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#Anaswara Rajan

I had just finished school a few months back and had joined the University for my baccalaureate in Physics. It was late October time and the weather was at its best where we lived in. It was so pleasant, with a little chill and lots of freshness in the air. I had my autumn break in college and was studying hard for classes that were to follow on reopening the university. I was a good student and it had been a habit since my early school days to use each vacation for doing advance study of the syllabus for the following term. I used to love studying on my own, without assistance of the teachers and the subsequent admiration that used to come my way during the term for knowing so much even before the teachers went through their rituals in the class was always so heady and inspiring.

We lived in a closely knit neighbourhood, where each elderly lady was a mausi, each elderly gentleman a chacha, each older boy a bhaiya and each older girl a didi. There was one daughter-in-law in the neighbourhood, who was a bhabhi to all of us. The houses were built close to each other, either with a common wall or with narrow streets separating them. Away from the disturbance inside our little household, this autumn break, I had shifted my day-time study venue to the terrace of our house. I would climb up the wooden ladder, books and some light refreshment in tow, and spend long hours there. I would sit glued to my appointed place almost the whole day, enjoying the opening of my mind to new facts, new concepts and new knowledge. My mom had to call me repeatedly from down below to make me descend for my meals, and each time, I would keep deferring the downward journey till she shrieked an extreme ultimatum or two.

The day was no different from other days. Only that sitting atop the house for over four hours at a stretch had caused some cramps in my legs. This had not happened before. I just got up and started walking on the terrace, from one end to the other, book in hand, reading some nice and interesting passages on History of Science, a qualifying subject at college. The thickish foliage emanating from guava trees in our backyard surrounded the terrace. As I began my up-and-down movement, I looked around, and found our neighbour Anu Sithara washing clothes under the tap in the compound of her house. The tap was in a place near the corner of her house, surrounded by a 6 feet high boundary wall on two sides and five feet high walls on the other two sides, making a small cubicle, which went by the name of the bathroom in her house. The bathroom had no formal door and only a three foot breach in one of the walls constituted entrance to the place.

Anu Sithara was a beautiful young woman of about 25. She was married and lived in that house with her husband and his old parents. Even though I was 18 then, my existence thus far had been mostly books and academics. There were not many females my age amongst my acquaintances. I was perhaps not developed enough, physically and sexually. It is not that I was constitutionally weak or stunted. I was a good 5 feet 9 inches and weighed a healthy 70 kg. But despite my limited sexual awareness and exposure, the very sight of Anu Sithara used to set my heart aflutter in some peculiar way. Anu Sithara had had a baby only a few months back and I had seen physical changes in her appearance during her pregnancy. Although I had little idea about the human reproductive system, never having studied biology, I used to fancy Anu Sithara with a big tummy, every time I met her on the street. We used to call her Bhabhi, the wife of my elder brother.

Anu Sithara bhabhi was quite shy but was a very warm person. Every time we met, she would smile disarmingly at me and enquire about my studies. My mom once told me that Anu Sithara bhabhi was a very good student herself before she was married off into the neighbour's house four years back at a young age of 20.

I did not pay much attention at first to Anu Sithara bhabhi at work that day. But after a while, I found she had completed the washing and stood in the bathroom. Even as I strolled on the terrace, I saw from the corner of my eyes that she began to take her shirt off. The next moment, I saw Anu Sithara bhabhi standing there in a white bra. The foliage above her did not perhaps permit her to realise that I was moving on the terrace of my house. She was obviously oblivious of the prying young eyes watching her glorious secrets. I had never seen a woman in that state of undress and I had some queer and hitherto unexperienced sensations in my body. Without deliberately deciding to do so, I had stopped my stroll and began looking at Anu Sithara bhabhi through the thick growth of guava leaves. I could see her clearly. The skin that now revealed was a lot fairer than the very fair face of Anu Sithara bhabhi. She had a long neck and slim arms.

Even as I watched her surreptitiously, I saw her hands fiddle with her bra at the back and it came unstuck. A most beautiful pair of breasts broke loose. The breasts were even more white than the body revealed just a minute back and hung like ripe big mangoes on her chest. There were large pink protrusions in the middle of each of the lovely breasts. The nipples were surrounded by areolar rings, the size of a large coin, dark pink in colour. My breathing became instantly heavy. I could sense my little penis spring into action and become big. I had earlier been used to engorgement of my penis only at night sometimes, when the urge for urination became too stiff. But this was different. There were weird sensations and it felt good as never before.

Even as I stood there, panting hard, I found Anu Sithara bhabhi taking her salwar off. She wore nothing else underneath. Anu Sithara bhabhi was now standing stark naked, in front of my eyes. She had beautiful legs, long and slender. what took my fancy was a bushy growth where her legs began and her tummy ended. I had never known that woman had hair there, in the middle. Because I did not have any either, I was ignorant about male pubic growth as well. While I was exposed to a scene I had never heard of, nor seen before, the very sight of a nude woman caused some parts of my body to act in a manner not experienced earlier. I did feel that it was wrong on my part to snoop on Anu Sithara bhabhi like that, when she was not aware of my presence on the terrace. But the thrill that this exotic sight gave me was too much to give up the offering. Something that felt so good could not be wrong, I argued with myself.

Anu Sithara bhabhi began her bath. She took a jug of water and poured it over her neck. I could see Anu Sithara bhabhi feel the chill of the cold water. The next moment, she was applying soap over her body. As she massaged around her own breasts, giving particular attention to her nipples, it became too much for me. I let out an involuntary gasp. I was petrified at the thought of Anu Sithara bhabhi hearing my presence. I shuddered to imagine what she would think of me if she did and I spontaneously sat down.

I tried to compose myself as best as I could but the sight of the forbidden fruit had ignited passions I was a total stranger to. In no time, I popped up my head again and resumed my sightseeing. Anu Sithara bhabhi was now sitting on a low stool and applying soap to her legs and thighs. As her nimble hands moved towards her hairy mound, I waited with baited breath. Lo and behold, she was at her pubic hair and gave them a good wash. It was all happening before my very eyes and happening too fast for me to handle. The next thing I saw was Anu Sithara bhabhi putting her soapy finger in what seemed to be a hole inside her bushy growth. As she did that, Anu Sithara bhabhi appeared to slow down. She raised her head and her eyes pointed skywards, directly in my line of sight. I was scared she had seen me. But the unfolding erotic scenario and my constant gaze had emboldened me beyond what I ever believed could happen, more so when it came to Anu Sithara bhabhi, whom I respected a lot.

I discovered, to my utter relief, that her eyes were closed and I decided to continue looking. I also realised that Anu Sithara bhabhi was in the midst of a special experience herself, and that what she was doing at the moment was giving her immense pleasure. I never before had this happen to me. I noticed that I was huge and I felt embarrassed as I stood on the terrace with a huge erection bulging out of my shorts. And even as I crouched there watching Anu Sithara bhabhi in the throes of her mysterious bliss, the genesis and reason of which I did not understand one bit, I felt a chain of tremors hit my penis. It was as if an electric current was passing through it, bringing in its wake immense thrill and ecstasy. Least did I realise then that I had just had the first orgasm of my life.

The mid-body raptures lasted what seemed like an eternity but was actually not more than a couple of minutes. I could feel the hardness subside soon. Anu Sithara bhabhi had also rinsed her body by now with liberal dose of water from the bucket under the tap. The washing of soap on her breasts, the pubic hair and the hole within appeared to give her special pleasure. She had now begun to dress up. I realised it was no longer safe to continue the voyeurism. I quickly resumed my seat on the terrace and tried to drown myself in the book once again.

Concentrating on a text book was impossible after what I had just gone through. I was intrigued by what I had seen, and I was fascinated by what I had experienced. And I was happy that Anu Sithara bhabhi had not seen me all this while. My thoughts were fleeting at Einsteinian speeds. The sight of a fully nude woman had kindled in me reactions I had never dreamed of earlier. The way my own body had reacted to the spectacle of a naked Anu Sithara bhabhi had mesmerised me beyond my comprehension. I had an urge to take it forward. I had an urge to touch Anu Sithara bhabhi the way she was touching herself. I had an urge to massage her breasts, to feel her pubic hair, and to dip my fingers in the mysterious hole that seemed to lie beneath. But how could I? Anu Sithara bhabhi was known to be a very reserved person. She was widely respected even amongst the otherwise vile mother-in-law kind of old ladies in our neighbourhood. She was admittedly a much respected daughter-in-law in the locality.

