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"I'll take that as a yes" Ameesha glanced down at the obvious bulge in Yeshs trousers. "And you look very handsome" she reached out and straightened the lapel of his tuxedo.

"Don't you two look the pair" Gani's voice cut through the foyer. "Remember boy, she's Ameesha tonight not mom, got it" he chuckled. "Stick it to the poor bastards with their plain girlies."

Yesh blushed at his father's words. He was embarrassed at the reaction of his cock to seeing his beautiful mother. The fact she had acknowledged it stunned him.

"Have fun baby" Gani leaned over and kissed his wife's cheek. "Here" he handed a small envelope to Yesh. "For when the dance is done, you might need it."

Before the pair could even reply, Gani headed back to the living room and his television.

'Shall we" Ameesha asked softly.

Ever the gentleman, Yesh held the car door open and watched as his mother slipped in. His eyes were riveted to the expanse of leg that slipped free through her dress slit. Sliding into the driver's seat he glanced over and was stunned to see his mother made no attempt to adjust her dress.

As the pair drove towards town, Yesh tried to steal discreet glances at that supple thigh peeking through her dress slit.

"Yesh" Ameesha said softly.

"Sorry mom, I mean Ameesha" Yesh stuttered.

"Yesh" Ameesha rested a palm on his thigh. "You can look, go ahead I like it" she smiled.

"God" Yesh groaned softly.

"So where are we going?" Ameesha asked, trying to break the ice.

"The Carlton" Yesh said maneuvering the car. "It's the only place with a ballroom big enough."

Ameesha nodded her head. The Carlton Hotel was renowned for their ballroom, and held some of the biggest events in the city. It was also very formal and for once she was glad of her dress selection.

Parking with the valet, Ameesha slipped her arm inside Yeshs and the pair entered his senior college party. For the next hour she stayed tight to his side as Yesh drifted from one group of friends to another. She smiled and shook hands as her son introduced her as Ameesha Patel, his date.

Ameesha was surprised the first time Yesh used her sur name. The fact he even remembered surprised her, but it also impressed her that her son was thinking on his feet. Good move not using the same last name, she thought.

What shocked her were the looks she kept getting. First from the girls whose unconcealed stares bore what Ameesha could only call jealousy; to the hungry looks in the eyes of most of the boys in the room.

It wasn't more than moments after Yesh stepped away to get them both some punch, that two of the boys approached. Ameesha tried not to laugh at their clumsy attempts at making a pass at her.

"She's taken" a gruff voice came behind Ameesha. She turned in surprise to see Yesh standing there holding two glasses of punch, anger burning in his eyes. No, not anger, something else, Ameesha realized.

Dismissing the two young suitors, Ameesha accepted the drink. "Something wrong Yesh" she asked.

"They were hitting on you" her son half growled.

"That bothers you" Ameesha tried a soft probe.

"Fuckers" Yesh breathed.

"Someone is jealous" the mother couldn't help but smile.

"I shouldn't be, but I am," Yesh grunted.

"Good" Ameesha looked her son in the eyes. "They will try and come back, so if you want to stake your claim; you better be a serious mister," she softly told her son.

Three dances and an hour later, Ameesha knew Yesh wasn't just serious; he was deadly serious. Never once during that time did he let her out of his eyesight. Every time a boy came within ten feet, he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her tighter.

Ameesha revealed the attention; it had been decades since she had been to a dance; and to be the center of a man's attention. As the evening started to wind down, Ameesha found Yesh pulling her to the dance floor once again.

Wrapping her arms around her sons' neck, she snuggled in close, swaying to the slow music. It took less than two minutes before she could feel the hardening bulge press against her belly.

"You're hard," Ameesha whispered to her son.

"God...I'm so sorry..." Yesh sputtered.

"Don't be," Ameesha told her son. "There are a lot of beautiful girls here."

Her sons' sudden silence caught Ameesha. Sliding one hand from his neck she brought his face down until their eyes met.

"Who is she?" Ameesha asked softly.

"I can't..." Yesh almost moaned.

"Who, tell me?" Ameesha persisted.

"You" Yesh finally gasped out.

"You know how wrong this is" Ameesha's soft voice reached up to her son.

"Yes, and I can't help it" she heard her sons' admission.

"Why, I want to hear it." She asked.

"You're beautiful, you're sexy and you're desirable." Yesh almost gushed out. "You know...me...and yet you aren't afraid" his eyes brimmed with tears.

With a shudder, Ameesha decided it was time to put her cards on the table. Yesh had given her his confession, now it was her turn. She pressed her body into his, feeling that growing snake against her belly.

"Baby you have no idea" Her voice was husky. "I wouldn't be running away, I would be running TO you" she breathed in his ear.

"Oh God mom" Yesh trembled at her words.

"I think it's time we left," Ameesha told her son.

Slowly the pair walked back to their table where Ameesha gathered her small handbag. Suddenly Yesh stopped as if remembering. Reaching inside the breast pocket of the tuxedo, he drew out the small white envelope his father had given him.

Flipping open the top, he pulled out a small piece of paper. His eyes stared at it as if not understanding what it was.

"Oh God" Ameesha heard her son whisper. "It's an online voucher for a room at Carlton" he told her.

"It's what" Ameesha asked stunned.

"Dad booked us a room," Yesh said, stunned.

"It can't be" Ameesha took the small paper.

Sure enough, it was exactly what Yesh had said. Gani had gone online, booked a room for two at the Carlton, and had put the confirmation and payment information into the envelope.

Ameesha opened her small handbag and pulled out her cellphone. Her fingers flew over the keys.

'Gani why' she hit send. It only took a moment for the screen to flash an answer. 'Because I can't but he can. Have fun both of you and I love you both'

"Oh my God" Ameesha whispered in shock.

"Ameesha, come with me" there was something in her sons' voice. A new confidence she had not heard before.

Stunned, the mother took her son by the hand and followed him to the lobby of the hotel. She watched mutely as he stood at the desk and exchanged the small slip of paper for an ornate room key.

Still numb, Ameesha let her son lead her to the elevator; it wasn't until the doors slid shut in privacy, that she found her voice. "He knows...he knew I would" She whispered.

"Do you want to stop?" Yesh asked her. "It's now or never mom" his voice pulled something out of her.

Weeks of raging hormones, mind numbing fantasy filled orgasms to a ten inch dildo rolled through Ameesha's belly. Her eyes looked first into her sons' eyes and then down at the obvious bulge in his stacks that was far bigger than any man had the right to be.

With almost a lunge Ameesha pressed her son against the wall of the elevator, reaching down she tried vainly to wrap her slender hand around the huge pole in his slacks.

"I want this fucking thing shoved so far into me it comes out my throat" she husked.

By the time the elevator doors had opened and the pair reached the door to their room, Ameesha had successfully opened most of the buttons on her son's shirt. Her fingers trailed over the firm biceps and pecs that were hidden inside the cloth.

Once inside the door to the room, Ameesha found her lips crushed by Yeshs as he maneuvered her through the room. Gasping, the pair broke free as Yesh stripped off what remained of his shirt and tux jacket. Ameesha felt a tremor as she stared at his now bare upper body. God she wanted this, she thought. No, she needed this.

Reaching behind her back, her fingers found the zipper to her dress. She froze at her sons' words.

"Stop" his voice is almost harsh. "I want to...please" he said more softly.

Ameesha let her hands fall limp at her sides as she offered herself to her son. She watched his face as first the sound of the zipper lowering filled the room, and then the wonder filled his face as her dress slowly slipped free to puddle at her feet.

"So fucking beautiful" she heard her son whisper.

Standing only in her black panties, Ameesha watched as her son's eyes all but devoured her. She could feel those raging hormones peaking inside her hot belly.

"You like" she asked suddenly, conscious of her pooch at her belly, and the full mature hips. She was no eighteen year old, and didn't feel she could compete with what they had left downstairs.

Rather than answer her, Ameesha watched as Yesh unbuckled and unzipped his slacks. Hooking fingers in both trousers and boxers, he lowered the pair to the floor. As he rose back up Ameesha could only gasp at the sight.

"Oh fuck" she couldn't help the words as they slipped out.

Yesh stood before her, this time no soft member swinging between his thighs. This time, a raging monster of what had to be at least ten inches of cock meat reared before her.

In awe, Ameesha slowly slipped to her knees before her son. She felt like she was worshiping this hunk of meat throbbing in front of her.

"Perfect" she whispered. "So perfect" as her hand rose, slender fingers tried vainly to wrap around his thick girth.

She could feel blood pulse through the heavy veins that traveled down the hard shaft, throbbing against her palm. She could feel her saliva pooling in her mouth as she stared at her son.

"Yesh" Ameesha whispered, even as she felt her own juices begin to drip down her trembling thighs. "I am about to become the biggest whore you have ever met." She told her son. "Forgive me" she whispered, and then her hot mouth descended on him.

"Oh fuck" she heard Yesh moan above her as she sucked him in.

His taste coated her tongue, and his scent filled her nostrils as she tried to push more of him into her throat.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm" Ameesha gave an obscene moan as she sucked deeply on his huge cock. She felt the engorged head bump against the back of her throat. Fuck he was HUGE she dimly thought.

"Mom...mom" she heard from above her.

"Fuck my mouth" Ameesha begged as she popped her mouth free for a moment. "Fuck my face like the whore I am" she gasped. Ameesha jammed her mouth back onto his pulsing cock.

True to her words, she felt her son's fingers curl in her hair, as his hips began to pump. God yesss she thought. Fuck your whore mother's mouth was the only thought in her mind.

Ameesha knelt servicing her son as she had only had fantasies of doing. Her thin panties so soaked with her dripping cream she could feel it running down her thighs.

Her mouth was barely half down his huge cock before the head hit the back of her throat again, causing her to gag on his magnificent cock.

"Ullkkkkkkkkkkkkk" was the only sound she could emit around a mouth stretched wide with hard meat.

Ameesha could feel her own spit dribble from the corner of her mouth with every stroke. God he was using her just like she had told him. One hand reached around and grabbed a firm ass cheek to steady her as Yesh pounded into her mouth.

Her jaw ached, it was stretched wide as she sucked like a mad woman. She reached up her other hand and began to massage the heavy balls swinging between his thighs.

"Oh fuck...oh shit..." she could hear him grunting above her.

Ameesha felt his cock throb inside her mouth, she knew he was about to explode. Popping her mouth free she pumped furiously at the stalk aiming the purple head for her open mouth.

"Give it to me baby" she whimpered. "Give momma every fucking drop." She told him.

"Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she heard Yesh roar above her.

She felt his cock literally lurch in her grip, then stared in wonder as the piss hole on the end expanded open. Suddenly the first jet of his cum shot from the tip, bathing her face from nose to chin in him.

"Yesssssssssssssssss" Ameesha moaned as her son's warm cum covered her face. "Cum baby" she encouraged her son.

"Oh my fucking God" Yesh grunted; as a second thick rope burst free.

This time Ameesha aimed better as she felt the thick hot liquid coat her tongue and then slide down her throat. She knew she had to look like some cheap whore as she knelt in the hotel room all but nude, pumping every drop she could out of her son's massive cock.

By the time Yesh had shuddered down from his orgasm, Ameesha extended her tongue and ran it along her face. Then used her fingers to scoop off the slimy goo and pop it into her hungry mouth.

"Delicious" she murmured as she tasted her son for the first time. She was damned if it would be the last, she thought.

Ameesha gave a squeal as Yesh reached down and lifted her from the floor in one fluid move. With a flex of his arms, Ameesha felt her body flung onto the bed. Scooting back fully onto the mattress she looked up at her son, seeing the almost feral hunger in his eyes.

"You want it baby...then come and get it." She told her son.

Thinking of her son as the inexperienced virgin, Ameesha expected him to immediately climb on top of her; not that she would have objected right then. Instead, she was shocked when her son dropped his weight onto the mattress between her lewdly spread thighs.

 

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She felt strong fingers wrap into the elastic waist of her panties, then a ripping sound as he tore the flimsy fabric from her.

"Fuck yes" Ameesha gasped. "Take what you want baby" she moaned.

"SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" her scream echoed across the room as the sudden heat of Yesh's mouth closed over her quivering sex.

Ameesha shuddered and shook as she felt her son's hot tongue drive between her drenched lips to scoop at her honey. Then she felt it pull free to drag across her sensitive clit.

"Oh fuck...yes...eat me...eat me...." She babbled.

What he lacked in experience, Yesh more than made up for in ferocity; as he devoured his mother. Ameesha felt her body rocked with mini waves as she listened to the wet slurping between her thighs. Her hands shot down and gripped his head as her ass rose from the bed.

"Oh fuck...make me cum...yes...yes..." she chanted.

Gani had never really been a fan or oral sex, though he had tried when the prostate issues came. What Ameesha had thought of as orgasms swiftly paled to the climb she was on now.

"Oh God...Oh God..." she moaned as the freight train barreled down on her.

Looking down at her son, Ameesha saw the most obscene sight of her life as her son feasted on her willing cunt. No fantasy could compare to the sight before her.

"I'm going...oh shit....Yesh..." she gasped as her belly knotted.

"Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" Ameesha wailed as her entire body exploded.

Her hips came up from the bed, mashing her pelvis into Yesh's face trapped between her thighs. River after river flowed out of her as Yesh drank her.

"So good....so good..." Ameesha moaned as her body settled back onto the bed.

Even as she felt after-shocks flex through her belly, she felt Yesh slide up her sweat slick torso. She could only lay limp and trembling as she felt that massive head lodge between her engorged lips.

