Confessions of cuckold couple

Ours was a love marriage. Ever since I was a child, I thought of myself as really special. A loved and
pampered girl, I was the only child. I never had many friends as I could not stand lame jokes or gossiping.
When I was young, I spent most of my time in the studies hoping to make it big in life. But once I got a
job in the corporate finance, I got settled. I was never interested much in guys. In the college, I saw most
of my friends dating many boyfriends. But I hardly liked any. College was full of fuckboys wanting
nothing but just plain sex. I wanted more. I was more of a romantic kind. But when I got out of college, I
realised what I missed out. In college it was so easy to receive compliments and some flirting. Outside,
nobody gave a damn. So when I got into worklife, I worked on my dressing, I worked on my hairstyle.
And it clicked. People in my office began to notice me. And there in an office party, I first met the sales
guy, Prakash. He was tall, dark eyed and casual hair. He was wearing the formals and they suited him
well. I wanted to talk but was feeling shy. He approached me first. He was funny. He cracked a joke or
two and I was flattered. His words were magic. He offered me a drink and I couldn’t say no to him. He
was smart and made me laugh every five seconds. I was instantly taken. After a while I wanted to see if I
am also making the same impression on him. So I asked him if he can excuse me for a while. He didn’t
mind. I straight went to the loo and saw myself in the mirror. I was looking smoking hot. I was sure I am
not the only one blown away tonight. Just as I turned back, I saw him. He was right behind me. Before
any of the two of us could say a word, we kissed. I was a helllova kiss. He was literally chewing my lips
off. I was on my toes too. I pulled him inside the loo and shut the door behind me. He was licking my lips
with his tongue and soon he began to lick my neck. Goddd, that was not easy to take. I began to moan
and he kissed me harder. His hands moved to my curves and I lowered the dress from my shoulder. He
gave me a bite. Fuck! I shouted in pain mixed with pleasure. His hands reached for inside of my dress but
I don’t know what occurred to me. Maybe I was frightened. I stopped him. He took it well. He looked me
into the eyes and we kissed again. I loved that he gave me time to get comfortable and stopped right
when I stopped him. This impressed me even more. I opened the door, looked back at him and asked
him if he has got a bike or a car. He instantly followed me. We went to the parking and there is was, his
car. He opened the door for me but I chose to sit on the backseat. I wanted him to focus on the driving.
Wild love can be dangerous. Specially on the road. I sat on the backseat. When he sat on the drivers seat
he turned back and asked, “Where to?” “Your home.” He was thrilled. He put the car in top gear and
drove it like a propeller hit for space. I could see his erection in his pants from where I was sitting. He
was blabbering on all the way home. I noticed that his eyes were constantly on the mirror. I took my top
for a bit and let him have a first look at my boobs. “You’re are such a bitch” he shouted at the top of his
voice. I liked it. I have always been a bitch, just never had a chance to showcase. “Your curves are like a
river of honey”. His hand went down on his pants and I stopped him immediately. He knew what I was
up to. “No shortcut”. When we finally reached his apartment, he opened the door. His roommate was
inside. He was wearing just boxers. Prakash got a little embarrassed. He introduced me to Jackie and I
shook hands with him. Jackie was not shy even for a bit. He stood topless for a while and then winked at
Prakash as he took up keys from the drawer and got out of the house. “Smart guy” I wondered. The two
must be having a pact and it told me something about Prakash. He is a fuck boy too. But one, I liked. He
took me to his room and began to show me his awards. I was too horny to look at his shit or listen to any
nonsense. “Fuck me” I said to him. He immediately pushed me to the wall and we began to kiss again. It
was wilder this time. His hands were locking my hands on the wall and his lips were stroking my chin. He
began licking my neck once again and I felt nothing could stop me now. I held his hair tight and pushed
him down to my breasts. He was so wild that he didn’t even undress me. Instead he tore off my top. I
was standing in his room in his apartment in my red brassiere. He brought his hands upon my boobs and
began to squeeze them. oooohh! How I longed for this. I began to moan. His hands were tight and firm.
He was not just grabbing them; rather, he was playing with them. After a while I pushed him down on
my belly. He did not stop. He kept his tongue running over me like a snake. Finally he pulled my skirt
down. For the first time since we arrived home, I felt nervous. He kept his tongue running on my legs
from thighs to toe and all I was doing was moaning. “Ah! Not so fast” “Can’t take it” “Gently!” But he
wasn’t listening. Or maybe, he was but didn’t want to. When he finally put his mouth on my panties, I
screamed. “Dogggg!” He stopped to look at me. “Lick it like a dog” I said. And before a moment could
pass. he slide off my panties with his fingers and his tongue was inside me. “Ah! Lick it Prakash!” I was
moaning at the top of my voice. He was licking me madly and I could barely notice anything around me.
But in the fraction of a second my eyes went to the door of his room. I remember that we didn’t close it
when we came inside. I saw a figure standing there. Someone peeping. It must be Jackie. I realised.
What the hell he think he is doing watching his friend lick a woman. But I forgot, I was standing all nude
spreading my legs for him to watch. But I don’t know what ushered me at that moment. I didn’t stop to
tell Prakash. Neither I stopped moeaning. Infact, I began to moan louder. The fact that I was being an
object of pleasure for more than one man was such a turn on. I was thanking god. On a usual day, I have
to read tons or erotica to finger myself and here, I had two guys killing themselves for me. When I could
take it no longer, I held Prakash by his hair and pushed him to the bed. I made sure that he didn’t the
door and his friend behind it jerking off to the woman he just licked. I removed his pants and his
underwear. Fuck! There it was. Black and hard. He was full of pubes, but I was not going to mind
anything as long as I had that hard thick dick to fuck my holes. I grabbed his dick with my fingers softly.
He began to moan. Ah! How erotic was his sound of moaning. I wish I could hear Jackie moan too. He
must be shaking really hard watching his friend’s dick so close to getting mouth. I stroke it for a few
seconds, and then gulped it. “Fuck!! Easy bitch! Shouted Prakash. I don’t know what happens when a
man calls you a bitch. I began to take my mouth in and out of his thick cock. He was so hard that it hurt
my mouth, but I loved it. I let out some spit on his dick and his eyes beamed with pleasure. I began to
give him a sloppy head. Ahh! I don’t know what he was feeling but I was on the top of the earth. Finally I
got the dick I deserved for so long. I gave him such sloppy strokes that he said he wouldn’t be able to
take it any long. But surprisingly he did. Then I pushed him on the bed and sat on his face and made him
eat my ass. It was such a pleasant sight watching him helplessly lick my ass. I couldn’t resist putting my
fingers down in my clit and rubbing it as he licked me. I turned my head to Jackie now. He was right in
front of me. For once he hid himself. But realizing that I saw him and said nothing, he came back to the
door in a way that I could see him, He hand his dick in his hand and he was fapping it like a monster.
Goddd! A man was under my ass licking it worshipping it with my tongue and his roommate, and a
friend, I assume was standing right in front jerking off to me. I showed him a gesture of me blowing him
by making a hole between my folded fingers as if I am holding his dick and blowing it to the mouth.
Then, I pulled myself up from Prakash. He was completely in sweat and out of breath. In his wildest
dream, he must not have thought that a girl like me would face-sit on him on the very first night. But
now, it was my turn to treat him. I asked him to keep his eyes closed. He was on cloud nine. I took a
handkerchief and blindfolded him Jackie saw this as an opportunity. He opened the door wide open and
began jerking off right in front of our bed. Thankfully he wasn’t making much of a sound. Now I put my
fingers inside Prakash’s mouth and he sucked them instantly. I then ran the fingers over my wet pussy.
My hands reached for his dick which was still hard as a rock. I spit on it one last time and sat on it. It
went in so smoothly. He let out a howl. I began to ride him. His dick felt so amazing in my wet pussy.
“Fuck me Leena.” “I would fuck you to hell” I boasted as I rode him. “ahh oh Lee… leena.. that’s my dick,
you are killing it”. “It is mine now” I said. I turned to Jackie and gave him some jerk off teasing with my
fingers around my mouth. When I was done in the riding position, I checked if Prakash is still blindfolder.
There, he was, honest, not knowing that his friend is there too. I sat upon him on reverse cowgirl
position. His hands wet on my ass and he began to pound me. “Fuck me Prakaaash!” my voice was so
loud that the neighbours could hear us. I wondered if anybody there is jerking off on me too. He fucked
me so hard that I could barely take. I begged him to be slow. But it only made him fuck like a monster. I
could hear the change of tone of his voice as he fucked me real hard. I signaled Jackie to be off. He was
reluctant, but I signaled him that I would be there for him. He jumped with joy and left the room.
Prakash was reaching his climax but he didn’t slow down one bit. I told him that its time for his sweetest
memory. He shouted with joy. But, I said, “I climax is best when delayed”. He said he is up for anything
as long as I shake him to cum. “You would not touch yourself or forget my mouth. And dare not open
the blindfold” I said as I left him so close to climax. I went out of the room and right outside the gate
Jackie was waiting for me like a hunter for a prey. His dick was swelled up from shaking. “What is up
with these guys” I thought. His dick was even bigger than that of Prakash. I was getting two monster
cocks in a day. I took it in my mouth and began to blow. Poor soul, he just couldn’t take it. When he
grabbed me hair real tight, I knew he was about to cum. I took his dick out of my mouth and began to
jerk it on my boobs. He had to put his hand on his mouth not to moan as he came all over my boobs.
