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I hurriedly walked to the washroom. The washroom was in the corner outside of the main bedroom. I could see my blush through the washroom mirror. While I set foot outside the bathroom, he grabbed me suddenly. Heavens, I was amazed when he hugged me tightly.

He was a fit guy. The hug was so tight that my delicate boobs were squeezed hard against his chest. I was out of breath in all this excitement. He broke the tight hug and looked right into my eyes and then my lips hungrily. I have full thick lips with red lipstick applied.

He moved a hand behind my back and another behind the bend of my knee. He hoisted me up deftly with my body pressing onto his body. I was enjoying every bit of it. I rested my face over his shoulder and stared into his eyes, which was romantic.

He walked slowly, carrying me to the bedroom with one hand squeezing the skin just below my boobs. He rested me on the bed delicately. He pulled the wet saree out of my body. He quickly removed his shirt, banyan, and pants.

I am now lying on the bed with only a blouse on top and a petticoat at the bottom. He held my feet, sucked the toe fingers of my leg. I was moaning since this was a new feeling for me. He undid the knot of my petticoat and pulled them out of my legs.

He started kissing through the feet to the thigh. When his lips touched the inner of my thigh, I had a unique tingling sensation run through my body. I was wet once again. He was doing it with much patience. While his lips were sucking my inner soft white thigh, his hand rubbed my pussy over the panty.

He climbed over me, kissed my lips which were hungry again. We kissed with our tongues inside each other’s mouths, tasting the saliva of one another. He slid his hand inside my panty. His thumb started rubbing the clitoral hood with his tongue stuck inside my mouth.

He hurriedly tried to unbutton my blouse. He was struggling to unhook my tight blouse. I helped to undo my tight blouse for Madhan. He then pulled out the white bra. My boobs fell off the bra. I have huge, firm, milky boobs with thick broad nipples.

My husband spends more time sucking my nipples. He loves them. To my utter surprise, even Madhan, too, was staring at my erect nipples with his popped-out eyes. I shyly concealed my boobs with both of my hands. He parted my hands off the boobs.

He dug his face at the cleavage and pushed both the boobs against the sides of his cheek. He rubbed his face all over the boobs. His lips firmly sucked the part between my boobs.

Oh god, his strong hands are pressing my soft cushiony boobs strongly against either side of his cheek. His tongue started teasing me. He then sucked my neck. His hard squeeze made me feel pain alongside never before pleasure as well.

He pulled my panty low and parted my legs apart. His mouth locked onto my thick erect nipples. He dug his middle finger inside my pussy. His mouth started sucking nipples, hungry at the same time. Oh! I took a huge breath. He finger fucked me with his hungry mouth eating my boob one after the other.

He pulled out his finger from my wet pussy and moved his face to between my thighs. He looked at me with his warm breath falling over my pussy. He then locked his face between my thighs. He rubbed his face over the pussy pressing my thigh over the side of his ear.

He then parted my pussy lip slowly with his fingers which were already wet with precum. He rolled the tip of his tongue through the lower end of the pussy lip till the clitoris. Oh heavens, I was on cloud nine. I held his head with both of my hands and moaned louder.

He continued to lick my pussy with the tip of his tongue. He then increased the pace of his lick. He then continued with his full tongue moving through the pussy opening. His thumb was rubbing the clitoral hood vigorously.

I was moaning harshly with my hands pressing his head into my pussy. I was enjoying his tongue job. I was never licked like this. What a feeling! He then suddenly turned me around to a doggy position. He pulled his huge cock out of his underwear which was firm and juicy.

He made me stoop with my ass raised as high as possible with legs parted apart. He spanked my ass hard. I had a bad craving to feel his cock inside me. I started feeling slutty with his hand hitting my ass hard. I gave a loud moan.

He suddenly asked me, “Do you want inside me?” I kept silent and nodded. He spanked my ass hard again and asked me to say it. I wanted his cock inside me very badly since my pussy was deprived for a long time.

I said sluttishly, “I want you inside me.” He slid on a condom over his dick. He fingered me with two fingers, adjusted my ass, and positioned his cock on the pussy opening which was waiting. He pushed his cock in a standing position over my back.

Oh heavens, his cock went deep into me like a rod. I was moaning with my face pressed hard against the bed. He pushed his cock hard into me. He banged me hard with his hands pressing hard on my ass cheeks. He banged for some time and pulled out his cock.

He turned me around. He lied down on the bed. I remembered that I had told him during the chat that I like cowgirl style. He pulled me over him. He held his cock to position it into the pussy.

I rode him in a cowgirl position with my boobs squeezed and jumping. Oh god! I circularly moved my hips feeling his cock all over the inside of my pussy. I enjoyed every bit of this closed.

I found the urge and started moving my hips faster. He held me, stopping. Pushed me onto the bed, lifted my legs high, and banged me hard with the bed, making a jerking noise.