It was impossible to concentrate my thoughts on anything in particular. I kept reading the book but nothing registered. My thoughts went back repeatedly to the beautiful nude body of Anu Sithara bhabhi, the ecstasy she seemed to experience when she touched herself at various places and the mysterious thrill that I got when hitherto unknown and inexperienced sensations drowned my own penis and rest of my body into an indefinable trance. I yearned to have more of that. But how was I to do that?

I looked around, afraid if someone had caught me in the sly act I had just gone through. To my horror, on the terrace on the other side of our house was Anaswara Rajan, also studying. Anaswara was a year junior to me. We were good friends and she often used to come to me for assistance in some subjects, more particularly mathematics. I kept looking at Anaswara and in a while, our eyes met. She gave me a sweet smile and my heart missed a heartbeat. I wondered if she had seen me espying Anu Sithara bhabhi. I argued with myself that she might have but hoped that, most probably, she hadn't. I was worried all the while about what would happen if she had and what would I do if she were to spill the beans. I decided that it would be most prudent to talk to Anaswara for a while.

I called out to Anaswara, asking her how her studies were going. She mumbled something saying it was ok, but added that she was stuck in integration by parts in her mathematics. Making my job easier, she asked me if I could help her in this topic. I nodded assent and told her to come right away. In two minutes flat, Anaswara was with me on the terrace. Anaswara was a nice looking girl, quite pretty and had a most pleasant disposition. She had a wonderful sense of humour and time spent with her could never be without boisterous laughter bursting from either side. We sat down and she opened her book at the relevant page.

I started from the very beginning. I first explained to her that integration was the reverse of differentiation, and gradually went on to explain to her the finer points of doing integration by parts. Step by step, I took her through the first five questions in the chapter. I was happy that by the third question, it was basically she who was solving them. I thought to myself that asking Anaswara to come was a good move as I had spent more than 45 minutes, concentrating on her mathematics rather than fantasising about Anu Sithara bhabhi and her beautiful body. But perhaps I was a bit too early in the thought, for, the reveries of Anu Sithara bhabhi returned with a vengeance. Seeing me lost in thoughts, Anaswara enquired if I was feeling ok. I mumbled something to dispel her fears about my health but my reverie continued.

This went on for a few minutes. Anaswara had always been a good and close friend, about the only one of my friends who was a girl. Despite my relative proximity to her, our discussion has rarely gone beyond the usual pleasantries or academics. Therefore, I never expected myself to say to her what I said, all of a sudden. I found myself telling her that I had just done something horrible, that I had seen Anu Sithara bhabhi taking a bath in her bathroom. For a moment, Anaswara also did not know how to react. After a while, she plainly said, "So, what? If you have seen her bathe, you have seen her. What is the big deal?" I felt a bit reassured. If Anaswara says so, then surely what I had done was not a sin. And then, Anaswara surprised me by asking, "Did you like what you saw?"

I took a long time to respond. Anaswara was a good friend. I could perhaps confide in her. But she was a girl. Would it be alright if I were to ventilate what was going on inside my mind and body? After a while, Anaswara caught me by my arm and said, "Anu Sithara bhabhi appears to have cast a spell on you. I do not blame you. She is so beautiful". I now felt emboldened. I admitted coyly that I indeed liked what I saw and that I saw her doing funny things and that I experienced funny things myself in my own body. I confided in Anaswara that Anu Sithara bhabhi's body is so different from mine and that I did not understand a few things in her body. This was the first time my discussion with Anaswara was taking such a direction. We both became aware of the developing tension in the air, and almost involuntarily decided to move to a corner where the parapet walls were higher.

 

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I began my queries with the breasts and the nipples. Anaswara said that Anu Sithara's breasts had to be big because she had just given birth to a child and had been lactating the baby. I asked her if all girls had breasts and she confirmed that, more than a bit surprised at the naivety of the question. She ventured to add that hers had just begun to grow and were smaller. She also mentioned that her own nipples were large. As I looked askance at her, Anaswara enquired if I wanted to feel them. I could not resist the offer and felt her nipples from above her shirt. As soon as I held her nipples in my fingers, my penis sprang to life. Anaswara was smiling softly all this while. Encouraged, I palmed her whole breast and she let out a soft moan. Her breasts were really soft, not covered by a bra, though they did appear smaller as compared to Anu Sithara bhabhi's treasures. Anaswara then chided me and said, "That's all? You were so worked up only on this?"

I mustered up courage to say that there was more to my unease than that. With great difficulty, I told her that Anu Sithara bhabhi had hair in her middle. Anaswara's depth of knowledge in these matters surprised me once again. She said that grown up women had those hair, and that she had seen them on her mom's body too. I asked her if she had them and she told me that it had just about begun to come and there were a few thin strands. I looked askance at her again, hoping that she would offer me a peek preview of her body. But she did not and I was disappointed. Our discussion and actions so far have made me bold as never before. Not getting the voluntary offer from Anaswara, I asked her if she would let me see her hair, no matter they were much fewer in number and density.

Anaswara was reluctant. "It won't be right, Raju", she said. I did not press any further, but fell silent. No matter how much Anaswara tried to get me talking again, I could not break my silence. My thoughts were constantly focussed on Anu Sithara bhabhi's pubic mound and the hole that lay underneath. I was constantly visualising the ecstasy that overtook Anu Sithara bhabhi when she put her own finger inside her hole. I was ceaselessly thinking about the volcanic eruptions in my own penis even as I saw Anu Sithara bhabhi experience her raptures. I had not realised till then how good a friend Anaswara was. Seeing me thus, she lay down right there in front of me, closed her eyes and unknotted the string of her salwar.

It took me ages to bring my fingers to the top of her salwar and gradually push it down, revealing her virgin girlhood. As the salwar began its descent in slow motion, I could see the few thin black hair below her abdomen, just before her thighs began. Her skin was so smooth, so radiant. And then I saw that hole. It was the shape of a very large wheat grain or the seed of a date palm. I knew for sure that girls did not have the penis that boys had and that they had a hole. It was that hole that lay in front of me. But still, it was beyond my comprehension as to how putting her finger in a hole meant for exit of urine could give such thrills to Anu Sithara bhabhi. I looked at Anaswara's hole more closely and found a few moist drops trickling down her thighs. I began wondering if this was remnant of urine from her last visit to the washroom. I asked Anaswara if she had gone to the washroom before she came up but she denied that she had such a trip. I, however, left it at that.

Anaswara had now opened her eyes. She appeared no longer uncomfortable at lying naked before me. Instead, she asked me, "Any further doubts or questions, Raju?" I then told her about the mysterious sensations I had experienced myself. "Ah! That's a new subject, Raju. I do not know much about that. But now that you have a question in your mind, we must find the answer. What better way to do that than to see the affected area!"

She gestured to me to unhook my shorts and pull them down. I hesitated for a moment and heard her saying, "If I being a girl was bold enough to show you mine, you as a boy can't be more shy." I unbuttoned my shorts and Anaswara pulled them down, just as I sat in front of her. She again motioned me to raise my butt from the floor and she dragged my shorts down all the way. Here I was, naked for the first time before a girl.

"I always thought your birdie would be a small one. This is so big, Raju!" said Anaswara.

"No, Anaswara, it is not always that big. Something has happened to it today", I replied.

"Now tell me, what happened when you had that little cameo with Anu Sithara bhabhi", Anaswara continued.

And I told her slowly, in as cogent a manner as I could bring myself to, details of what happened. She looked minutely at my erect penis but did not seem to find an answer to what had happened. "Do you feel like urinating, Raju?" she enquired. When I answered in the negative, she wondered how the tip of my birdie was so wet. We were now both more confused than we started off as.

"Raju, can I touch your pretty birdie?" Anaswara pleaded, and I could barely nod my acquiescence. At that very moment, my erect penis, birdie to Anaswara, was held by a girl for the first time ever. It felt so good, absolutely different to how it felt always when I held it in my own hands. Anaswara began to fondle it lovingly and it felt even better. I told her that those same very sensations were returning. Anaswara was loving each moment of it too. She kissed the birdie and licked the underside with her tongue. As her movements became more and more aggressive, she found her salwar, down up to her knee level, impeding her.

She momentarily released my birdie and in one swift movement, took off and threw her salwar away. Her lower body was now naked, just as mine. She continued to play with my birdie and then she suddenly put one finger of her left hand inside her own hole. She was on cloud nine. She was surely experiencing what I espied Anu Sithara bhabhi doing some hours back.

