Toy & Tormentor

Hello to all my readers, this is JJ from Chennai reaching out to you with a hot & horny personal experience that well defined and very truly matches the heading above. “The Toy & the Tormenter” I was normal just like any other kid of the block during my school & college days, listening and reading third rated porn books that came my way. Let me tell you there came loads and loads of them, I had a huge collection until a faithful Good Friday when parents cleaned my cupboard the embracement I underwent can never be described in words.

Of course, like all of my age guys I used feel horny for women who were fit enough to be my mother when it comes to their age. It was a long list from my nursery school teacher to the next door neighbor aunty well into her 40’s. I guess that’s normal during the adolescent and youngster phase in the life of a average male, what’s abnormal about this that it continues even to this day while well into my later side of 30’s.


Quickly returning to the crux when I joined a modular kitchen company & the time I am talking is not recently the very term modular kitchen wasn’t known to ordinary middle class customers. In my case it was precisely the creamy layer of the society alone had any idea about the product I was asked to sell. Trying to locate the ‘O’ block in Anna Nagar was no joke on a hot and humid day in the month of May 1993, confused and totally given up I parked my two wheeler on the then deserted but a cool shady Avadi Road.

With a benevolent postman passing me finally helped me locate ‘O’ block and designated address where I was expected for a product pitch, the granite floor assisted by the timely sea breeze made me feel I was entering the heavenly door & I was entering the heaven since before me stood a sexy Goddess in her mid 40’s draped in the best of imported night dress as it was called those days.



"Hello?" she said.

"Hello." I replied, standing at her front door handing her one of my business cards. "I'm Chris and I'm a representative of the kitchen Remodeling Company. I was asked to meet you for a product introduction based on your inquiry, I could show you some of the things we have done for people and see if you might like to use our services preferred over our competitors."

"Sure. Come on in. I'm Geetha." she said, pushing the door open.


As I started to step into her house, I was struck by the way her house was planned and built & of course the robe she was dressed with too made my cock stiff.!

She was wearing a yellow & black print night dress that stood in stark contrast to her fair skin. She did have a neat and trim body, she had broad hips and as she walked away from me, I had to admit I admired the roundness of her back. I'd gotten just a flash of her breasts and they were visible through the first two unbuttoned front opening.

I felt an instant growing in my cock.

I followed her into the living room. She sat on one end of a sofa facing a tea table. I started to sit across from her but she patted the sofa and said, "Sit here so you can show me your things, smarty."

So I sat on the cushion next to her and spread my display books out on the table.

When she sat forward to look at the first opened book, things seemed to change. She had been sitting demurely but when she leaned forward to look at the books, her knees spread apart and her legs pressed against mine.

I talked about the first page and of remodeling an ancient kitchen. I got ready to turn the page but when I reached for it, my hand brushed her left breast. I was immediately concerned but she never showed any indication that she had even noticed. When I brought my hand back, Geetha had put her left elbow on her left knee, limiting the space I could move my hand and not only did it brush her tit again but my palm wound up resting on her thigh.


I talked about the two pages of pictures, some before and some after the conversation to modular kitchen to show what we had accomplished. When I got to the point of turning the next page, Geetha just waited for me and when my hand again brushed her tit both going and coming and landed on her thigh, she again made no indication of noticing, although I thought there might have been just a tad more arch to her back ... so now it was even harder to turn the pages without touching Geetha.

The next time I turned a page and drew my hand back, Geetha leaned further forward, pressing her left knee more into my leg and spreading her legs further. This time my palm rested on a softer, fleshier part of her thigh, higher than before.

Still Geetha made no indication of noticing it.

I went through my folder on those two pages and reached to turn to the next one. On the way back, my hand really dragged against Geetha's heavy tit and I rested my palm just a little higher on her thigh. I started talking about the product pictured but my mind was elsewhere. I let my little finger move backward and it brushed the spot very close to her cunt. Geetha had to know it was there but she seemed totally absorbed in the pictures.

Once more I reached to turn the page and when I drew my hand back, I planted my palm over her cunt. This time, Geetha lay back against the sofa, her legs splayed wide and her eyes closed.

She said, "Go ahead. Tell me about this project." But her eyes remained closed and the look on Geetha's face was one of pure lust.


I began talking slowly about the projects and rubbing her pussy through the thin cloth just as slowly. If Geetha gave any indication of what I was doing, it was to try to open her legs wider.

By the time I had gotten halfway through talking about the pictures, my fingers had worked on thin satin night dress to one side and then plowed into Geetha's crevasse unimpeded by the night dress. I teased her clitty out of its hiding place and it stood up strong and proud.

Carefully I shoved the coffee table out of the way with my foot and then swiftly swung around in front of Geetha. Dropping to my knees, I pulled her legs up to my shoulders, spread her pussy lips with my fingers and introduced my tongue to Geetha's hot clit. She was sopping wet and within seconds, I had her cunt juice all over my face. I thought Geetha had as good a tasting pussy as I could ever remember eating.

I licked all around her clit for a bit, then down to the opening into Geetha's love tunnel, which I explored with the full length of my tongue, wishing I had a longer tongue. I could feel the pressure of her inner muscles trying to grab my tongue. I hadn't been working around her clit and pussy more than five minutes before she reared up, her neck on the back of the sofa and her legs pressing my shoulders, touching nothing else, and then Geetha shook like a leaf through about 18 seconds of wonderful climax. A fresh stream of pussy juice flowed onto my tongue and I lapped it all up like a thirsty dog.


Still I licked and sucked at her clit and vagina, causing her to buck with surprise as Geetha pulled her legs up higher, opening her legs more for me.

Back again at her top, I sucked Geetha's clit and teased it with my tongue before spending some time reaming out her cunt with my tongue. I noticed that she had pushed her night dress bra up and was massaging her massive tits with both hands, pulling at her nipples, squeezing the big globes. Geetha bowed up so that she was only supported by her neck and her legs as she came, shivering a little longer as the waves of pleasure passed over her.

Quickly I stood and unzipped my pants, and dropping them to the floor so I could step out of them. By then, Geetha had twisted on the sofa with her head bolstered on one arm, one leg propped high on the sofa back, the other on the floor. I settled into Geetha's saddle, letting my questing cock home in on her heat source and pushing forward to bury itself in her hot love box. There was no need for ceremony and it was obvious she was still hot, so I started to fuck Geetha, carefully grinding on her clitty with every down-stroke. Even before I was ready, she came again, shaking under me like an earthquake.

I kept plowing, thinking now only of myself. I thought that the sensations Geetha's cunt sent through my member to my brain made me think of the warmest, closest, most loving condition possible. I might not be in love with her but I sure was in lust!

When my balls exploded, it was as if dynamite had been ignited between my legs. It felt like a tremendous explosion as they tried to shoot each blast of sperm into and through Geetha's body. Shot after shot went deep into her cunt, splashing her inner walls with the sticky white liquid. Geetha wrapped her legs around my butt and with her arms around my neck, held me captive even after the last drops had oozed out. Geetha pulled my head down and I nuzzled between her tits and sucked her nipples for several minutes while my muscles recovered from the wonderful burning sensation left after a great fuck. I rued the time when my cock became so flaccid it slipped out of her pussy.


Eventually I pushed myself up and slowly dressed, almost reluctant to leave. Geetha sat up on the sofa but made no attempt to put the night dress back on her. She watched until I slipped on my shoes and gathered my books.

"Smarty, I'd like to do some remodeling but I don't think I'm ready. However, I'd really like to see more of your work so I can get more ideas about just what I might want to do some day. If you could come back at your convenience, I'd like you to show me more."

"I will do that," I replied.