I had a great time with Madhan. He bid goodbye and left. As per the commitment, he never disturbed me by asking me for the next meet or stuff. But I was disturbed and wanted his cock inside me again.

THE-END

 

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#Sneha

 

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My name is Karan and I am a 18 years old guy living with my family in Chennai, India. My mother's name is Sneha and she is a 40 years old housewife, although she doesn't look her age. She in fact looks like she is in her early 30's with soft and smooth wheatish skin. Her black hair reaches near her butt and her breasts are like oranges. She has a small face which makes her look younger and a small nose with juicy red lips.

My dad, Raj works abroad as an engineer and only comes home once a year for a month. I have watched my mom quite a few times walking around the house without wearing a bra and wearing see through shirts. I always jerk imagining mom in my mind.

My mom is a very religious one in the family and she does everything according to our family's pandit(priest) named Prasad. If there is any trouble in the family, mom goes to the priest for a solution to solve the troubles, usually with a puja. You can even go as far as to say that the priest is the main authority on our family and not dad. The priest is a 60 years old man with white hair and a long white beard. He is quite thin and looks even older than his age.

I always wanted to fuck my mom but I was afraid. One day the priest came to my home looking for mom.

"Pandit Ji, no one is home except me. Mom is not here and is out of town and will only come home at night today." I explained.

The priest looked very worried and was sweating buckets. He softly spoke, "I wanted some help from your mother. I am in deep trouble but it looks like I can escape it."

Seeing him worried, I ask, "But why are you worried? Tell me. Maybe I can help you?"

He looks at me and replies, "No beta you cannot help me. I wanted to ask for 50,000 rupees from your mother but alas I have no hope for it. I urgently want the money due to some **censored** reasons. And I wanted it right now." Hearing his reply shocked me. He looked so desperate. But before I could say anything, the priest looked at me and suddenly gave me a smile.

"If you can give me money right now then I will make it such that you can fuck your mom. And don't try to lie. I have seen the way you watch her hungrily."

His words shocked me, but after thinking for a moment I found that it was a great deal. I can get to fuck her. Just the thought was enough to give me a boner. I hurriedly agreed to his request and ran to get him the money. I had saved quite a bit of money, so I was able to give him his requested amount.

"Please do not forget your deal pandit ji." I say to him and he promises to come back again tonight to keep the deal and then he leaves.

The next few hours were tense for me as I was waiting for my mom to come home. A few hours later, mom arrives home at night. Few minutes after that, the priest arrived at our house, surprising my mom. We all gather in the living room.

"Sneha beti, I am afraid that you have a darkness that has approached your life. It seems that you are being possessed by this darkness and thus you are not pure. Disasters can fall upon this family if it is not taken care of quickly." The priest says with a serious face.

Mom then got extremely afraid for the family's well being.

"Please save us from the darkness. I will do anything pandit ji." Mom pleadingly says to the priest. My mom says this looking very worried and afraid. Still looking serious, the priest replies, "You will need to be purified by a male from your family today or else it will be too late."

"I am ready to do the purification, just tell me what to do and I have my son Karan for it as well." Mom hurriedly replies.

"In this ritual, your son needs to worship your yoni(pussy) with his linga(dick) to purify you. Karan's linga needs to be inserted inside of your yoni repeatedly for at least an hour. Only then will the linga be able to beat the impurity and darkness out of you."

I was holding my breath as the priest explained his bullshit with a serious conviction. But I was afraid she might see through his deception.

"Ok I will do what is required pandit Ji." Mom replied after a while.

Now I was feeling very excited. The priest told us to go ahead while he would wait outside performing some additional prayer and he went out the door.

Locking the room, Mom first removed her dress. Watching her remove the dress gave me an instant boner. It was starting to get painful. After removing her dress, bra and panty, she was fully naked. Her light brown skin was glistened with sweat, making her whole body shine. She had a little bit of pussy hair but not too much. She was trying to cover her breast with one hand while her other hand was covering her pussy. However, this made her even more sensual. Like I was finally able to taste the forbidden fruit.

Mom then lay down on the bed, motioning me to come near.

 

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"Son I know that this seems wrong but you have to do this for our family." Mom softly spoke.

I just nod seriously before coming near the bed. Seeing her lying on the bed, her breast thrust upwards, made me almost pouch her but I kept my cool. I massaged her feet gently and slowly made my way up her smooth legs. I slowly bent near her pussy, marveling at the site. I gently pushed my tongue inside her pussy.

"Ahh!" Mom gave a pleasing moan.

Soon her insides start to get wet and I can taste her pussy juice. Then, I moved my mouth away and instead thrust my fingers inside her pussy.

Ahh and uff were the sound she was making now. Her breathing was getting heavier as well. Withdrawing my fingers, I instead gave my focus on her huge boobs. I pinched her nipples hard due to which mom groaned loudly "AHHHH please do not pinch so hard" but I ignored her pleadings. Her sensitive nipples were now very hard. I started to suck on them like a baby. Her moans were like music to my ears.