Ah! His cum was all thick. My boobs were all messed up. I asked him to go now and turned back to the
room. Prakash was lying like a dead body. His dick did not lose erection one bit. It was our first sex and I
wanted to make it memorable. I sat upon him and gave him my pussy to lick in 69. My mouth reached
for his dick and I began to blow him. His dick was hot and it felt like melting in my mouth. On the other
end, he was still raging fire in my pussy. I couldn’t take it any longer. With a tight grip on his rock cock, I
blew him one last time and he came with all the force. He moaned like a wolf. I had my boobs against his
dick and his cum covered what was left of my boobs from his friend’s cum. I lifted myself fom him and
sat down. He opened the blindfold after almost half an hour. He was taken aback by what he saw. My
big boobs were all covered in the cum. “I have never cum so much!” he was pleasantly surprised. “My
magic” I leapt forward to give him a kiss. He had a victorious smile on his face. He fell back on the bed
and closed his eyes. I was sitting all messed up with the cum of these two men. I went to the washroom
and looked at myself in the mirror. I was looking such a slut, all covered in cum. Before washing, I
wanted to make it a memory. I picked up my mobile from the room and took a Selfie. God, it was so
much cum. When I washed it up, I had a satisfactory feeling inside me. I had such a great orgasm and a
time of my life. I did not bother wearing anything and went back to the room. Prakash was asleep. I
went on the bed and slept hugging him. That is how our first night together came to a conclusion. But
that was just the first night. The beginning of a lifetime of love and hell lot of cuckolding sex. ***
Episode 2 Turning Hotwife I got married to Prakash. It was no secret that we were a very hot couple. Our
friends and members of family were really fond of us. By the time I was in late twenties, I was at my best
doing great work and make things happening just perfect for us two. It was not unusual for me to get
cheeky compliments for my looks. From my hair to my bellies, everything became the talk of the office
floor. And I adored it. On the other hand, it was flattering to hear girls drooling over Prakash, but he
always remained loyal to me. I had some non monogamous sexual experiences before marriage. They
were borderline cuckolding. But one thing was missing, my lover (and now husband) might have been
aware about it, but we never confessed it one on one. How can it be that I fucked his friend and
roommate Jackie and he never found out. More thinking on that later, today I want to share my journey
from being a loyal wife to a hot-wife. Those who don’t know cuckolding, hotwife is a woman who likes
to have other sexual or romantic partners with consent of her original partner, boyfriend or husband.
Consent is the key. The first few months of the marriage were euphoric. We made love twice a day.
Sometimes even thrice. Missing work. Procrastinating work. Lying to work to go on vacations as often as
we can. Vacations filled our pleasure holes. Adrenaline was high. Having sex at all places where it risked
our neck was the thing for us. It was all so much fun. A detailed story about those times later, promise.
Our married life was fun in the beginning few months. But soon, the life began chasing us down. Our
schedules were being filled up with chores. Work pressure and household responsibilities bogged us
down. It is one thing to have a fuck buddy and another thing to have a married life. The frequency of
our sex dwindled down to once or twice a week. Prakash was often tired from work. Many a times, I
turned him down for my mood swings. We loved each other terribly but still something was missing.
What? We had no idea. Prakash tried to make up for the falling morale by bringing me roses and
scented condoms. He fucked me till his last breath. But, it was not enough. The heat of my body was
trying to tell me something. Something different. Something nasty. To not lose hold on my body, I joined
a gym. I didn’t want my boobs to sag to their weight. After all I was busty and sat in office for long hours.
There was another incentive to the gym. Often boys far more younger than me drooled over me. It gave
me a sense of triumph. I kept my body in shape to not miss the jaw dropping expression of guys when
my cleavage popped out of my tops. Among the many guys, one was Rohan. A young guy in early
twenties, he worked out on a daily basis and I have to admit, I fantasized him on more than one
occasion. One day when my husband came to the gym to pick me up, he saw two of us giggling. He
asked me if the guy likes me and I diverted the topic saying all the guys in gym are like that, mad about
me and that he should feel lucky. I remember that when we made love after that day, he was far more
passionate. Not just on the outside, the real beauty lives inside. I made sure to buy the latest lingerie to
keep myself sexy from within. I cut my pubes regularly and insisted Prakash to do the same. Who wants
a mouth full of pubes when all one wants is a dick on a cool summer night. Once on my way back from
work, I stopped at an ice-cream parlour. I had a scoop and just as I was walking away, I saw couple of
teenage girls ogling at one another. It drew my curiosity. When they left I went to the street vendor. He
was selling second hand books. I noticed what the girls were looking at- erotica. The guy was feeling shy
as I turned one book after another. The covers were steaming and had naked ladies on them. I asked
him if he has an English one. He brought out a bundle that was kept hidden. These were old American
erotic novels. I asked him how much for one and he without bothering to look at the cover said ten
bucks. I handed him the money and kept it in my bag. It was the digital age, but reading erotica from a
vintage book could be exciting, I thought. However, once again life got busy and I almost forgot about
the erotica. On one weekend, when Prakash left for a business meet in another city, I thought of giving
myself a break from the chores and spend two days on my own, relaxing. Immediately, I thought of the
erotica novel. It was pulp fiction. I read a lot of erotica as a teen. It reminded me of the olden days. I
pulled out a quilt and lied down, a hand in my panties and another holding the book. It was about a
hotwife. Although I have been cheating on Prakash for a long time, I never thought of myself as a
hotwife. I thought it was just me fooling around with my fantasies. Before I knew, my fingers were
running down my clit. It was overwhelmingly wet. Something I was experiencing after a really long time.
I closed my eyes and imagined the characters of the erotica fucking me like a whore. It was a delight to
imagine a man other than Prakash making love to me. Prakash was a darling, but over the time he
became a gentleman in bed. My body was craving for a wild animal. The guy in the novel made his wife
sleep with his colleagues for personal gains. A laidback plot, but the scenes were so steamy, that my
fingers barely stopped. One hour passes, Then another. Yet another. There was no stopping. I read half
the novel in two days and my pussy was exasperated of being fingered. I had the orgasms I was yearning
for a long time. It was a filthy erotica. But what aroused my interest was the character of the wife who
sleeps with a dozen men and her husband in compliance in her affair. Infact he often watched her or
took part in the act. Maybe it was the cuckolding fantasy that brought my orgasms back. Monday
evening, after I returned from work, I waited for Prakash eagerly. I placed scented candles in our hall as
we used to do in the early days. From all the cuckold fantasy from the erotica, I was horny as fuck. He
called me that he has taken a cab from airport and would be home any minute. I unlocked the door and
kept a note on the table right in front of the door with a bouquet of flowers to make it evident. When I
heard the doorbell, a current went through my nerves, as if I was about to make love for the very first
time. I heard him opening the door and walking towards the room. I had blindfolded myself and I was in
the bed wearing a satin night suit. nderneath, I had his favourite brassiere and a pitch black panties. I
heard him walking inside. He laughed out. “What is it?” he said. “Ah! Rohan, at last” I said. “No..I..”
“Shhhh…” I shut him up. I am sure he must have been confused for a while. Stupid that he is. “But,
Leena… I …” “Shhh… You talk a lot Rohan. I like men who let their bodies do the talking.” “Who is at
home?” he asking in a commanding voice. “All I can tell is that my husband is not home. That’s why I
called you Rohan.” Now he understood. It must have ignited something in him. He joined me in the
roleplay. “Where’s your husband?” the tone of his voice changed entirely “He is away. Must be fucking
some office cunt.” “Ah! Bastard.” “He is fucking bastard. Come on now Rohan! Don’t just talk, look how
desperate I am.” “You indeed are. What should I call you?” “You can call me by my name Rohan that you
love so much- your Leena. But tonight, as you can see I am desperate for you while my husband is away.
What should I be called Rohan?” “Your husband would call you a slut when he gets to know about it” “I
bet he does. Slut, it sounds fit to what I am feeling right now.” “Now, let go of your clothes and
inhibitions and come, my man”. I heard my husband Prakash moving to and fro between the bed and
the wardrobe. I assumed he was getting undressed. All of a sudden I heard him jumping upon the bed.
Once again, I shivered. He began to lick my fingertips and oh! That old magic of his tongue. His fingers
touched my nipples. I exhaled a sigh. His fingertips were melting me down. If my nipples were hard
before, now they were straining against his fingertips. His fingers began fueling my breasts. I had to
make an arch around my back to take it. He began to gently tap and stroke my entire tits. His fingers
were so playful, going top to bottom, side to side, causing a pounding in my heart and goose bumps all
across my skin. This was all I asked for, God. With my eyes blindfolded all I was sensing were our breaths
striking one another, the moaning of bodies and his fucking fingers. One of his finger was still fondling
my nipples. I begged him to suck it. He brought his mouth close. I could feel his breath on my nipple, but
he wasn’t making any contact. I grew from desperate to dead lifting up my upper body to get licked from
him. But his teasing did not stop there. “Rohan! Gently suck them please”. “Let your husband do that for
you” “Hmm?” I wondered. Is he offended? “I like to eat” before I could understand his teeth took over
my nipples and I cried out loud with exhilaration. Oh! What his tongue does to the nipple stuck between
the teeth is nothing less than sorcery. I held his hair and pulled them tight for him to give me some relief
from the torture of his teeth. But he was ruthless tonight. After making my hard nipples almost lifeless
from the chewing, he began to go down. I first felt his lips swirling down my navel. He gave it a good
time with his tongue before marching on to between my legs. I could hear him sniffing.

God! I so wanted to see him do all this. But it would have spoiled the entire momentum of the roleplay.
He did not stop at my panties and went further to my thighs and toes. If I haven’t told you already, now I
must. Nobody gives a better footjob than Prakash. It was as if he was made for it. He took turns to
swallow each finger in his mouth and give it a taste of his tongue. It was irresistible and my fingers ran
for my vagina. But he held them midway. “That’s for me, darling” he roared. Next, I felt a gentle touch
on the skin around my clit. It must be his lips. They were so soft and caressed my skin like autumn
breeze. I was nothing more than a leaf waiting for my turn to fall. I felt flies in my stomach as his tongue
skimmed through my vagina. I felt a warmth filling me up from between my legs. “Ah! Rohan. Stay there
forever” just as I asked for more, he withdrew. Dog. My heart was racing and I could feel that my climax
was just around the corner. But moments before I could fall off the edge, he held me back. I begged him
to please not stop. He began to circle around my pussy with his fingers and I was dying in desperation.