Her manoeuvring of my majestic boyhood was making me crazy. I wanted to come closer to Anaswara. I pushed her back and she lay on her back, still holding my pleasurable birdie. I leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. I wanted to be even closer to her. I lowered myself on Anaswara, my lips on her lips, my chest resting on her soft breasts and our naked lower bodies clinging to each other. My urge for more closeness was still getting the better of me. I ground my erect penis against her thighs and it felt so good. We were both transported to a different world. Soon, my engorged organ got caught between the two thighs of Anaswara and she brought them closer to each other. In the tight grip of her thighs, I began moving up, down and sideways. It felt so heavenly, so exotic. The thrills that Anaswara experienced appeared to be no less. This went on for a long long time. We were discovering facets of our persona that had remained hidden so far.

"Raju. It feels so great. But can I make a request?" she pleaded.

"Yes, tell me, my sweetheart". I surprised myself with my own phraseology.

"Actually, I am having some great sensations here", she said, pointing to her vaginal opening.

"I was wondering if you could touch your birdie here. I am sure it will feel even better", she requested.

I did as directed. I positioned myself carefully and placed the tip of my big one on the entry to her hole. Immediately, I could see some gooey fluid ooze out and drop on her entrance. It felt so good. Anaswara had her eyes closed, just as Anu Sithara bhabhi had earlier in the day. After a while, Anaswara urged me to push a little inside. I wasn't sure if this was right. I had never imagined that one part of one human's body could be shoved inside a part of another human's body. To me, it appeared a violation of the sovereignty of her body. But Anaswara had me in a vice like grip this day. I did as she wanted me to do. I pushed softly and her vagina opened to greet my penis, making way for the hard, inflated and engorged penis to visit her inner portals. Even before I heard Anaswara gasp in utmost pleasure, my own delight reached a crescendo.

Even as I had limited the initial foray to about an inch inside her, I soon found myself wanting to be wholly inside Anaswara. I tried to push, but the path was constricted. I took my penis out for a moment and found it was all wet with a sticky fluid all round the shaft. It could not be the urine of Anaswara and it could not be my own gooey fluid. Obviously, it was Anaswara's body that had been secreting this mysterious fluid. While Anaswara was cajoling me to go deeper inside, I could sense she was in some sort of pain as well. I asked her about the pain and she told me that the pain was great but it was a pleasurable pain and she wanted more of it. She ordered me to push all the way inside, and with one powerful lunge, I found myself fully inside Anaswara. She had tears in her eyes, and yet she was smiling with a mystifying pleasure.

The joy, the gratification and the attainment were indescribable. Once inside fully, I wondered about the next move. The entry had been so pleasing and enthralling. I wanted to enter again. So, quite logically, I withdrew my distended boyhood almost to the tip and went in again. This time, the entry was even more pleasing. I had discovered, all by myself the art of stroking during intercourse. I went on and on. The lubrication had now increased and I was now slipping in and out effortlessly. Each thrust inside gave us both immense pleasures. We were both moaning with the newly found bliss that we had just experienced.

I wanted to be even closer to Anaswara now. I positioned myself above her, pivoted myself on my elbows and urged her to help me take off her shirt. Once her shirt was off, she pulled my t-shirt out. I saw the breasts of Anaswara and they were cute indeed. They were different from Anu Sithara's in more ways than one. As Anaswara had told me, they were smaller than Anu Sithara's. More importantly, they seemed more firm than Anu Sithara's. Also, the complexion of Anaswara's breasts was a lot fairer than Anu Sithara's, even though Anu Sithara's general complexion was otherwise fairer. I did not realise then that this was because Anaswara's had newer tissue on them, as they had developed only recently and Anu Sithara's had seen several summers.

As we resumed journey on the highway of our new found sexuality, we could feel each other's skin on our bodies and it gave us immeasurable contentment. I lowered myself and kissed Anaswara on her lips passionately. I then placed my hand delicately on her breasts. My God! It was like heaven. The touch of her breasts was even smoother than the satin grip her hole had on my big penis enveloped deep inside. All this while, I was stroking in and out, in and out, bringing deep moans from Anaswara's throat as well as mine. We could spend a lifetime doing what we had just discovered. How did we not realise earlier that our bodies could give so much to each other. After all, we had known each other all our lives.

Anaswara was building up sexual tension inside her now. She became more and more vocal. I was afraid someone down below would hear us and catch us in the act. Even though we were at it for the first time ever in our lives, I had little doubt in my mind that what we were doing was wrong, and would not get the sanction of others, should they ever know. Anaswara was asking me to do it faster, harder. I complied as best as I could. Her hole, which was so difficult to penetrate initially, was now receiving my lusty thrusts with ease and gratitude. Faster and harder I attacked her girlhood and the closer to that same sensation that I had earlier in the day I reached. After a long time, Anaswara let out a shrill cry and clasped me tightly, not letting me stroke any further. Her hands were behind my buttocks, pulling me more and more into her.

And then, at the same very moment, something happened to me. It was that same unending chain of pulsations in my penis that I had earlier in the day, which made me want to enter even deeper into Anaswara, even beyond the realms of physical possibility. I could sense something physically moving from my body into hers, but the thought of violating the body of Anaswara was farthest from my mind now. I had loved each moment of this wonderful sequence of events that had overtaken us. We were both sweating profusely. The crescendo subsided a bit and I found myself kissing Anaswara on her lips again. She closed her eyes yet again, even as I kissed her nipples and suckled at them, taking along a sizable portion of her soft but firm breasts inside my mouth. Little did we realise then that we had just had the first sexual intercourse of our lives. I felt my penis softening inside Anaswara and I rolled over. I looked down at where we were interminably joined just a moment ago and found some viscous clear fluid dripping out of Anaswara's beautiful hole. There was a hint of blood mixed with the fluid. I also noted that her hole was a bit swollen in comparison to what it was before we embarked on this most exotic journey. I glanced at my own now flaccid boyhood and found it so much at peace with itself, all wet with the sticky fluids which, I now was sure, were secreted by Anaswara's system. There was blood smeared on the curvature over its whole length. Despite the blood, which I guessed was from Anaswara's body after the ecstatic pain she experienced, there were serene smiles on our faces.

We were both startled to hear the sound of someone breathing deep behind us. We turned only to find Anu Sithara bhabhi standing there, smiling benignly at us. We were abashed at our nudity in front of her, but she asked us to take it cool and dress without panic. She explained that she had seen me on the terrace while she was having her bath, and she got a bit worried later when she heard weird sounds coming from the terrace. She was obviously not upset in the least with me violating her modesty, and had come to the terrace to see that all was well with me. She smiled in a mischievous manner and enquired for how long this had been going on between us. Almost trembling, I told bhabhi that this was the first time and that the ignition was provided by what I saw her doing in her bath and what she caused me during that period. Anaswara and I were now fully dressed. Anu Sithara bhabhi quietly left, smiling softly. I knew she would not tell anyone.

THE-END

 

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#Abhirami Venkatachalam

As days were going dry I met a broker who supplies college girls who are in need of money. With that my physical pleasure came to life and started enjoying old times.

My wife had a very good friend named Abhirami Venkatachalam. She is also married and used to call me brother. She looks very sexy. She had very fair skin with big eyes and the correct amount of flesh around her body.

I should say I am very disappointed about her referring to me as a brother. She was 27 years old and had a nice figure She came from a lower-middle-class family and was married to an assistant cadre employee. They both live a low life and sometimes borrow money from my wife. As the amounts are little I didn’t mind about it.

One day I got a call from my broker. He told me about a girl who is in need and ready to have fun with me in exchange for money. So I went to pick her near a mall and was waiting for her in my car. While I was waiting for her, suddenly Abhirami came to me and waved at me.

I told her that I am waiting for someone about a business deal. While I was speaking to her, the girl whom I was waiting for came to me. She asked whether I am the one who came to pick her. Well, that was a bit of an awkward moment. Abhirami didn’t understand and was looking at me with a blank face.

I told that lady to sit in the car. I told Abhirami that she is my friend’s sister and I came to pick her. She just nodded and left, where I have a feeling that she didn’t buy it. After that incident, we didn’t talk about it. Whenever she came to my house we just had a smile and left.

Soon the days are passing by, one day I got a message from her.

Abhirami: Hi, how are you?

Me: Hi, I am fine, what’s up!

Abhirami: Nothing, brother, just pinged you.

Me: Ohh ok, hope everything is going well.

