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I woke up Friday morning around eleven. Josie lay next to me peacefully sleeping. The more I looked at her the more I thought of her as an angel. With the urgent need to pee and to get something to drink I reluctantly left the bed. After taking care of my morning pee hard on I went to the kitchen to make some coffee.

I sat at the counter and drank my coffee while I contemplated what my life had become in the last week since I arrived in San Francisco. When I came to the bay area I was a normal straight man that never deviated from the straight path. Since coming here I had a lap dance from a transsexual. I meet a gorgeous beauty with a strange kinky sexual appetite. I was now waiting for a test result that I was sure would come out negative for any disease. So this beauty and I could have wonderful sex while I was dressed like a girl at her request.

I felt a tap on my shoulder I jumped and turned to find another black haired beatify standing next to me. She had the same coloring as Josie and her sister Cathy with the same long black curly hair as Josie. She was shorter then Cathy but taller then Josie by a few inches. She was older then the both of them, but her age didn’t diminish her beauty in the least. Somehow I knew this was Jolene, the oldest of Josie’s sisters.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, but you didn’t hear me come in.” She said in an angelic voice.

“I’m sorry I was contemplating the meaning of life.” I said in jest

“Pretty deep thinking for so early in the day. I usually wait till after three and a good strong drink before I get that deep in thought.” We both laughed then she said “Hi I’m Jolene Josephine’s oldest sister. You must be Nick or should I call you Nikki.”

She held out her hand and I took it before realizing what she had said. I realized that I was still wearing the pink nightgown from last night and I’m sure my face turned a matching color.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed you’re not the first man I’ve seen in a night gown and you could bet you wouldn’t be the last. In fact you look very fetching in it. Would you mind if I take a cup of that coffee? I’m dying for a cup.”

I told her I didn’t mind then I got up to get her a cup. She didn’t make a move to stop me as if she expected me to get it for her. After I got her a cup and refilled my own I asked if she wanted me to wake up Josie.

“No I came to see you. I wanted to see for myself what Cathy was gushing about. She couldn’t stop talking about the new man Josie had found. Now come over here and tell me all about yourself before my sister gets her lazy ass out of bed.”

We talked for about an hour before Josie had finally woken up. Jolene had a personality that you warmed up to almost immediately. I found myself telling her things I didn’t tell Cathy yesterday. When Josie did wake up she came over to me and wrapped her arms around me from behind and said

“He’s mine you can’t have him.”

“That’s shame too, but I think Robert would be greatly displeased with me if I brought him home. He might not like the thought that you’re taking up with him. You know how Bobbie can be when she has to share. Now come here and give me a kiss.” She told Josie.

Josie went to her and they took each other in their arms and kissed. The same deep soul kiss that Josie shared with Cathy yesterday. Again I was shock by the intimacy the sisters seem to share. And what did she mean about Bobbie not wanting to share Josie. As their kiss seem to last longer then I thought was appropriate for lovers I stood to leave them. Josie saw my movement and took my hand in hers as she continued to kiss her sister. When their mouths finally separated Josie said to me

“You don’t need to leave. We’re not going to get too intimate are we Jo.” The last was toward her sister.

“No I have to be going soon. I have to get over to one of the sets and put a collar on my director. He’s spending way too much on a low budget blue movie. You’d think he was making a feature film.” Jolene told us as she got up to leave. “You two will be coming to Cathy’s tonight won’t you.”

“No we were planning on just staying here till we go to your house tomorrow.” Josie told her

“I’m sorry did that sound like a question.” Jolene said with a laugh. Then she said, “Mother wants the two of you there tonight. She doesn’t want to ruin the football by discussing the two of you and your arrangement.”

“Well in that case I guess we’ll be there.” Josie told her with resignation in her voice.

“Good I’ll tell Cathy to expect you. Besides if you didn’t come you know Susie would be here before night fall.”