When I could bear no more, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders and tossed him over to the other
side of bed. It was altogether new dynamics now. He was lying his heads up between my legs and I was
over him, my breasts pressed against the bed. He took full advantage of the position. He had
unrestricted access, in a way forced upon him of my bare pussy. He dived into it with his tongue and
began to fondle. Even though I was on the top and in control, I was literally shattering into small bits as
he ate me down there. “Rohan, don’t be so badass”. “Huwwm. I can’t talk right now Missie. I have a
jobbbb.” “Ah! Fucking pervert that’s my pussy you are licking. It’s not something to eat like that.” “You
should have thought about it before face-sitting.” I couldn’t bear it any longer and begged him to stop.
But he was in no mood to listen today. His tongue was ruining the insides of my pussy. Hitting on the
sides, digging deep. He only stopped five minutes later when he ran out of breath. Ah! I was relieved.
But it was short lived. Something hit my cheeks. It wasn’t his hand for sure. Hard and muscled. It was his
dick slapping my cheeks. I opened my mouth and waved it around to catch it but he was dodging me.
The moment, I caught a touch of it, I grabbed it immediately. “aaaRRRgggh” he shouted in pain. But it
was now my turn to not listen. “Leeeeena! Please, not so wild” For a bried moment, I let the dick out of
my clutch and he let out a moaning relief. “You have got such a huge dick mister” “Do I?” “Yes, you lucky
bastard.” “It’s not luck. I have worked hard for it. Haven’t you seen me in the gym” “I do see you in the
gym everyday Rohan.” “Tell me, do you fantasise about me, you slut”. “How do you know?” “I can see
the lust in your eyes.” “Not many times Rohan. I love my husband”. “not many times, huh”. This brought
another wave of aggression in him and he pushed his dick in my mouth”. I had no choice but to take it as
deep as I could. He have his dick a few strokes fucking my mouth like an asshole. I gagged and he
withdrew. Only for a moment. Then stuffed it inside my mouth, once again. I knew where this passion
was flowing from. As soon as he freed my mouth, I began to murmur. “I see you fucking me in the
dreams” “Is it?” “Yes. Fucking me deeper than my husband can ever reach”. “Ah! You slut.” “Yes, I am. I
love my husband and his limp dick, but oh Rohan, he is nothing compared to you.” Once again, he
throttled my mouth with his dick. I blew it with utmost pleasure. He surrendered his dick in my mouth
and I began to caress it with my tongue. “So, you are not satisfied with your husband, ahaan?” “It is not
that I am not satisfied Rohan. But who doesn’t want a monster dick like you. Do you know when I look at
you in the gym, bare chested. I have to go and relieve myself in the loo before heading home. Every
word from my mouth was turning him into a monster. He pulled my legs up to him and spread them to
make way for his dick. I offered myself completely to his mercy. He took them up in the air and I felt his
hardness touching my pussy. I was wet as hell. It was making the thumping sound of wood falling in the
lake. After some gentle rubbing, he pushed himself inside. An ince, another, another, god, he was deep
inside me. It felt as if he had gone deeper than any time before. Has his dick really gone longer or what?
Maybe it’s the heat and lubrication that is making him go so deep. I was in heaven moaning at the top of
my voice, “Oh yesss! Oh yesssss! Fuck me!” My voice pumped him even more and he fucked me more
roughly. It made me moan even louder, “OH MY GOD! Fuck me harder! Oh yes!” I cannot resist but bring
in the roleplay once again. “You are so much bigger than my husband” “Is it? You slut.” He fucked me so
hard that I had to beg him to stop. He pounded me up and down and I, with my eyes shut and other
senses raging, cried like a wounded fox. “You are so good” I kept the arsenal of my words going. His
body was out of the world today. No sign of exhaustion. After a while he pulled out and I took a long
breath. I was sure he was not over yet coz I didn’t hear his climax grunt. I heard him open a bottle of
juice and then he rolled me over the bed and manhandled me to be on all my fours. I knew what was
coming. With a thunderous hit, he was inside me again, this time in doggystyle. I was bouncing all over
the bed and he began to pound me from behind, wild and rhythmic. “Fuck me Rohan! Fuck me like
there’s no tomorrow” “Yesss” He mumbled. “Fuck me for one last time before my husband comes” This
was icing on the cake. He got so hot that he began to fuck me mindlessly, the hardest I ever had. Well,
from him. I literally began to feel hurt. “Aaaaarhhhh” the grunt finally came from him and I knew what
was to follow. He pulled out of my hole and I felt as if I lost a limb of my own. I wish I could see the
glistened up and wet shaft of his cock from my juices. I opened my mouth and there it was, for me to
take it to the end of this beautiful journey. I wanted to devour it in gratitude for the mindless fuck that it
had given me today. I began to suck my husband’s hard dick, fast and furiously. After all the rage, he was
finally in my control, at my mercy. He begged me to finish him fast as he could not take it anymore.
“Where would you like it Rohan” I put the last nail to the roleplay. “On your fucking boobs you whore” I
wanted to make it last as long as possible but it had seen a long night already. My husband’s dick blasted
all over my neck and flowing all the way down my boobs. That must be such a sight for him. I finally
removed the blindfold. Everything around was familiar, but it seemed like the relationship between
everything has changed. There, he was, lying like a dead man. I had no idea of his feelings about what
we just did. And I did not want to ruin it by asking on his face. I wanted to give him time to think. To
figure out how it was for him to fuck me like another man. To let him be aware of his feelings about me
fantasizing or in real, fucking another man. I reached out to him and gave him a few kisses. He looked
me into the eyes. I could read the satisfaction and love for me, unbound. This was beginning of a new
era in our relationship. He as the cuckold and I the hotwife. More episodes coming soon. Meanwhile you
can enjoy this another story from a fellow writer. A Rich Wife Vyom © Vyom 2017 This is a fascinating
tale of Ravi, whose fortunes knocked doors when one day Mrs. Singhania walked into his restaurant. She
is weird and demanding, but generous. He never knew what made her pick him up for her secret
adventures. But while he is the chosen one, he wants to make it big, not to forget his own share of
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The Taste Chapter 3: The Topping Chapter 4: The Toast Chapter 5: The sweet Tooth Chapter 6: The
Dessert The Tip I was nothing more than an ordinary waiter until she walked in my life. I vividly
remember the details of the first time I saw her. Her family including her husband and a son got down
from a sedan and the manager ran to his service. The manager was great at bootlicking. He held the
gentleman’s coat and guided him to one of our finest spaces in the restaurant, the open air on the top
floor. They chose to sit on one of the tables I waited on. I thanked my stars. The table I waited was
among the exclusives on the top floor from where one could get an unhindered view of the sea. The
place was a favourite of many high profile people of Bollywood town. It had taken me two years to get
the service of this table. The owner of the restaurant was a fat man in his forties. Even though he was
very strict, he was kind to me. I started as a cleaning boy but my commitment to work and pleasant
attitude impressed him. It took him just a few months to trust and promote me. I first became kitchen
assistant, next a waiter on the ground floor and just last month, I was promoted to take service of an
exclusive table on the top floor. My job wasn’t too complicated. All I had to do was to entertain guests
on my table, offer them menu and tell them daily special, take orders to the kitchen and then serve the
customers the best I can so they consider tipping. Even though all waiters were paid equally, it was only
the hefty tips once in a while that made a difference. I welcomed the Singhania family and pulled the
chairs out for them. The man was almost 6 feet tall and had a neatly maintained moustache. He wore a
fancy branded waist coat and a pitch black tie. His watch had few shining particles and was a class apart.
The boy was hardly eight or ten years old. He had an IPad in his hands and cared for nothing around
him. Ever since he walked in, his eyes were glued on his tab. The lady, Mrs. Singhania was wearing
trendy goggles. Her one piece black dress was knee length and she managed to look elegant and
appealing. She had a distinctive style, the way she sat, the way she crossed her legs, she way she
managed her straight hair around her neck, in everything about her. She pointed a finger at me. I walked
to her nervously. I realized that I was so lost in my thoughts about them that I forgot to even greet
them. “What’s your name?” Mrs. Singhania asked with a smile. “Good evening, Madam. I am Ravi, at
your service. What would you….” before I could finish the man on her side, Mr. Singhania interrupted.
“Huh! That’ll take forever. You, man, get me a beer first and something crispy. And I want it really
chilled. Now go” Mr. Singhania said in an aggressive tone. I kept the menu on the table and left
immediately. In two three minutes I was back with his drink and some snacks. “Where are the extra ice
cubes, you idiot” he barked again. I ran down the stairs almost jumping three four steps at a time. The
last thing I wanted to do was to make him mad at me again. I rushed back and offered him a bowl of
cubes. My breath was all heavy and I began to sweat. Thankfully he didn’t say anything further and got
busy with his drinks. The lady’s goggles were on the table now and she gazed me with a smirk on her
face. Mrs. Singhania and the boy then ordered a lot of seafood and fresh juices. I noted down their order
in a piece of paper and ran to the kitchen. Till the food was getting prepared I tried to serve Mr.
Singhania but he was way too rude. He instructed in a high tone not to touch anything until he was done
and I backed off. Every attempt of mine to treat him nicely only received his blows. I told myself that its
best for me to maintain distance and do strictly what is told to avoid any hassle. After I served them
food, Mr. Singhania ate like an animal. He finished the food on his plate and began to take calls on his
phone. I realized the man was vulgar to everyone he talked to. For a moment, I felt pity for the family.