Abhirami: Hmm yeah fine.

Me: ok, what else!

Abhirami: I want to talk to you in private. Are you alone?

Me: No, your friend is with me. We can chat if it is ok with you.

Abhirami: Yah fine.

Me: Ok tell me what is it all about?

Abhirami: I want to talk about the day at the mall and about the girl you picked.

Me: What about it?

Abhirami: Let me get straight, bro. I am not a kid and also know the girl whom you picked. She stays near my house.

My heart skipped a beat here. I was worried whether she might speak about it with my wife. So I didn’t message anything.

Abhirami: You there? Don’t be afraid. I won’t say anything to anyone.

Me: Yeah I am here. Ok, thanks for that. Did you speak to that girl?

Abhirami: Yes and she told me everything.

Me: Ok. What now?

Abhirami: Nothing.

Me: Tell me na. I don’t think you just pinged me for that.

Abhirami: Yes, as you know my situation. I am in need of money. Hope you can help me with it.

Me: meet me tomorrow at my office. We will discuss it.

Abhirami: Ok.

I thought for a while like how much does she want and how to shut her for good. While thinking about it my wife started a conversation about Abhirami. How desperate her situation and her need for money is. Her debts are increasing day by day.

Then I thought for a while and decided to offer her money in exchange for pleasure. Next day around 11 o’clock she came to my office in a dark blue color dress. We exchanged smiles and sat in my chamber. She looked a bit nervous, so I started the conversation.

Me: Ok Abhirami, tell me.

Abhirami: I need money as I am in debt and need to get out of it.

Me: I know, your friend told me about it.

Abhirami: Oh ok then, hope you can help me with it.

Me: I will think about it and let you know.

Abhirami: Thinking means? Bro, please help me. In exchange, I can keep your secrets safe.

Me: Hahaha. See Abhirami let me get straight with you. I am a businessman and I only make deals.

Abhirami: Ok, I guess you would have readied a deal for me too. So speak out about it.

Me: Same as everyone. Pleasure in exchange for money. The only thing you will get is you will be **censored** a bit more than others.

She is in a bit of shock hearing this. She didn’t say anything for a moment.

Abhirami: But I call you a brother. I thought you treated me as your sister.

Me: You called me a brother, but I never thought of you as a sister. Do I look like an idiot to treat a beautiful girl like you like my sister?

Abhirami: But this is not right.

Me: Nothing is right or wrong for the money. This is my offer. If you are interested, let me know. Your friend is planning to go to her hometown this weekend. We can plan then.

Abhirami: What if I told everything about you to my friend?

Me: You can. Maybe we will fight for a while. But you are the one who will suffer for that. I will make sure you won’t get a penny as help from my home. You know how much help you are getting from my home and what that means to you.

She didn’t say a word and left the office. I kept my fingers crossed hoping the things won’t get messy at my home. At night the things are normal between me and my wife. So I was relaxed and confident as well that Abhirami is going to accept my offer. Next day afternoon I got a call from Abhirami.

Abhirami: I am ok with it but need money a bit urgently. I don’t want this to be known to any third person.

Me: Sure, you will get the money as requested and it will be our little secret.

 

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The day came and in the evening Abhirami came to help my wife in packing the bags. We exchanged some smiles. I kept on watching her and her moves. She is looking very sexy in her yellow color churidar. Once everything was done we three left for the station to drop my wife.

While returning I asked Abhirami to come and sit in front with me. She didn’t speak to me. While changing gears I intentionally touched her legs. She tried to adjust her legs. But I kept my hand directly on her thighs this time. She didn’t say anything.

I slowly rubbed her thighs and moved my hand towards her pussy. She stopped my hand before touching her pussy. I again did the same by rubbing her thighs and moving towards her pussy and she stopped my hand. I looked towards her but she didn’t say anything.

I took her hand and placed it on my dick. She didn’t move her hand nor rubbed it. While the whole thing was going on we reached my home. I parked my car and entered the hall. Abhirami entered after me and locked the door. I immediately went behind her and hugged her from behind.

I placed my left hand on her boobs and the right one on her pussy. Kissing her from behind and trying to enter my hand into her pussy. She slowly started to respond to me. She started to run her hands into my hair and cooperate. I slowly inserted my finger inside her pants and started to rub her pussy lips.

In the meantime, I started to French kiss her. Slowly we were getting into the mood. She turned towards me and kissed so deeply that we were playing with each other’s tongues. My both hands were playing with her ass cheeks and pressing them hard.

It took almost 5 minutes to break the kiss. We looked at each other into the eyes for a minute and hugged each other very tightly. I took her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. I fell on her and started to kiss her again. Now she was getting more wild with my acts.

She started to bite my lips very hard. I entered my right hand into her back and unhooked her bra. She understood what it meant. I started to lift her body, indicating to me to remove her chudidar which I did with pleasure. I removed both the chudidar and bra at a stretch.

It gave a good view of her boobs for the first time. They were firm. Enough to hold and suck them. I started to suck her nipples and press the other boob with my hand. As I was in full mood by now I removed her remaining clothes. Now she was totally nude.

She closed her eyes shyly. Her pussy was as clean as a vessel which she might have come prepared. I just stretched her legs and inserted my tongue into her pussy. She was very wet and leaking her juices all over. I started to suck them and inserted my tongue deep.

She was shivering with the act and moaning unstoppable. After 5 minutes of sucking her juices, I removed my clothes and became naked. I climbed her and gave my cock near her mouth. She understood that and said that she has never done that before. I said everything for the first time and I need it right now.

With no option left she slowly took my dick into her mouth and started sucking it. I should say she was clearly not interested in it. In just a minute I asked her to stop and stretched her legs, giving an indication that I am going to enter her. She adjusted herself for that and asked for a condom.

I told her that I am not interested in wearing a condom and positioned myself to enter her. With one push I entered fully into her. Her eyes popped up and pushed me to remove it. I held her hands tightly and held her in that position for some time. When her pushing got reduced, I started to ramp her slowly.

Now she adjusted to the rhythm and started to enjoy it. After seeing that she is having the pleasure I slowly increased the speed. I started to fuck her as fast as I can. She started to moan loudly because of the speed. I kept on fucking her and pressing her boobs hard.

After 10 minutes I ejaculated all my cum into her. I fell beside her to catch my breath. But didn’t leave my hand from her boobs. After some time she too got relaxed and turned her face towards me. We both just smiled and kissed for some time.

I asked to make some coffee. She stood to dress up to go to the kitchen. I immediately took her dress and asked her not to wear anything except her panty. She said ok to it and wore the panty and moved towards the kitchen. What a lovely sight to watch her back only with the panty.

Her ass was moving in such a way that made my dick salute her again. I walked with her watching her back. I sat on the kitchen top seeing her making me coffee. While she was doing her work I was trying to play with her by touching her boobs and putting my finger into her pants.

THE-END

 

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#Aksha Pardasany

Mani was angry -- very angry. He had invested the last three years of his life building an internet graphics company and was on the verge of landing a big contract when his partner secretly formed another company and stole the client right out from under Mani's nose. He wouldn't answer any of Mani's calls. All Mani got was a short email that said "Sorry -- it's just business. You would have done the same thing."

There was nothing Mani could do. It had all been perfectly legal. Jagan took advantage of Mani's stupidity with respect to the business side of the company. Mani was the artist. He trusted Jagan. That was his mistake. Jagan had manipulated the company documents and accounts in a way that he had complete authority to do pretty much everything he pleased.

Mani wanted blood. He wanted that asshole to die a slow and torturous death. Getting drunk seemed like the best option at the moment. He had to calm his nerves before he did something he would regret. After locking the door to the studio, Mani headed down the street to the nearest Pub. He had just thrown down his third shot of tequila when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Hi Mani. What are you doing here?"

Mani turned and looked at Aksha with a glare on his face. He was about to lose it and fought desperately to restrain himself. Of all the people to walk into the pub on this night, it had to be Jagan's fiancée. He wondered how much she knew about what Jagan had done. Not much he concluded. Otherwise she wouldn't be standing here with that friendly smile on her pretty face.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Mani asked with a slight slur in his voice.

"Oh, Jagan's not here," Aksha replied timidly. "I was meeting a friend after work. We were just leaving when I saw you sitting here. Don't tell Jagan -- please. He doesn't like me going to places like this without him."