“I’m surprised she hasn’t been here yet.” Josie told her

“That’s because she’s been told to stay away. Any longer then that and I doubt we could restrain her. I’ll see you two tonight. The festivities start at eight, as I’m sure you know. Mother will be waiting. Good-bye you two, Nikki it’s been a pleasure meeting you and I hope I see you again. Josie until tonight.” She said before kissing us both. Her lips touched mine bursa otele gelen escort and lingered for longer then I thought was proper. Her lips felt just like Josie’s but there was no tingle to them. After Jolene left Josie came over to me and took me in her arms and said

“Dam I really wanted to be alone with you tonight. Now we have so little time left before we have to get dressed leave for the party. Dam why did she need to do this today.” She said close to tears.

“Who Cathy or Jolene?” I asked

“No my mother. If it were one of those two I’d tell them to go to hell. After all I am the head of the family after my mother. Jolene doesn’t like that fact but she knows it’s true. No we have to go because my mother wants us there. And I’m sure we’ll be expected to come tomorrow to watch football with them. Dam why does it have to be tonight.”

Josie then released me and ran for her purse. After taking the card from the clinic she called the number on the phone. Then she punched in the case number and listen. She then slammed the phone down and said.

“Dam the results still aren’t in. Today is not my day. Let’s go get something to eat.” She said in frustration. I took her in my arms and said.

“Calm down I’ll make us something to eat.”

“You better watch it. I may dress you up for something to do.” She said with a smile on her lips but I also saw a hunger in her eyes.

“If that would help relax you then I’d be pleased to let you dress me up.” I told her. Josie studied me for a few minutes and said.

“Your serious. You’ll let me dress you and put make up on you to help me relax?” I nodded my head. “Well okay why don’t you take a shower while I get everything ready.”

“Maybe I should make lunch first. This may take a while.” I told her

“No I’m too excited to eat right now. You can make us something after I get you dressed up or I can call out for pizza. Besides I think I’d like to have you cook after you’re all dressed up. I think it would be so sexy.” She told me

“Okay I’ll go jump in the shower.” I told her.

Ten minutes later I was showered and my face was shaved. Josie handed me a black thong panty with Nikki’s name embroidered on it. When I had it on she tucked my semi-hard member between my legs. She had me put on a matching bustier with the breast forms already in place. I expected the stocking to come next but Josie had other ideas.

“Sit on the bed while I do your toe nails.” I asked her why I need my toenails done. “Because a girl would never wear open toed shoes without her toe nails painted. So sit and don’t argue with me. ” She told me in a forceful tone

I did as I was told and Josie went to work. She was obviously enjoying what she was doing as she was humming to herself as she gave me a full pedicure. After she had on the first coat of polish she then moved up to my hands. Seeing I just had a manicure yesterday I didn’t need much work in the fingernail department except they were too short for Josie. So she glued on some press on nails then shaped them the way she wanted them to look. She applied the same color to my fingernails that she had to my toenails.

When she had one coat on my fingers and two on my toes she moved me over to the make up table. She draped a towel over the mirror so I couldn’t see myself. Then she brushed out my hair before putting it in hot rollers. When my hair was in rollers and another coat of polish was applied she went to work on my make up while sitting on my lap facing me.

She went to work on my eyes first, she used mascara then two or three colors. She applied foundation and something else I wasn’t sure about. She applied a heavy coat of red lipstick. Then she applied another coat of nail polish to my fingers and a clear coat to my toes.

“Are you sure all this will come off before we go to the party tonight?” I asked I was starting to feel a little vulnerable at this point.

“Of cause it will. The press on nails will pop right off. And the make up will wash off fairly easily. We can leave you toes painted seeing you’ll be wearing sox and shoes tonight. Seeing I’m not using anything on your hair to keep it curled once you wash it this curl will come right out. Now please just relax and let me work my magic.”

She then took the rollers out of my hair and went to work on it. It seem to take forever to get it the way she wanted it to look or at the least to get it to look right. Finally in frustration she said that was the best she could do with the way it was cut. If she had known we were going to go this far this quickly she would have had the hairdresser cut it differently.

When she was done with my hair and my toes where dry she rolled a stocking up both my legs. She put on a pair of four-inch open toed heels on my feet and buckled the strap that when around my ankle. She then stood me up and attached the garters to the stockings. A long sleeve red blouse went on next with a short black leather skirt to cover my legs. She then kestel escort stood back and said.