The boy hardly ate anything on his plate. He crashed a plate to the floor when he was trying to pick
something from it without really looking at it. I got the cleaning man immediately and the mess was
cleared. “Are we going to spend the night here?” Mr. Singhania roared again. This time on his wife. His
wife looked back in dismay and told him to leave if he has no time for her to finish her food. He kept
blabbering on his phone. Mrs. Singhania raised her fingers to signal me and I immediately reached for
her. “Where’s the washroom?” she asked. “Downstairs, madam.” I said with my head hung. “Come, may
I guide you”. She got up from her chair and walked with me. She was staring at me continuously and I
was escaping her eyes. When we reached the washroom, I turned back to leave, but the lady
interrupted “Stay here”. The washroom had a three side covered cubicle outside with a basin. I stood
there nervously while she went inside. “What does she want?” my mind was preoccupied with this
thought. Moments later she walked outside closing the door rather roughly. She kept staring at me and
came very close. I tried to move back a bit but she grabbed my belt with her thumb and a finger. “What
is she doing?” I thought to myself but could not speak a word. She pulled down the zip of my pants and
slided her hand inside. I got a chill in my body by this surprise move from her side. She grabbed my balls
from my underwear and stared at me wickedly. My cock began to swell and I felt that she has kept
something inside. She then pulled her hand back and left with a laughter. I got my breath back. I
followed her to the top floor where Mr. Singhania had lost his mind by now. He paid the bill and not a
penny for tip, but I didn’t complain. All I wanted was to get rid of him and his weird wife. After they left I
checked the time. My shift was almost over. I rushed to the washroom and as soon as I got there. I
removed my pants. She left a two thousand note stuck in my underwear. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“She must be very upset with her husband” I thought. “Or maybe she felt bad for me and so left this in
sympathy. But why would she unzip and leave the note there?” I had no answer. I looked at the note
closely and I noticed a ten digit number. I didn’t know what she wanted, but now I knew for sure, that
she wanted something out of me. I copied the number on my phone and left the restaurant. *** The
Taste My mind was boggling with questions until I reached home. I lived in a small room in one of the
subsidized flats in suburban Mumbai. It was a cozy space. Working in a restaurant, I had nothing to
worry about food. I had nothing except a bed, few clothes hanging from the wall, a fan on a low lying
ceiling and few books. I was fond of reading even though I wasn’t so good at it. It definitely helped me
with my language and I was getting better day by day. I was nothing when I first came to Mumbai. A
twenty year old boy who had nobody in the city to call his own. And worse, empty pockets. It was
pouring like the sky would come down the night I stepped in Mumbai. After working on a tea stall for
few days and sleeping on the platforms, I managed to rent a small place for myself. I met a cleaning guy
in our tea stall who recommended me and that is how I got into the restaurant. It changed my life. I
began to have enough to eat and good clothes to wear. And I could still save some money to send back
home. I cleaned myself up and got into the bed. I tried sleeping, but I was too restless. She gave me a
two thousand note just like that. The man was an arrogant pig but his wife was so smart. “What kind of
favour she could be expecting from me, a waiter?” my mind ran through all the possibilities but couldn’t
find a single answer. “Should I call her?” I thought looking at her phone number. But it was already
eleven at night. I decided to leave a message instead. I typed… ‘Thank you for your presence today at
our Restaurant. Please visit again.’ I took a long pause before sending and then in an impulse, just sent
it. Next few minutes were even tenser for me. “Does she mean any harm?”, “Will Mr Singhania know I
messaged his wife?”, “What if he finds out, he would kill me” my mind was tiring me. An hour passed
and I kept looking at the phone every five seconds. Finally the phone beeped. It was a message. ‘24 K
wing, Yamuna Highrise. Andheri East. Sharp at 11am.’ I felt something really heavy in my stomach. The
more I was getting to it, the more anticipation it was arousing. I tried to not think anything and simply
wait till the next day. *** Early morning, I gave a call to restaurant owner. I told him that I have to go to
the bank and I would be able to come in the evening shift. I was sure that whatever business Mrs.
Singhania have with me, it would not take more than an hour or two. I dressed up in formals that I wore
at restaurant because that was the best I had. I carried my phone and wallet and left off for the address.
When I reached outside the apartment complex, I was a bit hesitant to approach the security guard.
“What if he asks me where am I going? What business?” I kept asking the questions in my head and I
couldn’t fine suitable answers. As I walked in and tried to explain, guard asked my name. “R..Ravi” I
murmured. To my surprise, my name was already there in register when I reached. A remark was
written against it. ‘Ravi, Cook. Permission for entry granted’. The apartment was on 24th floor. I had
never been to a place that high before. I got off the lift and paused for a second, right outside the
apartment door. Nervously I rang the bell. For few seconds, nothing happened, but I didn’t ring again.
The door opened. It was Mrs. Singhania. She stood at the door wrapped in a full length robe and looked
at me from top to toe. I felt more nervous. She then ordered me to enter and stand by the couch. It was
a splendid hall. A serene chandelier was hanging from the ceilings, there were few paintings on the walls
and a big flat screen fitted on the wall facing the couch. There were some wooden frames and a big
window that almost covered a wall. Mrs. Singhania slowly walked towards the couch. She then dropped
her robe and it fell to ground. My heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a black silk dress that hung
loosely from her shoulders by thin strips. It was very short and barely covered anything below her waist.
She was wearing black stockings that I had seen once or twice in Hollywood films. She had make-up on
her face. Her sandals had high heels, and her shoulder length straight hair looked glamorous. I didn’t
know how beautiful she was naturally, but in that attire, she looked no less than a diva. That look could
have killed me. She caught me staring at her and smiled wickedly, “I know what you’re looking at.” I
didn’t say a thing and kept my eyes away from looking at her body. I tried making an eye contact with
her. She spoke further, “But I want to know if you deserve it.” I didn’t understand what she intended to
say. But I knew for sure that I was being examined closely for my body language. I tried to remain calm
even though my dick began to strike my pants. I wanted to hide it but there wasn’t a way out for me.
She was not failing to notice that either. She kept staring me while she got down on the couch. She
rested her back comfortably on the couch and opened her legs. She was sitting right in front of me and
there was no way I could skip looking at the red panties between her legs. My dick jumped at the sight
of it and I felt ashamed of being so turned on. “I want you to be at my service” she said emphasizing on
the word ‘you’. “Yes. Madam” I replied at my polite best. “Good. I like men who listen before they ask
questions”. I nodded my head in agreement. “But I cannot let any random man be with myself. I saw you
yesterday, and yes, I was impressed by your service. I want to know if you could follow orders word by
word.” “Yes, madam” I tried saying that in an assuring tone. “There’s no going back once you say yes, so
think. You have seen my husband, he treats servants like pigs”. “Hmm.” “Well, frankly I could be worse. I
have been told that I am a bitch. I will put you to test. If you fail, you would leave without saying a word
and I will make sure you don’t do anything stupid to get yourself fired from the restaurant. You know
that would just be a call away for me. So if you want the test, you may stay or the door is right there”
My jaw dropped. I didn’t really know what she was asking for, but I knew what she could do to ruin my
life. “And if you pass. Be assured, young man, you’ll worship me all my life.” I didn’t take another
moment to think. I knew that she was a damn powerful woman. She can make me or break me. But, I
knew if she did the former, I can do so much more with my life. And what can go worse? She’s not going
to kill me. And other than my life, I have everything to offer for money. “Yes. I would prove myself worth
you, madam” I said with the new found courage in me that came from the conviction that I can make it
big. “That’s the man I eyed on yesterday. Now get me a drink from the kitchen and I tell you what to do”
she said and I almost ran to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and all the food and drinks were
popping out. I forgot to ask the drink for her, I realized. But I didn’t want to begin with a sorry. I
confidently poured some Vodka for her and walked to the hall. That’s something restaurants teach you.
She took it, with a wink, “Smart ass”. I smiled. “Now you man! I want you to undress” she ordered. For a
second, I was taken aback. I had never been naked to a woman before. But I knew that she likes her
orders to be followed in word and spirit. I removed my shirt first and she took a sip down. I then
removed my pants and stood in my undergarments for a while. It was humiliating. But I enjoyed the fact
that she was constantly staring at me. Her eyes had signs of appreciation, which I didn’t know if it was
for my body or my courage. I handed down my underwear and stood bare for her. She took another few
sips before saying another word. I stood frozen. Much more anxious than I was when I had clothes to
hide my body parts. “I want you to be with me for couple of hours. You would cook me something great.
Serve me some drinks and watch television with me when you’re done. Understood?” “Is that all?” I
thought to myself but didn’t dare ask that. “And yes, there is a simple condition. That cock I see all
hanging down there. I want you to strictly not touch it. No matter what. I could use things to stop you
from doing that, but I prefer to use my words. Until you leave the flat, I want you to keep your hands off
from that dick. You do otherwise and you know what’s at stake. Needless to say my eyes and cameras
are after you all the time.” I was amused. I didn’t know how easy or difficult this would turn out to be.
My cock was so hard listening to her orders and watching her in that dress. But a little control could
fetch me fortunes. “Let me just try my best at controlling my lust for a while. Feeling as if the dick didn’t
exist” I promised myself. “Now be a good boy and go take a shower. I would like you to be clean for me
at all times” she signaled me to leave. I left the place. There was a bathroom just next to the hall. As I
entered it, I was dumbstruck by the magnificence of it. It was twice as big as the room I lived in. There
was a giant bathtub and a hell lot of soaps and shampoos kept at a hand’s distance. There was also some
rubber stuff shaped as dicks. I knew they were called dildos from the porn. I wanted to have a bath in
the tub, but I hardly knew how that works. “Let me simply stand and take a shower from sprinkler” I was
calming myself down. But even there, I had to open some tap and I had no clue how to get it. All the
knobs were shaped alien to me. I tried moving some of them here and there, but nothing happened. I
heard laughter from the hall. She must be watching me on the cameras. I was hit by this humiliation. But
my dick was showing no sign of embarrassment and remained stiff. I kept exploring the knobs when
water splashed over me. I finally felt relieved. The water washed away some nervousness off me. For the
first time, I could feel the thrill of this challenge. I had to control my nerves no matter what. I thought of
ignoring anything that can turn me horny. “But how can I avoid her? She was looking hot as hell and
from the moment she dropped her robe, I wanted to pleasure myself to her. To be honest, I was lusting
on her since yesterday since she unzipped me and grabbed my balls. Who does that? And a woman of
her stature. She could have had a thousand men crawling around her like puppies but she chose me.