Mani let his eyes roam up and down Aksha's body. Jagan not only had his company, he also had one of the hottest girl. Aksha was a walking wet dream. Her full lips and big brown eyes were soft and inviting. Long dark hair hung down over her shoulders. Her 5'4" frame supported a pair of nicely formed tits and a firm ass that stretched her tight jeans like an advertisement. When she moved, her body exuded sexuality. Aksha seemed oblivious to the effect she had on men.

She blushed when she saw how Mani was practically undressing her with his eyes. Aksha was flattered by the attention he was giving her, but she knew it was wrong to encourage him. She was engaged to Jagan, and Jagan could have a terrible temper when he thought she was flirting with other men, even if it was harmless.

"Um... I better go," Aksha mumbled. "It was good to see you Mani."

"Wait," Mani said, grabbing her arm as she turned to leave. "I, um... I need your advice on something. A website we are constructing for a new client has to appeal to women. You have a good eye, Aksha. Why don't you come to the studio and give me your opinion?"

Mani didn't want her to leave. Aksha was a link to Jagan and keeping her nearby seemed like a good idea. His hand tightened its grasp on her arm. Aksha could feel her heart pounding faster. She had always been attracted to Mani, but kept those feelings buried deep. The way he was touching her sent shivers through her body. She needed to get away.

"Um, I don't think that's a good idea," Aksha replied, averting his eyes. "Why don't we wait until Jagan can join us?"

"This can't wait," Mani said, tightening his grip. "Come on, Aksha. I promise not to tell Jagan about seeing you here if you do this for me. It will only take a second."

Mani guided her out of the pub and onto the sidewalk, keeping a firm grip on her arm. Aksha felt helpless to resist and let him steer her towards the studio. Her heart was beating faster. Something about the way Mani took charge excited her. Just calm down, she told herself. Let him show you what he wants to show you and then leave. No one will get hurt.

They entered the studio, which also served as Mani's apartment. It was a large room with computers and drawing boards on one side, and a lounging area with a TV, bed and tiny kitchen on the other. In the corner were a weight machine and a pull-up bar. Mani guided Aksha to one of the computers with a large screen and had her sit in the chair.

"Look, I should probably warn you that in this business you have to take the clients that are willing to pay, so what you are about to see is from a client that has... well, let's just say his tastes are not as normal as others. Still, I want this to be good art."

Mani clicked the button a few times. The screen filled with a drawing of a naked woman tied to a post. She had leather straps wrapped tightly around her body leaving her tits exposed and a tiny triangle hiding her pussy. Her nipples were pierced with rings that had a chain stretched between them. The dark-haired woman with bright red lipstick had a look of pure lust on her face.

"Tell me, Aksha, do you find this at all erotic, or does it turn you off? I need your opinion."

Aksha blushed and sat there in silence. She didn't know what to say. She did find the image erotic. It was the look in the woman's eyes. It was like she was looking back at Aksha and inviting her to join the dark and masochistic pleasure she was about to receive. Aksha felt her nipples grow hard. 'No' a voice in her head screamed. This is all wrong. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Um... I... I don't think I can help you," Aksha stuttered. "I don't know about these kinds of things. Look, I better get going."

Mani could tell by the way she stared at the screen that she was captivated by the image. He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to stay in the chair. Aksha didn't offer much resistance. She felt his strong hands squeeze her firmly and shuddered. Her head was pounding with excitement that she knew she shouldn't be feeling. Mani reached down and clicked the mouse until the image on the screen changed.

"I had considered this one but it just seemed too over the top for me. What do you think?"

The same woman was on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. A spiked iron collar was tight around her neck. A man standing behind her was pulling on a chain attached to it. With his other hand, he was cracking a whip across her bare ass. Her legs were spread with a clear image of her pussy dripping from between her cheeks. Her face was turned enough to see the pleasure she was feeling. A caption on the bottom read, "I was a bad girl. Master had to punish me."

"Oh..." Aksha gasped. "I... um... I don't know. It's... um..."

 

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She couldn't collect her thoughts. Things seemed to be spinning out of control. Mani tightened his grip so much that it almost hurt. Aksha felt her pussy clench. A trickle of juice escaped into her panties. She didn't know why her body was responding like this. She wasn't that kind of girl, or was she? She couldn't take her eyes off the image in front of her.

"You know, some girls like it like that," Mani said. "They get pleasure from rough sex. I once read that many women have a secret desire to be taken against their will, but they are afraid to act on their feelings. Have you ever thought about having sex like this?"

The image on the screen changed. The same woman was hanging against a wall with her hands tied together and pulled up over her head stretching her arms high. A gag was stuffed in her mouth. Her feet were tied to rings in the floor spreading her legs wide. Two nipple clamps were chained together with a small weight tugging down on them. A man was standing next to her with his hand choking her neck. In his other hand he was pumping a huge spiked dildo into her pussy.

"No... no, please," Aksha begged with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't want to see anymore. I shouldn't be here with you. I'm Jagan's fiancée. Please Mani -- let me go."

Those were the words she used but they didn't reflect what she was feeling. Aksha couldn't remember the last time she had been so sexually excited. Her nipples felt like they were going to burst. Her pussy twitched and clenched, soaking her panties with cunt juice. She felt Mani's fingers gently slide around her throat. Her body trembled.

"Did you know that Jagan stole this business right out from under me?" Mani asked, tightening his grip on her neck. "I trusted him. I was a fool. Now he's going to pay, and you're going to help me. How do you think he will feel when he finds out I fucked his fiancée?"

"No... no. I can't. Jagan will..."

"DON'T EVER use that name in front of me," Mani shouted while squeezing her neck so hard Aksha could barely breathe. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. What will it be, Aksha?"

Mani let go of her neck and spun her chair around until she was facing him. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down along with his briefs. A huge cock wavered back and forth in front of her face. He grabbed her hair, twisting it until she was looking up at him.

Aksha struggled to pull away but his grip on her hair was too tight. She looked up and saw the determination in his eyes. Her eyes moved to his cock and she gasped when she realized how much bigger he was than Jagan. A shudder went through her body. No, she thought, I can't. I'm engaged to Jagan. She reached into her purse and found her phone. Aksha hit redial knowing it was Jagan she had called last.

"Please Mani, this thing with the business must be a mistake," Aksha pleaded. "Ja... he would never do that to you. Let me call him and we can straighten everything out."

"Good idea, Aksha," Mani said, taking the phone from her hand. "I would be very interested in what he has to say when he finds out his fiancée has his partner's cock in her mouth."

"No," she begged with tears streaming down her face. "Talk to Jagan first."

"I told you not to say HIS FUCKING NAME."

Mani pressed the tip of his cock against her lips and shoved it into her mouth. At the same time, he hit the speaker button on the phone and laid it on the desk. It was still ringing. This was perfect, Mani thought. By the time Jagan arrived, she would be screaming with pleasure. He couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

Aksha felt his hard flesh slide over her tongue. At first she struggled to pull away, but his grip on her hair was so tight it was painful to move. She felt him slide deeper and slam it in and out so hard she almost choked. She also realized that her pussy was still leaking and her panties were soaked. She couldn't possibly be enjoying this, could she?

"Hey, baby," Jagan said, finally answering the phone. "What is it and why aren't you back here at the apartment?"

"Oh, hi Jagan," Mani replied. "Aksha stopped by the office to help me with a project. I would let you tell her all about it, but unfortunately she can't talk right now because she has something big and hard in her mouth."

Mani fucked her face hard and fast, causing Aksha to make loud gagging and choking sounds. Spit was dripping from her chin and tears were running down her cheeks. Mani forced his cock into her throat and held it deep. She struggled to pull away so she could breathe. When he finally pulled out, Aksha coughed loudly and gasped for air. Spit poured out from her lips.

"You're a dead man," Jagan yelled into the phone.

Mani yanked her out of the chair and pushed her face first onto the computer table, bending her arm behind her back so she couldn't move. Before she could say anything, he twisted her arm higher. Aksha screamed in pain. He yanked down her jeans and panties. With a single thrust, he plunged his cock deep into her cunt. At the same time he shoved a finger up her ass.

"Aksha?" Jagan asked. "Is he hurting you? Talk to me baby."

"Oh god, ooohhhh... JJJ... Jaaaaagan..."

 

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Mani pushed a second finger up Aksha's asshole twisting them around inside. His cock continued to hammer her pussy. Aksha squealed. She didn't want to be enjoying this, but she couldn't help herself. The pressure in her belly continued to build until it could no longer be contained.