"Now I'm a motherfucker" her son's voice filled her ear.

Ameesha grunted as that fat head entered her with a wet pop. "Oh fuck" she moaned as her walls tried to stretch to fit him. She was stunned to realize even the dildo she had bought did not match what her son was now driving into her.

Inch by inch she felt him filling her. To Ameesha it felt like his cock never ended as Yesh pushed deeper. How could any man be this BIG she dimly thought?

"Finally" Yesh breathed in her ear as his pelvis settled over hers.

There was only one thing Ameesha could do at that moment. "Cumminngg" she gasped as her pinned body convulsed under her son.

Just the sheer presence of him inside her sent wave after wave rolling through her. He hadn't even started fucking her and already she was cumming.

"Cum on my cock mom" Yesh told her.

"Nahhhhhhhhhhhh" Ameesha moaned as she felt him pull back to about half length, then drive back into her.

Ameesha watched with glazed eyes as Yesh rose up on his arms above her. He's going to...Oh God...her mind tried to accept what was about to happen. She felt him draw back his full length until just the fat head rested inside her.

"FFFUUUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" Ameesha screamed as Yesh pounded down hard into her. She felt her body bounce on the bed as she took his hard thrust.

"Yesh...oh God Yesh...." Ameesha moaned as his hips began to rise and fall. Every thrust sent a new wave through her belly.

For the next thirty minutes, what felt like thirty hours to the wanton mother; her son used her body again and again. Pounding strokes accompanied by the sucking noise of his cock drilling her soaked cunt. Ameesha felt wave after wave as she felt like she was in a continuous orgasm. Never had she been fucked like this.

She could feel her fists pound the mattress, her legs wrap around his waist. Every inch of her cunt walls screamed with pleasure when he filled her. Ameesha knew this had partly been her husbands' idea. She wondered if the poor man realized his sex starved wife had forever been ruined for any other man.

Suddenly Ameesha felt the impossible as that telephone pole of a cock swelled even more inside her. Her eyes popped open and she stared up at her son.

"That's it baby" she begged. "Don't stop, cum in me. Oh God yesssss." She moaned.

"Mom ....are you..." Yesh tried to grunt out above her.

Gallant to the end, her son was worried if she was safe. Right then she didn't give a damn if she was or not. His cock belonged right where it was when it dumped that hot load. Her nails raked down his back and then dug into the cheeks of his ass.

"Yes baby, do it" she hissed. "Cum in me, fill my pussy." She whimpered. "Needed this....dreamed of this....don't stop ever..." she moaned.

She didn't know how, but it felt like Yesh rammed his cock even deeper. It felt like it would come out the other side of her stomach as his pelvis mashed against hers.

"Ameeeeeshaa" Yesh roared above her; even as she felt his cock throb along her walls. A white hot fire filled her belly as she felt his seed pumping into her.

"Yeshnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn" Ameesha wailed as her body convulsed again. She had lost track of how many orgasms she had been having; and it really didn't matter to her.

What amazed the mother was that her juices ejected with such force, they seeped around that huge piece of meat buried in her; running down the crack of her ass to soak the bed under her.

Ameesha could feel rope after rope pumping into her stretched belly. God how much could he cum, she dimly wondered. Not just him, shit she hadn't stopped cumming the moment that huge cock slid into her.

As her body slowly settled to the bed, she felt the light burning along her stretched walls as they contracted around her sons' cock. God was she going to hurt tomorrow, but it was going to be a beautiful hurt.

She listened to Yeshs' breathing even out as he drifted to sleep on the bed beside her. The room was theirs until tomorrow, and she knew she couldn't move right now even if she wanted to; and she damn well didn't.

It seemed like only the blink of an eye when Ameesha startled awake. Sliding out from under her son's arm, she padded softly into the small bathroom. Standing at the sink drying her hands, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror over the sink.

"Damn woman," she whispered to herself. "You finally did it" she shook her head at her image.

She glanced out the door at the form of her sleeping son, the light from the bathroom casting a beam across the bed. Even from this distance she could make out that formidable bulge in the sheet at his groin.

"Was it worth it?" she whispered to herself. "Was it worth cheating on your husband or worth committing incest with your son" she stared at that lump as if it were calling to her. "Fuck yes" she whispered back at herself.

Leaving the light on, Ameesha entered the room and crawled onto the bed. With a trembling hand she gently pulled the sheet away. She didn't want to wake him, but damn she had to see that thing.

"God" her hushed voice breathed out as Yesh's cock slid into view. It looked like a huge pipe laying across his thigh.

Gently she reached out and tried to wrap one hand around the thick stalk. God, she mused, she couldn't even get her fingers around the thing. She almost dropped the thing when it gave a small jerk against her hand.

Oh My God, she stared in wonder as it began to fill with blood. He's getting hard again. She was stunned. She couldn't resist giving Yeshs cock a gentle tug, urging it onward. She watched in amazement as it stretched taller in her grip,

"Fucking hell" she gasped as the purple head began to distend again. She could see her dried cum caking along the shaft and matted in his pubic hair. I must have cum like a fucking geyser, she thought.

Ameesha watched as a clear drop of pre cum oozed from the tip. She felt her belly flip over as she leaned down and swiped her tongue over his cock, catching the small drop on the tip of her tongue.

"Mom" she heard Yesh's sleepy voice.

"I'm sorry Yesh" Ameesha almost moaned. "I didn't mean to wake you" she told her son. "It's just...I couldn't...I wanted to..." she stumbled. "God I love your cock." She almost gushed out.

"Then suck it mom" Yeshs voice filled the quiet room.

Without even a second thought Ameesha lowered her mouth onto his throbbing manhood. "Mmmmmmm" she hummed as the mixed taste of their previous session filled her mouth.

"That's it mom, suck your sons' horse dick." Yesh rumbled."Do you think one time was enough, you can forget that" her son hissed at her.

God, he plans on fucking me again, Ameesha couldn't help the quiver that ran through her. The room quickly filled with the obscene sound of sucking and slurping as Ameesha tried to ram more and more down her throat.

"You like that...sucking your son's cock" Yesh goaded her on.

"Nnngggggggg" was all Ameesha could moan as she shoved her throat further down.

One hand slipped between her thighs and she shook as he rammed two fingers up her already dripping hole. Ameesha knew she had to be a sight, kneeling at her son's side, her small mouth stuffed full of him while he fingered her soaking pussy.

"God you're such a slut" Yeshs name calling only fueled her. "You want me to fuck you like a slut?" his voice burned into her.

"Yesssssssssss" Ameesha groaned as she pulled her mouth free. "Fuck YOUR slut" she told her son.

Ameesha was surprised at how quickly Yesh turned and slid onto his knees at the same time. She watched as he slipped behind her, gripping his throbbing cock. What was he doing?, she wondered. Then she gave a small squeak of surprise when she felt his hand press against the high of her back, forcing her forward.

Looking over her shoulder, she could only watch as Yesh positioned himself on his knees behind her. His shove had forced her forward onto her hands and knees, now she saw her son position his body to mount her from behind.

"Oh God Yesh" Ameesha moaned. "Fuck your slut baby." She gave her son permission.

Glancing at the mirror over the small dresser, Ameesha watched as Yesh aimed that huge pipe for her tiny hole. God, she thought, he's going to mount me like some bitch in heat.

"'I'm going to fuck you so much" Yeshs husky voice came from behind her. "That when we leave in the morning you'll look like you have been riding a horse for a week."

"Oh my fucking God" Clair could barely whisper. She stared into the mirror and watched as the hottest and nastiest fantasy she had ever masturbated too began to come true before her eyes.

"Oh fuck" Ameesha grunted as she both felt and watched as that swollen purple head slid into her tight cunt.

Ameesha starred in a mixture of horror and lust as she watched her sons' huge cock begin to slide into her an inch at a time. She could actually see the thick veins along his shaft pulse with blood they were so distended.

His balls looked huge and heavy as they hung beneath him; she tried to imagine how much cum was stored in them right now.

"Oh God Yesh" Ameesha gasped. "So big...so deep...oh god...oh god..." she babbled as she saw his entire cock disappear inside her. God how did she even fit that thing inside her she marveled.

Ameesha watched as the cheeks of her mature full ass shook when Yesh's hips collided against them. She looked at her sons' face, seeing that grimace of lust as he slowly began to pump into her.

"You're so fucking tight" Ameesha could hear Yesh moaning behind her.

"That's it, fuck your whore mother" Ameesha moaned as she surrendered to her son.

She heard him grunt more than ram deep inside her; deeper than she had ever felt a cock before. To the point he was stretching her places she never even knew of.

"Oh God Yesh, I'm going to cum." Ameesha hissed through gritted teeth.

Suddenly she felt her son grip her hips in his powerful hands. As if she had hit a switch in him, he began to pound furiously into her.

Ameesha opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a soft whimper as her spit dripped down her chin. Her eyes rolled back as her son used her body.

As a huge wave crashed over her body, she felt Yesh tangle his fingers in her long brunette hair, and with a savage jerk bring her head up, arching her back. The motion rammed her body back, impaling her on his huge cock.

"Take my cum mommy slut" Yesh's voice rasped in her ear. Even as he spoke she felt his cock spasm deep inside her, and a scorching heat wash her sensitive walls.

Ameesha felt herself pulled upward, her helpless arms waving in front of her as her son drove her down hard on him. Like two cars colliding, she felt a second orgasm smash into the first before it was even done.

"Cumming...cumming for my son" she babbled. "Use me...take me...breed me...just never stop FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Ameesha's voice climbed with each word until it turned into a long wail.

Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt the most unbelievable sensation. Yesh released her hair and gripped her hips, ramming deep into her with the most powerful thrust, Ameesha felt like she was going to split in half on his huge dick, her entire being centered on that cock.

Just as she felt the first heat fill her belly Ameesha felt Yesh shift his hands to her quivering ass cheeks. Suddenly she felt her tight ring opening as he slipped his thumb into her virgin ass. Gani had always felt anal sex was dirty, and even though Ameesha had tried a few times, she had never felt the forbidden sensation and had always wondered in the back of her mind what anal sex would be like. Now, she was finding out from the one man who had taken over her entire body.

Ameesha dropped her head down, trying to muffle her scream as her pelvis exploded with white light. She felt the tightness stretching from her ass to her cunt as her son used both her holes at the same time.

"SHHHIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" Ameesha screamed into to bed sheets. She could feel herself vibrate as her hot juices erupted from between her thighs and sprayed over the bed under the pair.

"Cumming...oh fuck I'm cumming so gooooooddddddddd" Ameesha moaned as she rolled with her orgasm.

Turning her sweat stained face on the sheets her eyes locked to the mirror. She could actually watch as Yeshs' cock, only half inside her, throbbed and flexed before her eyes as he pumped his hot load into her.

"Cum in me...oh God yes..." she faintly whispered as darkness enveloped her mind.

When Ameesha roused a few moments later, she found herself lying face down on the sheets, the puddle of their sex under her slick body. She could feel a thick glob of slime oozing out of her stretched hole. Slowly she turned her head and looked at her son stretched out beside her.

"You OK mom" he asked softly. "You passed out for a minute" his voice worried.

"Am I OK" she could hear how hoarse her voice was from all her screaming. "Baby you could fuck me to death and I would be OK." She whispered back.

Yesh said the most wonderful words she had ever heard. "Maybe not to death" she heard him say softly. "But any day or any time I would love to fuck you; because I love you mom."

You have no idea what you just promised was the only thought Ameesha had as sleep overtook them both.

The-End

 

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#Sonam Kapoor

I have been married for eight years. My husband Jake is a nice man but has a low sex drive. As he gets older, his sex drive is getting worse. Sadly, for me, as I get older my sex drive is going crazy. I just turned 37 and thought that my husband would fuck my brains out after a romantic dinner as my birthday present. Instead, he came home late from work and forgot my birthday altogether. Needless to say, I was pissed and I gave him the cold shoulder for close to a month. The little shit didn't even notice for almost a week that I was mad at him.

I found myself going out for drinks with my girlfriends more and more. We would sit in our local watering hole and complain about our husbands for hours. One of the girls didn't bitch with us and just sat and smiled as we told our stories about our useless husbands. Finally, I slapped Kate hard and asked her what she was smiling about. She giggled and said she fixed her husband's issues and doesn't have anything to complain about. One of my friends laughed and asked if she had killed him and buried him in the backyard. Kate said that she found a friend to play with that had no drama.

We probed her for details. Kate played coy for a few minutes and spilled the beans. Kate had made a profile on a dating app for people who wanted to cheat on their spouse. She received a bunch of interest and had met some of the men for sex. She said she had not felt so satisfied sexually in years. We all howled, and acted like school girls. We couldn't believe it, one of us was cheating on their husband. It seemed so taboo. Four or five drinks later, Kate said we should all make a profile and see what was out there. We giggled and said no, but we all secretly wanted to do it. Face it, my pussy needed some attention.

Before we left the bar that night, we had each given in and made a profile. I took an Uber home and slipped into bed and passed out next to my husband. The next morning, I felt like twenty miles of bad road as I got ready for work. Seven total drinks was way past my limit. Just before I left for work, I turned on my phone. The screen lit up and the phone began to wake up. As it awoke, it began to buzz repeatedly. I never get messages, so I was interested in what all the buzzing was about. I looked at the screen and there was an icon that I wasn't familiar with. I pressed it and the cheaters app opened. My heart raced as I looked down and found that I had 27 messages.