What made her choose me?” I knew that she was gazing at my dick all the time when I was standing in
front of her. It seemed as if she was proud of the fact that I had a terrific erection because of her.
Certainly my dick was not the reason she chose me, but I knew it could be the reason she’ll be feeling
good about her choice. Thinking about her was only making me more lustful and my dick, harder. There
was no way I could bring it to normal. I got out of the shower and soaked myself with towel. I made sure
not to touch myself down there. I have never come out of the washroom naked and it felt very different.
I went to the hall and asked if there was anything she wanted to eat. She kept her legs on the tea table
and asked me to remove her sandals. I sat on my knees and touched her feet. It made her shiver a little.
I gently removed her sandals but didn’t do anything else. “Would you massage those legs a bit, boy” she
ordered sounding a bit naughty. I began to suck her fingers and stroke them gently with my teeth. My
tongue began to lick the bottom of her feet and she jumped with ecstasy. “Yeaahh lick it all” she began
to moan. Listening to her moan made my tongue work faster. Through her legs I could see her panties
and I felt so desperate to rub my dick at the look of that. I instantly tried to resist my temptation. I knew
she was luring me to test the strength of my balls. Moments later, she ordered me to make some salad
for her. I quickly moved to kitchen. It was a bit relaxing in there. Atleast I won’t have her in front of my
eyes all the time. I began washing the vegetables when I heard a bell ringing in the kitchen. That must be
a call for me. “Did I tell you that I want you to make me a salad right in front of my eyes?” I knew she
was being a bitch. I grabbed some vegetables and knife and made my way into the hall. She made me sit
on the floor right in front of the couch. T he more she was humiliating me, the more I was getting horny.
I began to chop the vegetables trying my best not to look at her. She was sitting on the couch with her
legs spread wide open. She ordered me another drink. I went into the kitchen and heard some moaning
from the hall. But it wasn’t her for sure. When I returned back, I found the big screen of television
playing porn and she smiled at me. “Didn’t I already have enough of her?” I wondered. Now I had to
chop vegetables in front of her and the porn. It was some classic movie. The guy had a dick no lesser
than 10 inches. “Huh ! Who has it that big?” I felt insecure. The girl had busty boobs and was blowing
the guy like she’s eating a thing. My dick began to bounce now. I knew I could hold it no longer. Even a
touch of my hand could have burst it. I used all my strength in remaining focused to the salad. Salad was
as much about taste, as it was about dressing. I wanted to make my best impression. I went into the
kitchen when all the chopping was done and prepared a plate for her. The restaurant taught me how to
add value to food by arranging the food and placing the stuff decently on plate. I held the plate in one
hand held over the shoulder in my typical waiting style and walked nude into the hall. She seemed
delighted. I found that her stockings were on the floor and her fingers were inside her panties. The porn
was all loud and she was moaning with it. The girl in the porn was getting fucked and Mrs. Singhania was
fingering herself in the same tempo. “How on the earth can I resist that?” my mind was hardly working.
“Ohhhh yeeah babby, give me that” she was moaning like she was the one getting fucked on screen. She
wasn’t even slightly embarrassed when she saw me staring at her masturbating. “Keep that salad on the
table… aaaand aahhh, get meee, get that bottle of Vodka. Fuckkk, all of it” she could barely speak. I ran
into the kitchen and was almost convinced that I should finish myself off right there. She wasn’t looking
at the cameras now, but she would certainly notice the dick without its erection that I have been having
all this while. I had no choice but to leave it to itself. My balls began to pain. I had an erection for more
than an hour now, and it was not going any which way. I pulled my hair hard so as to hold myself from
my desperation. I then rushed back to the hall. “Give me that fuckinggg bottle, you dog” she was on her
toes. Her fingers were rubbing her pussy so roughly that it was hard to imagine how she was holding up.
I handed her the bottle. The porn was almost reaching its climax. The man was fucking the model in
doggystyle. “Maybe that’s what made her call me a dog” I guessed. “Pick up that plate like a fucking
waiter” my next order came. “And stand here right in front of me”. I didn’t take a moment to follow her
dictate. She was so damn horny and aggressive that I was scared of her like never before. I picked up the
plate, held it in a hand over my shoulder and went and stood right in front of her making sure I wasn’t
blocking her view of the porn. She was almost on the floor by then. She picked herself up, acting a bit
drunk and then took her legs over the cough and stretched them across the length. She now had the
view of porn on one side and me with my damn hard dick inches away from her. My dick began to
bounce as a fresh flow of excitement took over me. It was right in front of her mouth and the man in the
porn was sounding like he won’t be able to hold it any longer. Both of us wanted to bring an end to the
journey of pleasure and pain. “Don’t you look down dog. I want your head looking at the chandelier” she
ordered again. I wanted it too. “Who can resist the look of her drooling mouth right next to my cock?”
One of her hand was permanently in her pussy fingering her wildly and with the other hand, she
grabbed my balls. “Aaaeeeh” I screamed.

My balls were so filled up. “Good boy” that compliment must be for not looking down, just the way she
ordered. Her fingers crawled upwards and they got hold of my cock. I knew it was big enough with all its
erection that she couldn’t hold it all in her fist. I couldn’t look at her but I was sure by the heaviness of
her breath that she was amazed by the size and thickness of my dick. “You have a giant dick, fuckerrrr”
next moment came the assurance, just the way I thought. The plate in my hands was shivering just the
way my hands were. I have a very stiff hand in general with all the restaurant service, but who can hold a
plat straight up in a hand when the dick is being used as a toy. Next moment, I felt something really
warm on my dick and I used all my nerves to hold back from looking down. “The bitch must have
swallowed my dick” I knew it but could hardly say anything. “Ooo my cocckkk” I let out a howl. She took
the dick deeper and I could feel her lips even on the lowest portions of my dick. “The bitch knows how
to take it deep” my mind began to fuck me again. I wish I could say that loud. I could not hold my lower
body straight. She wasn’t moving. She had taken my dick down her throat and was only drooling over it.
I began to groove my waist a little so that she feels the movement in dick and let it go. But she instead
grabbed my dick by my balls and began to grind it roughly in her mouth. “How doooo you like the dick in
my mouth you bastarddd” she only took my dick out for uttering those dirty words to me. Then grabbed
it back, deeper this time. The fucking and moaning sound from the porn stopped. Maybe the man was
about to release the load. So was I. My muscles stretched and I almost got on the fingers on my toes.
The plate was dancing in my hands now. I saw a piece of red cloth thrown up in the direction of where I
was staring. “That must be her panties. The bitch is about to cum too”. But I was wrong in thinking all
three of us were going to cum. I heard the guy in porn moan like a wolf. He must have got his cum out
on the model. Now it was Mrs. Singhania’s turn. She blew me in and out and let out a very loud scream,
“fuckkkkkkkk !!!”. Next moment, her teeth almost bit my dick and she threw herself back on the couch.
“What the fuck” I knew I would die if I didn’t cum for another second. She wasn’t letting me cum for so
long holding up my balls and just when I was about to release she withdrew. Now I realized what her
test was all about. I didn’t care about it anymore. All I wanted was to get that cum out of me and throw
it up on her. “She’s a damn mean bitch” I could only scream in my head. She looked at me and gave me
that fucking wicked smirk. “You may sit down boy” she said catching her breath. “How would you like to
feed me that salad with your hands? I am all dirty you know”. I had no choice. I wanted to cum so bad
that I could barely think of anything else. This was ultimate act of domination from Mrs. Singhania. I
made myself sit on the floor next to her. My balls were bursting. I had to try real hard in hiding my
desperation mixed with anger. That was responded again by a cold laugh. “I will fuck this bitch so hard if
I get a chance” my mind was trying to comfort by body by thinking about avenging this pain and
humiliation. “You are such a strong boy” she played with my cheeks, “and cheesy. Com’on now, I am
hungry as hell” she said and lied on the couch. She was only wearing her black dress now and I could see
her bare legs. But I was unable to help myself sexually. I only stared at her so that I can remember those
hot legs for tonight. I offered her the salad bit by bit. Thankfully she took it without any tantrums. Five
minutes later, she got up, “You may go now”. I sprang into action. My dick was all swollen and still hard.
I picked up my underwear and quickly dressed myself up. She then walked towards me. “What did you
tell your restaurant owner today?” “I told him I was going to the bank.” She broke into laughter. She
dialed up the owner. I was surprised she knew my owner so well that she had his number. When he
picked, she told him that I helped her in the bank today and she was enjoying my food so far. I couldn’t
hear what the owner had to say, but certainly he wasn’t complaining. “Would you mind if I take your
boy to a friend’s party, this Saturday evening. He makes such good snacks” she told my owner. Moments
later, she was thanking my owner for being so generous. She told that she would be paying the
restaurant for lending me. She then walked me to the door. I could see that her legs were wet with her
fluids. I got out and bowed my head to say “Goodbye, Mrs. Singhania”. She smiled, “you are a really
sweet guy” and put a bundle of grey notes in the pocket of my shirt. *** The Toppings As soon as I got
into the lift, my hand went into my pants rather than my pockets. I didn’t care how much she paid me. I
only knew how much I had to pay off my body for pleasuring her. But minus the pain, I was satisfied that
I made it till the end. Even though my balls and my dick were about to burst, I didn’t lose my nerve no
matter how much her fingers and mouth played with my dick. “That’s why I deserve her” now I had an
answer to the old question. As soon as my fingers touched my dick, it began to feel like it’ll just cum. To
the worst of my luck, a lady entered the lift on 10th floor as it was going down. She stood right in front
of me facing the door. I just got my hand down again and my dick exploded. My muscles contracted and
my knees got bent. As the lift hit the ground floor, she looked back at me and left giggling. My pants
were all wet around the zip. I had no time to feel ashamed. I walked out of the building and caught the
first auto to home. *** I counted the money. It was ten thousand. I couldn’t believe. I earned that in a
month with all the hard work and here I got that much money just for making a salad and serving drinks.