"Uhmm... Ahhh...Ufff..."

I stopped sucking and instead grabbed both of her tits before giving them a squeeze. I massage them and they feel so soft on my hands.

"Please beta(son), stop this. I cannot handle any more of this. Hurry up and push your dick inside of me. I want to feel it." Mom was getting desperate by now.

I stopped massaging and instead pulled down my pants, bringing out the 6 inch dick. Without wasting a moment, I thrusted my dick inside her pink pussy.

"Ahhhh!! Slowly beta. Slowly." Mom moaned. However, instead of going slowly, I started to hammer her like a beast. Her tits were shaking in the air like crazy. Her whole body seemed to move wildly. My rhythm was now in, out, in out and it felt very great.

"Ah Ah Ah. Uff Uff Uff." Mom was moaning loudly while I was grunting furiously.

Then I force my mouth on her lips, forcefully parting it and insert my tongue inside her mouth. It feels very great. I was only planning on fucking her pussy but I now had a change of plan.

Quickly I remove my dick and ram it inside her ass hole.

"AHHHHHH!!" Mom screams seemed like pleasure to my ears and she has tears falling out of the corner of her eyes.

"Stop it beta. You are too big for me. I cannot handle your big dick inside my virgin ass hole."

Although I am only able to fit half my dick inside her ass hole, I still keep pushing forward. Soon I am fully inside her and it seemed that the pain was too great as she momentarily loses her consciousness, but soon regains it and then the pain turns into pleasure for her.

"Ah Ah Ah. Yeah, keep thrusting inside my tiny ass hole you madarchod(motherfucker). Ah Ah Ah." Mom keeps demanding.

After a while, I was close to cumming. So I remove my dick from her ass and instead put it inside her pussy. Grabbing hold of her breast I grind them even harder.

"Ohhh!! Tear my pussy you madarchod." Mom urges.

Just then, mom wraps her legs around my waist, urging me to cum inside. This instantly makes me release inside her pussy. My balls produce thick white baby making batter and pour them inside my mom's fertile womb.

"AHHHHHH!!"

Both mom and I shudder at the orgasmic release. My limp dick falls out of her now red pussy. Slowly a thick stream of cum flows out of her pussy. I look at it and marvel at the site. Mom is still lying in the bed, panting hard.

I go to the door and ask the priest to come inside. He then tells mom that the purification is done and exits our house.

"Come here beta. The night is still young. I think we will continue this ritual for a bit longer." Mom gives a seductive smile while sucking her fingers covered with my cum from her pussy.

This instantly hardens my limp dick and I jump on her fucking her the whole night.

For hours we fuck like wild animals full of lust. Grunts and moans are the only thing we shout.

Near dawn, we finally are able to stop and fall asleep.

THE-END

 

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#Pooja Hegde

 

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"I don't care if you fuck every cock in this pub," Raj said, not even looking at his girlfriend of two years as he threw back his fourth shot of tequila. "I'm not jealous."

"Oh, because, it sure seemed like you were jealous when that guy was talking to me, after you came back from the bathroom," Pooja pointed out, tossing her dark curls over her shoulder. "And that time at the movie theater -"

"Nah," Raj interrupted. "I mean, you're a beautiful woman. Of course guys are going to be interested in you. As long as I'm the guy you go home with at the end of the night, I could care less."

Pooja glared at him and hiked up her yellow V-neck sundress to hide her cleavage. She didn't need it pointed out in such a crude way, and certainly not by the man who claimed to love her - the only man with whom she'd ever made love.

"Fine, you're not jealous at all," she challenged. "Then you won't mind if I go dance with that guy who was talking to me earlier."

Raj flinched, but then shrugged. "Another round," he suggested to the bartender, a tall, 50-something man with thick gray hair and a professional manner, who had probably seen it all.

"Of course," he replied, setting out two glasses and winking at Pooja. She smiled back automatically, her anger at Raj subsiding somewhat. The bartender seemed nice.

She quickly downed her shot - her third of the night, and she wasn't normally much of a drinker. She flipped her hair back again, and turned to the dance floor.

The small nightclub was alive with thumping music and pulsating bodies, but she had no trouble spotting the good-looking Latino man, Xavier, who had been hitting on her earlier. He nodded and grinned at her from across the floor, and she made her way over, returning his smile.

"So you ditch that jealous asshole?" he asked as he took both her hands and began to salsa with her. Pooja loved to dance, but Raj hated it, so she hadn't had many opportunities lately.

She rolled her eyes in reply, and changed the subject. "Hey, you're a great dancer!"

"I'm great at some other things too," he grinned.

"I'll bet you are," she laughed. And why not? If Raj didn't care about her flirting, she might as well have fun.

The floor was crowded and they were soon pushed up together, sandwiched between other sweaty people - too close for any real dance moves. All they could really do was grind and bounce to the music. Xavier put his arms comfortably around her slim waist, and they moved together.