I read the first message. It was a dick pic from some guy saying he was going to stick it in my ass. I laughed and swiped it away. The next couple were not much better. I was running late to work and didn't have time to get through them all. Just before I shut the app off, I read one more. The message was different from the others. It read, "Boys treat women like girls, but real men treat women like Queens. I will be your King." My heart skipped a beat. I pressed the profile button to see who he was. To my surprise, the screen was filled with a very handsome Black man, with a beautiful smile and muscles like a Greek god. Shit, he was hot. I felt my body get very warm. Damn it, I needed to get to work. I shut the app and drove to work.

I don't even remember the drive. All I could think of was that picture and his smooth words. I got to work and immediately went to the ladies' room. I locked myself into a stall and turned my app back on. I went to his page and surfed through his profile. At the bottom, there was a button to press to respond. My heart raced, I got sweaty and hesitated three or four times before I finally hit the button. A blank page opened and stared at me. I didn't know what to say. I was flustered. Should I even respond? Then finally, I responded with, "your Queen awaits." I then pressed send and closed the app.

The rest of the day, I day-dreamed and literally got nothing done at work. About 4 pm, I opened the app again to look at the rest of the people who responded. To my surprise, the Black god had responded. He said that he was available for drinks at seven and that if I was interested, I could meet him at the fancy hotel bar downtown. Once again, my heart raced. I didn't know what to do. After what seemed like hours, I responded with, "I will be there at 7." I called my husband and said I need to work very late and not to wait up. He said it was ok and to take my time.

I ran home before my husband got there and I slipped into different clothes. I put on a tight black skirt, tight white cotton top and my favorite patent leather 5-inch platform pumps. I let my long brunette hair down and put on just enough makeup to look good without looking slutty. As soon as I was finished, I slipped out the backdoor in case my husband arrived home early. I was very nervous. I drove around for a while to try to calm myself down. Time flew and 7 pm arrived quickly. I arrived at the hotel just as the clock hit 7 pm. I parked the car in the parking garage and made my way to the bar.

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As I arrived, the bar was virtually empty. There were a couple of businessman sitting at the bar. As I walked in, their eyes were glued on me. I could feel their stares as if they had their hands all over me. I went to a booth and sat down. The businessmen stared at me and whispered until one decided to get up enough nerve to make his way over to me. He was a middle-aged man that reminded me of my father. He slinked over and introduced himself. I was gracious but didn't encourage him. This evening was becoming a disaster. Suddenly, a very tall figure appeared behind the businessman, and in a booming voice, asked if he was bothering me. I said no, and that he was just leaving. The businessman turned around and stared into the chest of a very muscular Black man. The businessman sputtered a bit and slipped away quickly.

My knight in shining armor put his hand out to mine. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me to my feet. He introduced himself as James and said that he had a private booth on the fifth floor in the executive club. I followed him like a puppy without even saying a word. We took the elevator to the fifth floor and walked to a door that said "Private Club, Members Only". We entered the club. It was beautiful. There was a lot of dark wood on the walls and very plush carpet. There were booths along the wall that were somewhat private. Some of the booths had people in them talking and drinking. James directed me to a booth and asked what I wanted to drink. I told him to surprise me and he smiled broadly, showing his snow-white teeth. My goodness, he was so handsome.

It didn't take long before James returned with two drinks. He had what looked like bourbon and he handed me something that looked like a chocolate smoothie in a martini glass. I took a sip. It was fantastic. It seemed like it was alcohol free, but I knew it wasn't. James and I talked easily for what seemed like hours. He was smooth. Real smooth. It didn't take long before I was in his arms, snuggled up to him, with his strong, muscular arm around me. I was on my third drink when I realized I was toasted and very horny. I had lost all inhibition and wanted desperately to be with him.

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I reached up and placed my finger on his lips and softly moved it across, then whispered, I want these lips right now. James leaned over and kissed me deeply. His left hand had been on my thigh and it made its way between my legs. His large fingers brushed up against my panties. His eyes opened wide, then he rubbed my panty a bit harder and told me that I needed to get my wet panties off as soon as possible. Without saying another word, James scooped me up from our booth and whisked me out of the club. He walked us to the end of the hallway and typed a code into the hotel room keypad. The door opened and we entered an executive suite. It was large and very nice, with a view to die for.

I walked to the window and looked out over the city. James walked up to me from behind and put his arms around me. He bent down and kissed my neck. I let my head fall to the side and allowed him full access to my neck. His lips were firm and warm. His kisses were amazing. I turned my head to meet his lips. Our lips met and he began to passionately kiss me from behind. His hands deftly made their way under my blouse, and in one motion it was off my body. He unzipped my skirt and pulled it down over my hips till it fell to the floor. Within seconds, I was standing, facing the city, in my bra and panties and my heels.

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James pulled me close. I could feel his cock growing through his pants, as he wedged it between my ass cheeks. His cock felt warm and very large. James unclipped my bra like an expert and then placed his fingers in the waist of my panties and pushed them past my hips and to the floor with my skirt. He grabbed my wrists and placed my hand above my head against the glass. He then lifted my left leg and flicked my shirt and panties aside, then he did the same to my right leg. There I was, totally naked, facing the city I grew up in, spread eagle with my hands above my head. It was so erotic. I found myself trembling a bit.

James stepped back for a moment and within seconds was naked behind me. The first thing I felt was his large warm hands on my bubble butt. He said he liked what he saw. I tried to turn to look at him but he pushed me against the glass and told me not to turn around. His hands then explored my body. They traveled from my butt, up my torso until they cupped my perky tits. Again, his lips traced the length of my neck till it reached my ear. As he did, one hand dropped to my pussy. As his index finger touched my swollen clit, he whispered into my ear. He softly said that he was going to make my pussy cry tears of pleasure. He said that he would take me to a place of sheer ecstasy. He then asked if I was ready to go to heaven. My legs buckled as I gasped yes.

James pulled my hips towards him. My body bent forward. He anchored my hands back on the window, then, I felt him place the tip of his cock against my pussy. The head of his cock was firm and very warm. It seemed to be huge. He moved it up and down on my pussy lips which produced more wetness than I have ever experienced. James then gripped my hips hard and began to impale me with his manhood. As the tip began to enter me, it felt like he was placing his whole arm inside me. My eyes opened wide and I popped up on the tips of my toes. I let out a yelp. James told me to relax, there was more to come. He slowly continued to push his cock into my tight hole. It seemed like it would never stop.

Finally, I felt him hit my womb. As it did he lifted me off the floor a bit. Fuck, I thought. He just bottomed out inside me. He then leaned forward and whispered in my ear again. He told me to relax and enjoy the ride. I took a deep breath and James began slowly pumping his massive weapon in and out of me. The first few thrusts hurt, but then a strange feeling came over me. My vagina began to tingle, almost like an electric shock. My insides began to pulse gently as he continued to penetrate me in a way no man had ever done. My nipples were hard as rocks and looked like I had grown fingers on my chest. My breasts were firm and swollen. James' right hand made its way to my chest where he pinched my nipples between his large fingers. This made me jump which made my pussy contract on his cock.

James chuckled. It was the reaction he was looking for. Then he pushed me flat against the window and began to pound me hard from behind. My face was plastered to the glass, looking straight out to the world. My breasts were pushed flat against the glass. James began to pound my pussy hard, so hard that my feet kept coming off the floor. A moment later he grabbed my waist and picked me up off the floor and began to pile drive me into submission. I was being fucked harder than any man had ever done before. I had no control of my body. My vagina was rhythmically spasming and producing what felt like lightning bolts through my body. My pussy gushed huge volumes of moisture. It flowed down my legs as if I was pissing myself. My insides felt like they were a sleeve that was made for the expressed purpose of accepting his huge Black cock and his thick warm seed. My legs were shaking uncontrollably like I was having a seizure. I was in an erotic, sexual trance. He fucked me into submission for about 15 minutes.

Then it hit me like a freight train. I let out an involuntary scream as though I was being murdered. My body went into a convulsion of some sort and then my pussy just exploded. For the first time in my life, I squirted all over a man's cock. I mean really squirted. It was like I hadn't peed in a month. I orgasmed for what seemed like a full minute. As I did, James grabbed me around the waist and put one hand on my throat and began to growl like an untamed animal. His body stiffened, then I felt an amazing feeling that I had never experienced before. I felt a growing warmth inside my belly. The warmth grew with every shot of potent seed that his cock buried inside me. It felt marvelous, not astonishing. I had never felt this way before. In fact, I hand never had an orgasm by someone just fucking me. This was no orgasm either, this was an out of body experience.

It took a while for the two of us to catch our breaths. James slowly lowered me back to the floor and stepped back slightly to release me from the glass. His thickness remained deep within my still tingling tunnel. He put his mouth back against my ear and told me to look down below us. I tipped my head and looked down to the street level. To my shock and surprise, there were three white guys in suits looking up at us. Once they knew I saw them, all three gave me the thumbs up sign, then turned and walked away. I was embarrassed but strangely turned on. James let out a chuckle and told me that now they have something to jerk off to tonight.

James then grabbed my waist, lifted me up and walked me to the bed, while I remained impaled on his still hard pole. He placed me face down on the bed then slowly removed his cock from my still pulsing vagina. His cock exited with a small sound of suction being released. I reached down between my legs to discover that my pussy was gaping wide open and a huge flow of cum was gushing out onto the bed. Embarrassed, I rolled over quickly and propped my hips up to stanch the flow. As I did, I finally got my first look at James naked. Holy shit! James was truly a Black Greek god. His skin was so dark, it was almost Black as night. His chest was a mass of well-defined muscles that made their way down to a perfect six pack. Just below that, was a cock so impressive that it took my breath away. Even though he had deposited his warm gift inside me, his cock was still thick and very large. It hung low between his muscular legs. Behind his extraordinary manhood was a set of balls that looked almost unnaturally large.

 

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I couldn't stop staring at those balls. All I could think of was how much cum was stored in those testicles. Without thinking, I pulled him over to me and grabbed his cock. I pulled it to my lips and kissed it gently. His cock responded with a small twitch and a bead of cum forming at the opening. I sipped the little white bead of seed into my mouth. His cum was like no other cum I had tasted. It was masculine, strong and had a hint of salty sweetness. I looked up into his eyes and without a word I began to suck his cock. James moaned softly. His cock began to stiffen again. I took his balls into my right hand as I sucked his cock deeper down my throat. They were heavy, warm and firm.

My tongue traced out the alphabet on the spot just behind his bulbous cock head. It was a trick I had learned in college. Move the tip of your tongue as if you are writing the alphabet as you suck a man's cock and they will explode before you can get to Z. I was focused like a laser beam on James's hard cock. I wanted the contents of those amazing balls in my mouth. I slipped my hand down between my legs and rubbed my fingers on my cum covered clit and hole. In seconds, my fingers were slippery with his cum. I then moved my hand up to his tight butt and put my cum-covered finger on his asshole. James jumped a bit, which forced his cock all the way to the back of my throat. Slowly, I made circles with my cum-soaked finger on his tight hole. James let out a soft moan and then looked down at me and called me a freaky bitch. This made me work harder, if he thought that was freaky, then I wanted him to see what freaky was.

My tongue went into overdrive at about the letter M. I started using two fingers to massage his asshole. His balls responded by getting very tight. The ball sack drew up close to his body as if to strangle his two massive testicles. I knew he was close. I began to hum softly as I sucked even harder. James began to squirm. I was now at T and I wanted cum and I wanted it now. I turned up the volume of my humming as if I was a vibrator. James got on his toes. His cock became rock hard. I was about to press the button I knew would send him over the edge. Just when I thought he couldn't take it any longer, I slipped my middle finger deep into his asshole and pressed hard on his prostate.

I immediately felt the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm. His balls twitched twice, then I felt his prostate spasm against my finger. Quickly, his whole sexual system began to pulse in a rhythmic chorus of ecstasy. The first shot of cum flew out of his cock like a bullet and immediately filled my throat. I swallowed quickly. The next was almost equally as forceful and almost the same volume. Again, I swallowed as best I could. I began to choke a bit and pulled my head back. James' hand grabbed my head and forced his cock as deep as he could get it down my throat. I choked, gagged but he did not release me. Instead, it encouraged his cock and balls to produce even more warm seed.

My heart was racing, I was choking and needed air. I began to see stars and feel dizzy. James was oblivious to my plight. I began to black out. Then just before I was about to pass out, he released me from his death grip. My head flew back as his cock bounced out of my mouth, covered in my spit and his cum. His cock was still exploding. Three more shots hit my face then dripped down onto my breasts. James was growling like a rabid dog. I grabbed his cock and put it back in my mouth and teased the head violently. He howled and try to squirm backwards but he was still impaled on my finger. I pressed hard on his prostate, then rubbed my finger back and forth as fast as I could to make it spasm more. James screamed as his legs buckled. He begged me to stop. His cock began to ooze a continuous stream of goo onto my tongue. I am a great little cock sucker and I knew it. I knew how to make a man come and I just proved it to my Black Greek god.

Finally, James begged and said, "Please, no more." I slipped my finger out of his twitching asshole then pull my head back away from his now deflating penis. His cock was a mess. It was covered in spit, cum and pussy juices. I leaned towards him and kissed the head of his cock gently. He looked down at me and said thank you. I looked up into his jet-Black eyes and asked him if he would like to do that again sometime. His response was "Fuck Yes!" I giggled as I made my way to my feet. I then pulled his head down to mine and kissed him deeply. James let out a deep moan as I kissed him. He could taste his cum in my mouth. When our kiss ended, I asked him if he likes how his cum tasted and he responded that he liked how it tasted in me.