“No” my dick must have shouted at me at my previous statement if it could. I had to bear the pain of not
jerking for almost two three hours. I had mixed feelings about Mrs. Singhania. Even though she
humiliated me and treated me like a dog, she was respectful to me in her core self and offered me such
a generous amount for my services. I checked my phone. I had missed calls from the restaurant owner. I
wasn’t caring much about him now. I dialed and he told me that the lady I helped today is wife of a
business tycoon and that she had asked for my services on Saturday night for cooking and serving. I
laughed at the irony, but thanked him for this opportunity. He told me that I need not come today. That
came as a blessing. I brought some ice from the shop and cooled down my ball sack. I didn’t even
remember when I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night. I saw Mrs. Singhania in her red
panties. I looked down to find my cock rock hard. “That bitch is even teasing me in my sleep” my mind
was full of her. But I had no restrictions now. The muscles in my dick were paining with exhaustion, but I
couldn’t stop my fingers anymore. I could picture in detail how she looked today. I remembered the
moment she opened the door and removed her robe. My dick never settled back since that moment.
She sat on the couch and spread her legs to show me her panties. What a dirty bitch. And then, the
fingering part. She was sitting on that couch with her legs spread open and digging her fingernails deep
in her pussy. I wish I was allowed to finger her. My hands were shaking my dick violently now that they
could. The last thing I fantasized was her mouth over my dick. Even though I couldn’t see it back then as
I was denied, my dick remembered well how it felt. The thought of her tongue over my dick was enough
for me to explode. I shot all over my bed. I fell back into bed again and slept with my hand still over my
dick. *** In three days till Saturday night, I had jerked off to Mrs. Singhania as much as my dick could
afford. On Saturday, I managed my household work early morning and then slept again till afternoon. I
knew the party at her friend’s place would last all night and I would need a lot of stamina. “What is she
going to make me do? Will she be treating me the same way she treated me in private or would tonight
be worse?” my mind was looking for answers. At 4pm, I received a message from Mrs. Singhania. She
told me the address, timing and that I need to cook and serve snacks for ten fifteen people. This helped
me feel a bit less nervous for the party. A man knocked on my door and I opened. It was a parcel. A big
box. I signed the receiving and he left. I then hurriedly opened it. I knew it well where it was coming
from. It had a pair of shirts, trousers, undergarments along with belt, tie, socks and shoes. Every single
thing I would need to wear tonight. She must be willing to make the best impression of me, who in a
way was representing her. I didn’t know if there were going to be any men in the party of her friend
other than me. But, I wanted to make sure, I look my best. I shaved and I wore the clothes she sent me. I
didn’t even have a mirror to look at myself top to toe. I carried my belongings, locked the house and
went to the nearby furniture store to have a glance at my dress. People in my neighborhood were
shocked to look at me in those formal clothes. They looked nowhere close to whatever I wore every day.
I saw myself in the mirror. “God! I was looking less like a waiter and more like a businessman, a fucking
billionaire” I was overwhelmed with excitement. “Saala main toh saahab ban gaya!” (Damn I have
become a gentleman) I jumped with joy and left the neighbourhood. A taxi was arranged for me and I
left for the party at 9 pm. *** By the time we reached it was dark. I must have travelled for thirty forty
miles. The driver stopped outside a mansion and I stepped out. “How filthy rich these people are” I was
wondering. As I walked into the mansion I saw a big garden and pool inside the boundary walls and a
triple storey building which seemed like an old construction. It was all painted in yellow with black
linings at edges. As soon as I got inside, I met Mrs. Singhania. She was dressed in a sari today and was
looking extremely gorgeous. Her blouse was deep cut and so I could see a glimpse of her curves. She
held my cheekbones in her palms and playfully greeted me. Her fingers went into my hair as if dressing
them up a bit, giving a final touch. “Now you straight away go to the kitchen and take over. I want
snacks that can makes ladies lick their fingers” she was much less authoritative today. “Yes, madam” I
nodded my head and left for kitchen. I could see around ten eleven women sitting across a huge dining
table. Other than me, I could not find any man and that worried me. The kitchen was very well furnished
and stuffed with all eatables. I tried to focus my mind on snacks and not think of anything else. In an
hour or so, I was ready with salads, some fried snacks, mashed potatoes, finger chips and a lot more. I
was arranging the snacks on plates when Mrs. Singhania walked in again. She was looking a seductress
in that red saree. She picked up one of the finger chips and placed it in my mouth. I grabbed it softly
with my teeth holding my nerves. I knew she was just being naughty. She then leaped onto me and bit it
from the other end. She chewed it while I stood in dismay. She then laughed and walked out saying,
“Serve us, Ravi”. I walked with the plates into the main hall. A dozen women were sitting on chairs
around the dining table. It was filled with cards, plastic disks and bundles of currency notes. The ladies
were playing poker. The hall was filled with loud shrieking voices and laughter. Two men, who were
really tall and muscular, were dancing around the women. They were wearing nothing but a small piece
of cloth down there that didn’t hide the bulge of their dicks. When they were grooving, their dicks were
bouncing and the ladies loved it. They went from one to another and each one fondled their dicks or
planted a kiss on their balls or simply spanked them. The two men were the toys for the ladies tonight. I
served the snacks around the table and offered drinks to the women. A busty mature lady wearing a
tight pink outfit that barely covered her thighs grabbed my balls when I was standing next to her.
“Urghh” I let out a howl. That came unexpectedly. The ladies burst into laughter and the woman who
held my balls said, “he is still a boy, Monika”. Monika, whom I only referred as Mrs. Singhania chuckled
and I realized that she’s a bit disappointed. I couldn’t have helped it but I decided to not react any more
to the tease. A lady in black gown held my tie and pulled me. She then kissed me softly. I kissed her too
but she bit me and laughed again. I moved on. I knew that these were filthy rich women of the town
who were here only for entertainment and we were their toys. We had to only offer pleasure without
fail. The women seemed to like what I made. Three women tipped me and filled my pockets with
crumbled notes. I didn’t bother to check and remained standing in a corner. About half an hour later,
the game got over and out of twelve women, it appeared that three women made their fortunes today.
But there was no look of disappointment on the faces of others, as if the only thing they lost was a petty
game and not money. The women now got up one by one and settled on the bar chairs filling up their
drinks and smoking. The two men, whom I knew now, were gigolos. One of them seemed like a
foreigner as he had grey hair and pale face. Another was a dark skinned man. The two now went to the
ladies who were drinking recklessly. Mrs. Singhania was a frontrunner. She had finished almost two
glasses of Vodka and wasn’t walking straight. A woman who was almost in her late forties got up from
her chair and walked to the foreigner gigolo. She had a cigarette in one of her hands and with the other
she tore off the only piece of cloth he had on his body. His huge thick dick was now out in the open and
women whistled and booed. She took a puff of cigarette and then exhaled on his dick. The ladies
cheered and next moment, she gulped the whole of dick inside her. Her mouth could hardly eat half of
that big white dick. The pink shaft disappeared completely in her mouth and she began to blow it. The
other man also ripped down his underwear and walked from chair to chair. The ladies were slapping,
licking and blowing his dick as he moved from one to another. Mrs. Singhania grabbed the balls of dark
skinned man and then ate his dick. I had chills remembering the last time she ate my dick like that. The
show went on and I was hard as hell. The men were going from one woman to another and the woman
were playing, caressing and blowing their dicks. Half of the women were still sitting, while some of them
were lying on the couches and few rolled on the floor, too drunk. “What if they call me too?” I remained
standing in a corner, frozen. I had never been to such a party and I had no clue what was about to
happen next, now that they were all drunk and senseless. The lady in the tight fit pink outfit got up and
helped another lady to walk onto the stairs. She then turned back and asked Mrs. Singhania if they could
take me for help. The question sounded more like an order. Mrs. Singhania was too drunk and didn’t
reply anything. That lady then pointed a finger to me and I began to follow her on the stairs. *** They
rushed to a room on first floor and asked me to shut the door behind me. It was a huge bedroom with a
king size bed in one corner and just a few chair with minimal decorations. Nervously, I began following
every word she said. Now that Mrs. Singhania was not in senses, she had complete freedom over me.
But she was hardly bothered about me. I could make out that the lady in pink dress was older than the
other one. The other lady was calling her Shreya sounding very drunk. “Shreya, darling come into me”.
The badly drunk lady was Leena and was hardly in her twenties. Shreya madam was tall and had broad
shoulders. The curves of her body were showing up in her pink dress. She was holding Leena strongly
and was dragging her into bed. Leena on other hand was a lady with lean body. I could hardly see
anything down her neck as she was wearing a long dress. The two seemed to be romantically involved in
each other, and it wasn’t hard to guess who among them was the dominant one. I closed the door and
sat on a chair. Shreya madam held Leena by her waist and began to remove her dress from the legs.
Soon enough Leena was lying only in her laced grey panties and her dress folded till her upper body.
Shreya madam began to caress her legs. She licked her thighs with her dirty sleek tongue. Leena in her
very drunk tone began to moan feebly. Shreya madam then went up to her panties and began to lick her
like a mad woman. Shreya madam was without a doubt, a really horny and lusty woman. The way she
was eating Leena made Leena lose her breath. Leena groaned and bit her own lips to contain the
pleasure. There was nothing stopping Shreya madam. She was in a perfect mood. She used her fingers
to slide the panties of Leena and began to kiss her femininity. A few strokes of her tongue on her clitoris
and pussy made Leena clutch the bedsheet really tight and moan loudly. “Shreeyyya. Nooooo.” Leena
was turning into a bitch. She didn’t expect Shreya madam to reach out for her pussy right away. She
picked up her dress and removed it from the top. Now she was lying merely in her grey brassiere. Shreya
madam was so far only using her lips and tongue while her fingers were holding the panties away. She
decided to remove even that so that her fingers could be free. Another second, the laced panty was
thrown on the floor and she began to attack Leena’s pussy with her lips, tongue and fingers, all at once.
Leena’s body was turning into an arch as Shreya licked her pussy like a punishing boss. “Shreyya, you
fucking bitch”. “ Shreya, ahh leave me now, please”. “Shreyaaaa, you whore. I will cummm right now”.