Looking around, Pooja noticed with some hesitation that most of the people around them, pushing them into each other, were large, older men. But the Tequila was starting to hit her and Xavier's big hands felt nice, pushing her down onto his leg that she was straddling between hers. The music was intense, and she felt her juices begin to dampen the crotch of her panties. She hoped he wouldn't notice since he was wearing jeans, or maybe if he did notice, he would think it was just sweat. Certainly there was plenty of that all around them. She wondered if the place was even air-conditioned, it was so hot.

It wasn't long before there was another man behind her, grinding into her round ass. She started to feel nervous, but out of seemingly nowhere, a shot appeared in her hand. She downed it not even knowing what it was, and the fiery whiskey made her gasp. She barely noticed that the man behind her had taken the opportunity to put his arms around her and grab her breasts with both hands.

"Hey," she sputtered through the burning. The hands disappeared, and the dancing continued, and Xavier handed her a cup of beer.

"I think I was just sexually assaulted," she laughed to Xavier, gulping the beer to ease the whiskey burn.

"Yeah? Did you like it?" he grinned.

She considered for a moment, unsure. It had been kind of a turn-on. But then she took another gulp and forgot the question as they continued to bump and grind.

She could tell Xavier had a pretty huge hard-on, from the bulge in his jeans. She brushed her hand over it playfully, and he turned her around and ground it into her ass. Another man - or was it the same one who had groped her, before? She couldn't tell - appeared in front of her and sandwiched her in again. But she kept dancing, and glanced from time to time over to the bar, where Raj seemed to be paying no attention and instead talking to the bartender.

"He doesn't deserve you," Xavier said, noticing her gaze. "If I had a hot girlfriend like you, I would be fucking her right now."

"Is that right?" Pooja felt her cheeks redden, and her pussy throb, at the suggestion. "What would you do to me if I was your girlfriend?"

"Ahhhh," he sighed heavily, running his hand under her dress, up her thigh, from his position behind her. "I would bend you over right here and have my way with you." His hand found her wet panties and brushed gently against her pussy.

She moaned softly. He heard her. And before she knew what was happening, his fingers were inside her panties, rubbing her clit.

She looked around nervously, but no one in the packed club seemed to be paying any attention to them - least of all Raj, still throwing back his shots at the bar, getting completely trashed.

"I'm not okay with that," she said anyway, her words slurring slightly as she tried to move away from Xavier. "I have a boyfriend."

"And what a boyfriend," he laughed, but let her get just enough distance to relax as they kept dancing.

Another drink appeared in her hand, and another strange, older man winked at her. She smiled back shyly, wondering if she was the youngest person in this club. Xavier had to be pushing 40, she guessed. It was funny, she had thought Raj might be too old for her. And here were all these good-looking men, not one of them under 40, and some considerably older, all dancing and having a great time while her Raj sat at the bar, wallowing. These older guys were all a lot more fun than he was! "I guess age doesn't matter," she sighed.

"What was that?" Xavier asked, interrupting her reverie.

"Oh I was just thinking, all these guys are so old, but they have great moves!"

"Si, so you like older men?"

"I like any man if he's a good dancer," she flirted.

"How about that guy?" Xavier gestured to a much older man, probably in his late 60s, working some amazing Samba steps in the back of the club.

"Oh yeah," Pooja nodded. "He's amazing!" Mesmerized by his motions, and not feeling much from whatever it was she was drinking, she let Xavier maneuver her further towards the back of the club.

"Hey Donnie," Xavier said to the old man. "Meet Miss Pooja, she thinks you're such a great dancer."

Donnie looked up, beaming with pride. "Ah, is that right? Would you like to dance, Miss Pooja?" She nodded and he took her hand, twirling her around and passing her from side to side, doing all the work as she clumsily tried to follow along.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm a little drunk," she apologized.

"A beautiful girl should never be sober," he laughed. "You are doing just fine!" Round and round he spun her, maneuvering her backwards, forwards, and in all directions. Just when she thought she might pass out from dizziness, he pulled her close and held her up, continuing his moves in much closer contact. His breath smelled like some very sweet liquor she couldn't quite identify, and his hands were on her ass, pressing her against him. She was too dizzy to object and barely noticed that Xavier was behind her now, pushing her dress up as he massaged her thighs.

The two men exchanged knowing glances. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" Xavier asked her.

"Now that you mention it," she smiled.

"There's a long line for the ladies' room, but you can use the men's room very fast and be out before anyone notices," he suggested. "Girls do it all the time here, it's no problem."

She nodded, grateful for the tip. "Okay," she said, and let the two of them usher her to the men's bathroom in the very back of the club, far from her boyfriend's line of vision.

*****

 

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Back at the bar, Raj was starting to feel frustrated. "Where the fuck did she go?" he sloppily asked the bartender, whose name was Marcus.