Her body thrashed and jerked in a series of uncontrollable spasms. Pussy juice streamed down her thighs. Mani pulled his cock from her cunt and pressed the head against her sphincter.

"No, please," she begged between breaths, "Not there."

He pushed. The knob of his cock punched into her asshole. Mani dribbled a strand of spit down her crack for lubrication and shoved his cock deeper. Aksha screamed in pain but Mani showed no mercy. He went deeper and deeper into her dark passage.

"What are you doing to her?" Jagan asked. "Stop it right now, I'm warning you."

"Hey partner, don't worry about Aksha. That sausage she ate just didn't agree with her. First she choked on it and now I think she's feeling it in her bowels."

Mani drove the last few inches of his cock into her asshole. Aksha was now whimpering rather than screaming. He remained deep inside her ass without moving.

"Aksha baby, talk to me," Jagan pleaded. "What's he doing to you?"

"Cool it man," Mani replied, yanking her head up from the table by her hair. "Everything's okay. I think she's feeling a little better and can tell you herself. Go ahead, Aksha. Tell him how much you are enjoying yourself."

Mani reached around her body and pinched her nipple so hard that Aksha screamed. It really hurt, but then something else happened. Her pussy clenched and a gush of cunt juice soaked into her panties. The pain excited her. Everything he was doing excited her.

"Oh god Jagan," she moaned and whimpered. "I'm so sorry..."

"See, buddy... everything is just fine," Mani said slamming her face back down on the table. "Not only that, but I think your girlfriend is enjoying herself. In fact, I'm going to let you listen while we finish the project."

Mani plunged his cock in and out of her ass with deep and powerful thrusts. Aksha squealed. He went faster and faster. Jagan was screaming obscenities into the phone.

"I'm sorry, Aksha," Mani said loud enough for Jagan to hear between her squeals. "I'm so busy fucking your ass that I forgot to pay attention to your pussy."

Mani picked up a microphone with a bulbous head that was hooked into a powerful amplifier. He shoved it up Aksha's cunt, sliding it in and out of her pussy while he fucked her ass. Aksha was helpless to stop what happened next. The pressure in her bowels and deep in her cunt merged together in an explosion of ecstasy. Her body jerked and twisted as more juices streamed down her legs. Her screams of pleasure were unmistakable. Jagan continued yelling obscenities.

Mani flipped the switch of the amplifier to the 'on' position. A tiny current of electricity shot through Aksha's cunt. She screamed. After a few seconds he shut it off and then turned it on again. Aksha felt the shock reverberate through her body. It was painful but somehow, in the middle of the second jolt, her pussy exploded with another powerful orgasm. The third jolt sent her spinning into another dimension.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh... oh god... oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Mani pulled Aksha's limp body up from the desk and threw her into the chair. He took two alligator clips and attached them to her nipples, hooking the wire to the same dc power source with the microphone. He pressed the microphone against her clit and flipped the on switch. A blood curdling scream came out of her mouth as she twisted in the chair. Jagan was cursing and swearing up a storm.

"What's the matter, Jagan? You seem upset about something. You shouldn't be. Aksha has turned into quite a good assistant. In fact, I think I'll send you some pictures. You'll be really proud of her. We have to run now. We have work to do. Bye Jagan."

Mani figured they had at least forty-five minutes before Jagan arrived. Aksha was slumped over in the chair moaning. He grabbed her hair and forced her to look up at him with glazed eyes.

"Let's show Jagan what a good little cock sucker you are. He'll be pleased to see how far I'm able to get mine down your throat. Then maybe I'll give you a reward."

Mani jammed his cock into her mouth and snapped a few pictures of his cock sliding in and out between her lips. He took some more with it buried in her throat. She struggled to pull away but Mani was too strong. He fucked her face hard and deep, occasionally snapping a photo with her phone. When he felt cum boiling in his balls, Mani pulled out of her mouth and yanked her head back by the hair. He aimed his cock at her face.

 

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Aksha was coughing and gasping for air when the first blast of thick cream erupted from the head of his cock and sprayed like a hose up her nose and across her forehead. Another blast landed in her hair and splashed down the side of her face. Spurt after spurt drenched her until it was running down her cheeks and dripping from her chin. Mani continued to snap photos with Aksha's phone. He selected the best ones and typed a message before he hit send. It said, "Dear Jagan. I hope you enjoy the pictures. Working with Mani is so much fun. Love Aksha."

Mani ripped the rest of Aksha's clothes from her body and used duct tape to tie her to the chair. He told her he needed to go out for a few minutes. Aksha sat there with cum still dripping down her face. She wanted to be disgusted with everything he had done to her, but she would be lying to herself. The truth was difficult to accept. Aksha had never been so sexually aroused in her life. For some reason, the pain and the abuse only added to the pleasure. Aksha felt tears well up in her eyes as she understood what she was becoming. This new person hiding inside her body scared her. It also excited her.

As these thoughts drifted through her head, Aksha realized she had to pee in the worst way. The beers she had at the pub had filled her bladder, and the things Mani had done to her pussy and ass only added to the urge. Aksha wasn't sure how long she could hold it. Ten minutes later she was squirming in the chair and squeezing her thighs together to contain the pressure in her bladder. It was a losing battle. A small gush escaped and trickled down her ass.

Aksha shifted in the chair, hoping that would ease the urge. It didn't. More pee gushed from her pussy until she was sitting in a puddle. She shifted again, but it was a losing battle. The dam burst and she lost control of her bladder. Pee streamed out between her legs and poured over the edges of the chair, splattering onto the floor. The huge puddle of pee grew bigger and bigger until Aksha was finally able to squeeze it to a stop. Mani walked in the door just when she was finishing. He had a bag in his hand from the sex shop.

"What the fuck is this?" He screamed. "Did you pee all over my office?"

"I'm sorry," she replied meekly.

Aksha turned red with embarrassment. She hadn't meant to do it. She just couldn't hold it back. She knew Mani wasn't going to buy that or any other excuse. He was going to punish her. That though sent a chill of excitement through her body. What was she becoming?

Mani opened the bag and took out the items he had bought, laying them on the desk one at a time. There was a giant dildo, several vibrators, a butt plug, nipple clamps, handcuffs, a ball gag, a whip with tassels, and a vibrating ass plug. Aksha stared at the gadgets with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it, Aksha. I was hoping we could have a little fun before Jagan arrives, but now I have no choice but to punish you. I think I'll follow the old adage that the punishment should match the crime."

Mani pulled down his zipper and took out his cock. He pointed it at Aksha who was still bound to the chair and unable to move. A spray of golden pee shot out from the tip and drenched her tits. The warm liquid streamed down her stomach and over her pussy mixing with the puddle of pee in her chair. Mani moved the stream up to her face. Aksha closed her eyes. It splashed across her forehead and into her hair.

"Open your mouth, Aksha. Don't make me have to open it for you."

Tears mixed with pee streamed down her face. The tears were partly for the humiliation, but also for the feelings she wished she wasn't having. The throbbing in her pussy was undeniable. Deep in her subconscious she wanted to be humiliated and spanked and choked and fucked in the ass. She loved the way Mani dominated her. Aksha felt her lips part and her mouth open.

"Good girl."

A powerful spray of pee splashed off the roof of her mouth and gathered in her throat. She couldn't help but gulp down a little, although most of it poured over her lower lip and streamed down across her tits. Mani shoved his cock in her mouth and told her to wrap her lips around him. Her cheeks, filled with pee, puffed out like a chipmunk. Mani finally finished and pulled his cock from her mouth.

"Swallow it," he ordered.

Aksha took a few small gulps, but she gagged and coughed, spraying pee onto Mani's jeans.

"You little slut. You must enjoy getting punished."

Mani cut the duct tape from her wrists and yanked her out of the chair by her pee drenched hair. He dragged her across the room to the pull-up bar. He lowered it just enough so, when he looped the handcuffs over the bar and attached them to her hands with her arms stretched above her head, her toes were still touching the ground. He put the ball gag in her mouth and attached the nipple clamps, tightening them until she winced with pain.

"This is your lucky day, Aksha. I'm going to make you a movie star. I'll make sure to send Jagan the link to the internet site where it will be posted."

Mani mounted three cameras on tripods and positioned them at different angles. After taking a series of still photos, he switched them to video mode and put a leather mask over his head so he wouldn't be recognized. Standing behind Aksha, Mani cracked the knotted tassels of the whip across her ass cheeks. Her body jerked, but she couldn't scream because of the ball gag. Mani focused one of the cameras to get a close-up of her ass with red welts speckled across it. Another camera focused on her face and the tears running down her cheeks.