As I started for the front door, Geetha padded along behind me.

Turning at the door, I was going to wish Geetha well or kiss her or something but she beat me to the punch. She gave me a quick tongue-flicking kiss and said, "And if you'd maybe just like to drop by to visit, you know, on your own time sometime, you'd always be welcome."

Amazing! Oh, have I visited her!

My office frequently compliments me for working so late when I get back into the office after everyone else has left; I don't tell him how much I have to hustle the rest of the day to make up for the times when I visit my hot & ever horny Geetha lover girl.


Geetha remains the horniest woman I have ever known or probably ever will know. But not one time has she ever used any language which refers to what we are doing, mentions sex, or any implication of sex except for a very rare unintended double-entendre that could be interpreted as referring to a sex act. Geetha simply invites me in and allows me to have my way with her ... anything I want, including oral both ways, vaginal and all sex, all the tittie love I want and occasional hand massages.

Since Geetha prefers it that way, I have honored her wishes by not referring to any sexual activity. It is amazing that the lack of sex talk has not detracted from our pleasure. Geetha cums frequently and we seldom have a session where I don't cum multiple times. The fact that Geetha was twenty-odd years my senior has absolutely no bearing on our pleasure ... unless it might be better because me being her toy & she became my tormentor. Did you like it? Fine it's time you sent in your comments and feed backs to seekcompany@gmail.com


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Yours Lovingly


JJ

Tempting Teacher II

Hi, dear readers. Your one and only JJ back to treat you with a carnal lust of a teacher from Chennai where a student takes her by surprise and treats her with all that she had been dying for. Kalyani reaching in her mid 40's suffering from the problem that almost Indian women undergo a mid life crisis, suddenly she feels its been awhile since she had great sex a typical phase Indian women undergo at her age.

Many would silently suffer the low level of estrogen and approaching menopause of course a few will look at alternative means of getting their sexual urge satisfied. Married with two daughters who were in the WCC at Chennai, husband a good ten years elder to Kalyani & given up on sex for a few years now a angel at 5.7 and a good 65 kgs with cuts and curves that would make a Egyptian mummy turn in the pyramid. Golden color radiating skin jet black hair cut till her shoulders, Kalyani made sure she wore a stiff cotton sari & a matching blouse which gave the senior boys a bulge in their pants.

Harrington Road in Chennai wore a deserted look due to the unexpected showers for the past couple of days, Kalyani still in the private school classroom sighed and laid down the red pen she'd been using to correct test papers and stretched her back. It was Friday and the clock on the back wall of the rectangular shaped classroom read five thirty five . School had been out for more than an hour & a half and the security had already been into her room. She would probably be the last one to leave the building, which wasn't unusual any more.She looked out over the empty room and desks and an unbidden thought came to mind as she looked at the desks.


In her mind's eye she could see the young boys that sat in the desks throughout each school day. Many of them, who were all seniors, were very handsome and she had noticed them, on several occasions, staring at Kalyani – especially her long, aping gap in her sari and well-rounded ass. For her it was a huge compliment because of her age and the fact that many of her girl students were very sexy. To have good-looking teen boys staring at her body in a way that more than suggested they would love to fuck her was extremely flattering to the older woman. Kalyani was after all nearly fifty and, while she wasn't a bad looking woman, she was still much older than any of her male students.

Much of Kalyani's problem was her husband. He had never been a good lover; Kalyani seldom had an orgasm and every time he made love to her, she had to finish what he started. Like that morning when he woke her up with the head of his cock brushing the lips of her pussy in her night dress. Before she was even half awake, her jusband's tongue was in her mouth and his cock pushing into her pussy. And, before five minutes were up, he was unloading his seed into her, then rolling out of bed to take a shower. As always, Kalyani took care of business when it was her time to shower. Sex with her hubby just left her unsatisfied and frustrated. And, she had to admit, the love that had once been there, was gone. They were just going through the motions these days which is the case in 99% of Indian women.

She sighed and pushed away from the desk. She walked to the cupboard at the back of the room, opened the door and left the test papers. Suddenly it became very dark. Someone had shut the door of the classroom. Kalyani frowned. She hadn't heard anyone enter her classroom. Maybe it was the security guard checking the classrooms before leaving for the day. As she was about to turn around, she felt arms encircle her waist and hands begin to caress her flat tummy.

"W-Who's t-there?" she stuttered with shock.

"Shhhhh, Kalyani Miss." The voice in her ear was a low whisper and she couldn't place its owner. "Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you."


"W-What do you want?"

"Just be cool."

Kalyani tried to identify the voice but she couldn't since the whisper was low and difficult to distinguish. Whoever it was had to be a student because she could detect a youthful sound to the whispering voice. And she had seven different classes of seniors that she taught history to, an average of thirty students per class and roughly half were male. She was at a loss as to who was holding her in the dark cloakroom.

The hands slid slowly up until she felt her breasts being cupped over her blouse. The student's hands began to gently roll her heavy 38 inches tits, pushing them together, pressing on them. She could hear his breath in her ear, shallow and course with excitement. His fingers unbuttoned her blouse, slowly; one button at a time then removed it. Then his hands were on her tummy, softly caressing her skin, the fingertips moving in tiny circles on her bare skin, sending shivers coursing easily up her spine.

"Please..." Kalyani sucked in a deep, tremulous breath. "I'm a teacher. You can't do this."

The student didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly unclasped her bra and quickly opened it. His hands cupped her heavy breasts again and toyed with them. Kalyani gasped when his fingers began teasing her hardening nipples, pinching and pulling the fat, hard nubs. In spite of herself, Kalyani moaned. It felt deliriously wonderful. Still, this was a student and to get caught making love to a student, regardless of age, would be cause for immediate dismissal.

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"Please, if someone catches us-"

"Shhhhh. Everyone's gone, Kalyani Miss," he whispered in her ear.

Kalyani let out a soft cry as he suddenly pinched her nipples hard. It hurt, yet felt wonderful at the same time. She could feel her resolve evaporating by the minute as the young man behind her continued to love her tits. She leaned back a little and felt his hard cock press against her ass. It felt very long and fat and snuggled nicely in the groove of her cheeks.


"Can you feel my cock?"

"Yesssss!" she whimpered fighting battle.

"Do you like it?"

"It's...it's very nice," she murmured.

"Turn around and get on your knees, Kalyani Miss."

Kalyani stared blankly into the darkness for a moment, not understanding what he meant. Then realization dawned as she felt his hands gently turn her around by the shoulders and push down until she dropped to her knees. She couldn't see anything and didn't know what to do. She understood that he wanted her to take his cock into her mouth, something she'd never done or wanted to do. Then, without warning, Kalyani felt the tip of his cock touch her right cheek and move slowly until it pressed against her lips. She moaned a little, afraid to comply. Having a man's cock in her mouth...well, she hadn't even let her husband do that and he was her husband.

"Take my cock in your mouth." The whisper was a hiss, forceful and insistent.

Kalyani wrapped the trembling fingers of her right hand around the fat shaft, and then slowly took the massive head between her quivering lips. She heard the sudden hiss of air as she slowly accepted the student's cock into the warm, wet confines of her mouth. She could taste the salty flavor of his pre cum as she little by little drew him inside. All at once, the preconceptions she'd had about sucking cock vanished as she began sucking the hard, throbbing organ.

"Ohhhhh!" he gasped. "This is way fucking better than I thought it would be!"

"MMMMM!"

Kalyani no longer had any reservations about what she was doing. Perhaps it was because of the frustrating years she'd spent satisfying her husband without satisfaction in return, but she now wanted the young man's cock. She wanted to suck it all night, feel its throbbing hardness on her lips. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock fill her mouth with hot, sticky cum.