"Oh, I see her in the line for the ladies' room," Marcus said, gesturing to the back.

Raj squinted, but couldn't spot her. "Hmm, I guess I've had enough to drink, my vision isn't very clear."

"Don't worry my friend. She's fine. I am keeping an eye on her for you."

Raj felt reassured. "Not that I'm jealous or anything."

"Of course not, and no reason to be at all," Marcus agreed, and Raj missed the hint of sarcasm in the bartender's voice. "Here, one more on the house," he said, pouring Raj another shot.

*****

"This is such a small bathroom," Pooja remarked to Xavier as they entered the single-toilet powder room. The fluorescent lighting was dim and buzzing, and the concrete block walls were decorated with all manner of graffiti, phone numbers and obscene drawings. There was a sink with a cabinet underneath, a poorly-lit mirror, the toilet with the seat up and no lid, a paper towel dispenser and a toilet paper holder, and that was pretty much it.

"Yes, don't worry, I will turn my back, I just want to make sure no one comes in on you," Xavier assured her.

"Oh, right," she replied, and in her somewhat sloppy state, couldn't think of anything wrong with him staying in the small room while she peed. She slid her underwear down to her ankles and sat gingerly on the toilet, and seconds later, felt relief. Her eyes closed.

In a near-unconscious state, she felt Xavier lift her up and gently unbutton the top of her dress, probably to help her cool down - why was it so damn hot in this place, she wondered hazily. Then he maneuvered her so she was leaning over the sink, facing the mirror, her weight resting on his arms. She tried to move her legs and vaguely realized she couldn't walk with her panties around her ankles. Seeming to also notice the problem, he leaned her on the sink and bent down to remove them, lifting up one high-heeled sandal at a time.

"I guess you won't be needing these," he said, stuffing the soaked yellow panties in his pocket. Pooja smiled stupidly. She felt her cheek pressing up against the mirror, her body leaning on the sink, her ass sticking out behind her. Her eyes closed again.

And then she felt his hand on her bare breast, and the other on her ass. Her skirt must be up, she realized, and the top of her dress down. She looked down to find that sure enough, the dress was pooled awkwardly around her waist, with her breasts, legs, ass and pussy completely exposed as his hands explored her body, gently squeezing her hardening nipples, massaging her tits, rubbing her backside, and slowly making their way between her legs.

"I don't know about this," she slurred. She didn't know for sure about anything at that moment. But she moaned as he found her wet slit and gently stuck his finger inside of her, tracing circles around her juicy opening, while his other hand still groped her breast.

The music from the club suddenly seemed as loud inside the bathroom as it had, on the floor, and it throbbed in her head and throughout her body. Her pussy throbbed with need, almost right along with the beat, as he pushed two fingers inside her and began to slowly slide them in and out. It felt really good, and she heard herself make a strange noise that almost sounded like purring.

Then she heard a zipper, and a metal belt buckle clanging on the concrete floor. It startled her, and her eyes popped open, but she didn't move.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered in her ear. But even as alarm bells went off in her head, all she could do was moan as he rubbed her clit from behind her with the tip of his hard cock.

She felt her knees buckle as he pushed his thick, hard meat inside of her. But his hands were holding firm on her tits, pulling her back onto him so she wouldn't fall forward. She leaned more into the sink, and she was so wet, he was able to push his way into her with little difficulty, filling her like a stuffed sausage. He began to stroke her throbbing cunt - slowly, gently at first.

"Damn girl you are so tight," he whispered. "That boyfriend must have a tiny prick, he ain't using you right. Well, we're gonna fix that tonight, for sure."

"Oh, yes," she moaned softly as he pulled her by her shoulders back onto his cock, impaling her to the hilt and hitting her cervix. Raj had never quite been able to reach it, and the contact felt incredible. Xavier pushed his cock from side to side, stretching her out, then pulled out, only to ram right back in, making her gasp as he hit her cervix harder and groped her breasts tightly in the same movement.

"You like that, you little slut," he observed, and did it again. Twice more and then faster, and faster still, fucking her harder and deeper, her tits bouncing up and hitting her in the face with each thrust as he held on to her hips, making her take it.

"Ah, ah, ah, ahhh!" She screamed in a sort of panting sound as she came, gripping the sides of the sink, explosions rippling through her brain and cunt. The thought crossed her mind that she might've been too loud, but hopefully the music in the club prevented anyone from hearing.

Groaning, his orgasm followed, and she could feel the heat of it as he planted his white-hot seed deep inside her.

"Condom," she managed breathlessly. She wasn't on birth control. Raj always used a condom.

"Too late," he laughed, beginning to pull out.

"Going...to...fall," she said, but he caught her. Actually, she realized, two sets of hands had caught her, and were helping her to lean back on the sink.

There was someone else in the room.

"All yours," nodded Xavier, zipping up his pants.

Bleary-eyed, Pooja looked up. "Donnie?"