But Shreya madam was a ruthless bitch indeed. Only after she felt enough, she raised her mouth and
moved a bit over Leena’s body to sit on her waist. Shreya madam now pulled up her pink dress. The first
thing I got to see when she began undressing was her big ass. She had such voluptuous butts and they
were looking ten times sexy in her blue hipster panties. Her boobs got revealed as soon as her dress
went up and my jaw dropped, “Oh good Godd!! Are they even real?” She rolled over and threw her
dress upon me. She was a busty woman with a body like those of pornstars. I wondered if she got
surgeries on her body to get that perfect shape of boobs and ass. “Fetch me a cigarette, you fucking
boy” she looked at me and ordered in her coarse voice. I immediately got up to pick a cigarette from a
packet on the wooden slab. However, as I got up the erection in my pant was clearly on display. Shreya
madam noticed it instantly and winked at me. I tried handing over the cigarette to her but she signaled
that I better supply it in her mouth. I did and then she looked at me for lighting it up. She was sitting
over Leena and was touching and feeling the top of her body. I lit up the cigarette and she sucked the
first puff. I was looking at her eyes for signals of getting the cigarette in and out of her mouth. Her hands
now held Leena’s boobs and she tore away her brassiere. She was a rough woman. Leena had small
boobs and they were getting squeezed by the tight grip of her hands. “Shreya, you whore. I am dying”
Leena howled. But Shreya madam had her own way of seeking pleasure. She finished her cigarette from
my hands first while her fingers squashed Leena’s boobs. She then ordered me to sit back and watch.
She then moved even further on Leena’s body towards her face. Shreya madam was so chubby that
when she sat on Leena’s face, she could barely breathe. Her ass covered Leena’s entire face and she
held her hair tight forcing her to lick her pussy. I had never seen anybody like Shreya madam before. She
was one hell of a dominant bitch. She was rubbing her pussy all over Leena’s face and didn’t bother to
see if she was even breathing. I got up from my chair to move towards that side of the bed to see if she
was okay. To my surprise, she was enjoying it to the core with her tongue trying to penetrate through
Shreya madam’s pussy. This sight turned me on at another level. I had never seen two women make out
and so damn roughly. *** We heard a loud thumping on the door and I got up instantly looking at
Shreya madam for instructions. She raised her eyebrows and I went and open the door. Two women
entered the room in highly intoxicated condition. One of them was wearing only a panty with her
oversized boobs hanging down and another one was completely naked with small but nicely shaped
boobs. The former was holding a bunch of dildos in her hands. There was a realistically shaped silicon
dildo, another thick dildo with a suction cap at the end and a strap-on that women can use to fuck one
another. It seemed as if they already had their share of oral pleasure as their lipsticks were all over each
other’s neck and boobs. They got into bed and Shreya madam smiled. “I was waiting for you two
whores. Let’s fuck this bitch now” she pointed to Leena and the other two women smiled sinfully.
Shreya madam got off Leena’s face and she gasped a breath. But she merely turned back and sat again,
this time placing her ass on Leena’s face. Leena was tired and disgusted by now but knew that Shreya
will only do what pleases her. She then bent forward in sixty nine and reached up to Leena’s pussy. It
was all wet and smelly by now. She picked up the silicon dildo and began to slap it on her clitoris. “No,
Shreya. Not any more. I am done” Leena begged. “But I have just begun” chuckled Shreya. She then
began to slap the dildo harder and harder and Leena had no choice but to lick her asshole and keep
begging. Shreya looked up for everyone as if inviting all three of us, me and the other two women to
watch as she dug the dildo down Leena’s pussy. Leena almost cried, but Shreya madam dug it even
deeper taking it in and out. The newly arrived women began to finger themselves at the sight of it. I
didn’t realise either when my hands began to rub my hard dick watching Shreya madam destroy her. Her
big busty tits and cunning smile only reminded me of Kelly Madison, my favorite porn star. She was so
rough over Leena that I could barely watch without stroking my dick. She took the dildo deep inside her
pussy and I could not bear listening to Leena begging her to stop. But moments later, Leena was heard
asking for more. That was Shreya madam’s witchcraft. One of the newly arrive two woman fixed the
dildo on wall and bent herself forward to get it into her pussy. Another one helped her with getting the
dildo inside and began to finger her when she fucked herself against the dildo. I was getting mad at the
sight of all this. Four women, fucking the hell out of themselves and I standing right in the middle of
them and doing nothing but watching them all. “Fuck me Leena” Shreya madam finally got off and asked
Leena to tie the strap-on around her. She removed her bra and panties and her massive tits and pussy
were an open secret now. She then got all four of her arms and knees on the bed like a bitch and asked
Leena to fuck her in doggystyle. Leena was so drunk that she could barely tie the strap-on. The other
woman helped Leena and prepared her to pleasure Shreya madam. Leena was lousy but the other lady
held the thick strap-on dick and pushed it inside the vagina of Shreya madam. Shreya madam was so
wide and wet that it went straight and deep in one go. Shreya madam barely felt a thing. Her pussy was
so turned on that she hardly realized such a thick artificial dick was inside her. She was a little mad.
Leena could not hold herself straight and fell to bed with the strap-on. She was hopeless. The other two
women now took charge of Shreya madam. One of them lied down on the bed between her legs and
began to finger and lick her pussy from below her. The other one got hold of the really big thick dildo
and slashed it down her asshole. “Fuckk, you whores” now Shreya came to life. She began to move back
and forth like a real dick was fucking her. The two women continuously kept licking, fingering and
fucking Shreya madam but she was nowhere close to orgasm. Leena fell from the bed slowly but kept
fingering herself on the floor. I don’t know what occurred to me that I went and stood next to where
Shreya madam’s mouth was. Maybe I just wanted to please her knowing that she needs so much more.
She quickly unbuttoned my pants and sprung my dick out. She looked so pleased at the erection she had
right next to her mouth. Still moving back and forth from all the licking and fucking she was receiving,
she began to moan loudly. She now took my dick and began to blow it as she moved with the rhythm of
getting fucked in her ass. “Fuck me everywhereeee you bitches and you fucking dog” she was the only
one in room ruling over all of us. “Get that dick head in my mouth”. I could not believe how damn hot
her mouth was. She was blowing me as hard as the two women were trying to fuck her. The woman
who was fingering and licking her pussy so far picked up another dildo and began to fuck her pussy in
rage. Shreya madam was now in trouble. Two dildos filling both her holes down there and a real dick in
her mouth. The penetration only intensified and she was receiving it from all sides, faster and harder. It
now took moments before she collapsed with an orgasm. The two ladies now made space for
themselves and lied down slowly fucking themselves with the dildos. They had no energy left after
pleasuring Shreya madam but they seemed very satisfied that they brought her to orgasm. I was still
standing there with my dick partly eaten by Shreya madam, but she wasn’t interested anymore. She
asked me to fetch her some really chilled water and I ran to the kitchen with my dick bouncing out of my
pants. I checked for some ice cubes, but there were none. I immediately rushed to the other refrigerator
in bar area to check. Then I quickly filled up glasses and headed back into the room. Shreya madam had
slept by the time I reached back with the water. I didn’t bother to wake her up. I knew after so many
drinks and an orgasm this thunderous, she wasn’t going to wake up for another day. I looked for the
other ladies. They too were fast asleep. I realized that party was finally now coming to an end. I checked
the clock; it was four in the morning. The room was a big mess. Dildos and clothes were lying
everywhere on the floor and Leena, she was on the floor too. The other three women were sleeping
nude on the kingsize beds with their pussies still dripping. I didn’t know if I wanted to jerk off anymore.
But Shreya madam’s boobs were too provocative to ignore. I got my dick out and began to jerk off. It
was so hard and erect for so long for all these ladies, especially Shreya madam. My dick was dancing all
this while. It was the first orgy I saw in my life. My hands began to move faster and I couldn’t resist going
closer to Shreya madam’s mouth. Moments earlier she was blowing this very dick in her mouth. “She’s
such a dirty whore, but look at her ass and those big juggs” my mind was confused whether she
disgusted me or aroused me. It was both actually. I had never seen such a dominant pleasure seeking
woman in my life. First, Mrs. Singhania and now her. I was fapping inches away from her mouth but I
didn’t know why I was completely fearless. The lust took over me and I was only serving the demands of
my dick. I moved a little further and slapped my cock on her big busty boobs. This pleasure had no
match in this entire world. I was slapping my dick into her boobs and she was sleeping so deep that she
didn’t even feel anything. I felt stronger now and even more desperate. I got on the bed and sat on her
by taking my weight on my knees on both of her sides. I knew very well what fate I would have if she
wakes up or anybody sees me, but with the sight of my dick between her tits my mind stopped working.
I grabbed her boobs and began to squeeze them. They were so very big that they hardly fitted into my
hands. I dropped few bits of my saliva to make them pulpy and then brought out my dick over them. I
placed my dick between the curves and pressed them sandwiching my rock hard cock in between. I then
began to hold the boobs tight and moving back and forth like I was fucking her tits. It felt so delightful. I
felt like my dick was fucking a really wet pussy. I kept on fucking her boobs till I was about to cum. Then I
got off the bed. Her mouth was open and she was breathing carelessly. I held her and gently pulled her
to the edge of the bed such that her head was almost hanging out. My fantasies were now making me
do the impossible. A week back, I was just an ordinary waiter who jacked off to porn in my mobile
screen and today, I was standing with my dick next to the mouth of this filthy rich woman who was the
dirtiest bitch I had ever seen. I began to gently put my dick on her lips. They were so soft. I moved my
dick across her lips which was getting wetter by the juices of her mouth. “Should I fuck her mouth too?”
my mind was only pushing me to cross my limits one after another. I had touched her body, pressed her
boobs, even fucked her boobs with my dick between them, pulled her to edge of bed, rubbed my dick
on her lips and now, I wanted my dick to enter her mouth. I didn’t think twice and my dick took a dive
into her mouth. Her tongue slipped to a side and half of my dick was inside her mouth. This was the
horniest moment of the night. My dick had been blown by this mouth, but that time it was only for her
pleasure at her will. But now it was all the way I wanted it. I began to rub my dick on her lips in and out
and it felt like I am fucking mouth of the sexiest woman I found on this earth. The slightest touch of her
tongue was no lesser than a thousand blowjobs. My dick was exhausted. I held it making a ring with my
thumb and a finger and began stroking it right outside her mouth. There was no going back. The rush in
my dick told that I may cum any second. I wanted to get away from her mouth but my body was hardly
listening to my mind. I kept stroking my dick harder and faster. “Arrrrrggghhhhhhhh” my dick exploded
right over the mouth of Shreya madam. My cum covered her lower lips, neck and a huge portion of her
boobs. My body shivered so hard that for a second I had blackness in front of my eyes. My dick was still
over her face. “I am going to be hanged for this. I will have to find a way to clear this mess” I told to
myself looking at all the cum my dick spread over her. I felt a warm touch on my dick and I looked down.