“I’m not thrilled with your hair and you need some earrings. To use any of mine you would need to have pierced ears. So we’ll have to let that go for now. Other wise I think your ready.” Ready for what I asked. “Ready to make me something to eat for right now but I think your ready for just about any thing. I knew when I first met you, you would look good like this but I never thought you would look this good.”

I looked around for a mirror then made my way over to Josie walk-in closet it had two sliding mirrors for doors. As my image came into view I was shocked by what I saw. I expected to look like a man dressed up in women’s cloths, But what I saw was a women staring back at me. I looked so much like a real woman I had to move my hand to make sure it was really I. Josie came and stood next to me and asked.

“Well would you ask her out on a date. Would you think she was really a man under those cloths? Be honest with me doesn’t she look great.”

“I can’t believe that’s me. How did you make me so good looking?” I asked unable to pull my eyes from the image I was looking at.

“That’s all you. All I did was enhance what was already there.” She let me look at myself a minute longer then said. “Okay you stared at yourself enough and you promised to make me something to eat. So let’s get that cute little ass of yours in the kitchen and get you cooking. I’ll shower and get dressed while you’re getting lunch ready.” She told me as she slapped my butt playfully.

Josie followed me into the kitchen to make sure I could walk in the heels. Once in there she had me put on a pink apron that covered me from my neck to my skirt. It had ruffled edges and little red bows all over it. She tied it in the back with a big bow. Of all the things I was wearing this had to be the most feminine. For some reason it didn’t bother me. Josie left me to take her shower while I tried to figure out what to make her for lunch.

I found some smoked salmon in the fridge and the makings of a salad. I also found some pasta in the cupboard and with some cheese I found in the fridge I was able to make pasta with Alfredo sauce to go with the salmon. After I had the salmon in the oven to warm up and while I was waiting of the water to boil I noticed the card for the clinic on the counter top where Josie had left it.

I called the number and at the prompt I punched in my case number. I was told by a recording that my test showed no signs of infectious diseases present in the blood sample. Even though I was almost positive I was clean it was a relief to finally hear it on the recording. Then I redialed the number and punched in Josie’s number. She also tested negative. For some strange reason I felt like I just won the lottery.

My hands shook as I continued to get lunch ready. My feet had started to hurt from being bent and strained in a direction they weren’t use to, but once I had the news about the test they didn’t seem to bother me any more. I started to hum a tune from the radio while I prepared the salad and the sauce.

“Well some one’s in a good mood. Is that because of the way you’re dressed or do you have another reason.” Josie said from behind me.

I turned and looked in her direction. She was now wearing an ultra short mini-skirt with a crop top sweater that left her mid drift exposed to my view. It was the first time I saw her tummy and it was beautiful. It was flat and hard, it didn’t have any muscles showing but you could tell it was as hard as a rock. My eyes went to her belly button that had a naval ring in it. My eyes then traveled up to her face and I saw her smiling. She came over to me and wrapped her arms around me and said

“I want to kiss you desperately but I don’t want to smudge you lip stick just yet. Now tell me why are you so happy.”

“I called about the test results and they’re in.” I told her slightly embarrassed.

“Well that must mean it’s good news. I’d hate to think you were happy that one of us turned up positive.” She asked teasingly

“No both were negative. I hope you don’t mind I called. You can call to verify.” I told her

“No I’m not mad I told you, you could call. That’s why I gave you my number. Also I called from the bedroom you left your card on the nightstand. Let’s eat lunch then we can go into the bedroom and make mad passionate love for as long as we can. Now what have you made me for lunch.”

“First we’ll start with a salad then we’ll have smoked salmon with pasta Alfredo. If you would like wine with your meal I’ll get out what ever you suggest.” I told her

“Well there you go spoiling me again. I can’t believe you found all that in my kitchen. I’ll go get the wine while you set the table.” When she came back with the wine and I had the table set she asked

“How are you managing with the heels and the nails?” I looked down at my nails and realized I had forgotten they were even there.

“The heels started mudanya escort to hurt at first, but after I got use to them they don’t seem so bad and I forgot I even had longer nails.” I told her

“I can’t believe how easily you adapted to this role. You’re gliding around in those heels like you’ve been wearing them all your life. You haven’t displayed one male characteristic since I finished dressing you. I don’t think you even realize it, but your voice is so feminine, it still has huskiness to it but it sounds sexy kind of like a girl that smokes too many cigarettes. You’re sure you never did this before.”