Kalyani jerked his jeans down around his knees and grasped his soft ass cheeks. Holding his ass tightly, her long nails digging into the flesh, she began bobbing her head up and down. She moved unhurriedly, taking the head as far into her mouth as she possible could, then slowly releasing it until only the fat head remained inside. Up and down her head moved as her mouth sucked greedily.

Kalyani released his cock and began licking the fat shaft and head the way the women do in sex videos. She'd found the videos one day while cleaning out her husband's cupboard and had watched with fascination as the young women furiously sucked big, hard cocks. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right but she knew she couldn't be doing much wrong by the grunts and groans of approval coming from his mouth.

Shoving the monster cock back into her mouth, Kalyani managed to slip out of the sari she wore, then fumbled with her petticoat until she was completely naked. She was lost in a world of nasty erotic sensations and the notion of being completely naked while the young man used her like his wife, aroused her more than she could have believed possible.

"Oh, fuck, Kalyani Miss!" the student cried out. "Sooooo good!"

Kalyani froze. The whisper-voice was gone and she recognized it immediately. She stood up quickly and backed down the classroom until she was at the door. She fumbled for a moment until she found the switch and flipped it on. The room was suddenly bathed in bright light and she saw the student, jeans down around his knees, hard throbbing cock standing at attention, as he looked at her with terrified eyes.


"Rakesh..." she breathed. "Rakesh Kumar."

She stood at the door with a finger still on the light switch. He was one of the most handsome boys in school, one who could have any girl he wanted. Kalyani couldn't believe her eyes as she stared at him.

"Rakesh, why?" she asked in a soft voice. "Why me? You can have any girl in this school."

He shook his head. "I...I...just...I don't know," he stammered. "You turn me on, Kalyani Miss. I've wanted you since I first came here. And getting you for a teacher this year, sitting in your class and watching you..."

Kalyani walked the short distance to Rakesh, grabbed his face with her hands and backed him against the wall. She mashed her mouth to his and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth. She hooked one foot behind his legs as she devoured his mouth, kissed him with a white-hot fever. As they kissed she worked his shirt off, then released him long enough to help him take off his briefs and jeans.

"You want to fuck me, Rakesh?" she husked. "You want to fuck my cunt with your big dick?"

"Oh, fuck yes!"

She nibbled on his lips. "You want to fill me with your hot cum?"

"Yesssss!" he hissed.

Kalyani took his hand and led him into the far corner where an old table stood. It was big enough to sit on and she settled her sexy ass onto the top. She spread her legs wide and pulled Rakesh between them. The teacher encircled his fat shaft with the long fingers of one hand and cupped his cum-swollen balls with the other.


"You are built very nicely, Rakesh," she cooed in a husky voice.

"That feels so good, Miss."

"Shhhhh," she hushed him as she slowly stroked his throbbing organ. "If you're going to fuck my cunt with your big cock, then you don't need to be so formal. Call me Kalyani."

"Oh, Kalyani...I can't believe this is happening!"

"Fuck me, Rakesh! Fuck my pussy! I need it, baby!"

Kalyani gasped loudly when she felt the massive head of Rakesh's cock spread her pussy lips and sink deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close. He took her face in his hands and kissed her hard, his tongue deep in her mouth while he slowly rocked his hips. She moaned loudly into his mouth as his cock thrust in and out of her sopping wet pussy.

"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck your teacher's horny cunt!"

"Oh, I don't want to stop fucking you!"

"Suck my big tits, Rakesh! I want to watch you suck my nipples!"

Kalyani leaned back a little, placing her hands on the table behind her. She watched through lust-filled eyes as her sexy student took her ripe tits in his hands and began to feast on the hard fat nipples. She whimpered and groaned with pleasure as she watched his handsome face feast on her nipples.


"Bite my nipples, baby! Hurt my nipples!"

Kalyani screamed with pleasure when he complied. Rakesh chewed the fat nubs, sucked on them, and sucked them deep into his mouth. Tiny mewling sounds came from her mouth as she watched her young lover devour her nipples. She held his head in her hands and talked dirty to him, begged him to fuck her hard, pleaded with him to make her nipples hurt. She suddenly realized that for the first time in her life she was acting like a slut and this knowledge stoked the fires of her desire.

"Fuck me like a slut," she hissed.

"Oh yeah," he husked. "You are a slut, aren't you?"

"Yesssss!"

"You like having your cunt filled with a cock, don't you?"

"Oh, fuck yeah!"

"You want my seed in your cunt, don't you?"

"Oh, please..." she husked. "Fill me with your seed."

"I'm not wearing a condom," he cautioned her.

"I don't care. Please, cum in meeeee!"

Kalyani felt strange as she heard herself speak. She had just begged the young boy to come in her pussy, knowing he wasn't protected with a condom. His seed could very well make her pregnant but suddenly she didn't care. She had never been this aroused before and the realization that Rakesh might make a baby in her didn't matter. She just wanted to feel his young, hard cock cum inside of her. She wanted his cum in her pussy, needed his cum in her pussy. Then she completely astonished herself and the words were out before she had time to think.


"I want to have your baby, Rakesh! Please make me a mommy!"

"Oh, baby," he husked. "Yesssss!"

Rakesh began to rock his hips harder, ramming his hard manhood into his teacher's wet, greasy pussy. His hands were filled with her big tits and he squeezed them hard. He pulled and pinched her hard nipples and she screamed with hot desire. Kalyani and Rakesh grunted and moaned as they rocked their hips together; the tempo was hot and erratic as they forcefully slammed into each other.

"I-I think I'm gonna cum!" he hissed.

"Yesssss! Cum in me, Rakesh! Give me your baby seed!"

"I love you, Kalyani!" he cried out.

The sudden declaration of love astounded Kalyani and she dimly wondered if he meant it or was saying he loved her because he was so aroused. It didn't matter because she suddenly understood her own feelings. Right or wrong she knew how she felt, too. What was happening to her went far beyond anything she had ever experienced in her life.

"I love you, too, Rakesh!" she whimpered into his mouth. "Please make me pregnant! I want to have your baby!"


The words were no sooner out of her mouth when he suddenly stiffened and screamed. As the first hot spurt of cum jetted into her pussy, Kalyani dug her nails into his back and cried out with desire. Wave after delicious wave of orgasm rolled over her until she thought she would pass out with pleasure. They held each other tightly, lips touching, eyes open and staring as they rode the crests of orgasm.

Finally, Kalyani and Rakesh collapsed back on the desk, their bodies trembling with the force of their wild, unbridled love making. She stared wild-eyed at the face of her young lover, hardly believing that she was in the cloakroom, naked with this young boy, who had just made the most intense love to her she'd ever experienced. His eyes were closed as he tenderly kissed her nipples.

"I really do love you, Kalyani," he said softly.

"And I really do want to have your baby," she heard herself say.

"What if I didn't make you pregnant?" he asked.

She smiled. "Then we'll just have to keep trying, won't we?" She brushed fingers through his dark hair and added in a soft voice, "From now on, I'm yours, Rakesh. I will do anything you ask of me." And they lived happily ever after, time to send your comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Happy Reading

Yours Lovingly

JJ

Satan Satisfied

A JJ Submission:

Hi, this JJ taking you through the ‘Teacher’s” series well when I venture into a particular segment it goes on for a very long time. The thinking and visualizing keeps going in the same line if readers are aware it all started with the “Lesbian” stories. Well keeping onto the same track this is about a PG mathematics school teacher handling higher classes a divorcee well into her forties 46 to be precise blessed with a son staying with her parents at Bangalore was slowly warming up with a former student.