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He crawled into the bed with me and we kissed and cuddled for another hour or so. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the clock by the bed. Fuck, I thought, it was almost midnight already. I popped out of bed and got dressed quickly. James asked me to stay but I told him I had to get home. Once I was dressed, James got up and slid open the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a gold necklace that had a small charm on it. The charm had a number on it, 52637. He hung it around my neck. I looked down and asked what the gift was for. He said it was the code number for his room. He wanted me to have it and that anytime I wanted to fuck, he would be available. My body actually shivered involuntarily at his invitation. I thanked him and gave him a deep kiss and told him I would be in touch.

As I left the hotel, my mind was spinning. What an amazing night. What an amazing lover. Why couldn't I have met him before I met my husband. Shit, I thought, my husband. I turned my phone on to find that he had been blowing it up for hours, wondering where I was. My heart stopped then began to beat out of my chest. I stared down at the phone wondering if I should call him or text him. My fingers began to move across the screen, my body was telling me to text. I texted "hey baby, work went really late and I am on my way home now, don't wait up, I'm really tired." I hit send. Seconds later he responded with "ok". His response pissed me off. After all that worry his response was "ok". Fuck him, I thought, then I laughed out loud and thought, no fucking him anymore, ever!

When I arrived home, I slipped off my clothes in the laundry room and headed to the bedroom in just my bra and panties. My husband was in bed snoring. I ducked into the bathroom and turned on the light. I looked into the mirror. Holy shit, I was a mess. My hair was all over the place. There was dried cum in my hair and on my chest. My make-up looked like I had put it on drunk and out of my mind. I looked down at my panties and they were soaked through completely. They looked like I had pissed myself. I pulled my bra and panties off quickly and hid them in the hamper. I did my best to brush the cum out of my hair, then washed my face and brushed my teeth. As I finished, I looked over to my husband's side of the sink. His tooth brush was sitting upright a glass, waiting to be fucked with.

I reached over to his tooth brush and picked it up. I took it firmly on my hand and dipped it into my freshly fucked pussy. The brush came out covered in gooey white cum. I placed it back into the glass and shut the light off and went back into the bedroom. I put on a fresh pair of panties and my nightgown and slid into bed. My husband woke up and rolled over and gave me a kiss. I slipped him my tongue to be sure he had some of James in his mouth. He just told me no, he was tired and rolled back over. I rolled over and just let my mind run. I had just cheated on my sexless husband with an amazing lover. A Black lover with a huge cock, that gave me an orgasm like I had never had before. I wanted it again and I wanted it very badly. As I shifted in the bed, my new necklace fell to the side. I reached up and rubbed it between my fingers, closed my eyes and smiled. This was my key to pleasure and it was in my hand. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of James leaking out of me till I fell to sleep.

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#Disha Patani

Disha got out of the cab, **censored** the driver, and walked towards the office building. She opened the glass door and walked towards the stairs.

when a security guard called out to her, "Yes madam? Can I help you?"

"I am just going upstairs." Disha replied.

"But there is no one there, madam. It's all locked." the guard replied.

"No one there?" Disha said, checking her watch in surprise. It was just 4 pm. Very unusual for an office to be completely empty at this time.

"Yes, everyone has gone to the party," he said.

"Party?" she asked.

"The farewell party for Mr. Bose. He is leaving the company, you know? They are having a party for him at a resort in Lonavala." the guard said.

"Oh, I did not know that. Which resort is it at, do you know?" Disha asked.

"Yes, the O*** Resort," he replied. "You can go there if you want. All employees, clients, suppliers are going to be there."

"Alright, thank you." said Disha and left the building.

Disha decided she should go to the party. What better way to meet everyone than at a party, she thought. Maybe Mr. Bose could introduce her to everyone and unofficially pass the baton, so to say. Because Disha had come to Bombay to replace Mr. Bose as the head of the company's Bombay branch.

The company, a medium sized outsourcing firm, was owned by Disha's father, Mr. Dayal. The company was headquartered in Gurgaon and had branches in Bombay and Bangalore. Mr. Bose had headed the Bombay branch right from the day it was started eight years ago. And now, he was about to leave the company and join a big multinational services firm as a vice-President.

Mr. Dayal had many businesses, ranging construction, manufacturing, hospitality to outsourcing. He had three sons, all of them heading one of the other businesses, and one daughter - Disha, whom he had decided to groom to head the outsourcing business. Mr. Bose's resignation gave Mr. Dayal is an ideal opportunity to give Disha some hands-on experience.

Disha, 28 years old, had just returned from the United States. She had been living in the US since she was 18, when she had gone there for her bachelor's degree. After college, Mr. Dayal wanted his daughter to come back and join the family business. But Disha wanted to stay on in the US for a few more years, and try working and living there as just a regular person, not a millionaire-owner's daughter. She wanted to rise up the ladder on the basis of her ability, and not because of who her father was. And she did. Starting at entry level in a Fortune 500 IT services firm, she had worked hard, impressed her colleagues and superiors, and in a mere six years had become a senior manager in the firm, the youngest in that division's history.

Having achieved such success on her own, Disha finally decided to agree to her father's pestering and decided to join the family business. Her father, delighted at her success in the big American firm, decided to have her head the Bombay branch of their outsourcing business, and eventually handle the business nationwide. She was actually supposed to start her work in the office a week from now, but her father suggested that she go from Delhi to Bombay early unannounced, and meet all the senior executives so that the day Mr. Bose officially handed the reins to her, she would know everyone.

So it was a confident and enthusiastic Disha that walked into the Resort in Lonavala two hours later. The resort staff directed her to the poolside restaurant and lawn area where a party was in full swing.

The sheer number of people there surprised Disha. She knew that the Bombay office had about 1000 employees, but just hearing the number is one thing and actually seeing a thousand people gathered in a small place is another thing. She felt lost and confused, unsure of whom to talk to. And suddenly, the enormity of the responsibility she was about to inherit dawned upon her. Even as a senior manager in her previous job, she had not supervised more than 20-25 people. And here suddenly, she was supposed to run a branch of a 1000 people? Would they obey her, respect her? She was just a 28-year old woman about to replace a 50-year old veteran. How could she command the kind of professional conduct and dedication from her employees? Had she bitten off more than she could chew? Disha suddenly felt nervous and felt the confidence seep out of her.

As she was staring at the crowd around her, a waiter approached her with a tray of drinks. She absent-mindedly picked up a glass of orange liquid and sipped it. She winced at how strongly alcoholic the drink was. But maybe a strong drink was exactly what she needed to calm her frayed nerves. She sipped it faster than usual, surveying the scene around her.

And then Disha noticed something else. Everyone was dressed very casually, in shorts, t-shirts, tank tops, sarongs, flip-flops. And she was dressed in a black formal pantsuit. Her business attire seemed comically out of place at this fun party, and sure enough, she noticed some people giving her strange looks. And she realized - at her first ever interaction with her employees, she would be overdressed. That only added to her nervousness, and she gulped the whole drink down.

A waiter appeared at once, taking the empty glass from her hand, and giving her a full one. She looked at the drink in the glass. It was brown, and seemed to be cola. But one sip, and she realized that it was Long Island Iced Tea. The drink is usually very strong, but this one was particularly potent. She started sipping it, still unable to decide whom to talk to. And that's when she heard someone pointedly clear their throat behind her.

"Hello." a young man said, with a wide smile on her face.

"Hi." Disha responded a tad too cheerfully, feeling a little buzzed from the drinks.

"You've come from Delhi, right?" he asked.

"Yes, I have." Disha replied, surprised that she had been recognized. Having been in the US for close to ten years, she had never had any contact with anyone who worked for her father. Since she worked for another company, her picture had never been published in the company's reports or brochures either, although her father's and brothers' pictures were always present."

"Well, come with me then. Mr. Bose and the other senior guys are in a suite." the young man said, turned around and started walking.

Disha followed him as they walked out of the poolside lawn area and through a corridor.

"Excuse me, but you are?" she asked.

"Oh, I am Dilip. I am an executive assistant to Mr. Bose. I am the one who called up your people in Delhi, and they described you, so I knew how to recognize you." he replied.

Disha was surprised to hear this. Her father had been the one who had insisted that this week-early visit be unannounced, so that she could see all aspects of the business as they usually were. When employees knew that a new boss was coming, they usually did their best to hide the flaws and the problems. Unannounced visits, Mr. Dayal always maintained, were essential to keep your employees on their toes. So as far as she knew, no one apart from her father, mother and her brothers knew that she was coming to Bombay.

"OK, what did they tell you exactly? And who talked to you?" Disha asked.

"It was Ms. Priya who I talked to, I think." Dilip said.

Priya? That was the name of her father's secretary. Stupid woman must have blabbed about her visit. Disha decided to call her father later and ask him to scold Priya for spoiling the whole point behind her unannounced visit.

"She told me you were the one coming." Dilip continued. "And she described you perfectly - tall, slim, straight shiny hair, gray eyes. Nice outfit by the way."

"Oh, thank you." Disha said, taking another sip from the glass in her hand. "I was actually just thinking I felt quite out of place in it. Overdressed for the occasion."

"Oh, nonsense. Actually, the pantsuit is perfect for the occasion. Gives you a very corporate executive look. As for being overdressed, well, in your line of work, it is better to be overdressed, at least initially." Dilip said, leading her up a flight of stairs.

Disha remembered that her father had told her the exact same thing. In her old company in the US, the culture was to dress casually. Even the CEO rarely wore suits. But her father said that won't work in India. At least for the first few weeks, he told her, dress very formally. Conveys professionalism and authority. Later on, you can dress a bit more casually if you like.

"Yes, my father says the same thing." Disha said.

"Your father???" Dilip asked with a look of incredulity on his face. "Your father gives you advice about your....work?"

"Yes, why shouldn't he?" Disha asked, surprised at Dilip's surprise, "He knows this business better than anyone else I think."

"If you say so." Dilip said, and walked on silently.

As they walked through a corridor, Disha noticed a tray table, and put her empty glass on it. She realized that she had downed two strong drinks much faster than she usually did. Finally, Dilip came to a stop. He led her inside a big suite, and asked her to sit on the couch in the suite's living room. The door to the next room was closed.

"Just a second, I'll let them know you are here." Dilip said, and knocked on the door.

The door opened and a middle aged man's bald head poked out. Dilip whispered something to him, and he whispered back, looking at Disha. They spoke in whispers like that for a few seconds, and the bald head went back inside and the door was shut.

"They are all in a meeting. Let's wait here for a while. I've told him to let the others know that you are here, so they'll try to wrap up the meeting soon." Dilip said.

"Who all is in there?" Disha asked.

"Mr. Bose of course. The man this party is in the honor of. By the way, please keep that in mind. This whole thing is mainly for Mr. Bose's benefit. Everyone else present here is secondary. It is all about Mr. Bose. It's his day, or rather his night now. Hope you know what I mean." he said.

"Yes, I understand." Disha said, nodding her head. Dilip, a loyal executive assistant, was probably worried that the welcome for the new boss, who was the owner's daughter, might overshadow the farewell for Mr. Bose. She decided not to step into the limelight too much. "Who else is in there?"

"There's Mr. Desai the finance VP, Mr. Singh the Sales VP, Mr. Kulkarni, the Marketing Chief, Mr. Shah from HR, whom you just saw, and then Mr. Reddy the Operations VP." Dilip said. "But remember, no matter what the others say or do, this night is all about Mr. Bose."

 

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"Yeah, OK." Disha said. The mention of all the main executives made that sinking feeling in her stomach return. She would have to think about all these things - finance, sales, marketing, HR, operations. In her old job, she was only in charge of one thing. Here....this was going to be so overwhelming.

"What are they discussing in there?" she asked.

"Oh, boring stuff really. Just giving him a summary of all the things in their domains. The pluses and minuses, strengths and weaknesses and all that." Dilip said.

"That sounds interesting. Maybe I should go in too!" Disha said.

"Haha, no, trust me, it will just bore you out of your mind. The time for you to go in is later. Just sit here. Actually," Dilip walked to a cabinet in the side of the room and opened the minibar, revealing a lot of liquor bottles, "let me pour both of us something to drink. You look a tad nervous. Maybe this will help."

Dilip walked towards her with a big bottle of tequila and two shot glasses. He filled them both, and handed one to Disha.

"There you go. Bottoms up!" he said and downed the whole shot. Disha also did the same, feeling her throat burn with the tequila. She winced and looked at Dilip.

"I usually don't drink much, you know. And this is my third drink in like 15 minutes. I don't know why, I am just feeling very nervous today." she said.

"I understand. I can't imagine being in your position, obviously, but if I were, I'd be nervous too." Dilip said. "Here, have one more."

"No, no, I mustn't." Disha said.

"Come on. Just one more. To give me company. I am nervous too, you know?" Dilip said and poured the tequila again. Once more, both of them downed the shots and winced.

"Why are you...nev..nev...nervous?" Disha said slurring, and realizing that she had started to cross the line from buzzed into drunk.

"Well, because frankly.... Being around too many bosses makes me nervous even usually. And tonight." Dilip said, also slurring a bit. "Plus, you are just so beautiful. Even that pantsuit can not hide the fact that you have a hot body."

