, God. If I asked anything wrong please forgive me.
After that I could concentrate on my studies. Of course, I was masturbating every day. Days are passing. Many boys were coming to see me. Everyone likes me, but I don’t like any one of them.
During this time my exams came. I wrote my exams and did very well. I got a first-class. Then one night my father said to us, “Tomorrow one boy is coming to see you.”
The next morning I woke up early. I had my bath because he will come before 8 am. After a bath, my mom gave me one saree. I wore that. I put a big bindi in between my eyebrows.
Mom put some jasmine flowers in my hair. Really, I was looking hot and sexy. At 7:45 one person came. His name is Prasad. I came and sat in front of him.
I saw him, he has a good height and a well-maintained body. He had a brown-color skin tone and was looking good. I liked him very much. He also liked me.
He told my father, “Uncle, l like her. If she also likes me then I am ready to marry her. I don’t want any dowry. One more thing you don’t spend a single rupee for the marriage. I will spend everything.”
I am really happy about that because we are poor. If he hadn’t told that to my father, then he would have had to sell the farmland for the sake of my marriage.
I liked him more for his gratitude. Mom and dad are also happy to get such a good-hearted son-in-law. My father fixed the marriage date.
One day Prasad brought some sarees for me and my mom. At that time there was no one in our home. He came inside the house and sat on a chair.
Then he gave me 3 packages. I asked him, “What is this?” He replied. “These are marriage clothes for you and your family. I said, “Thanks.”
He: Where are your parents?
Me: They have gone to the farm.
He: When will they come back?
Me: Maybe in the evening.
He: Can I ask you something?
Me: Yeah, sure.
He murmured for some time, then he asked me,
He: Can I kiss you? If you’re not interested before marriage, it is okay, but please don’t tell this to your parents.
I was so happy. Immediately, I said, “Yes,” then I went to the kitchen. He followed me, then he kissed my lips. We hugged each other.
I thought that now definitely he will fuck me, but he said, “Thanks and bye,” and walked off. I was so disappointed because he didn’t fuck me.
The marriage preparations are going on in full swing. After a week, Prasad came with the wedding cards. At that time also, no one is there at home.
He came inside and sat on the chair. I gave him a glass of water. He drank it, then he gave me some envelope with money. He said, “Give it to your dad,” then he stood up.
I thought he was going, but he closed the door, came back near me. He grabbed me. We kissed each other. Then he rubbed my boobs and pussy.
I was horny. I thought this time he will definitely fuck me, but suddenly he stopped kissing, and rubbing my boobs said, “Sorry,” and walked off again. I was disappointed.
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