Sadhana had been teaching for many years with the new international standard school situated in Puzhal a suburb on the out skirts of Chennai in the near proximity of the new jail complex. She on occasion, encounters former students on the street or a restaurant. She was normally pleased and anxious to hear what life had in store for each of her former charges. Many had gone on to college and successful careers and others had gone on to start families. Sadhana was excited to hear how their lives had changed since leaving school and enjoyed being reminded of how she had positive influences in others' lives.

Sadhana ran into one such student on a Sunday evening as she was strolling through local market. Kathir was a bright boy, but had some difficulty with his studies. He was a better than average student, when helped and prodded by his instructors. He was finishing his final year of college with a city Goverment college doing his UG Business Mathametics and was studying for his final exams. He was excited to see his former teacher and talked excitedly about his experiences since leaving the school and about a future career. Alas, his study habits had not improved so much as his outlook and he must finish his exams before moving on. He pleaded with Sadhana for her help in preparing for the exams and wanted some gudiance. Somewhat reluctantly, Sadhana agreed. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Kathir succeed, it was more that she was unsure of herself and her bashfulness resulting from her realization of how good looking he had become. She invited him to join up with her at home in the nearby residential area.

The first few sessions went well and Sadhana noticed a stark improvement in his knowledge and study habits. She barely noticed the sexual tension that was building between them. Still, she was feeling a little uncomfortable and was considering stopping the sessions. She felt her age meant responsibility and he but only a couple years older than her son. In fact, they had briefly been in school at the same time.

As much as Sadhana tried, she could not remove his image from her mind and thoughts of him and his athletic frame entered her mind often during the day. His boyish charm and flirtatious mannerisms were taking a toll on Sadhana's restraints. She was beginning to wonder if he was really interested in her help with study work or had other things in mind. Though their discussions were quite engaging, he seemed to frequently wander off the topic. While in discussion with Kathir were keeping her mind occupied, her id was being stimulated by his natural good looks and his muscular build. Each session came and went and Sadhana could not bring herself to call off the sessions en mass.

One night Sadhana discovered, without realizing it, that they were sitting very closely together on the sofa watching a movie on the television. Chills were running from his leg brushing against her thigh, up the length of her spine and as always she was in her comfortable nighty and in skirt. She slowly turned her head to look at him and her eyes met his square on. She went flush and felt stirrings she had missed for a long time. She hoped her face had not given her away as she began to slide away from him. He moved with her, pressing his face towards Sadhana, as if he were to kiss her. She withdrew, pulling the neck of her front open button down nighty closed and sliding away from him. He looked at her bewildered, thinking he had misread her signals ... moving closer to her on the sofa, Kathir persisted, placing a hand on her thigh.

Though he is not being forceful, Sadhana feels the strength in his grip as he moves closer to her. His eyes are intense and his broad shoulders tower over her. He slides closer, closing off the area to slide across the sofa. Sadhana started feeling pinned with no place to slide as he presses his face to hers; holding her head with is hand. She holds her lips tightly, trying to fend off his advances with her hands, but he is strong and persistent.


Sadhana's mind screams 'no!,' but her body craves touch and caress.

His lips press over hers and his tongue dances over her lips. She is pinned against the sofa, his grip is tight, yet there is a gentleness in the way he holds her.

Sadhana's heart pounds in her chest and her breathing becomes more rapid as he forces his tongue in the void between her lips. Her mind races and she become vaguely aware of his manhood pressing against her thigh. Sadhana's body stirs and she quivers under the caress of his hands and she relaxes, kissing him back. Her hands pull his head to her face and she begins kissing him passionately. His breathing is rapid and his heart is pounding in his chest.

Sadhana, emboldened by lust, finds the buttons of his shirt and she begins working each button loose, stripping away his shirt away, running her hands over his chest, small black body hair slipping between fingers tips. Lust has taken over Sadhana and her body rises to his, her juicy necter regions pressing against his thigh.

He leans down to her and he kisses her again, the skin of his bare legs warm against the inside of her thighs. Sadhana's in-skirt is hiked up and she could feel the warmth of his skin radiating, through her panties, onto her swollen lips. She grasps his head and pulls his face against her neck, guiding him to kiss the soft, sensitive skins at the base of her neck. His kisses burned, sending shivers through her body with each sensual contact. Sadhana's nipples are swollen and protruding through the silky material of her nighty. She could feel his skin sliding over the material of her night wear, sending electric shocks from her breasts to the nub hidden beneath the velvet folds of her pussy lips.

His hands move down over her body, slipping beneath the tail of her nightty. His fingers sliding smoothly on her skin as he glides his head down to kiss at the top of her cleavage. Moisture builds between her legs as his warm lips press over her skin and she quivers and squirms under his touch. His fingers slip into the opening of her nighty and he fumbles with her bra; finally he releases the clasp & in a single stroke her nighty is being removed over her head leaving her with the in-skirt and panties alone. When the fabric leaves her heavenly body and falls away exposing her throbbing breasts.

His hands moving over her skin, taking her breath away when his fingers touch her nipples, moving in tiny circles. Sadhana's heart races, her body rising and falling, desire driving her moistened pussy lips against his thigh. The rippling muscles of his legs against the soft skin of her inner thigh and his warm skin pressing between the folds of her pussy.




His hands move upon her breasts, his fingers grasping each nipple, rolling them as she squirms beneath him. Both jump when the books fall from the sofa to the floor; Sadhana and Kathir look at one another, fear in their eyes, then they break into laughter. A moment of respite, then he stands up before her, and she watches as he slips out of his shirt. His stomach is flat and rippled, a small tuft of body hair stands between his pectorals and another tuft below his navel disappears in his shorts.

He slips from his shoes, and then his hand reaches for the waist of his jean shorts. A bulge protruding just below his belt line.

His fingers thread the belt back through the buckle and then clumsily unsnap the button on the front of his shorts. Sadhana stares, surprised, but hungry as he lets his shorts slide to the floor. His under garment tight, concealing all but the lump protruding in the front of him.

Sadhana licks her lips as he slips his thumbs beneath the waist band of his under garment. His engorged manhood gives him trouble as he slips the fabric down over his hips. It bobs up and down when it becomes free. Its swollen bulk pointing towards Sadhana, his full balls hanging loosely beneath.

Sadhana sits frozen on the sofa, anticipating his next move. He swoops down upon Sadhana his bare chest presses against her full breasts. His warm skin and curly chest hairs slipping over erect nipples, sending a rush of tingles from her glowing nubs to the damp part in her legs.


Kathir pushes Sadhana back against the sofa and slides his hips between her bare thighs. His strong grip forcing her into submission in a caring and gentle way. His lips descend upon Sadhana again and his movement hike her in-skirt above her hips. Sadhana's body is quivering, shaking almost uncontrollably, with a mix of fear and desire.

"Stop, we must stop," Sadhana utters half heartedly.

The girth of his shaft presses against her, between her legs. Her body rises, grinding herself against his hardness. She can no more stop this, nor she can stop the burning desires she feels. Sadhana's judgment is eclipsed by the desire she feels.

His hardness slips against the dampened, thin material of her lacy panties providing her only a sliver of modesty. Her tiny nub protruding and sending electric shocks with each of his strokes, sending tingles from between her folds to her jutting nipples.

His hardness strains at her panties and Sadhana fears they will break ... she fears and desires they break.

His chest is rubbing against her breasts and his hands are supporting her from below. His lips and tongue caress Sadhana's mouth. His hands cup her lavish buns, and his fingers tease at her rose; sending chills and quivers through her body.