"Hehehe, thank you." Disha giggled flirtatiously... and then suddenly realized... this is not something she should allow a subordinate of hers to say. "Dilip...." she continued

"What?" Dilip said, pouring himself another shot of tequila.

"Dilip...that is very inop...inop..." Disha struggled to get the word right "Very inappropriate. Remember, you are just an executive assistant to Mr. Bose."

"Yes, sorry." he said, downing his third shot in minutes, "I only meant to compliment you."

"That's fine. Just don't" Disha said, and then suddenly wagging her finger and breaking into a mild laughter she continued "don't let it happen again or I will punish you."

Disha was giggling like a schoolgirl for some reason, and despite wanting to stop, she was unable to. Dilip also started laughing. He was about to say something when the phone rang. He answered it, and said to Disha,

"I am sorry, I need to see to something. I'll be back soon. If they call you in, go in. Best of luck."

And Dilip left. Disha sat there, drunk, thinking about what to say to everyone. She closed her eyes, and rested back on the couch. About ten minutes later, the door opened and a waiter came in, pushing a cart of food and cocktails. He knocked on the door, and the same bald head of Mr. Shah poked out.

"Oh, the food and drinks are here." he said looking back inside the room. He stood back and opened the door to let the waiter roll the cart in. He then looked at Disha, smiled and said, "You can come in too now, Miss."

"OK." Disha said and got up. She took one step, but wobbled uncertainty and fell back on the couch. She was now quite drunk. "I am sorry" she slurred.

"That's fine, let me help you." Shah said and stepping forward, offered her a hand. Disha grabbed his hand and got up. Shah put an arm around her to hold her steady and lead her inside the room.

The room seemed to Disha like it was spinning. Taking slow steps, she reached a couch and sat down on it, next to two middle aged men.

"Here's our guest from Delhi. Your surprise, Mr. Bose." Shah said.

Everybody smiled and stared at Disha. Disha, resting back on the couch, stared back at them.

"Let me introduce everyone. I am Shah, and these guys are Desai and Reddy next to you, Kulkarni on that chair, Singh over there. And that is Mr. Bose, our boss whom this night is in the honor of." Shah pointed at the relevant people.

Disha saw that they were all middle aged men, dressed in t-shirts and shorts, in the spirit of the party.

"Tell us your name...or rather." Shah smiled, "tell us your nickname."

"My nickname?" Disha slurred.

"Yes, knowing you, all of you usually have nicknames, right? What is yours?" Shah asked.

"Pinky." Disha said and started giggling. That was the name that everyone in her family called her by.

"Pinky? That's a very sweet name." said Desai, who was seated next to her, with a smile on his face.

"Yes, my nickname is Pinky." Disha looked at him squarely, "You see, Daddy said that when I was born my skin was very pink. And my Mommy would always dress me up in pink. So Daddy said I looked completely pink, and everyone started calling me Pinky."

"Interesting." said Bose from the other end of the room. "Do you always talk so much about your Daddy and Mommy at such times?"

Disha started giggling some more. After a while she stopped giggling and said, "Sorry, I am just a bit tipsy. I had a lot to drink waiting for you."

"Oh, I see." Desai said. "Well, then we must also drink together."

He gestured to the waiter, and he brought a glass in front of Disha. She took it tentatively and said,

"I really shouldn't. I have already had so much. I don't want to act all silly and make a bad first impression on you."

"Aww, don't worry." Desai said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. "You have already made a great first impression on us."

A small voice in Disha's brain told her to brush Desai's hand away. But he had grabbed her in a very cozy manner, and her head felt nice rested on his shoulder.

"Really?" she said looking into Desai's eyes.

"Really. Have your drink. It's scotch - 18 years old. How old are you?" he asked.

"I am 29. Don't you know?" she said. "I thought all of you must have already been talking about my age. After all, you are all so much older."

"You know, you don't look 29 at all," Singh said. "I'd have guessed your age to be 20. You have taken really good care of yourself."

"Thank you." Disha said, sipping the scotch. "But now that the age thing has come up, let me...let me talk about it."

Disha pushed Desai's arm away and tried to stand up. Again, she lost her footing and fell back on the couch. As she did, half the scotch in her glass spilled all over her blazer, and on Desai's shirt.

"Oh shit, I am so sorry." she slurred. "I just couldn't stand up."

"That's OK." Desai said, "Here, let me help you take your blazer off. It's got scotch all over it."

He took the drink from her hand and kept it on the table. He then put his hand on the lapel of her blazer, and pulled it back. Disha stretched her hands back and let him take it off. She was now sitting there in her shirt.

"Okay, about my age." she slurred again "I am sorry, Mr. Bose, I know this night is all about you, but I want to say a few words to the rest of these gentlemen, if it is okay with you."

"Sure." Mr. Bose said with a mix of confusion and amusement.

"Okay, gentlemen." she said, looking at them and trying to gather some words. "So I am 29. We know that. And you are all in your 40s and 50s. But that only makes you older. And I am younger. Nothing more. You know what I mean?"

The men smiled at each other and nodded.

"So what I am saying is, age is age. Remember that age has nothing to do with how you perform." she continued.

"Well, it has something to do with performance for sure." Reddy said and started laughing. All the men in the room started laughing too, and this annoyed Disha.

"Stop. Don't laugh. What I am saying is, what matters to me is performance and to you too it should matter as well, that is my performance. It is all about performance." Disha said, sensing that she was rambling, "Anyway, what I am saying is, just because I am younger does not mean you can push me around. I deserve respect too."

"Sure, sure, we respect women like you a lot!" Singh said and they all started laughing again.

"Okay, Singh, that.... that is very rude of you. I don't like it. You understand?" Disha said, raising her voice.

"Remember, just because I am younger than you does not mean I will shy from riding you all hard. If I don't get the performance I expect, I will ride you all very hard. Get it?"

There were murmurs and cackles all around the room, and this annoyed Disha even more.

"Are you all listening?" she shouted.

Shah responded by coming close to her, with a tall drink in his hand. He looked around at the rest of them and said,

"OK, Pinky. We understand. But first, you must have this drink."

With that, he grabbed Disha's hair from behind, made her face upwards and put the glass in her mouth. She tried to say something in protest, but Shah started pouring the drink, the scotch down her throat. She had no choice but to gulp it down. And yet, Shah was pouring the drink so fast that a lot of it spilled and dribbled out the side of her mouth and ran down to her shirt and underneath. Finally, Shah had emptied the whole drink, half of it down Disha's throat and half of it down her shirt.

 

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"You asshole!" Disha slurred very slowly and looked at her white shirt. It was drenched in sticky scotch. When he looked up, she saw all the men apart from Mr. Bose had gathered around her. The extra alcohol in her system started showing its effect and her head started spinning,

"Oh no, your shirt is dirty now. Take it off." Reddy said laughing.

"No!" Disha said. She tried to say it forcefully, but it came out very weakly.

Disha vaguely sensed that someone was unbuttoning her shirt. It was Desai. "How dare you" she tried to say, but instead what she ended up saying was - "Howdrooooo". She tried to stop him using her hands, but he easily brushed her resistance away. In a few seconds, Disha's shirt was unbuttoned and her boobs contained in her 34C bra were visible to everyone.

"Man, look at those tits!" Disha heard someone say, and suddenly she felt hands all over her bra. A finger went inside the cup and felt her nipples. Disha sat there, convinced that whatever was happening was very wrong and she should put a stop to it, and fire everyone on the spot. Here she was, their new boss, trying to talk to them, and they were feeling her up like she was some street tart.

"You all are fired!" she shouted, even as her hands were trying in vain to stop the men from mauling her boobs. That was met by laughter in response, and someone said,

"Looks like Pinky takes roleplays really seriously!"

Disha realized that her shirt was now being pushed off her shoulders and someone was trying to unhook her bra. Within seconds, her naked boobs would be in full view of her subordinates. But as she was worrying about that, her brain detected a new intrusion. Someone's hand was at her waist, unbuttoning her pants. Just as she was about to reach down with her hands and stop that, she felt her hands being pulled up straight. Her shirt was taken off and thrown in a corner. The bra had been unhooked, and it was also taken out through her arms and thrown in the corner.

"No, what are you all doing? I will fire you all." Disha slurred.

That's when she felt her pants loosen. They had been completely unbuttoned and unzipped. She looked down and saw Shah dig his fingers into her waistband and pull. She struggled, but all the alcohol meant that she did not have any fight left in her.

"Come on Pinky, be a nice girl and raise your ass." Shah said. She refused to comply. But Desai grabbed her waist and effortlessly lifted her up a few inches off the couch, and Shah pulled again. He pulled her pants and her underwear down at once, and pulled them off her ankles. Disha was now sitting in front of her subordinates, completely naked.

Once she was fully stripped, all the men took a couple of steps back, as if to survey her body.

"Wow, what a hot babe."

"Look at those tits...and so firm and perfect."

"Her pussy is shaved. I like that."

"What a flat stomach...this whore surely works out."

These were some of the comments that were flying around the room when suddenly a loud voice said,

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!!"

The men looked back in deference and saw that Bose was glaring at them. Disha was relieved to see someone sane intervene and stop this madness. She put her left hand on her pussy to hide it and her right hand across her nipples, and stared downwards.

Bose got up and slowly walked towards Disha. He stood next to her and ran his hand over her hair gently, "You assholes, this is no way to treat such a beautiful lady." he said, "She is not some 100 rupee whore you bang in the red light district. Show some class. Show some sophistication. And learn to be gentle."

Disha felt heartened by Bose's words and started looking around to find her clothes to put them back on. But right then, she felt something right in front of her face. It was Mr. Bose's face. He stared into her eyes and she stared into his. Gradually his lips approached hers. And before she could even comprehend what was happening, he was kissing her. Softly, gently, and yet passionately.

Disha's brain told her to resist, but her body started to betray her. She had not been kissed like this for a while....heck she had not been kissed for a while. The last time she had been with a man was with her ex-boyfriend almost a year ago. Since then she had immersed herself in work, and had found neither the time nor the motivation to date. So her passion-starved body started responding on its own to Bose's skillful kissing.

If there was any part of her still willing to break away, Bose's next move put **censored** to that. With his left hand he reached down and touched her clit. Very adroitly, he started stroking it and playing with it. After that, Disha was as good as putty in his arms. She arched her back, and leaned back on the couch. She spread her legs to give more access to her privates, and Bose responded by running a finger over her pussy lips even as other fingers kept working the clit. The wetness was undeniable. Disha's body had been starving for some male contact, and now that it was getting some, it was enjoying it.

Boss finally broke the kiss, and Disha inhaled loudly. She stared into Bose's eyes and he stared back. Still fingering her clit, he started bending down. With her eyes locked on to his, she noticed his face descending, lower and lower. Until it was between her legs. Bose's left hand now moved away from her clit and up to her right breast. His right hand grabbed her left breast. And his tongue started doing what his fingers had been doing, only to more pleasant effect. Disha started moaning happily as Bose's hands played with her nipples and his tongue worked on her clit. She closed her eyes and started enjoying the gentle waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

A minute later, Bose was still at it, but Disha felt a tap on her head. She opened her eyes and saw a thick cock, about 6 inches or so, hanging erect close to her left cheek. She stared at it in wonderment. It had been a long time since she saw a cock at such close quarters. In college, guys who dated her had discovered that Disha usually never sucked dick when sober, but got her drunk and she gave a blowjob like her life depended on it. Well, she was as drunk now as she had ever been. So Shah, whom the cock belonged to, met with no resistance when he guided her face towards the cock. She took it in her mouth hungrily and started sucking it hard. As she sucked the dick, Bose kept working magic with his tongue, and very shortly, Disha felt her orgasm approach.

Bose sensed what was happening and worked harder with his tongue and Disha started shaking and quivering. Her tits jiggle , and that sight pushed Shah over the edge too. Disha was thrashing and shaking in her orgasm, and Shah, who had taken his dick out when he felt his approach, started shooting his seed right on her face. It hit her on the cheeks, on the nose, on her eyelids forehead and even landed in her hair. A few seconds later, after her orgasm subsided, Disha was sitting there, breathing heavily and content, with her face covered in the semen of a man who was two decades older to her and was her subordinate.

At the poolside where the party was in full swing, Dilip was supervising the resort staff to make sure no supplies fell short. That is when a bellboy from the hotel told him there was someone waiting for him in the lobby. Dilip walked to the lobby and saw an attractive woman sitting there. He walked to her and she stood up and smiled at him.

"Yes? How can I help you?" Dilip asked.

"Hello, my name is Shehnaz." she said in a seductive voice. "I am from the Premiere Escort Service in Delhi."

"What?????" Dilip almost shouted..

"I am Shehnaz. From Delhi. The escort service. Here for the..." she looked around and dropped her voice to a whisper "..gangbang as a gift for some guy."

Dilip just stared at her dumbfounded. He looked at her again. She was tall, slim, shiny hair, and had gray eyes. In basic appearance not very different from the woman he had left at the suite some time back. Just not as drop-dead gorgeous as the other woman was. And this woman was dressed in a tight skirt and a revealing tank-top.

"I am sorry, there seems to be some mistake. The Shehnaz from the Delhi escort service is already here." Dilip said.

"Huh? I am Shehnaz from Delhi. I flew all the way to Bombay and then took a taxi here." Shehnaz said, annoyed.

"How can this be? Did your escort service send over two of you? Both named Shehnaz?" he asked.

"What are you taking about?" the woman said in a raised voice, "I am the only Shehnaz we have."

"But...but...but.." Dilip stammered. "There is already a woman here who fits the description I got...similar to yours."