“I can’t explain it either but this feels so natural. I love how everything feels on me. I’m just worried that there is something wrong with me. I mean mentally.” I told her.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you. I think it’s you submissiveness that finally has an outlet. And for the first time in your life you feel comfortable. You relinquished your control to me and you can relax.” Josie moved into my arms and held me to her. I wanted to stay like this forever but I needed to get back to my cooking.

“I should check on the pasta I don’t want it to over cook.” I told her. Josie grabbed two hands full of my ass and gave them a squeeze.

“Did I tell you? You have a really cute ass.”

“No you haven’t. Do you want to do to me what that women did to her maid in the movie?” I asked

“Yes I do but I have to ask you a question. Have you ever had some one fuck you with a cock or a dildo? I need you to be honest with me on this.” She asked

“No I never have.”

“Not even a finger or a tongue?”

“No nothing at all. You’ll be getting a virgin in that department.” I couldn’t believe we were even discussing doing that to me, but for some unknown reason I wanted her to do that to me. Her smile turned to a frown when I told her this.

“Then I can’t. I’m sorry I think you really want this but I can’t,” She said sadly.

“Even if I beg you to take me?” I asked now teasing her.

“Even if you’re on your knees begging me I can’t do it. So please don’t beg me I don’t want to say no, I just can’t do it.” She told me before she went into the dinning room. I followed shortly after with our lunch. She was very quite during our meal. When we were just about done with the meal I said

“I’ll respect your wishes about not begging you, I’ll never bring it up again. I’m sorry I even brought it up.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. It’s just something I can’t do because you’re a virgin. If someone had been inside you before then you wouldn’t be and I could do you. As it stands I can’t” She thought for a few minutes then said.

“What I’m about to tell you, you must never repeat to any one especially my sisters or their husbands.” I told her I wouldn’t. “Back when Jolene was twenty four and I was fifteen. She was getting married to Robert that year. About a month before the wedding we were sitting around talking one night. And Jolene told us that she was going to make Robert submit to her on their wedding night. He was going to have to allow her to take him in the most submissive way possible. She was going to fuck him anally with a strap on dildo.

“Being as naive as I was back then I asked her if he like doing it that way. She told us that he never done it before but he loved her so much that he wanted to prove it by submitting to her request. Then she told us that once she was done doing him then she was going to submit to him in the same way. Being as domineering as we all were we couldn’t understand why she would summit to him that way.

“She told us that she loved him deeply and to prove it she would submit her ass hole to him and only him whenever he wanted it. Well we all thought that was a good idea. So we made a pact that we would never allow any one to penetrate our bottoms with anything until our wedding night. And we would never take any mans anal virginity except our husband’s, because you never know who you’re going to marry. Besides I want my husband to be a virgin, if he’s not then that’s okay. But if a man I’m having a relationship with is, then I won’t do it. Let the woman he marries do it. Can you understand that?” She asked after she told the stor.

“Sure I understand and since you already said you won’t marry me I have to wait till I find someone like you.” I told her before I thought about what I should say.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t marry you. I said don’t get any ideas about marrying me because I don’t think you could be the husband I need you to be. And I can’t be the wife you want me to be.” She told me.

The silence that followed hung over the table like a dark cloud. When I couldn’t stand it any longer I pick up the empty plates and took them to the kitchen. Josie stayed in the dinning room while I cleaned up the kitchen. I felt terrible for even bring up the subject. Marriage should be the furthest thing from my mind. Did I want to live like this my whole life? I should have said no immediately but I couldn’t. There was something about this woman that intrigued me. There was something between us, some chemistry, something that made me responded to her. Why was I so infatuated with her? These thought kept going round and round in my head till I felt her arms wrap around me then all my worries were gone.

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As usual I was horny and it had been several days since my wife Christine and I had one of our great sex sessions. I asked if she wanted to fool around, as we had the afternoon to ourselves. Our teenage daughter was at a friend’s house until this evening. But Christine wanted to wait until Friday, and today was Wednesday. We were about to have afternoon coffee in the front room of our condo. Christine was going to be on her laptop and I was going to do some reading.