Sadhana can no longer control herself and reaches down to take his girth in her hand. Her fingers are not long enough to surround the whole shaft. She guides the head through the leg of her soaked panties, placing him at the opening between her cunt lips.


Sadhana feels herself stretch as his girth opens her wider, its massive head piercing her lips. Her body rocks with his motions, directing his massive head to exactly the right spots. The force of the movement tears at her panties until they finally give way. Their disappearance frees his full size to enter her.

Sadhana grasp the cheeks of his ass and uncharacteristically cry our as his hard shaft pierces her middle. Her body rising and falling with each stroke, and his jewels swinging with is strokes, striking Sadhana's ass. The sounds of damp skin contacting and the musky scent of sex fills the air.

Sadhana, forced to fully surrender, and submitting to his animal lust, finds herself quivering and pressure building in the pit of her stomach. Normally very reserved, Sadhana is surprised when she hears the sound of herself crying out, fully engulfed in climax. Nectar gushes from her pussy and coating her student's shaft. Her soul is filled with joy as he empties himself into her hungry gash.

Kathir collapses on top of her, both struggling for breath. Soaked and satiated they lie together for a long minute on the sofa before she can gather herself enough once again cover. She is a shy and modest woman after all. That's all folks hope you enjoyed the journey to its fullest & nearing to let the body liquid flow out of you visualizing the scene in your minds eye. As always its time for feed backs & honest comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

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JJ

The Evil Princess

A big hi to all the readers, this is your one and only JJ to entertain you in the most exotic possible way through the story below. Anything that is forbidden gives more thrill to us and we want to always explore the unexplored, a very good example of this is the tasting the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden by Eve.

Through Brinda’s sexual needs were taken care of by her husband the quench for variety kept her on the prowl for well endowed performers who would last for hours on the bed. This only goes to show her love for being bedded not just by anyone but, by strong men who can match her raging sexual urges. Jalal worked as a Office Manager in the concern that Brinda’s husband had natured for two years in the field of Home Loans, having their office in the Marina Towers on Santhome High Road Chennai. Discreet encounter was well planned & a booking was made in the name of Jalal at GRT.

Then came the day and the hour Brinda couldn't believe how excited she was at that moment. She was standing half naked in a hotel room with a man's head between her thighs. Her position was one she was not accustomed to...standing with her legs apart and her hands clasped behind her back.


Moments earlier Jalal placed her in this position and told her to stay this way. She liked the feeling of him taking control of her passion. She had her head stretched back as she took in the feel of his mouth on her pussy. He was still teasing her through her lace panties and she was getting wetter by the second.

Jalal brought his hands around to cup the globes of her ass as he pressed his mouth into her mound. He took in the smell of her arousal and as he inhaled he grew an inch harder. He had this sexy vibrant woman who he was going to make love to all day. As he squeezed her cheeks he bit down gently through the fabric onto her clit and she jumped.

"Oh my!" Brinda exclaimed, when she felt the intensity of his teeth nibbling on her. She tried to pull away but she was held in place by his hands on her ass. She was so turned on by his hands massaging her and pressing her close to his mouth that she moaned deep in the back of her throat.


Jalal lifted his mouth and looked up to her. What he saw took his breath away...a beautiful passionate woman with her breasts out, nipples hard and head thrown back. He took in her flushed cheeks and neck. She was panting slightly. He knew he had to have her soon.

Brinda felt his eyes on her. She opened hers and tilted her head down to look at him. Their eyes locked; hers were glazed over with passion, his were hot with lust. He stood up slowly until they were face to face.

The kiss they shared at that moment was a marked progression from the one earlier. He wrapped his arms around her and gathered her hands in his, bringing them down to her waist. Their fingers intertwined as the kiss deepened. She felt him holding her hands while rubbing his thumbs methodically into her palms. She melted against him, pressing her hard nipples into his chest. His hands left hers to move around to her back and embrace her fully.

Jalal wrapped his hands once again around her waist and gathered her directly against his hard chest. She, in turn, brought her hands up around his neck, playing with his hair as his tongue danced with hers. Their hips were pressed so close now and Brinda felt the hard length of his cock press between her thighs. As his tongue moved in and around her mouth, he moved his hands up and down her back and ass.


They were still slightly swaying to the sensual music playing in the hotel suite. The sounds of the music coupled with the smell of Brinda’s perfume heightened their senses.

He broke apart their kiss and reached for her hand. He growled into her ear, "Baby, I want more of you...come."

She gave him her hand and at that moment she would have let her lead him anywhere. They walked the 10 feet to the king sized four-poster bed in the GRT. It had a fluffy white down comforter and pillows that felt like clouds. He sat on the edge of the bed and maneuvered her aching body until she was standing between his legs.

He hooked his fingers under the edge of her panties and slowly brought them down to her ankles to step out of, which she did. He then unclasped and removed her bra and as she stood there watching his eyes dilate, he brought his hands to her breasts and lifted them up and together to his mouth.


Brinda barely heard him whisper, "beautiful," as he fastened his lips over her left nipple. The pressure of his mouth sucking on her almost made her knees buckle. His hands gently squeezed both breasts as she felt his hot breath and wet mouth on her.

"Ooooh," she moaned as she put her hands in his hair. She felt him remove his mouth, only to reattach it to her right breast. The left was quickly replaced by his fingers, gently plucking her erect nipple like he was fine tuning an instrument.

"Please Jalal, please, I really need you. I'm aching," she begged him. He released both her breasts and pressed her down onto the bed. Then he stood up and removed his own clothes swiftly, lifting himself above her after he did so.

"Is this what you need baby?" he said as he pressed 2 fingers quickly inside of her pussy. Her hips bucked into his fingers as she felt him spread her knees wide with his other hand. He leaned over her, pressing his rock hard cock against her side as he licked her neck and moved his fingers in and out of her wet clutching hole. He then whispered in her ear, "I know what you need. You need to be well fucked. You need me to take you to heights you have never been. Don't you?" he said, emphasizing his words with a hard thrust of both his hips against her side as well as moving his fingers deeper inside of her.


"Oooooh." Her moan was involuntary, her muscles squeezing around his fingers. Brinda didn't know if it was that or the hot feeling of his words and breath in her ear but she was close to climaxing already. "Please, please..." She was pleading with him for the ultimate pleasure.

Jalal shifted his body, removing his fingers. They were glistening wet from her juices. He placed them on her wet warm mouth and ran them over her sensual trembling lips. He then leaned in to kiss her and to taste them.

Immediately afterward, he got up for a minute to reach for the condom he had brought with him to the bedroom. She helped him place it on his penis, which resembled more of a spear at this point.

Then Jalal's mouth returned to hers tightly as he moved directly over her, guiding his cock to her entrance. Her legs widened immediately as she felt him positioning his penis. She was ready to receive him inside her body. As he pressed forward, taking her inch by inch, they both moved in unison. Her tight warmth surrounded him.

The feel of his cock penetrating her fully was taking them both over the edge. "Yesssss, please Jalal fuck me, ooooh," she exclaimed.

He replied without words, pushing his hips full against her, their hips meeting. He rested for a brief moment and let her adjust to him. He then slid his hands under her ass and started with a rhythm not unlike their earlier dancing to the soft music FM. They moved together and pulled apart, his cock all but removed except for the tip. As he then pressed again fully to the hilt,


Brinda pulled her knees up to her waist giving him deeper access. This spurred him on to fuck her wildly and with abandon. Their mating became primal and felt like it went on forever but was more like minutes in reality. They moved faster and faster, both of them panting and moaning. He was holding back his own orgasm, wanting to bring her pleasure first. He could tell she was going to come because her pussy was contracting in little gasps around him... He pressed deep and hard as he held her ass in a vise grip, bringing her over the edge. He lifted his head from her mouth, wanting to see her in the throws of her orgasm.