"Did she say her name was Shehnaz?"

Dilip tried to remember if the other woman had ever mentioned her name. And he realized she hadn't.

"Oh shit! Then whom did I leave in the suite?" he slapped his head and said.

"What are you babbling about? Is this some ploy to get out of paying the 50,000 rupees that you agreed to pay?" Shehnaaz.

"No, no, I am serious. There is some other woman. Come with me. I'll show you."

Dilip turned and started walking towards the suite. Shehnaz picked up her bag and followed him.

Meanwhile in the suite, Disha was being treated by the men like their **censored** fucktoy. After Shah, Reddy inserted his dick in her mouth which she started sucking. Bose, having made her cum with his tongue, got up and started fucking her using his dick. After they got done, Desai and Kulkarni had a go at her, fucking her really hard. Disha had already orgasmed three more times. Almost all the men had dicks of impressive dimensions and good techniques. Singh, the Sikh, had the biggest dick of them all. He fucked her next, and Disha felt more full in her cunt than she had ever felt before.

After getting fucked by almost all the men, and giving them blowjobs, taking their loads in her mouth, on her face, on her tits and in her hair, Disha was getting very exhausted. The booze had now taken full effect and she started feeling groggy. Eventually, Disha went from being an enthusiastic participant in the sex to a half-asleep naked fuck-doll being used and abused by the men any way they wanted. And use her they did. Bose got ready to go again, and had her sit on top of him, taking his dick in her pussy. Reddy got behind her and started inserting his dick in her asshole gradually. Disha had tried anal sex only a couple of times and never liked it because it hurt. But the booze had relaxed her body so much that it did not hurt too much this time. It took some time, but eventually Reddy got it all the way in and Disha was now being fucked in both the holes simultaneously. This scene made Singh erect again and he shoved his huge dick into her mouth, and fucked her face.

It was while Disha was experiencing the first ever double penetration that there was a knock on the door.

Shah went to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

 

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"It's Dilip, Sir."

"One second." Shah said and opened the door slightly. As soon as he saw a lady with Dilip, he moved behind the door to hide his nakedness. "What is it?"

"Sir, we have a situation. Let us come in." Dilip said.

"Come back later. We are all...enjoying Bose's gift." Shah said, winking at Dilip.

"That's the situation, Sir. This lady here is Shehnaz from the escort service in Delhi."

"Hi sweetheart." Shehnaz said seductively, "How's it hanging?"

"Huhh?" Shah asked dumbly.

"Sir, this lady with me was supposed to be Mr. Bose's gift. We have no idea who the other woman is." Dilip said with a tone of urgency in his voice.

Shah mutely stepped back and opened the door to let them in. Desai and Kulkarni, who were sitting on chairs naked, instinctively covered their dicks with their hands when they saw a strange woman walk in. On the couch at the other end of the room though, the three men fucking different orifices of Disha's body kept going.

"What's going on, Dilip?" Desai asked.

Shah had by now found a towel lying around and wrapped it around his nakedness. Dilip explained the situation in a couple of succinct sentences, and Desai and Kulkarni also stood up in shock.

"Maybe they sent two women?" Kulkarni said.

"No, darling." Shehnaz said, "I am the only one. I even called up our office and confirmed it."

"But then who is that?" Desai said, pointing towards the Disha and the three men. From the angle they were standing in, Disha's face was not clearly visible. Shah gestured to Shehnaz to follow him and took her close to the couch where the triple-fucking was happening.

"Singh, take your dick out of her mouth." Shah said.

"Fuck off, Shah." Singh said, his eyes closed in pleasure as he kept mercilessly ramming his dick into Disha's mouth. "Wait your turn, I am almost done."

"Singh, just do what I am telling you." Shah yelled with an urgency in his voice that made Singh open his eyes at once. He saw Shehnaz standing there, and immediately took his dick out of Disha's mouth and let go of her head. Disha was now close to passing out, so her head dropped on to Bose's chest. By now, Bose and Reddy had also stopped fucking Disha's cunt and asshole respectively, and were staring at Shehnaz and Shah, confused.

"Look at her face." Shah said, pointing to Disha's face, eyes closed and resting her cheek on Bose's chest. "Do you know her?"

Shehnaz studied Disha's face for a few seconds and shook her head. "No idea who she is. Definitely does not work for my service."

By now the rest of the men had also gathered around.

"But she said she is from Delhi. Maybe she is from some other escort service and got sent by mistake? Or to get 50,000 rupees instead of you?" Dilip conjectured.

"No, sweetheart." Shehnaz said patiently, "There is no way some other escort service will send a woman over unless you contact them. Did any of you contact another escort service?"

All the men shook their heads.

"Secondly." Shehnaz put her hand gently on Disha's face and continued, "Look at her. She is such an exquisite and perfect beauty. Makes me feel like an ugly old maid. No way is any agency going to let her go for an all-night gangbang for less than 2-300,000 rupees. If a woman as gorgeous as this was also in the market, I'd surely have heard about her or seen her pictures some time, even if she worked for a rival escort service."

"Oh fuck!" Reddy said, taking his dick out of Disha's ass in one motion, making her groan. "Who the hell is she then? Fuck, fuck fuck. She could charge us with rape!"

"Relax, everyone." Bose said calmly. "So this woman is not an actual whore. So what? She sure seemed to have the capacity of a whore. See?"

Bose started pumping Disha's cunt again, and she moaned in pleasure, eyes still closed.

"Yes, but Mr. Bose!" Desai said, "this woman was protesting and fighting when we were taking her clothes off. We felt it was all a roleplay and an act. What if this woman charges us with rape? And more importantly, who the hell is she?"

"You guys worry too much." Bose said, talking and fucking Disha at the same time. "How does it matter who she is? Maybe someone from the party. Maybe some guests at the resort. Whoever she is, when she gets sober, if she starts making noises about going to the police, we will offer her money to keep quiet about it. Between us, we can easily come up with a million rupees. That ought to keep her quiet."

Saying that, Bose wrapped his hands around Disha's back, and his dick still buried in her pussy, stood up, lifting her with him. He then turned around, put Disha on her back and started fucking her with deeper and harder strokes. Everyone stared as Disha, with her eyes closed, smiled in pleasure and moaned as the new angle made Bose's dick touch some special spots inside her.

"Okay, I guess. Hope she takes the money." Shah said.

"Sure she will. Who will turn down a million rupees?" Bose said.

"And what if she turns it down and insists on going to the police anyway?" Kulkarni spoke.

"Well then, my friends." Bose said "We go to Mr. Dayal. He is a very rich and powerful man with some high-up contacts who can hush up something like this. He wouldn't want the negative publicity of senior executives from his company . He'll hush it up for sure."

All the guys breathed a sigh of relief when they thought of that.

"Yes, that's right." Shah said elated, "Mr. Dayal is so powerful, he can do anything."

"Yes, so it's all good. Don't worry." Bose said, "So Miss Shehnaz, you can start getting naked and get ready to be fucked for the rest of the night. And we'll put this drunken slut to bed in some other room once I'm done cumming inside her. Our little Pinky."

The name Pinky made Disha awake partially out of her stupor and she opened her eyes and rambled with a heavy slur, "My daddy ......calls me....... Pinky because....... he says...... I was pink..... as a baby...... and my Mommy dressed me up in pink." the pauses caused both by her drunkenness and with every stroke that Bose took.

"Yes, yes, your Daddy and Mommy call you Pinky. But what do others call you?" Desai asked.

"Uhhhhhhhh?" Disha gurgled.

"What is your real name? What name did you tell you teachers in school when they asked?" Shah asked.

"Dissspatani" Disha slurred.

"Disspatani?" Dilip repeated quizzically "Is that even a name?"

"Unhunh! Disspatani!"

"What the hell is Disspatani?" Bose said as he continued to fuck her....and then suddenly he stopped with her dick buried in her pussy. And then he yelled in a panicky voice "Oh my fuckingggggggggggg Goddddddd!!!!!!!!!"

"What happened?" Shah asked with a chuckle. "Cumming in her?"

Bose stayed like that motionless for a few seconds, and then quickly pulled his dick out. It was going soft rapidly.

"We are all dead. Dead. Each and every one of us." Bose said in a squeaky panicky voice. "We either run away from India right this moment or then we are dead. Actually, even if we leave India, we are dead."

"What happened, Bose? You're the one who told us it will all be fine." Singh said.

"Didn't you hear what she said her name was?" Bose yelled.

"Yeah...some drunken gibberish.......Disapatani." Singh said.

"You idiot!" Bose almost exploded with rage and panic "Disspatani is drunken gibberish for......Disha Patani!"

"Disspatani!" Disha squealed in her state of near unconsciousness.

There was utter silence in the room. And all the men in the room shared one distinct terrifying feeling - that of their testicles having jumped back up into their bodies.

THE-END

 

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#Sreeleela

I wish I could say when everything started to go wrong. I suppose it would go back to when my parents divorced, but really I think it was when my mom remarried. I'd been fine without dad, he was really a creep, one of those guys that girls get all doe eyed and stupid over in high school although they know how bad he is. Of course, my mom made the mistake of marrying him and in the end the only good thing that came out of it all was me, or at least that's what she says now.

My name is Sreeleela. I was pretty much a typical senior before all of this, going to school, giggling about boys and generally trying to get away with anything I could under my Mom's nose. All my friends told me I was pretty, and I know I had a pretty good body.

When my mom remarried, I didn't just get a new dad. I also have a brother, an 18-year-old geeky brother. Not that all brothers aren't geeky at that age. This was Jai, he was a bit shorter than I was and gangly, clearly he hadn't hit that mid teen growth spurt yet. He wasn't too weird, but I really didn't have any need for him either. Pretty much we just ignored each other, and it was an arrangement that worked.

It did take some getting used to sharing a house with men again. It'd been years since my Dad had been in the house, and it took some getting used to in the morning. Sharing a bathroom wasn't much fun and I had to be a lot more careful when wrapping up in a towel than I was used to. Like everything else in life, I dealt with it, not that I didn't complain, but what's the fun in being a teenager if you don't complain?

After the initial adjustment life pretty much fell into a normal routine. It wasn't until several months later that things really started to go wrong. It was a pretty normal morning, I was rushing through my stuff and mom was trying to stick her nose in.

"Now, honey, why don't you sit down and eat? It's not good for you to just have a piece of toast and run." Mom prodded. This wasn't unusual, I rarely sat down for breakfast anymore, and whenever she could, she tried to get me to sit at the table.

"I've got to meet up with Anaswara, Mom." I replied as I munched on my toast and guzzled my glass of juice. I'd tried skipping the juice before, but Mom put up a big fight, so I didn't even try anymore. I still had a little time, so I didn't push more than I had to, at least today.

"Good morning, Jai." Mom smiled. I looked over and saw my stepbrother walking in and my jaw just dropped. The gangly little geek he'd been the night before was now a hunk, or at least not bad looking. He looked almost buffed dressed in just a T-shirt and jeans, his standard flair.

"What happened to you?" I asked in awe. I'd seen some changes in people before, hitting puberty does that to people, but this was just unreal. Jai had just changed from geek to guy in one night.

"I don't know, I just woke up like this." Jai answered. His befuddled look said it all. He had no clue, but I could tell he wasn't objecting. I wasn't either, if you had to have a guy in your house, it was much better when he looked good.

"Well, you look great, Jai," Mom said as she dropped a plate of bacon and eggs down for him. Jai had started out like me, trying to skip breakfast, but she'd won him over with her cooking. I knew it was good food, but I had to keep my figure.

"Gotta go! See ya tonight." I yelled and raced out while mom was distracted by Jai. I had to take my chances where I could, and set off for Anaswara's house. Anaswara was one of my best friends. We struck it off right away, being the only two girls our age in the neighborhood and we've been friends ever since.

As I strolled down the sidewalk I wondered just what had happened to Jai. That kind of change just wasn't normal, not that I really minded. It was just weird enough for me to really notice it though. Still there were plenty of other things to concern myself with, and by the time I'd met up with Anaswara, I was off on other issues. This may have been the beginning, but it was just another day at the time.

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After the initial shock of Jai's change, I hardly gave it a second thought. I did however take notice that he wasn't nearly as shy around girls, including me. After a couple of good leers from him after running from the bathroom in just a long towel, I decided I needed to cover up a bit more. So I started going around in a nice full robe, just to keep him a bit more at bay. That didn't stop him from looking though, and in truth, I just got kind of used to it. I'd been getting the same kind of looks from other boys all the time, and there wasn't any reason for Jai to be different.

It was a couple of weeks after we all met the buffed up Jai that the next strange thing happened. I had gone to the bathroom to do my normal nightly wash-up and had forgotten my robe. I thought about going and getting it, but decided it wasn't that important, I could use a towel just for one night. All through my shower I felt really tingly, it wasn't like I was getting aroused or anything, it was just this strange tingling sensation in my head. I wondered if I was having a reaction to my shampoo, and quickly washed it out.

I stepped out of the shower and took a moment to look in the mirror. I knew I wasn't bad looking but it was still a little strange looking in the mirror and seeing a woman looking back. I posed a little, and wondered for a moment just how I'd look if my chest filled out a bit more. I was still growing, so there was the chance I would get to find out.

I reached for my robe, felt the tingling again, and remembered I'd forgotten my robe in my room. I shrugged at my own flightiness, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it over my chest snugly. I grabbed the doorknob and hoped that Jai wasn't around as I stepped out. Of course, there he was, just smiling with this sly smile wrapped around his face, like he was expecting something.