I got the coffee from the kitchen and brought it into the front room. Christine was already seated with her feet up, her computer on her lap. She was checking her email when I set her cup down on the table beside her. I leaned in and gave her a kiss and said, “You sure you don’t want to fool around?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” she replied.

I resolved to reading, which was fine, if I could concentrate. I was sitting in my chair trying to read when Christine looked over to me and said, “Why don’t you make yourself cum into your coffee?” I was taken aback at her sudden request.

“Then what?” I replied.

“I want to watch bursa escort bayan you rub your cock and cum into your cup,” she answered. “Then I want you to drink it,” she continued.

Needless to say my cock began to stir and harden in my pants. I’ll confess, I love masturbating, playing with my hard-on and balls is a great pleasure. So this was going to be fun.

I said I had to drink a little first since the mug was full because I didn’t want to spill any while I was trying to cum in the mug. I drank half the mug quite fast since I was excited at the idea of Christine demanding me to masturbate for her. I had been slowly rubbing my cock through my pants while drinking my coffee and the restriction was becoming uncomfortable. I asked Christine, “Should I take my cock out or take off my pants.”

She said, “Take off your pants so I can see everything.” I quickly obeyed and was pantless in no time, displaying my raging tool. I said I’ll be right back and came back with some lube before I got too far along.

I returned and sat in the chair, drizzled görükle escort lube on myself and with Christine’s encouragement began stroking my cock. I spread a thin layer all over my hard-on and coating my balls sent pleasure throughout my loins. I asked her, “How’s it look?

“Hard.” she cooed.

There’s nothing hotter than your lover tells you how you look.

Christine by now had forgotten about her emails and was mesmerized, watching me as I continued massaging my erect shaft and sensitive balls. Squeezing a little precum from the tip, collecting it in my finger. Christine asked, “How’s it feel?”

“Good,” I moaned as I brought my finger to my mouth and licking the precum from the tip. “Mmmm, tastes good too,” I said to her.

I added more lube to my manhood as Christine said, “Yeah, stroke that big hard cock for me.”

I asked, “Do you like watching my play with myself?”

“Oh yeah.” she replied. It felt so good that I wanted this to last awhile but I was so turned on that I didn’t know how long I could last.

By this time bursa escort bayan half my coffee was drunk and it was ready for more cream. I began to vigorously work my rod, stroking it fast and harder, anticipating the pleasure of cumming for my wife. She kept encouraging me to stroke my cock and massage my balls,”Yeah, that’s it, stroke that fat cock for me.” I gripped my rod harder and was on the verge of cumming.

“Are you ready?” I said.

Christine quipped “yes.” I put my coffee cup on the floor and knelt in front of it aiming my cock towards the steaming beverage. “What are you ready for?” I asked.

“To see you shoot your big load into your coffee.” She answered.

Stroking my cock faster I began to feel the familiar tightening in my balls and dick just before you orgasm. I said to Christine, ”Here I cum.”

‘Yes, do it!” Christine commanded. With her order I started cumming,

“Ooooh yeah,” I panted, as ropes of cum shot into my waiting coffee cup. Some dripped down the side of the cup as I kept milking my shaft encouraging every drop of cum from my balls.

Spent, I looked at Christine and said, “Thanks for the encouragement.”

“Now drink up.” she replied. As demanded I took my coffee cup and began drinking my “creamed” filled coffee.

Christine asked “How is it?”

“Good.” I said, as I swallowed the first sip of my cum filled coffee.

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He sat writing at his desk. Writing fiction is taking a trip into a world that exists only as per the terms suited to the author. If that fiction is erotica then you can do things which you would not contemplate in real life. And that was why Shyam wrote.

It allowed him to indulge in fantasies about all the women he encountered in life. Women who he talked to politely while actually he might have wanted to scream obscenities while fucking them. There were others whose breasts he imagined — would they spill out if he undid the hooks? Or situations: what if the man who was part of a family council choosing a bride actually decided to fuck her? Or that aunt who looked saucy and flirted: what if she took the boys in to the neighbouring room one by one?