Aksha jerked each time she felt the whip crack across her ass cheeks. The nipple clamps dug painfully into the erect tips poking out from her breasts. With so much pain shooting through her body, why was her pussy throbbing and leaking pussy juice? It was like she could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure. It all seemed to blend together in some kind of sick erotic joke. The more he hurt her, the more pleasure she felt.

Mani put down the whip and spread her ass cheeks making sure the camera got a good look at her puckered sphincter. He inserted the butt plug and turned it to vibrate. Next, he focused one of the cameras on her pussy and zoomed in for close-up. Mani pulled a small lipstick sized vibrator from his bag of goodies and pressed it to her clit. Aksha's reaction was immediate. Her body bucked and jerked in a series of spasms. Juices squirted from her pussy and splattered onto the floor.

"You really like that, don't you? How about if we put something bigger up your ass - something like this?"

Mani picked up a huge ten inch flesh colored dildo in the shape of a penis. Aksha's eyes got big when he held it in front of her face. She shook her head no, but to no avail. Mani pulled the butt plug out of her ass and pressed the oversized head of the rubber cock against her sphincter. Aksha jerked and let out a muffled scream when it split her open and punched into her asshole. He worked it deeper and deeper until the entire ten inches was buried deep in her bowels.

 

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Aksha thought her insides were going to be ripped apart by the huge object stuffed up her ass. Mani didn't give her any time to adjust before he began slamming it in and out of her tight orifice. She bit her lip so hard that blood trickled down her chin. Suddenly, she felt another sensation. Mani had touched the vibrator to her clit again.

The pain in her asshole merged with the pleasure shooting through her pussy. Aksha soared into a series of uncontrollable spasms as her body jerked and twisted with explosion after explosion. Juices streamed down her legs and splattered onto the floor. Her body finally went limp from exhaustion. Mani pulled the dildo out of her ass and lifted her head by the hair, looking into her glazed eyes.

"You've been a really good sport, Aksha, but I'm afraid we have to bring our fun to an end. Jagan will be here soon. I want to leave him a little gift. I'm sure he won't mind if I cum in your pussy. Hopefully, you're on birth control."

Aksha's eyes got big. She shook her head no. At Jagan's insistence, she had stopped taking birth control pills two months ago. He wanted to start a family right away and had heard that it would take several months after she got off the pill to get pregnant. Since they were to be married in a month, an early pregnancy could easily be explained. Mani knew all this because Jagan had told him.

Mani re-inserted the butt plug and put it on vibrate. He pulled the ball gag from her mouth. Aksha begged him not to do it, but Mani put his hand over her mouth and ordered her to be quiet. He rubbed the knob of his cock back and forth through the folds of her pussy, making sure the camera had a good view. Suddenly, with a single powerful thrust, he rammed it deep into her cunt. His cock slammed into her again and again causing her body to jerk. Mani moved both hands to her neck and squeezed.

Aksha felt his grip tighten. She struggled for air, but it was hopeless. She was beginning to slip into a state of unconsciousness, but something strange was also happening. A heightened sense of pleasure coursed through her body in a state of euphoria unlike anything she had ever felt. The explosion that ripped through her pussy was more intense than any she had ever felt. It went on and on until blackness finally consumed her.

Mani let go of her neck and thrust deep into her limp body. Hot cum surged up his length and exploded into her dripping pussy. Spurt after spurt filled her until it was leaking out from the sides and running down her legs. Mani pulled out and stepped away. The camera captured the gush of cum and cunt juice that poured from her pussy and splattered onto the floor.

Aksha opened her eyes and stirred back to consciousness. Her body was exhausted. Her nipples hurt and her ass was sore, but her pussy still tingled with excitement. Aksha looked at Mani who was standing in front of her with a smirk on his face. Her body shuddered. What he had done to her had given her pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined.

"Give Jagan my regards," Mani said as he turned to leave. "I hope he enjoys the video. If you ever get the yearning for a real man, you know where to find me."

Aksha was still dangling naked from the pull-up bar when Jagan stormed through the door with two police officers. They quickly freed her and threw a blanket over her naked body. The three large TV screens scattered through the office were showing different angles of the video Mani had made. Jagan quickly disabled it.

"With the video, we have all the evidence we need for an arrest," one of the police officers said. "All we need from you is a statement that he forced you against your will."

Aksha closed her eyes and tried to think of a good response. Jagan could never give her what she now realized her body needed. She couldn't go back. She was a changed woman.

"I'm sorry officer," Aksha finally replied. "I was a bad girl. Master had to punish me, but he never forced me to do anything I didn't deserve or want him to do to me."

Aksha stood, put her engagement ring on the desk, and walked out the door with the blanket still wrapped around her body. Master would find her. She was sure of it.

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

#Kriti Kharbanda

It was late on a Saturday night when my wife, Kriti, and I were just getting back from dinner. Walking behind her as we headed to the front door of our house, I could not help but admire her body. Kriti Kharbanda was 5'3" with a slender figure. The short, white dress she wore showed off her fit legs and hinted at her round ass. It also nicely firmed up her breasts, although I could not see them as we approached the front door.

We had been attempting to interject some romance back into our marriage. We had been high school sweethearts and married young just a couple of years ago. But the excitement had gone out of our marriage as of late. Despite Kriti's lovely figure, lately I have found it difficult to perform in bed. I had written it off as a product of the stress I had been under recently, but I was also worried that I wasn't fulfilling her needs.

Fearing we were stuck in a rut, we had decided to try something different: we would go out for a nice dinner, and then return to the house and Kriti would don a sexy outfit she had purchased online.

As we reached the front door, I unlocked it and we both went inside the pitch-black house. I had just closed the door and started to reach for a light when a large hand grabbed me and through me against the wall, a large body immediately pinning me in place. I heard a yelp from Kriti that was quickly muffled.

The lights came on and I found myself pinned to the wall by a large, muscular black man. An equally large black man held Kriti to his torso, his thick arm wrapped around both her arms and stomach while his hand was clamped over her mouth. A look of terror filled her eyes. I was about to yell in protest when a third figure stepped into my field of vision.

I instantly recognized the hulking figure that was Tyrone. I had developed a gambling habit in college, a result of being away from my strict parents for the first time ever, and he had been my bookie. Embarrassed, I tried to keep it under control as I got older and graduated, but in the last several months things had spiraled out of control and I owed him 20,00,0000. I had been avoiding Tyrone while I tried to raise the money and I was shocked that he knew where I lived.

"Thought you could hide from me?" he said mockingly.

"Look," I replied desperately as fear swept over my body. "I can get you the money, I just need more time."

"I know ya' gonna get my money," Tyrone replied menacingly, "because I'm gonna give you a taste of what happens when I don't get **censored**." Tyrone began to walk towards me cracking his knuckles as his companion used his much larger body to keep me pinned to the wall.

"Please don't hurt him!" Kriti, who had worked her mouth free of her assailant's hand, shouted. "We'll do whatever you want, take whatever you want, just don't hurt him!" she pleaded. Tyrone stopped as he appeared to consider Kriti's pleas.

"Anything?" Tyrone asked coolly as he walked up to her.

"Y-Yes," she replied timidly. "I don't know what this is about but please don't hurt him. I'm sure we can work something out." Kriti still had the look of fear in her eyes and she looked up into Tyrone's face. Her fair skin, accented by a few freckles on her cheeks, stood in stark contrast to the deep black skin of the man holding her in place.

"Your husband owes me 20 Lakhs," Tyrone growled. Confusion swept across her face and blushed in shame. "He likes to bet big, but he sucks at picking teams. I've been waiting three months for him to give me what he owes me. I figure if I break some legs he'll cough the money up real fast."

"Look," Kriti replied desperately, "I'm sure we can figure something out, please don't hurt him."

Tyrone wrapped his hand around her neck as he smiled. "I saw something in your bedroom earlier that I think will work, let's go talk terms." He nodded to the man holding me "Jack," and then turned to the man that had grabbed me, "Mike, why don't you help our boy get a seat."

It was then that it dawned on me what Tyrone might have in mind. "NO!" I shouted. I was rewarded with a slug to the stomach from Mike that knocked the wind out of me and sent me sprawling onto the floor. I heaved as I tried to regain my breath. I looked up in time to see Tyrone leading Kriti into our bedroom with his hand around the back of her neck. I tried to protest but I was still breathless from Mike's hit.