"Come for me Brinda...let go now," he said to her commandingly, knowing she was right there. She felt herself tipping over and couldn't have stopped for the world. His last push inside her made her see stars. She went hot and cold at the same time. It was so intense that no sound came out of her mouth. She came and shuddered silently as he watched her. That was all it took for Jalal. He thrust one more time in and out of her pulsating pussy to let go of his powerful orgasm and he bucked and said her name softly as he came.

They lay together, bodies overlapping, not knowing where one began and the other ended. They were both tingling with the sensations of fulfillment. It was too early to speak of anything. They just enjoyed the moment together, resting and recovering, each of them smiles on their face. They went on to make love a couple of times, but that’s another story folks. Comments to seekcompany@gmail.com
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JJ

Sexual Ecclesiastical

Welcome back dear readers, a late submission due to tight work schedule have kept me away from you. Never mind I shall treat you with a real hot and short story, in Tamil Nadu cine actress have been worshiped and temples were built with them as deity. To quote Kushboo was adored by her fans and a temple was built for her, this news might be disgusting for many of you but then it’s the truth. The narration below is on the same lines of worshiping the woman as a sex Goddess & the place where it happens automatically becomes a temple.

Far away from the hustle bustle of Chennai city is Mogalivakkam a residential paradise on the way to Porur, nestled among a mangrove is a small single storey building decorated by the most expensive marble and a open kitchen. In the master bedroom she sits alone in the room. All the curtains are drawn, and no lights are on. There is music in the background, something shady, dark and cool. She wears a long tee shirt.

His favorite.



She is alone in her thoughts, though all at once something pulls her from them. He is here, in the room with her. She knows this by his smell, by the way her body tingles.

Without a word, he moves up behind her. Pressing his lips to her neck as his hands find and hold the weight of her breasts. The sensation of his lips on her neck wakes every nerve in her body. She turns to face him and slowly she starts to kiss his face, his neck, and his chest as she unbuttons his shirt. Her hands, body tremble with desire. Lower she moves down his body until she is on her knees. With their eyes locked, she slowly, gently undoes his pants and lowers them until his cock is free.

Still without a word she lifts each leg and removes the shoes, socks and pant legs, first one, then the other. Starting at his feet, she kisses and licks each toe, moving up his legs to knees and further still until her cheek gently touches his member. Teasingly she rubs her face against him, and then very slowly caresses him with her tongue. She bends down just enough to take his balls in her mouth.




As she reaches his nipple, she moves around to the back of his body and begins licking and sucking his neck, shoulders, down his spine and across his hips. He shudders with anticipation as she suckles the cheeks of his ass, he flexes even though he is trying to remain still. He doesn’t like her to know how much she turns him on. From behind him she slides her tongue once, twice, into his crack and as he flexes for the third time she quickly pulls out and suckles his balls again. Her hands wrap around his dick as she sucks and squirms underneath him. Gripping tighter and tighter she moves to her own rhythm and he understands that this part of the dance turns her on as much as him. He will not be surprised to see drops of her juices on the floor under her.

His heart starts beating faster and he hears the only the sounds of himself in his ears. Quickly, because his desire is mounting he steps back and shoves her to the floor. Slowly removing the T shirt she is wearing, he bends until his mouth covers hers, at first she is surprised, then as he moves his lips to her breast, she succumbs to her own desires. Arching her back to meet his body’s every curve she moans quietly as his hands find her pussy, hot, her clit stiff with excitement. Quickly he moves down her belly, tonguing and kissing every inch of her body. Without slowing his pace, he thrusts her legs open and buries his face in her. Knowing exactly how she likes it, slow and teasing, gentle and long, he eats her. At first she feels the heat in her legs then all at once the sensation slams her pussy and she is writhing in desire. Uncontrollably she fucks his face, faster and faster and he slowly, maddeningly caresses her opening. Please, now, she begs, moaning and bucking, now, do me now, trading his fingers for his face, he raises up and with out stopping the maddening rubbing he enters her, hard, fast, deep. Very deep. She raises her legs high and wide to accept all of him, and spreads herself open with her own hands so that she can feel his hands working her clit, wet and hot as hell.

Harder and harder he slams into her, she stops moaning and starts uttering uncomprehendable words, He is unaware of everything except how he feels inside of her. He fights to maintain control, but she is too tight, too hot, and a low moan escapes him as he cums deep within her.



He lies on top of her, spent and satisfied. She lights a cigarette and places it between his lips as he rolls over on to his side.

Not once has he said a word.

As she watches him smoke in the dark, she sees the strength of his hands outlined in the red embers of the cigarette. She touches them, kisses them, and takes them into her mouth, finger by finger, loving each equally.

Tasting herself on him, she feels herself start to heat up again. She moves from his hands to his arms, down and across his chest. He is ready for her. Their desire for each other has been growing; both understood that neither would be satiated quickly.



She is surprised and pleased to see that her desires are matched by his, and for the first time she wraps her mouth fully around him, taking him as deep into her throat as she did her pussy.



This one is just for him she thinks, as she sucks hard and deep. He places his hand in her hair, but does not push her further down. He knows she will take him as deeply as she can. He tells her to move to the side so that he can see her, and as she does, he reaches again for her pussy, still wet, still hot. Lying on her side, still sucking hard, he takes her hands and places them on herself. Play with it, he says, his first words of the night raspy with sex. She does as he tells her, his eyes never leaving her hands. The more stimulated she makes herself, the quicker she moves her mouth on him, licking, sucking, tasting down the sides and taking his balls in her mouth, she starts groaning in excitement.



The sound has left his ears again, and all at once she stands, I’m sorry, she says, I can’t take it, I want you in me, as she places him in her ass. He is surprised and overcome by the tightness, she is moaning and riding him again in her own rhythm. Harder she starts gyrating back and forth, wrapping her legs around him so that she can pull him in even tighter. The pace quickens again and she moves away only long enough to place him back in her vagina. Again wrapping her legs around him, she licks and kisses his face and neck, moaning she rolls her head and lets her hair fall across her back. He kisses her throat, bites her ear, and this time there is no control. He can’t believe this feeling, as his fingers work her back and his breathing quickens pace. He can’t hold back, and cums as he moans loud and long. Her kisses still sweeping his face. Showering him with all she feels the worshping cermony come to an end & both them knew it was a temperory one and miles to go before their enerigies are drained out compeletly. Feedback time folks as always to seekcompany@gmail.com



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JJ

Company Affairs

Company Affairs:



Welcome to one and all of my dear readers, this is your one and only JJ here to entertain you in the most erotic way. Many a times we have the difficult period in our lives when we have been asked to report to women. I really don't know how each of you will feel in such a circumstance, but believe me I enjoy myself to the core. Shanthi 46 years of age stands tall at 5.9 inches with a divine body that a catholic priest will adore in public. Wine is best when it's aged and matured and so is women, in their early and mid 40's women are virtully in their second innings.

Below is a narration of events where the divine body of Shanthi is being worshiped by her subordinate Srikanth who is fit enough to be her son at 23 years of age. Both of them work in the field of HR for a company called Microland at Bangalore and had come to Chennai to interview candidates they planned to be here on a Friday therefore their inner motives are satisfied, the meeting with the candidates were over by 6 pm agreeing to meet by 8pm at the Pasha club both went back to their respective rooms in The Park.