And so he wrote. Of aunts. Of uncles. Of himself. Of his cousins. All behaving irresponsibly and letting their sexual inclinations flow. They took, indulged, sampled and feasted on the targets of their lust, unrestrained by social norms. They did it in aggressive, seductive, passionate and entrapping ways, unhindered by their own consciences. And they performed acts unhindered by physical limitations.

As he wrote of them and their impossible encounters, Shyam found himself aroused uncontrollably. These were the stories he wanted to read and the only way was to write them himself. He liked the fact they were rooted in reality. He enjoyed the idea that any of those events could have easily occurred: every other setting was perfect except the constraints which evaporated when it came to fantasy. And he had lusted after every woman in every story: after all they were all real characters in the world around him.

That aunt’s breasts. This girl’s long legs. That night at the wedding reception when he and a woman he knew only as an acquaintance in a room by themselves counting gifts. Each of those women had been real. Each of them delectable, touchable, fuckable, suckable. And in his writings he did everything to each one exactly as he would have in real life.

It brought on massive erections and Shyam found it necessary to masturbate as he relived the fantasy in his mind, several times during the writing of each story.

However, it was not always convenient to do so. He might be writing sitting in a hotel room somewhere in which case it was not unusual to masturbate more than once in the space of a few hours as the stories drove him wild. At other times, he might be at an airport on a plane in which case he could only wait to reach his destination. And then there were times like this, when he was writing seated at his desk in his home-office. The rest of the house went about its chores, oblivious to him; perhaps assuming that he was busy at work. He was writing after a long, long time and he was finding terrific arousal in imagining an Uncle getting cunt, hands, lips, tongue and mouth of his daughter’s friend. Why had he waited to write so long? Nothing got him as hard as his own story, well-crafted.

Shyam shifted in his chair as the story gathered momentum and the male and female became animals consuming one another. He was wearing a lungi (the sarong that goes around the waist) writing this story, his erection unfettered by any restraining garments. It reared up and hummed with fullness. He was engrossed in his writing and the pleasure it gave him. Occasionally he reached under his desk and gave his hard on a rub or a squeeze. He felt his need soar and knew that within a few more pages of writing he would need to adjourn to the bathroom and masturbate to release.

Around him the hum of household work was on. A lady who he knew to be the maid’s mother was sweeping the floor in the hall. His table was in one corner. She seemed faraway enough for him to continue stroking his cock every now and then. He had made it a habit to keep an eye out for various people coming and going to ensure he wasn’t spotted. He wanted his writings to be secret and definitely none of his sexual comforting bursa yabancı escort of his hard on was to be spotted by anyone.

Beyond keeping an eye out for intrusions in privacy he didn’t eye the domestic staff. They were working class and he never stooped to that level of lusting for them. Nor did he ever treat them as eye candy. They were after all, servants who relied on his goodness. Anything sexual would be exploitative. Even to glance at their breasts, cleavage was not in his scheme of things.

The coast seemed clear enough and Shyam continued writing and squeezing himself. His cock had started dripping and unknown to him it was dripping on to the floor below. The woman was sweeping the floor now on her haunches and walking along as she swept the floor. Shyam did not notice her progress across the room and soon enough, she was nearer his desk than he realised. From where he was sitting he couldn’t see her.

Neither did Dhanam, the maid’s mother, notice Shyam. The sahib pretty much kept to himself and his work. On the few occasions she had come to help her daughter complete the housework she had no interaction with Shyam. Her daughter, the maid of the house, never reported any advances or incidents of questionable nature. Dhanam and her daughter often gossiped about the families at which they worked and there was never anything salacious to be had about Shyam’s household.

She was the mother of a sixteen year old but given to hard physical work which is normal for the working classes. Her body was hard and her shoulders square — somewhat Amazonian in her build.

Right now, as she used the broom she found the floor had some drops of fluid and she couldn’t sweep without wiping it off first. As is usual with working class women she thought nothing of wiping it with the side of her hand and then getting up to go to wash her hand off. But as she was about to get up she noticed another drop hit the floor. She looked up and lo and behold, in all its glory she could see Shyam’s cock. His lungi was pulled up a bit and the cock was exposed to the floor and also to anyone looking up from that angle. In effect Dhanam was looking up Shyam’s lungi. And there was his cock full and raging in its hardon, and the precum dripping from its swollen head to the floor below.