Just as I looked into his eyes, I felt that tingle in my head again. I stared at him blankly, and felt a tug on my towel and felt it fall from my sides. I looked down in shock and saw it hanging from my right hand, like I'd pulled it off. My eyes shot back to Jai and I just watched as his eyes rolled over me. All the while, that tingling sensation filled my head, and I just stood there, unable to do anything. Other than blush that is, I could just feel the embarrassment seeping from me as my step brother gawked at me.

Jai just stared at me for the longest time as I stood there, his stupid grin plaster across his lips every moment. He didn't say anything, and I couldn't. Then he just looked up at me and nodded. I felt the tingling change and I felt like I could move again. I felt the urge to throw that towel back around me and run to my room, but I didn't. I turned away from him slowly, and started whipping the towel around as I strutted back to my room and gently closed the door.

Just as the door clicked shut, the tingling stopped and I just collapsed on the floor. It was like I'd been a puppet and my strings had been cut. I sat on the floor shuddering for a few minutes before I pulled myself together again and finished getting ready for bed. I was scared, something very strange had just happened. I'd not just flashed my stepbrother, but given him a whole show. I wondered what had come over me. He was a lot cuter now, and I'd let my fantasies run a bit wide lately, but I'd never acted so impulsively. My mom kept saying hormones did strange things to girls my age, but this was just too weird for me to chalk it up to that.

*******

Unfortunately, it didn't end there. Jai and I shared the upstairs of our house. We each had a bedroom and shared the small bathroom and a small living room. Mom and my step dad didn't come up much unless they needed something, which was rare. They also tended to go to bed earlier than Jai and I did, so by the time I'd get ready for bed our parents would be sound asleep. If they did choose to come up, the steps were creaky and they preferred to announce themselves, so they weren't about to surprise us.

The morning after my little strip show for Jai he just gave me a knowing smile at my own blushed cheeks and didn't say anything. I wondered just what he thought of me. Probably nothing good, good girls didn't show off their bodies to their brothers even if they weren't blood. I hadn't even shown off my nakedness to anyone before or done anything else like that with a boy. I'd kissed some and had a few groping sessions, but that was it. Now I had to wonder if Jai thought I was some kind of tramp. I didn't like that thought, but I'd pretty much done just what it'd take to have him think that.

Still, he didn't pursue anything with me, at least not then. We even carried on normally for a few days, like nothing had happened. It was almost a week later when I felt that tingling again. I was shaving my legs and it just rolled over me for a moment. I shivered for a moment, having flashbacks of my little strip tease. Then it went away and I went back to shaving. When I finished I looked down and smiled at my work, only a few little cuts this time. Then I had the strangest notion. I looked between my legs and just gagged on the hair around my slit. It hadn't bothered me before, but somehow it just didn't look very becoming today, and since I had all the tools at my disposal I decided to do something about it. I pulled out a trimmer and buzzed off the furriest part real quick. It felt really good having the trimmer humming around down there too. I'd heard about vibrators before, but hadn't tried one. I could understand the appeal now. With the trimming done, I lathered myself up and quickly shaved off the rest, especially pleased that I didn't even nick myself once. I washed off the rest of the lather, looked down, and smiled, my little cunny looked much cuter like this all naked and smooth. I still didn't know what had possessed me to do it, but I liked the look and feel of my bare little mound.

I showered off quickly after that and toweled off. Then another wave of tingles hit me as I went to grab my robe. I stared at it for a moment then decided not to. It was strange, but I didn't feel like wearing it tonight, so I didn't. With that decided, I turned to the door and opened it up. I walked out completely naked, and turned to my room and saw my step brother standing in the hall just smiling again. I wondered for a moment what he was smiling about before I remembered I'd left my robe in the bathroom. Just as I was about to squeal in embarrassment I felt the tingle roll over me again.

"Hi, sis." Jai smiled as if he was just passing by. He'd taken up calling me sis almost as soon as our parents married. It grated me a bit at first, but now it was the least of my problems.

"What's going on?" I whimpered, surprised I could say anything at all, and that my shrill screech had been reduced to a mere whisper.

"Just checking you out! Man you're hot, and you even shave your pussy. That is so cool." Jai replied, just like we were having an ordinary conversation. The tingling was just boring into me now, and suddenly I felt a strange urge and couldn't help myself.

"Do you want to touch it?" I asked in that same whispered tone. The words were as shocking as the sudden need I had for him to do just that. I spread my legs a bit so he could get in and just waited impatiently.

"Are you sure, sis?" Jai asked, bringing his hand just out of touching range, waiting for me to confirm the offer. I shuddered a bit, and still felt the tingling coursing through me. I opened my legs a bit more and bent my hips to push my mound out a bit more.

"Yeah, it's really smooth like this, check it out." I prodded, wiggling my hips a bit to entice him more. I didn't know what was going through my mind, but every time I tried to fight off these strange feelings I just ran into that tingly sensation and lost my concentration. Of course, having Jai's hand cup with my little cunny didn't help either. I mewed a bit as he ran his fingers over my smooth lips and traced the length of my naked slit.

"Wow, that is so neat, it really is nice and smooth." Jai said with a slight edge of awe in his voice. He continued exploring my intimate little mounds, and I just savored his touch, amazed that it could feel this good to be fondled like this. I'd never had anyone else touch me down there, and Jai was lighting off wonderful new feelings in me.

"Why am I letting you do this?" I asked as I squirmed on his probing hands, still not pulling away from him. The tingles flared back up a moment later and I lost track of my thoughts again.

"Thanks, sis, keep this thing shaved for me, okay?" Jai asked as he pulled his fingers over my mound one last time as he stepped back.

"Sure." I replied in a tingle-induced daze. I bent in and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Anything for my brother."

Jai laughed at that and gave me a slap on my rump as he strolled off to his room. I stood there for a moment in shock as I felt the tingles fall away. Then I realized I was still standing completely naked in the upstairs hallway and bolted for my room. I locked my bedroom door, something I'd never done before and quickly got dressed in my nighty. My mind raced at what had just happened. Why was I seducing my step brother? The strip tease was bad enough, but now I let him feel me up and gave him more than an open invitation with that little kiss. What was wrong with me? It wasn't that Jai wasn't attractive, but I was out of control. Other girls had told me about tingling between their legs and wanting to do sexy stuff, but I couldn't believe this was what they'd talked about. I sank into bed with these thoughts racing through my mind, and fell off to a very fitful night's sleep.

***

The next night I cornered him in his bedroom and shut the door so mom and dad wouldn't hear if they did happen to still be up. I didn't know what had possessed me before but I had to set things straight before they got out of hand.

"Jai we need to talk." I stated as I closed his door. He just turned around and looked at me like he had no idea what could be wrong.

"What about, sis?" He asked innocently even as I could feel his eyes checking me out again. I hadn't dressed to impress today, but it wasn't easy to hide my assets either. Still, that wasn't my biggest concern right now.

"About last night. I don't want you to get the wrong idea or anything." I started, doing my best to keep myself talking for fear that I wouldn't be able to keep going if he stopped me.

"I know, you don't act like that normally, that's okay, I'm cool with it." Jai replied and I felt a sudden wave of tingles hit me again.

"Uh, I think I'd better go, okay?" I asked, turning to leave. I was afraid just what I was going to do next and didn't want to stick around to find out.

"I thought you wanted to talk. I won't bite." Jai replied. The sudden urge to stay overwhelmed me and I stopped in my tracks.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked openly. It wasn't to Jai specifically, just my own expression of my exasperation. I turned back around and felt myself looking at Jai again but this time with a little too much attention on his buffed new bod.

"Why don't you get more comfortable?" Jai asked. I felt the tingle shift again and somehow knew just what I needed to do to get comfy. I reached down to the waist of my T-shirt, pulled it up over my head in one smooth motion, and tossed it onto the floor. Then, with just as little fanfare I unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the floor, making sure to pull off my socks and shoes while I was at it. While I fiddled with my laces I wondered just what was coming over me. I couldn't help myself, somehow the idea was stuck in my head that being naked was the most comfortable I could be. The tingling kept me from questioning the notion too deeply as I kicked off my shoes and stood up again.

"You don't mind me getting naked do you, Jai?" I asked as I reached back and unhooked my bra. I held the cups over my breasts as I awaited his answer. It wasn't like he hadn't seen them before, but I felt like I should ask anyway.

"No, sis, I think it's great. In fact, I'll join you." Jai replied and started to pull off his own clothes. That was enough for me and I let my bra drop and scooted out of my panties as demurely as I could. Then I just stood there and watched as my hunk of a stepbrother undressed right in front of me. I could feel myself getting hot between my legs as I took in his muscular chest. When he dropped his shorts I just whimpered as I looked at his member, waving erect from between his legs. I'd caught a few peaks of men before, but this was different, I knew this erection was just for me, and I blushed a little in appreciation.

"What am I doing? We shouldn't be doing this, Jai!" I whimpered as the tingling holding my objections away started to fade. Just as I started to turn away I felt it flare up again and I stopped. It was dancing inside my head now, and I think I just stared blankly at his wall for a few minutes as the effects drifted through me.

"Sorry, sis, but it was too much concentration keeping you on a short leash." Jai said as I drifted back down from the tingles.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded, turning around and placing my hands on my hips. It hit me a moment later just how comical I must look like that, but I did my best to keep composed.

"Lay down on my bed and start playing with yourself, sis." Jai replied. It wasn't really an order, it was more like he was explaining, though I couldn't see how. That was until I felt the need to do just what he said. I flopped onto the bed with an enthusiastic whoosh and my hands were busy as soon as my cheeks hit his bedspread.

"Hey, why am I doing this?" I squealed as my fingers began working their familiar magic on me. I didn't masturbate too much, but I knew how to enjoy it when I did. The tingling in my head was gone now, and I could think clearly. I still couldn't stop myself from doing just as Jai had suggested though.

"What did you do to me, Jai?" I huffed as my fingers stoked my inner fires. I could already feel my cunny beginning to drip and my nipples were both nice and hard. I was seriously aroused, and all this from just a few words from Jai. I didn't know how it was possible, but he had me under his control. The strangest thing was that although it disturbed me, I couldn't summon any real strong emotion about it. Instead, all I could do was get myself even more hot and bothered.

"I don't really know, but ever since a couple weeks ago I felt like I could influence people more than normal. I hope you don't mind but I've been playing with you to see how far I could push it." Jai explained, his eyes not leaving my naked flesh for an instant. If I wasn't in the midst of my own self-love, I would have been furious at that, but the most I could manage now was an angry grunt.

"Man you look really hot like that, are you nice and wet now, sis?" Jai asked as he lay down beside me on the bed. I didn't want to answer him, but somehow his question was just compelling. I had to answer.

"Yeah." I whimpered. I was quickly getting the notion of what was coming next. "Please, Jai, don't. I'm still a virgin."

"That's okay, sis, I am too." Jai replied in a soothing voice as he reached over and cupped my free breast. I couldn't help but moan as he squeezed me with his fingers. I was flustered now. I was out of control, naked, horny and totally under the control of my stepbrother who was about to fuck me. I'd been curious about sex for the longest time, but I never dreamed my first time would be like this. Still, I couldn't deny I'd wanted to try it out, but I'd just never met the right guy before and now I wasn't left with a choice.

 

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I continued to play with myself shamelessly as he ran his hands over me, exploring everything I had. What really surprised me was just how good it all felt, especially Jai's roaming hands. His fingers just lit sparks all across me as they danced. I was busy on my own hot spots as well, stoking the fires that were raging through me now. This went on until I felt myself really leaking from between my legs.

"I'm ready, Jai. Nice and wet." I whimpered and spread my legs as wide as I could. The words just forced themselves from my mouth, like they were programmed into me. I suppose they were part of whatever Jai had done to me. My thoughts were focusing on what was about to happen though. I was about to feel a man inside me for the first time, and that was important regardless of how it happened.

Jai didn't waste any time. He rolled over and on top of me, hovering just above me. I looked down between us and spotted his hardness waving from his crotch. With one hand still working my clit, I wrapped my other one around his shaft and quivered. He felt so big, I could hardly believe he could fit inside me, though I felt the need to try just burning into me.

"Please, Jai," I whimpered, the last of my strength going into the plea. I wasn't even sure what I was asking for. I wanted him to stop, but I needed to feel that shaft filling the sudden emptiness between my legs.

"Shh, sis, you'll love it." Jai whispered and lowered himself enough so the head of his member was pressing between my legs. I pulled on it, and shifted myself until I felt his knob parting my slit. I couldn't believe I actually had a guy's cock between my legs and felt a new rush of lust coursed through me. I still wondered how he was going to fit, then I realized what all my juices were for and started rubbing the head of his shaft between my dripping lips.

"What are you doing, sis?" Jai asked, seeming to be genuinely surprised by my handling of his cock. I was too little, but everything had just overwhelmed me. I couldn't get away, so I was going to be sure to enjoy this.

"Just getting you ready," I moaned. It was actually kind of fun rubbing my slit with his cock and it felt just amazing having him touching my forbidden flesh. I worried for a moment that I wasn't getting him wet enough and had another idea. "Come in a little closer and hump my pussy lips a little, so we can get you all lubed up."

Jai didn't need to be coaxed any more and I gasped as he slid his length across my slick lower lips. I wrapped my hand around him and helped spread my juices all over his length until he was nice and slick. I humped him back a little too, savoring the intimate touch we were sharing. I knew we were ready now and I looked up at Jai again.