I was hauled to my feet by Mike and Jack who dragged me over to a chair. Mike produced a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and slapped them on my wrist which he had pulled behind the back of the chair. Jack went into the kitchen and emerged with the duct tape we kept in our junk drawer. I tried to plead with them to let me go, but they ignored me as they taped my ankles to the chair.

I was initially relieved a few minutes later when I saw Kriti emerging from the bedroom. Surely, he couldn't have done anything to her in that short amount of time? My relief disappeared when she stepped into the living room and I saw what she was wearing. Tyrone had found the outfit Kriti had bought and forced her to put it on.

She had on a pair of black high heels which contrasted with the white thigh-high stockings she was wearing. A short, plaid mini skirt left visible her creamy thighs and an inch or two of her ass. A white, almost see-through, blouse with the ends tied above her belly button left her midriff exposed while nicely displaying her cleavage. New, bright-red lipstick stood out against her pale face. To complete the look, Tyrone had even made Kriti put her hair into a ponytail.

Walking behind her, Tyrone ushered her into the living room to the catcalls and approval of Mike and Jack. Kriti kept her arms folded across her chest in an effort to hide her braless bosom. I could see the discomfort on her face. I was the only man she had been with and the skimpy outfit was a far cry from the modest clothing she usually wore. I was shocked speechless by what was happening. Is this real? How did I allow this to happen?

Tyrone slapped Kriti across her ass prompting her to yelp. "Tell your husband what the plan is," he growled to her. Kriti closed her eye and let out a whimper as a look of pain flashed across her face. Tyrone responded by harshly grabbing the back of her neck. "look at him and tell him or he loses his kneecaps," he barked.

Kriti opened her eyes and met my gaze eye to eye. "I'm your wife, but tonight my body belongs to them," she said meekly, her voice cracking.

"Your whole body?" Tyrone asked, tightening his grip on her neck.

"Yes," she answered, her face turning red in embarrassment, "my mouth, tits, pussy and ass are all yours." I could see her eyes start to water, on the verge of tears. Mike and Jack howled their approval as they began to strip out of their clothes.

I finally found my voice and shouted in anger, "let her go!"

Tyrone responded with another slap across Kriti's ass, "tell him the other part of our deal."

"If you yell or talk they're going to make me scream louder than you," she let out, defeated. My jaw dropped in shock that I was tied to a chair, about to watch my wife be violated. She must have seen the distress in my face and tried to reassure me. "Honey, please. Let's just get through this, it'll be alright," she pleaded.

That evoked a laugh from Tyrone who had also stripped out of all his clothes. Grabbing Kriti's arms, he pulled them away from her chest, revealing her fully erect nipples. Oh my god, I thought, is she aroused? It couldn't be! I told myself. She must be cold in that outfit. I tried to reassure myself.

Jack and Mike, who had both stripped out of their clothes, came along side Kriti and, along with Tyrone, the three began to grope her chest, ass, and thighs. This elicited soft squeaks from a visibly apprehensive Kriti. Mike's hand slid up Kriti's leg, pushing up the skirt and revealing her bare vulva. She let out a soft moan as he began to rub her pussy while both Tyrone and Jack squeezed her breasts over her blouse.

Despite my shock, I could feel my heart pounding as I watched these men manhandle my wife. Having been distracted, I only now noticed that all three men had massive erections. Each one was much larger than my dick in both length and girth. They're going to ruin her, was all I could think.

"Alright," Tyrone interrupted, "Get on your knees."

Kriti slowly lowered herself onto the floor as she looked up at Tyrone, her eyes wide with trepidation. Tyrone grabbed the back of Kriti's head and brought it to his crotch.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded as he proceeded to slap Kriti's face with his massive cock.

"I-I want to suck your cock," Kriti answered gingerly. Mike and Jack snickered and grinned.

"Then get to it," Tyrone barked. Kriti opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth gently. Unimpressed, Tyrone grabbed her ponytail and pushed his cock further into her mouth, causing her to gag. Kriti tried to push back by bracing her hands against Tyrone's thighs, but Mike and Jack each grabbed a hand and brought it over to their respective cocks.

"Better keep us entertained," Mike told her menacingly, "or we'll find a way to entertain ourselves." Kriti began stroking the two cocks that had been placed in her hands while Tyrone moved her head up and down his shaft using her ponytail. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as his dick went further and further down her throat.

I was shocked that Kriti could take his rod so far down her throat. The few times I had managed to convince her to give me a blowjob, she had done little more than run the tip of my penis across her lips before turning the experience into a handjob. I was also embarrassed by the fact I found myself aroused. My dick hardened as I watched Kriti, in a schoolgirl outfit, on her knees having a massive cock rammed down her throat. Kriti reached her limit on how much cock she took as she yanked her head back, gagging and coughing.

"Lick my balls," Tyrone ordered as he pulled Kriti's ponytail back, forcing her to look up at him. Kriti lowered her face, bringing her tongue into contact with his testicles. She gently caressed and kissed Tyrone's balls as he continued to stroke his shaft. As his strokes quickened, he pushed Kriti's head forward, forcing part of his nutsack into her mouth which she began to suck on.

"Listen up, bitch," Tyrone commanded. Kriti opened her eyes to look up at Tyrone's face. "I'm gonna bust a nut in your mouth, and you're gonna make sure every drop of cum stays in your mouth. But don't swallow a drop 'till I say so, understand?" Kriti, without removing the balls from her mouth, nodded her understanding. "Now finish the job," Tyrone ordered.

Kriti let the testicles slide out of her mouth as she repositioned her face in front of Tyrone's monster cock and took the head into her mouth. She obediently began to move her head back and forth as she took more of the cock into her mouth. She released Mike's cock, wrapped her hand around Tyrone's shaft and began to stroke. Tyrone grabbed her other hand and brought it to his balls, which Kriti began to rub.

Kriti's hard work was rewarded moments later when Tyrone grabbed her hair, holding her head in place, and back his cock out of her mouth until just the tip protruded past her lips. He then let out a loud moan and he released his semen into her mouth. I could see Kriti wince and close her eyes as the first blast landed inside her mouth. After several moments, Tyrone finally finished moaning and Kriti slowly slid his cock out her mouth, making sure she sucked every bit of his seed into her mouth.

I felt even worse knowing that Kriti did not like the taste of cum. She had let me cum in her mouth once, and immediately spit it out, telling me she wouldn't do it again. Yet, I was also very aroused from watching her face fucking. My penis was now fully erect, and I found myself with the burning desire for relief.

"Now, show the hubby what you did," Tyrone told her. Kriti locked eyes with me and opened her mouth to reveal a load of semen so large that it threatened to spill out of the corners of her mouth. I was shocked that one man could produce so much cum. "Play with it!" Kriti stuck out her tongue, coated in Tyrone's jizz, and swirled it around for several seconds before it disappeared back beneath the surface of the cum in her mouth.

Tyrone had an ear to ear smile now. "Now, swallow it," he ordered. Kriti closed her eyes and, in one gulping motion, swallowed the entire load. A tart look came across her face as the liquid drained down her throat. Opening her mouth and eyes, Kriti stuck out her tongue to show Tyrone that she had done as told. Kriti glanced over at me and I knew she could see the raging erection under my slacks.

"Did you like that?" Tyrone asked. Kriti nodded her head, but Tyrone, unsatisfied with a nonverbal response, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she was again looking up at him. "Say it!"

"I liked your cum," she said obediently.

"Liked?"

"Loved. I loved your black cum."

"You want some more?"

"Y-yes, please."

"Better ask my boys then," Tyrone pointed at Mike and Jack.

Kriti turned to face the two, "please, I want you to fuck me with your big black dicks and give me your cum." The words coming from my lovely wife stung my ears. Even worse, I couldn't tell if Kriti was saying this out of fear or desire, and I tried to convince myself she was trying not to upset her assailants.

"Anything you want," Jack replied mockingly with a smile on his face. He and Mike grabbed Kriti's arms and lifted her unsteadily onto her feet. Mike undid the knot to her blouse and pulled it off of her. This gave everyone a nice view of her perfect tits and rock-hard nipples. Mike spun her around and shoved her onto a couch. A hard smack on her ass sent her scrambling onto her hands and knees as Mike positioned himself behind her.

Mike began to rub the tip of his cock up and down her slit. Kriti responded by letting out a long moan. Her moan grew louder as Mike began to force his cock into her waiting pussy. "Damn, she's wet," he exclaimed as his massive rod slid inside of her.