Dhanam was unlettered but in one of the other houses she frequented she had noticed the teenage boy of that house watching sexy video clips on a computer. (She and her daughter had laughed about it. Dhanam even felt her daughter was not laughing as freely as she did on other occasions; it led her to suspect that her daughter might have obliged that young man. ) Dhanam knew that things of a sexual nature could be viewed on the computer and that is what seemed to be engaging Shyam. She had had much more intimate experiences in other houses – of the master of the house watching sensual, erotic and porn clips on DVD. There had been times the man of the house had demanded sexual favours. She had obliged. With oral, with masturbation and occasionally a full blown fuck.

She imagined Shyam’s hard on was from watching some such material on the computer. Impulsively, she reached out and held the cock in the same position one would hold a tennis racket. Shyam moved back in shock. But Dhanam was holding his cock firmly if gently. She moved her hand up and down adding drops to the floor below. Shyam gasped with pleasure and looked below the desk. There she was with one hand on the floor resting on it and other hand up his lungi.

She gave Shyam a matter of fact look — almost as if it was one more menial chore she was performing around his house. Shyam gripped the sides of his chair as Dhanam expertly ran her hand on his shaft, reaching the base and pulling skin back and pulling forward and getting the foreskin back over the head. Shyam closed his eyes savouring the slow stroking. There were huge risks in accepting what Dhanam was doing bursa sınırsız escort to him but he couldn’t have needed it more. He was betting on the idea that she was under the table and would not be spotted.

As Shyam thrust his hips upward, Dhanam realised she needed to change the angle of her hand. She sat down and took his cock in both hands. Her thumb ran over the head taking the fluid in her hand for lubrication. She smeared the cum on his pillar and rubbed with both hands holding his member in the closed fists of both hands. She rubbed up and down matter-of-factly looking at the cock. It was a nice thick cock, as good a specimen as she had seen in her lifetime of handling men.

In seeking to provide him release her stroking was mechanical. It was anything but mechanical for Shyam. He gasped and grunted as he was treated to an efficient if impersonal stroking of his cock. He looked down at the woman whose hands were giving him such expert treatment. She looked up at him wordlessly, blushing slightly. Her bosom heaved from her exertions and for the first time Shyam noticed large breasts firmly placed on her broad shoulders.

Unexpectedly, Dhanam quickly used one hand to pull her saree and cover her breasts more completely. From where Shyam was seated he had a good view down her blouse but now it was veiled in the layer of cotton. Dhanam’s bangles clinked slightly as the rhythm she set up for his cock took hold of her. Shyam stared at the sweaty, reddening woman, her head not far from his knees and her body at his feet. He reached forward and pulled the saree down to see the slopes of her breasts. He wanted to see more, touch, hold and feel. But she was seated below him and any change in position would prevent her from masturbating him well. Any adventure beyond this would need a change in setting as well.

Her breasts had beads of sweat on them which made them more alluring than ever. Apart from the exertions of sweeping the effort it was taking to make Shyam cum was unusual. Shyam surprised Dhanam by not cumming instantly. It was his dimension of erection which had made her reach out and take him in her hand. She was fascinated by the proportions of the cock but not aroused. What got her curiosity — and slowly her too — aroused was the staying power. Shyam would make a great fuck, she realised. “Imagine having this well proportioned cock filling me and then being able to fuck me till I came as much and as often as I wanted to!” she thought.

The thought caused her to be rough with his member. The fluid had dried up and the cock head was red and dry. Dhanam leaned forward and released a blob of saliva from her mouth onto Shyam’s cock. She needed the lubricant and Shyam was dry. Her own pussy was juicing up but she did not want to go beyond just this one session of masturbation. Expose yourself and God knows where it ends — that was her principle in handling the master of various houses. Do enough but don’t create situations where they can exploit you.

Shyam stiffened as Dhanam moved her head over his cock — was she going to kiss him, take him in her mouth? “Ohh!” he shivered in anticipation. When she soaked him in her warm saliva Shyam shuddered.