I still couldn't believe I was looking up into the eyes of my first lover as I shuddered beneath him. My earlier objections had all fallen away, I didn't forget them, or that I was in this position because of Jai, but he'd stoked the passion within me and all I wanted was to indulge it now. Tomorrow I might regret it, but right now I was aching for him and I let him know.

"I'm ready, Jai." I smiled as I gave his cock a nice squeeze. He smiled down at me and lifted his hips up again. I didn't miss a beat, and guided him right back to my slit as he moved into position to take me. I rubbed his head against my fold, this time seeking the entrance to my pussy for him. I shuddered at the feeling of my lower lips being parted again, but concentrated on the task until I felt him slip deeper into me. I gasped at the sudden fullness at the entrance to my passage. This was it, he was in position and I looked up.

"Are you sure you want this, sis?" Jai asked. For a moment I really believed he meant it, that I could back out even after all this. It didn't matter now, I was too far gone, no matter how I'd found myself here, there wasn't anything I wanted more than to feel his cock all the way inside me.

"Take me." I insisted with every ounce of sincerity in me. Then he lowered himself onto me completely, pressed his chest to mine, and kissed me deeply. Our lips touched with their own fire and I was kissing him back as hard as I could. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my hands across his back as he rubbed my sides.

Then just as our tongues slipped through I felt him push his hips forward and moaned in shock as I felt my stepbrother's cock sinking into me. I shuddered at a sudden tearing feeling deep inside me and realized I had just become a woman. The feeling of his sack between my legs surprised me a moment later. He was all the way inside me with one wonderful thrust and I was amazed at the unreal fullness from being filled with his shaft.

Jai started to pull back a moment later and I flinched. It hadn't hurt so much going in, but I was sore. I shot my legs up around his hips and held him in place, so he'd leave his nice big cock all the way up inside me until I was ready for more.

"Are you okay, sis?" He asked with honest worry. I'm sure he'd heard stories about a girl's first time, though it surprised me for a moment that he actually seemed concerned after all he'd done.

"Yeah, just don't move, I'm just a little sore." I smiled, not wanting to worry him for some reason.

"You feel so nice, sis. You're just perfectly warm and tight. How do I feel there?" Jai asked. His curiosity got the better of him, but I was still compelled to answer his questions, not that I really minded.

"Big!" I giggled. "I feel so full down there like you're just splitting me open, but it's wonderful, Jai. Thank you."

I lifted myself up and kissed him again. We stayed like that for a couple minutes, locked together as intimately as a boy and girl could get while I adjusted to my new womanhood. Our hands took liberties as well while our tongues danced, and I don't think there was a part of either of us that didn't get played with by roaming hands.

"Okay." I whimpered, pulling away from his lips. It felt wonderful having him inside me, but I wanted more. Even though I still felt a little tender, I knew it was time for what came next.

Jai just smiled again and pulled himself slowly out of me. I squirmed under him as I felt his cock moving inside me. Nothing had ever prepared me for such a wonderfully strange feeling. Then just as he almost pulled out of me I pulled him in with my legs and thrust up my hips, squealing with delight as I felt his shaft spread me open again.

"Oh, Jai, do that again." I moaned as I ground my hips against him. He didn't need to be asked and quickly started a slow pumping rhythm into me. I just whimpered and squirmed under him totally enveloped in the sensations he was stroking in me.

"You like this, sis?" Jai asked as he plunged into me again. I shuddered as I felt the knob of his shaft parting my folds again all the way to my very center. It was more amazing than I could ever have dreamed.

"Yes, it's wonderful, Jai. Can you do it harder?" I asked, somehow knowing that the pleasures he was striking inside me were only the beginning.

"Like this?" He then proceeded to pound into me with harder strokes. I felt my breasts quiver each time he bottomed out inside me and heard the slap of his flesh on mine. I knew instantly that this was what fucking was meant to be.

"Oh, yes, just like that!" I grunted with him as he kept pumping into me. I was humping back against him as hard as I could as well, and squeezing down on his cock with all my strength. He groaned in approval and it wasn't long before we were simply thrusting into each other in a beautiful primal rhythm.

His every thrust seemed to just edge me higher as well, and I was awash in the sensations of making love. Our bodies were writhing together, and my breasts jiggled against his chest as he pounded into me, my hard little nipples tracing patterns on him with every bounce. We kissed passionately as well, only stopping to catch our breath.

It seemed a wonderful eternity was spent like that, merged together so perfectly. Then I felt Jai stirring even more inside me, our thrusts were sharper, harder, more urgent. The fire inside me was a blazing inferno centered on his wonderful thrusts and then I felt it. My eyes flew open, looking inside as something inside me tore open and consumed me in a wonderful torrent. I tensed around Jai, and shook with pleasure echoing through my entire being, and I let out a soulful cry of joy.

"Get ready for it," Jai grunted as he kept his wonderful thrusts going. I was too engulfed in my own pleasure to wonder what he meant until he gave me one hard thrust and held himself deep inside me. Then I felt his member pulsing inside me and a strange warmth fill my depths as he let out a deep moan of satisfaction. I realized he was coming inside me and giggled again as I concentrated between my legs and tried to milk him with my pussy.

"Oh, sis, that's nice." He closed his eyes and moaned as I coaxed the last drops from him. He bent down and kissed me again, and we frenched for another couple of minutes.

"I'm sorry." Jai finally said as we both came down from our orgasmic highs. He looked genuinely upset as he looked right into my eyes. It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about and I could help but giggle.

"I'm on the pill silly." I laughed. This was one time I was glad my mother was over protective. I hadn't been very willing when she'd suggested the idea when I'd hit puberty, but she'd insisted. Girls might not want to plan for sex, she'd said, but she didn't want to be a grandmother because I wanted to play innocent. Of course, even with that, she was plenty careful to steer me away from sex when she could, if she only knew what was going on upstairs right now, I smiled.

Jai just laughed at that and rolled gently off me. I cuddled up to him and we just lay there like that and basked the afterglow for a bit. I could hardly believe I'd just been fucked, or how wonderful it had been. I understood a lot more about the world right then, but just let myself enjoy snuggling up against my stepbrother. I was so comfortable I hardly felt myself drift off to sleep as my fatigue caught up with me and I closed my eyes in Jai's arms.

***

Waking up naked in my stepbrother's arms was about the weirdest thing I had ever experienced. I was lying with my back against his chest and his arm draped over my waist. I squirmed for a moment, not knowing what to do and remembering just how I'd ended up in that position. Jai must have felt me squirm because he reached up, grabbed onto one of my breasts, and squeezed it firmly.

"Good morning, sis." Jai sounded just like he was greeting me at breakfast, as if it was perfectly normal being in bed with me.

"Get off." I whimpered. "You may have had your way with me last night, but this has got to stop, Jai."

"Come on, sis, I know you loved it last night and it's not like you have a choice." Jai replied, not even pausing with his hand. I could feel my nipples getting nice and hard from his touch, and even my pussy was beginning to stir again. I had to admit, he really did know how to play with a girl.

"Please, Jai, just let me up." I whined, hoping that I could convince him to let me go before he got other ideas.

"Great idea, sis. I'd love to have you ride me, just let me toss off these covers and you can hop on." Jai laughed and quickly prepared himself. I felt a sudden surge of need inside me, getting myself ready for him. I wasn't going to give in to him this time though. No way was I just going to be at his beck and call no matter how good it might have felt.

Of course that lasted about as long as it took Jai to pull the sheets off of us and roll onto his back. One look between his legs and I just had to feel him inside me again. I quickly sat up and straddled him, putting my pussy right over his crotch and reaching between us for his already hard shaft. It wasn't until I pushed down and guided his knob to my entrance that I even realized what I was doing.

"Jai, you've got to stop this." I moaned as I started to lower myself onto him and felt his member slowly spear me. "I'm not just some toy for you to play with."

I closed my eyes as I seated myself on top of him, not being able to fight back my moans of pleasure. I was still coherent, though, and I didn't want to be doing this no matter how wonderful it felt.

"Come on, Sis. You can't tell me you don't like this." Jai smiled as he reached up and squeezed both of my breasts. I couldn't help but squeal with delight at his touch. I couldn't understand it, but even this light fondling was just amazing and I couldn't help but thrust my chest into his hands so he could play with me better.

"Jai, please, you made me love it!" I objected with as much strength as I could given I was moaning from all the intimate sensations suddenly coursing through me. It was wonderful, every bit of it, except for the fact that I wanted to be getting ready for my Saturday and not playing sex slave for my step brother.

"And is that so bad?" Jai asked while he gave each of my nipples a wonderful pinch. I gasped with delight, then scowled at him.

"I don't want to be some toy for you, you pervert!" I yelled back. Of course I was also rippling my pussy over his wonderfully filling shaft as I said this. This wasn't going well, everything was just deliriously wonderful, and I think Jai was starting to get off on my objections even as I started to fuck him.

"Just think, Sis, do you really want to stop?" Jai asked. Just like last night, I could almost feel that the question was genuine, like he was really giving me a choice. As I looked down at him and started to respond, he grabbed me by my hips and held me still.

"Think about it, Sis. Give it a minute." Jai said. I wanted to shoot back at him so that I didn't need a minute, but I couldn't. His blasted suggestions were just like orders to me, so all I could do was sit for a minute and think about it.

He was kind enough to give me the time too. So I just sat there, straddling my stepbrother's cock, completely naked, contemplating whether I wanted to go on like this. I didn't want to be Jai's little sex slave, but I couldn't deny that I'd enjoyed everything he'd done so far, aside from not asking permission. The weird thing was that I didn't want to really think about giving this up completely, it had been fun, I just didn't want to be controlled.

"So, sis, what'll it be? Do you want to be able to enjoy this every day or not?" Jai asked, taking his hands away from my hips with a long caress down my thighs. That scared me, I just felt that he was threatening me somehow. I didn't know quite what he had in mind, but I felt like it was big. Strangely, the idea of doing this every day had its own appeal as well. Finally, I came to my decision.

"We can discuss terms later, let's just enjoy this now, okay?" I whimpered and started rippling my pussy again and humped him a little. I had the feeling Jai was hoping to work me into a trap, and I just wanted to be dressed and not impaled on his cock when we discussed our relationship further.

"Okay, sis, whatever you say." Jai smiled and I squealed as he gave me a nice couple of thrusts from below. I wiggled my rear on him and pulled his hands back up to my chest. I giggled as he squeezed me and then started humping him. It was different being the one doing the work, but it still felt good having his cock sliding into me and I angled myself so I could tickle my little nub while I humped him.

Just as I was beginning to get up a good rhythm we heard a knock at the door and I slammed myself down on Jai in shock.

"Jai, is Sreeleela in there with you? You two should be getting down for breakfast you know." I heard mom asking from the other side of the door. I was scared stupid, afraid that mom would actually come in and see me fucking my stepbrother. It took me a moment to realize that Jai didn't seem the least bit concerned. In fact, he was still happily fondling my breasts and had taken to humping into me as best he could.

"Yeah, Mom, Sreeleela in here. We'll be down soon." Jai replied. He smiled up wickedly at me and whispered. "Come on, sis, you can hump and talk with Mom at the same time."

I didn't miss his meaning, and started fucking him again, with a slightly slower and quieter motion though. I didn't really want to, but I just had to be humping him before I could talk to mom. Then I gave my reply. "We'll be done really soon, Mom."

"Okay, kids, don't be too long." Mom replied, and I heard her walk away from the door. As my fear lifted I could feel the adrenaline still rushing through me. I realized I was really hot now and I just couldn't get enough action humping Jai.

"Jai, can you get on top now?" I asked, though I didn't slow myself down yet.

"Sure, sis, why?" Jai asked. I knew instantly that he wasn't just going to roll over, he wanted me to tell him. Of course, I knew I couldn't keep myself from telling him as soon as he asked.

"I just really need it to be nice and hard and I can't do it like this." I replied, humping him as hard as I could to prove my point. Jai grunted his approval at my actions and smiled.

Then he just reached up and grabbed me, pulling me down to his chest. He locked his lips on mine and I couldn't help but slip him my tongue. As our mouths did that little dance, Jai gave us a swift roll and I found myself beneath him, my legs perfectly spread and my pussy deliciously full. Jai pulled away from our kiss and repositioned himself a little.

"Oh, god, Jai, fuck me hard, just like last night!" I cried out, squirming my deeply impaled passage against him eagerly. I really needed it just like that right now, I was so hot and I knew only a good hard fucking could help.

"Wow, sis, almost getting caught has really got you going. I'm going to have to remember this." Jai chuckled as he started thrusting into me. I really didn't care what he said, all I wanted was to work off this tension with his amazing shaft pounding me.

He didn't make me wait, in fact, I think he was just as turned on by the whole thing as I had been and he was giving me perfect hard thrusts almost as soon as he started. I did my best to meet him halfway and we made wonderful music together like that. For another short eternity, we were one, locked in pure passion and all my concerns for how I got here fell away. I was a woman, he was a man, and that was all that mattered.

Of course, we didn't last very long, all that tension had already thrown me to the edge and our pace had done its work on Jai. It wasn't very long before we both quaked with the pinnacle of our joining and we threw ourselves together with unrestrained power. Then I felt the damn burst and I fell back in blissful oblivion as a flood of pleasure coursed through me. Distantly, I could feel myself pull Jai hard against me and felt his shaft plow deeply into me and begin to fill me with his seed once more.