The old man grinned at her, and she realized with alarm that his cock was out.

"No," she managed. But he just kept smiling at her. Xavier leaned her over the sink so that she was fully bent over it, her ass sticking out, legs together with locked knees, face almost up against the faucet. And then he was gone. And old Donnie's 67-year-old dick was inside her soft, juicy, pussy.

For an older man, he certainly had no trouble keeping his long, curved cock hard. No foreplay this time; he slid right in and began to rut in and out of her, panting and groaning. She thought about letting her knees buckle so she would slide onto the floor and away from his invading, unwelcome prick. But she realized he was holding her by the hips, supporting her weight - much stronger than he looked. Probably from all the dancing.

Her body betrayed her with another powerful orgasm, rippling through every molecule of her body like an electric shock. She heard herself scream, in the distance, and must have blacked out for a few moments as he continued to hold her up and fuck her as hard and fast as his aging body could manage. Slap-slap-slap-slap, the sound of his wrinkled old balls smacking against her clit as he fucked her unconscious body. Then he tensed, cried out, "oh!", and filled her cunt with his old-man cum, mixing it with Xavier's.

"Condom," she whimpered futilely, coming to as he ground her down on the sink as though desperate to shoot his hot spurts as deep within her as possible.

"Whores don't need condoms," he laughed, smacking her bare ass hard as he pulled out - leaving her pussy, like her soul, feeling suddenly vacant and hollow.

Before her alcohol-addled brain had time to process what was happening, there was another pair of hands on her ass. And another cock inside her. She drifted in and out of consciousness as the next man used her, fucking her like a sex doll, grasping at her breasts so hard she cried out in pain. She couldn't seem to stay up on the sink anymore, what with the violence of his thrusts, so he turned her around and sat her on it, her dark curls glued to the mirror with her sweat, the faucet grinding into her back, her ass on the edge of the counter, and her legs splayed. "I must look like a whore," she thought absently, and then, "I guess I am a whore now." Tears ran from her eyes, further smearing her makeup.

The sink was the perfect height for this guy, she noticed; he barely had to bend his knees at all to get the perfect straight shot into her cunt.

And shoot straight, he did, after just a few minutes of fucking her aching cunt in this new position. He blew his load deep inside her, gritting his teeth, rutting and groaning like an animal. But the thought that she was being fucked and used like an animal made her cum again, and she screamed in ecstasy and shame as the orgasmic explosions erupted through her again.

The next man made some nasty remarks about her pussy being too well-used, oozing the cum of three different men as it was. So he pushed her over the toilet - still with her pee in it, unflushed, she noticed - and got down on his hands and knees behind her. He wet his tip in her dripping pussy, and then rammed hard into her asshole.

She screamed and felt searing pain shoot through her. Raj thought anal was disgusting, and she was inclined to agree. "That's an out-hole, not an in-hole," he had told her more than once, whenever there was a joke or reference about anal sex. His words cruelly replayed over and over in her drowning brain now.

To be so brutally penetrated, her first time, was excruciating. But the stranger showed no mercy. He spanked her hard as he pounded in and out of her aching asshole. She sobbed in pain and begged him to stop, but that seemed to turn him on and make him fuck her ass even harder. So she resigned herself to the assault, crying as she tried to relax her sphincter to make it hurt less. She leaned on the toilet and allowed herself to be anally raped, her abused breasts bouncing against the filthy seat as he pounded into her.

When he finally cried out and came deep in her ass, she thought it must be the end, the nightmare must be over now. But it seemed no sooner had he pulled out than there was another large, older man bending over her, fucking her pussy. This one had a very fat cock and she couldn't help cumming again, hearing a voice that sounded just like hers crying out, "yes, YES, fuck me, fuck me like a dirty whore, punish me with that big thick cock, I need it! I need it!"

 

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They just kept coming and cumming, one cock after another. She imagined a long line of strange men outside the door, seemingly waiting to use the men's room, but actually waiting to use her body inside of it. Most didn't last more than a few minutes, just used and abused her bruised and aching body for their own orgasm, blowing their loads deep inside her while telling her what a filthy disgusting whore she was. She couldn't believe how simultaneously disgusted and turned on she was - or how many of them were able to make her cum and cry out vile epithets.

One particularly strong, tattooed guy held her up with her back against the graffitied wall and fucked her pussy, bouncing her on his hips, with her legs wrapped around him. The penetration was so deep that she had her hardest orgasm of the night, creaming and screaming as he impaled her over and over with his huge cock, her ragdoll body completely at his mercy.

Several men wanted blow jobs, but she was too drunk and exhausted to hold her mouth open without grazing them with her teeth, so they each gave up on that notion pretty quickly.

She found that the ass-fucking didn't hurt anymore, after the third guy who did it. Her tight hole was well-lubricated now and had adjusted to be able to accommodate even the larger cocks. In fact, she found herself cumming a couple of times during anal, just at the thought of how she was being fucked hard in the ass, unprotected, by a complete stranger.