They had been on the floor at the Pasha Club for almost an hour - both on business trips from the cool cool Bangalore city Shanthi in a long sleeveless cotton midi with a deep cleavege, both of their bodies glistening under the lights on the small crowded dance floor. This joint was well known for party drugs like MDMA (Ecstasy), GHB, Rohypnol, ketamine, methamphetamine, and LSD are some of the club or party drugs.The band was playing old time rock & roll. Srikanth could hardly move for watching her. Beads of sweat traced the outline of her breasts, which were neatly pushed up by a lacy black bra visible at the lip of her low cut dress. Even when Shanthi turned away from him the sway of her ass gave him no relief. Srikanth was getting hotter and hotter, and his cock began to stiffen in his scant cotton pants.


Then, to his horror... a slow song. Shanthi didn't hesitate to move to Srikanth and put her arms around his neck. His hands fell to the small of her back. Her breasts against his chest and the feel of her breath on his neck broke the last of his resistance to arousal and his cock stood rock hard. Thankfully, they weren't touching below, so Srikanth had not been discovered. This temporary safety ended abruptly when Shanthi changed positions and her hip came to rest on his engorged member.

"Oh!" Shanthi softly exclaimed in is ear. "That's nice..."

And instead of backing off which Srikanth had hoped for, Shanthi pulled in tighter and let the motion of her thigh rub his swollen crotch with every sway. Her body was pushing and grinding against his cock, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body. Srikanth let out a spontaneous moan, which was answered by a hot, wet mouth on his ear. Shanthi inched him hopelessly close to a climax and then decided she was now too hot to go on with the dance.

"Let's go.", Shanthi said, leading him off the floor. "My turn."

She led him, weak kneed to the elevator and whisked him up to her room. Shanthi guided him onto his back on the bed and tore at the belt and zipper of his pants. Too weak to do anything but cooperate, Srikanth lifted his butt off the bed as she pulled his pants and underwear off in one motion. His cock was still partially erect, but that wouldn't do for her just now. So, Shanthi began to run her tongue up and down his shaft. She licked his g spot occasionally slipping him into her mouth and running him to the back of her throat. Srikanth's erection quickly returned to full strength, but an orgasm for him was now well off. Now was her chance.


Shanthi removed her dress and black lace panties, the latter of which were soaking wet from the evening's activities so far. Shanthi needed his cock too badly; there would be no more finesse. She straddled Srikanth, raised him up to meet her engorged, and dripping opening, and plunged him in. Shanthi rocked gently but firmly down on him, taking him as deeply as she could with each motion.

At first he watched the show as if it were happening to somebody else. Then, her creamy walls began to do their work on Srikanth and his orgasm began its early stages. He thought he might be able to cum with her.

"Wait!" he moaned. The scent of her pussy, the creamy strokes, and the sight of her were getting him closer and closer. Then, it was too late. Shanthi clamped down on him tightly, her vagina grabbing and releasing in an orgasm that was spectacular to watch. It nearly got him over. He tried pushing while she came, but he only got to the edge.

Now, satisfied, Shanthi rolled off of him, rolled again, and wound up on her stomach on the other side of the bed. Srikanth looked down at himself, dripping wet, rock hard, his head purple and swollen, a drop of pre cum at his opening. He gave himself a little stroke, her juices providing the lubrication. He looked over at her, lying on her stomach, face turned away from him. His eyes traced her form down to her ass...the same ass that had started everything earlier in the evening. He thought about beating off, even to the point of getting the complimentary hand cream off of the night stand and slathering himself with it. But Srikanth couldn't get his eyes off of her ass. And after a couple of strokes with the hand cream, he decided on a better way to satisfy himself.


Srikanth rose and crawled over and straddled Shanthi's legs. She started to speak but he quieted her with 'Shhh...trust me." Without reply Srikanth looked down at her and gently pulled her cheeks apart to reveal the most beautiful little pink ass he'd ever seen. He rose up onto his knees and ran the head of his cock between her soft cheeks.

"Honey?" There was a little concern in Shanthi's voice now. His head reached her opening and he gently prodded his head about half way in. "I'm not sure I'm ready..."

With his head in this position, and keeping his weight on his knees and hands, he stretched out the length of her body and gently, but firmly grabbed her arms so that Shanthi couldn't move.

"Honey, I don't know...." But this time it was too late for her. Her mild protest was met with his loving, but firm grip on her arms and there was no escape for her. His cock, layered with thick hand cream, pierced her and sunk deep inside. He had never felt anything so tight, so satisfying. His head lit on fire, then his shaft. Srikanth had wanted to be gentle, but he could not help pumping harder and harder until his torso was slapping her ass with each stroke. He was a wild animal, taking her in the most brutal way. Taking her against her will for his own gratification.


Then, it hit Srikanth. All at once, a blinding orgasm came from everywhere, his cock, his head, his feet. Nothing had ever been so satisfying. He pumped several times and came to a rest on her back, fully inserted, breathing with all his might.

Then, he released Shanthi's arms, and kissed her on the cheek. He pulled back her hair to reveal a sly smile on her face. As had been the case all night, he had gotten his way, and in the process, she got hers. They both went on to have the longest fucking session which auspiously started this day & the end was never in sight and went a long long way in getting their lusty desires fillfulled. Comments please to seekcompany@gmail.com

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JJ

Oneness

Oneness:
The title above speaks of the quality of being one as opposed to many. Leaving behind age color creed the two individuals become one in search of the ultimate pleasure by way of making love.

Author



Welcome back dear readers, yet another mature woman fucking saga which happened precisely three years. It was a product launch cocktail party at The Fishermen’s Cove along the ECR at Kovalam. The party was organized on the beach front with beach volleyball etc etc…but who needs all this crap by 1830 hours the bottles were opened. From there on there was no stopping & gender bias, company considers both sex as equal it was proved with women gulping down taking on their counterparts.

As Latha car head a problem she squeezed into the back seat next to me, I saw her for the first time in a different light. She normally wore her long jet black hair in a ponytail but tonight it was straight and hung down almost to her ass. Speaking of her ass, Latha had a pretty decent one for her 46 year old body. It was averge, but looked firm, and would outline a tight pair of pants fairly well. As all of us went straight from office to Fishcove ladies brought their evening dress and refreshed in the office and left straight to the hotel, Latha was wearing a midi with a split on the rear. Her dress came down to her knees, which meant her smooth bare legs were shown off nicely.

However, the most ravishing feature of my older manager was Latha’s chest. Normal work attire may have hinted at her proportions and sometimes even showed a hard nipple, but this cocktail dress displayed the most magnificent cleavage I have ever seen. Her big tits looked like grapefruits, aching to be pushed up completely out of her dress. My eyes traced the valley between those fat globes and I was struggling to look away. Latha also smelled fantastic and it was all I could not to get a hard on as we rode along from Nungambakkam to Kovalam, her leg and body pressed against me in the backseat.




Despite my mere early 30’s, I had been at one or two social work outings with Latha and she definitely liked to unwind and enjoy her beverages. Never married, it was rumored in the office that maybe she preferred a juicy pussy to a fat cock, but I always thought from the way she acted and the things she said that she was not only interested in dick, but desperate to be stuffed and stuffed well.


Well we got there to Kovalam Fish cove, and things got under way, all the staff’s hit the dance floor while the loners like me hung around the table. I noticed Latha at the bar table awaiting drink number who knows, and I decided it was time for a refill myself so I joined her at the liquor counter. We bullshitted for a bit about work, about my ex, and I could tell Latha was definitely feeling no pain at this point. Latha became very touchy feely, hitting my arm or shoulder as she spoke, giggling at my jokes, and blatantly NOT covering up her massive cleavage that was so abundant I heard some of the elderly staff commenting on it.