Dhanam’s measured cadence on his cock gave way to rapid thrusting of her fist. She rubbed his balls against the palm of one hand, coaxing the man to cum. He wanted to cum and thrust his hips back and forth. Suddenly, Shyam sat forward and spread his knees. Dhanam was now between his legs trying to keep both her hands on his shaft. She played and made love to the hot flesh, allowing it to run between her fingers. Each thrust down brought its head rearing up quite near her own lips. She watched transfixed, imagining that same head rearing up into her womb. As she kneeled to do her chosen task better, her pussy flowed freely. Dhanam knew her desire had crossed a threshold she had set for herself. She had not been asked to do so and here she görükle escort was masturbating Sahib. He had not moved on her and she was now on her knees pussy agape, and lips apart hovering over his cock, flowing of its own accord.

From this position Shyam could reach lower and lift her breasts in his hands. He felt them full, hard and heavy. His thumbs ran over the nipples. Dhanam gasped and Shyam felt the warm breath on his cock, his scrotum and his pubic hair. Her blouse was hardly an impediment as Shyam discovered she wore no bodice or bra. It was just an apology of a cover for her ample bosom. He squeezed and enjoyed the fullness as his hips thrust into her hands.

With the same impulse that she first grasped his cock in her fist, Dhanam leaned a little more and kissed the head. It was not a kiss as one might receive on the cheek. It was a sucking kiss that pulled on his cockhead. Shyam gasped and hands roaming on her back pulled her close to him.

Dhanam buried her face in the master’s stomach and her hand worked the pillar of flesh faster and harder with the new deposit of saliva she left on him. She kissed his belly and her face caressed the expanse of flesh on his tummy. Now holding his cock like a joystick her thumb toyed the head. She paused to rotate the whole pillar round and round. Then she thrust down taking the cock in. as she clung to Shyam and kissed and bit his flesh, Shyam gripped her back and pawed at her breasts.

Finally, Dhanam slid her middle finger into the crevice of his ass. Gently, greased by cum and saliva, her finger teased Shyam’s perineum and ass.

With a groan Shyam felt Dhanam conquer him fully. His flesh relaxed and the orgasm whipped his body. He stretched his legs, toes curling as Dhanam’s one hand roamed from ass to scrotum while the other hand fisted him with even greater vigour.

His spurts were huge and her hand was quickly soaked. Dhanam quickly smeared the dollops she collected on her saree edge and her hands came up for more. Holding her master’s cock firmly in one hand then the other, she collected all his cum and wiped it on her saree.

Shyam came in a series of hissed “ah”s. He didn’t know the woman’s name. He wanted to call out to her. He wanted to repeat her name over and over. All he managed to do was shudder and empty in her hands. She thrilled him by leaning and kissing his thighs. His cock was still cumming and Dhanam was stroking and pleasuring all the surrounding areas.

Shyam groaned and sank back in the chair as his cock rapidly lost its tumescence. Dhanam took the receding jut of flesh between her lips and forming a small “o” fucked the small jut of remaining flesh. It was ultra sensitive to her touch and Shyam jumped and squirmed as subsidiary orgasms were squeezed out of him by the expert woman kneeling between his legs. And when that too receded, she covered the entire cock and pubic area with her mouth and tongued the flesh. Her repeated ministrations continued and pleasured him incessantly. He wondered why she would not let go.

Dhanam continued to suck and lick the area till she felt what she wanted to know about her master; the cock twitched back and added just enough volume to let her know that her Sahib was a sexual volcano.

She knew that he could quickly regain his erection to the fullest. Having satisfied her curiosity, Dhanam withdrew, wiping her mouth on the edge of the saree. She inspected the floor below — it was clear of any drops of precum. Everything had been captured in her hands and her saree.

Pulling the curtain of his lungi over the cock, she resumed the sweeping which had brought her between his knees.

Shyam slumped in his chair, drained and knowing that he would have to continue his writing some other time. Dhanam had changed forever the way he viewed her or her daughter. She had released him sexually and transcended all class boundaries. He would never be able to look at her the same way again.

Before he could ask her anything she had gone back to being the mother of the regular maid in their house and Shyam did not know how to ask her anything. Neither her name, nor what their next sexual tryst if any, would be like. He stared at the words on the screen which seemed flat and hollow compared to the experience he had just had.

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