These strange, sweaty older men had her in every possible position the small room would allow - on her back on the floor, on her side, on her knees, over the sink backwards and forwards, up against the wall, against the door. Cock after cock sunk into either her pussy or her ass, or both. She tried to keep count of how many, but blacked out for a while around 22 and wasn't sure how many cocks fucked her while she was unconscious. If the mess of cum dripping from her battered asshole and pussy and pooling on the floor was any indication, though, it was quite a few.

After a particularly violent ass-fucking that had her screaming for more, she laid on her side in a puddle of cum, her body and hair sticky with it. Exhausted, she wondered if she would black out before the next cock entered her, and found herself trying to stay awake.

"Hey, what's going on here," a voice said at last. She looked up in surprise to see the friendly bartender, Marcus, standing above her. "Woah, look at you. What a mess! Let me help you up."

Unable to speak, her eyes welled up with tears as she accepted his strong arms and tried to stand. Finding it difficult, she leaned into him. He started to pull her dress up from where it was still bunched up around her waist, and she thought, with a confusing mix of relief and regret, "it's finally over, he's going to help me get out of here."

But then, instead of pulling the dress up over her, he began to fondle boobs. And then to squeeze them.

"Oh no," she whimpered.

"Well I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner, you look pretty used up," he said regretfully. "Would've been better fresh, I bet. But somebody had to keep your boyfriend busy at the bar."

"Raj," she cried softly, overcome with guilt. How could she have done this to him.

"He's passed out now," Marcus smiled. "I guess I should just be glad I get a turn, right?" He continued massaging her breasts as she leaned on him, unable to fully process her own hopelessness.

"Mmm, these are amazing," he said appreciatively, taking her left nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. She moaned reflexively.

"Sensitive, too," he added after giving the hard tip a lick.

"Amazing, and you had enough support in this little dress, with no bra?"

"It's got underwires built in." Why did he care?

"Amazing," he repeated, working them with his hands as she closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall now, and moaned. At least he was being gentle; after a few of the guys had slapped and bitten them, this actually felt rather nice.

Lost in the feeling, she barely noticed him laying her back down on the cum-covered concrete floor, removing his pants and boxers, and straddling her waist. "Hold them together for me," he requested, and she complied, utterly defeated, allowing him to tit-fuck her. It felt strange, but at least it didn't hurt. His tip kept bumping into her chin and mouth, though, and after a few rough pushes, she instinctively opened her mouth so her lips and tongue kissed his big cock with each thrust.

He finally came, coating her tits with his hot spray, and then he used his cock and hands to rub it in, massaging it into her breasts as though it were oil or lotion. "Beautiful," he remarked, leaning back to admire his work.

"I want to go home," she begged.

"Yes," he nodded kindly. "I think you've had enough. And besides I think every cock in the club already fucked you," he added with a chuckle.

"Every...how many," she managed.

"Oh, must've been at least 40 of them. You know, not EVERY guy in the club, some of them didn't want to, especially after the first 20 or so had made such a mess of you."

Hot tears of shame burned down her cheeks.

"Oh, and not your boyfriend, obviously," he laughed.

"Please," she begged again.

"Right right. Well the thing is, we can't have you, like, going to the police or anything, claiming you've been raped. So, I don't see how we can let you leave."

"PLEASE!" She pleaded desperately. "I won't tell anyone. I swear it!"

He looked her over thoughtfully. "IF we let you go, and you do tell someone, I promise we will find you and make you our fuck-toy for the rest of your worthless life."

She looked at him in horror, her mouth agape...and her poor, abused pussy somehow throbbing again at the suggestion.

"Okay okay," he chuckled. "Well I suppose it won't do to let the old boyfriend see you like this. Although in the state he's in, he might not even notice. Anyway let's get you dressed." With surprising gentleness, he helped her straighten her dress, and washed the smeared makeup off of her face with a cool, wet paper towel.

Her eyes were bleary and bloodshot, her hair was a tangled and matted mess, her dress was rumpled and stained, and she had more than 40 strange men's cum coating her breasts, deep in her pussy and asshole, and dripping down her legs.

But somehow she managed to walk out of there, get into a cab, and go home with her completely oblivious boyfriend.

THE-END

 

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#Pranitha Subhash

 

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My wife Pranitha and I have been married for about 5 years. We got married when she was 25 and I was 30. She's a hot, petite little blonde with a tight body, flat stomach, and long sexy legs that she keeps toned at the gym. She was a virgin when I married her, coming from a conservative family and had only ever had her tits sucked on and finger fucked in college from other boys she dated.

She and I enjoyed a healthy sex life and after about 4 years we had our first baby. The new kid was fun but put a strain on our sexual relationship, although sucking the milk out of an engorged breast was a new fetish that I discovered for myself and she definitely enjoyed it, too. It was incredible how huge her tits got after having the baby made her bikini and lingerie look obscene with how much her tits pushed out of her tops.