Latha headed for the bathroom, and as she did so I watched her body from behind, her big ass and hips swaying, and her hair bouncing around. Though I never found her overly attractive at work, I found myself obsessed with her mature sexy body tonight. I went back to my seat and sipped my beer, but seconds later I felt a hand grab my own and drag me out of my chair. Latha was very bubbly and energetic and dragged me onto the dance floor. My eyes were locked onto her huge rack, hoping that her tits would just pop out for me to see, and as I refocused, I could swear Latha saw me staring. She took my hands and placed them on her own waist, something that a manager and employee probably shouldn't be doing, especially in front of coworkers. We danced for a few more minutes until Latha wanted to go out for a cigarette. I went back toward my table as I am not a smoker, but my boss took my hand and led me towards non illuminated of the beach with her.


We went to the side where it was pitch dark where Latha lit up cigarette and we just chatted for a few minutes which was fine with me because we got so sweaty in the dance floor that I wanted to get away from the crowd. We sat on the sand in one of the up end private beach and I watched hesitantly as her dress rode up her legs as she sat. I traced her smooth legs up to her thighs and tried to imagine what was just beyond that thin black material. I scanned the rest of Latha's body, my eyes falling yet again on her set of tits, and I could tell her nipples were rock hard. Before I could even snap out of my daze this time, Latha took my hand and placed it on her knee. Our eyes locked, and I was scared to death as this was a woman 2 levels higher ranking than me. Her hand led mine slowly up her thigh and toward her crotch, at which point I began to grow somewhat confident and I started rubbing her thigh myself, back and forth, loving the feel of her silky smooth skin. I did this for a long while, not sure how far I could take this, until Latha grabbed my hand and shoved it right into her crotch.

My cock which had been slowly rising this whole time, and had been hard most of the night, was now tenting out my pants at my crotch. Latha was not wearing underwear, and my hand was rubbing her wet bush directly. It felt so warm, like there was heat coming out of her cunt, and I slid a finger into her warmth, letting it sit there for a moment as we both exhaled sharply. I started to really get into it, adding a second finger to the mix and fucking in and out of her now slimy pussy. I could feel that she had a good amount of hair on her pussy, which turned me on even more. I was loving the idea of this older woman horny as hell and most likely desperate to be fucked hard by a young guy like me. My fingers were sopping wet as I played around in her snatch, and I almost came right there when Latha pulled out my fingers and sucked them dry right in front of me.

I wanted to just lay my boss down on the beach sand and fuck her until we both passed out but we obviously had to collect ourselves and go back to the party area. We went back, and I expected we would return to our table but Latha had other ideas, she explained I would be sharing a cab with her since we live near each other several miles away. I was more than ok with this and as we headed out I asked her what she had in mind. Latha told me not to worry about it as she boarded a cab, and we somehow managed to remain composed as we waited for the cab. If you looked closely at the two of us, you would see we were practically jumping each other's bones with our eyes. I stared at her giant tits and her hot legs and she eyed my broad shoulders and chest and my bulging crotch. Then the cab came.


I had no idea where we were going but it was Friday night and I didn't much care where we went, especially since our hands roamed each other's bodies and our tongues met for the first time in the backseat of this cab. Latha’s breath smelled fresh like mint gum, and I massaged her tongue with my own and she rubbed my cock through my pants. My hands of course went right to her fat tits, squeezing them through her dress, and playing with her hard nipples. It turns out that 40 minutes later we were back at my office, to which I gave Latha a curious look. She gave me a sexy smile...

Everybody had left for the night but the building remains open all the time as long as you scan your id card. Latha led me down the hall and into her office, where I had never been before, and she closed the door behind her. Before I could hear the click of the door shutting, Latha had sat on her desk with her legs spread open invitingly, and she wiggled her finger for me to approach. Having gotten much more used to my hookup with my boss by now, I took control and held her legs apart as I got to see her hairy cunt for the first time. Her dark bush ran wild, and led almost up to her belly button area. I attributed this to her typical South Indian heritage which turned me on so much.

Even with all the hair I could see how wet and excited she was and I slipped my finger back inside her. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying my actions when I decided I had to taste this sexy older woman's slimy pussy. I knelt down in between her thighs and stuck my tongue out, making sure to barely trace the folds of her pussy lips. Then I moved away and licked her inner thighs one at a time before returning to her waiting cunt. I got in close and started blowing on it, and again barely letting my tongue lick her lips. This was driving Latha nuts, to the point where I could almost sense her yearning, and I chose that moment to bury my face in her cunt. I showed no abandon, lapping at her fur-lined twat, slipping two fingers inside her as I sucked on her clit, and eventually sticking my tongue inside her, tasting her sweet girl cream. Latha's legs were quivering and I could tell she was in heaven.


My thick cock was painfully pressing into my pants, and I undid my belt and unzipped them, at which point Latha took over and slid them down my legs, leaving me in just my underwear. My briefs were ready to burst and there was a small amount of precum that had drooled out onto the front of them. Latha gripped my cock through the underwear, massaging it and playing with my heavy balls until I thought I would explode right then. Latha sensed it too and stopped, standing up from her desk and turning her back to me. She told me to unzip her dress, which I did, watching her dress slip to the floor. Latha stood before me in only a black silky bra and nothing else. I unhooked and removed her bra, and grabbed her large globes from behind and held them in my hands. At 46 years old, they definitely did sag when I let them go but they were still pretty firm. As I played with her titties from behind, my steel hard cock was nestled between Latha's ass cheeks. My precum was oozing out of my cockhead and getting he fat ass all sticky.

The sexual intensity and tension had become so great and neither of us could take it anymore. Latha spun around and laid down on her desk, legs spread wide to show off her bushy cunt. My penis dangled in front of her, almost drawn to her waiting hole. Her eyes told the whole story; she wanted my cock to fill her up NOW! I grabbed her smooth legs and held them apart as I inched forward, my throbbing hard cock twitching as I reached her messy soaked pussy. I stopped just before entering Latha's mature body, once more making her beg for my thick young tool to plow her horny slit.

Latha responded to my tease by literally grabbing my pole and pulling it to her cunt, forcing my cockhead to slip inside of her body. The feeling was electric, as Latha's pussy was tight despite her maturity (she claimed later that she hadn't fucked in a few years). I lunged forward burying the rest of my thick rod into my manager's eager snatch, and left it buried deep as Latha got used to my girth. Her face grimaced with a mixture of pain and pleasure and pure lust, which we both felt at this moment.


As we got into a rhythm I began to really fuck harder and harder into Latha, slamming her sexy body against the desk over and over. Papers went flying, and I think some other stuff crashed to the floor but neither of us cared so I continued to bang Latha in her office, my full heavy balls smacking up against her ass. The sound and smell of our sex was so powerful, and I was seconds away from pumping the biggest load of my life into my manager's 46 year old sopping wet pussy.

I quickened my rhythm so I could give Latha a few more really intense thrusts before I came. Her giant breasts were heaving and sweaty, and I grabbed for them with my hand as I plowed into her. I massaged her tits, one at a time, and that was enough to put me over the edge. I announced I was going to cum, and as I got set to pull out and erupt, Latha put her hand on my ass and pulled me forward, forcing my big cock to stay inside her as I exploded in a huge orgasm. I pumped my dick in Latha's twat, spurting glob after glob of hot, milky cum up into her womb. I watched as my jizz oozed out of her along with her own juices, soaking my cock and her desk and anything else around. As my cum subsided, I kept my slowly softening cock inside of my boss' steaming, hairy pussy as we both smiled at each other and admired our sweat-soaked cum covered naked bodies.

Well, they fucked happily ever after, comments time folks to seekcompany@gmail.com

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Yours Lovingly

JJ