Her 30 year old body bounced back very quickly and after the baby was a few months old we were finally able to feel comfortable enough to get a family member to stay the night at our home with the baby so we could go out on the town, stay at a hotel, and feel like a young married couple again. She packed some kinky lingerie and a really sexy, tight mini dress for drinks and dinner. It was one of the clubbing dresses she wore back in college before we were married. It was very short and perfect for showing off her nicely toned legs and body and showed far more cleavage with her increased cup size.

Her tits barely fit into her tight little outfit and after about an hour she noticed all the stares she was getting from men (and their angry wives) and started feeling extremely self-conscious wearing it out in public. I found that I enjoyed the other men staring at her hot body while we were out and I encouraged her to stay out a bit longer. We went to a local dive pub and danced a bit and she loosened up after a few more drinks. One scruffy-looking, unattractive and out of shape (but nice enough) guy in his late 30's or early 40's kept chatting us up at our table and used the opportunity to keep staring at my wife's breasts (they were actually getting larger as time went on since she hadn't pumped in several hours). Pranitha tipsily asked if I wanted to go back out on the dance floor but I was pretty much ready to go and fuck her brains out back in our hotel room. Plus I was exhausted from all the dancing and was happy for a break.

The guy asked if he could dance with her for a bit so I said "Sure, have fun you two."

I enjoyed watching my normally reserved wife dance with the stranger dancing with a hot young woman far out of his league, grind on him and let him feel her up a bit before she'd slap his hand away when he got too frisky. Normally she'd NEVER let a complete stranger feel her up the way this guy was but she'd had way more than she was used to on top of not drinking hard liquor regularly since being pregnant and was pretty loose. Plus, this guy seemed harmless.

I had to piss and went to the restroom before they came back to the table. After coming back I couldn't find them at first but then saw them back at a booth in the opposite and darkest corner. He was extremely close to her, putting his hands on her legs, sliding his hands up her bare thigh higher and higher. She was more or less oblivious to this but was still enjoying the attention and allowing herself to be flirty. I was walking toward them from across the way and noticed him quickly slip something in her drink that looked like a little white pill that quickly dissolved. Curious, I decided back off and to watch a bit more from a distance as she took a few more gulps of her tainted drink.

Whatever was in it was having an effect on her very quickly and she started drooping and leaning her head on him. He wasted little time in taking advantage of my sweet, innocent wife in her condition in their private booth. I felt like part of me wanted to jump right in, but I had the largest erection I've had in a long time watching this complete stranger feel up my gorgeous wife. He felt up her legs and then put a hand between them, rubbing back and forth higher and higher along her thighs until he must have reached her panties because she leaned her head back and bit her lip in the way she usually does when she's turned on. He then started feeling her tits, and slowly pulled down her top to expose one. I watched him lean in to nibble, lick and start sucking it right there in the bar! Her eyes were closed but she subconsciously put her hand behind his head to hold him at her nipple. I saw his eyes widen in surprise as he must have suddenly gotten a mouthful of fresh milk. He then kept sucking, gulping down the mouthfuls of milk from her engorged breast. He put her tit back in her tight dress and looked around to see if he could see me, which he couldn't, then helped her up and they staggered towards the back. I followed behind at a safe distance.

He opened the door to the back of the bar that led to a narrow alley. It was very secluded and there were several large trash bins, cardboard boxes and used kegs. I quietly followed as he half carried, half walked my sweet, innocent Pranitha down the alley a ways. He then turned a quick corner to a more secluded and dead end of the L shape the alley turned into. I peeked around the corner and watched them.

There was a small mattress that someone had discarded. It dawned on me it was probably him because he must have had this in mind when he came to the bar in the first place! He gently set my wife down to sit, but she moaned and nearly immediately laid down. My heart was pounding with anticipation with what was happening. I couldn't believe I was letting him take it this far!

He pulled down her tight top and immediately began sucking her tits some more. I could hear him as he talked to her.

"Mmm fuck yeah, you tight little slut. You got knocked up, huh? Now you need to be milked? God damn you are so hot."

He sucked her tits and I could see him gulp down milk as fast as he could. More of the semi-clear liquid dripped down the sides of her breasts and he lapped it right up. She moaned, saying my name, and must have been thinking it was me.

The guy then scooted back until he got between her legs and lifted her tight dress up further until he exposed her panties. He pulled the lacy red and black panties down, sniffed them, then put them in his pocket. He put his head between her thighs and then greedily started licking her shaved pussy. She had just gotten a wax and shave a few days ago for me, just for tonight.

"Mmmff damn girl you taste so good! This is the best pussy I've ever tasted."

Pranitha moaned. "Oh god honey.. mmm.. this ... feels so good baby..."

She still thought it was me!

I pulled out my cock. I couldn't believe how much I was getting turned on watching this stranger enjoy her. No other man had ever done this aside from me.