Shreya madam planted a kiss on my dick with her lips that were still covered with my cum. She then
smiled wickedly. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “SHE WAS AWAKE? I am a dead man now” my heart just
skipped a beat. My body threw myself back and I hurriedly picked up my pants and stormed out of the
room without looking back even once at her. *** The Toast My mind went numb the moment I came
out of the room and realized that I had cum over Sherya madam’s mouth and body. The revelation at
the end that she was awake and perhaps enjoying while I held her, lusted over her boobs and pleasured
myself with them. I even put my dick into her mouth was surprising. I was scared to the core now and
guilt stricken. Panicking I came down to the hall. Nobody was there. I wanted to see Mrs. Singhnia
before I leave to try and explain what I did. “What would I say?” I had no clue. But I knew it was only her
who can save my neck. I decided to find her and began searching the private rooms. The bedroom next
to ours had only one woman who was lying all naked on the bed. I went inside to see if anybody else
was there too, but couldn’t find anyone. I then climbed another stairs to check the second floor. The
first door was not even closed, I glanced inside. There were all kinds of drinks, clothes and even some
money lying idle on the floor. Five women were lying on the bed in arbitrary positions. Two of them
were completely nude and three others were wearing just their lingerie. One of the gigolo was sleeping
there. It was not hard to guess that the women had a gang bang with the gigolo. He was asleep like a
dead man

They all were dirty from all the fluids from them and him. But I knew how badly drunk they must have
been to not get rid of it and sleeping right there. I had never seen so many naked women in my life. Mrs.
Singhania wasn’t there either. “Where would she be?” I got a little worried now. I went to the adjacent
room. There wasn’t anybody there except for all the things they drank and smoked. I rushed to the
ground and went outside to check the garden and swimming pool. Mrs. Singhania wasn’t there either.
“Did she leave in the middle of party?” I wondered. I went inside again and began my hunt more
seriously. I went through the alleys and washrooms, but she was nowhere to be found. I didn’t dare
enter the room where Shreya madam was lying. That woman could get me killed for what I did. I kept
climbing the stairs and reached the rooftop. It was very dark. I walked a few feet and decided to go back
when my leg stepped over a bottle. There must be some people here as well. I walked further to the
length and breadth of the rooftop. I saw somebody. I lit the mobile torch and looked carefully. There she
was, lying with another woman, with just her lingerie on her body and a gigolo was sleeping over her
arms. I looked closely; her mouth was all covered with white froth. I tried shaking her a bit, but she
didn’t move at all. I wanted to run away. What if something bad has happened to her? But now that I
have found her, how can I run away. I tried to wake her up by shaking her vigorously but she didn’t
respond. The man sleeping next to her woke up and saw us. “What happened to her?” I almost
screamed at him. “I don’t know. I don’t remember a thing” he stared at me clueless. “We should take
her to the hospital” I talked straight. “No way, man. I’ll be doomed. She ordered me to do all that to her.
I will be fired” he began to withdraw and leave but I was too scared to let him go. “You, there. Help me
get her a taxi and I would tell nobody what happened between you two” that made more sense. The
man quickly ran down and came back with a black dress and clothes over himself. We tried to pick Mrs.
Singhania and help her get on her feet, but she was without any senses as if fainted. We picked her up
with our arms and brought her down the stairs. I then wrapped her in the black dress. She had marks
and scratches all over her body, one even close to her vagina. I didn’t really understood what happened
between him and gigolo, but knowing how aggressive Mrs. Singhania gets with sex, I guessed that she
made him to dominate her or to force her to submit or something. I had no time to think. We two
picked her up and walked outside. It was still an hour for the sun to rise and there was absolutely
nobody anywhere close to the mansion. We walked for almost half a mile before reaching the highway.
A lorry stopped and I begged for help which the men there obliged. I thanked the gigolo for his help and
asked him to leave. The men in the lorry didn’t ask anything. They offered me water and some space to
keep Mrs. Singhania comforted. When I reached the hospital, I got her admitted and informed the nurse
that she needs care urgently . I didn’t want to furnish details over what happened and how. The nurse
was watching me losing my nerves while filling up her form. I almost knew nothing about Mrs. Singhania
to put in the form. I was told that she might have taken an overdose of drugs and that she’ll be fine in
hours. I was clueless whether I should inform her family or not, but considering that it could get her and
a lot of other people at risk, I felt the hospital. *** I remained shut in my house for four days straight. I
didn’t hear anything from anybody, no calls, no visits. I scarcely slept as I was afraid that some police or
something would visit and frame me for Mrs. Singhania’s plight. I didn’t even know what happened to
her. On the fifth day, I was washing my clothes outside when a delivery guy arrived shouting at me. “Is
that even an address?” he was furious. Indeed finding houses in such colonies was a trouble. I didn’t say
anything and took the parcel. Anxiously I went inside, locked the doors and opened it. There were
clothes inside and a note. I looked at the clothes first. They weren’t formals. They were casual clothes.
“Why would she send me that?” The answer must be in the note. But it only named a restaurant and a
date and time. The restaurant named in the note was one of the most royal restaurants of town. I was
once sent there for cleaning work in a party. “But why does she want me there, another party?” It was
hard to tell if I was excited or threatened. The fact that she sent me something told me at least that she
was okay. *** Friday night, I reached the restaurant on the time mentioned. I was feeling more
confident with those clothes on my body now. It was the finest piece of fabric on my body. Also, this was
a restaurant and I knew how things work in a restaurant. So there wasn’t much to be nervous about,
except the fact that I was about to meet Mrs. Singhania. A table was reserved for us. It was a table for
two. I sat there and kept looking at my watch, drinking a lot of water and doing nothing. Minutes later,
she walked in. She was looking her gorgeous best in the long red dress. I was stunned by her beauty. I
got up to pull the chair for her but there was another man for the job today. She sat down and asked if I
ordered anything already. I nodded otherwise. “Thank you” she said. I kept looking at her and smiled.
She was a different woman today altogether- polite, gentle and no smirking. I didn’t know how to ask
her about the entire hospital thing, but visibly she was all well. And her gratitude showed that she must
be aware that I took her to hospital. And the fact that she was sitting right here told me that she wasn’t
troubled by the family. “How are your son and husband?” I asked casually to strike a conversation. To
this, she laughed. “No, they didn’t find out”. She was a clever woman. She knew what I wanted to ask. I
thought for a second to ask about Shreya madam too, but ate my lips. She was keenly observing me.
“You have been summoned by Mrs. Kapoor” she said smiling miserably. “Who?” I asked promptly. “Mrs.
Kapoor. The woman whose face you covered in your cum” she said right on my face and giggled. I had
never seen a woman so out spoken. Hearing from her mouth about my act and my cum actually turned
me on. But, now that she knew about Shreya madam, I didn’t know what she would do. “What does she
wants?” I asked acting innocently. “You and me, for her” she replied unapologetically. “What?” I was
loud. The food had arrived. The only thing I was confidant were my eating etiquettes. I used the knives
and forks to quickly and nicely serve the dishes into our plates and bowls. When our plates were loaded
and we began to eat, she elaborated. “Shreya is a damn competitive and sinful woman. She was the one
who introduced us to the world of lust. And who knows better than you now, she rules it” she told me
this like she’s telling a mystery story. I kept nodding. “She likes men who obey, but absolutely love men
who subjugate her. What did she make you do?” “Nothing actually. I was merely sitting there and
helping her with cigarettes and stuff. Whatever was happening was between her and Leena.” “Yes,
Leena is her pet.” “Yeah, I saw that. Then another two women entered and the women began going
down on one another.” “You describe it so well. I didn’t know you have that talent too.” I felt shy for a
moment, and continued, “When Shreya madam was done with Leena, the other two women got over
her and began to please her with all they can do, but you know Shreya madam”. “Yes, I know her. She
called you then?” “She ordered me to be right next to her mouth and she began to blow my dick while
the other two women fucked her holes.” I saw that she was feeling a bit uneasy when I spoke. Maybe
my words were turning her hot. She was listening with her eyes wide open and her hand reaching her
thighs. I continued my story. “She kept blowing me like a bitch and just when I was about to cum, she
had an orgasm and she withdrew”. She was getting really excited now. She called the manager and said
something in his ear. He rang a number from the desk and immediately signaled a yes handing her a
card. She got up and asked me to follow. We took the lift straight away reaching the seventh floor in
seconds. I didn’t know there was a hotel on the top of that restaurant. She swiped the card on the door
sensor, and we walked in. I knew it was my story of that night that turned her on and she must be
craving for more. “What did you do then?” She asked with her signature wicked smile returning to her
face. I didn’t know what occurred to me that I held her from behind and pushed her to the wall. “What!
What are you doing?” she said powerlessly even though she didn’t resist. “I was so turned on by the
bitch that my dick was about to explode” I said. I moved my hand towards her front touching the side of
her curves. “Ohh Ravi, what did you do then?” Her tone was seductive now. I knew how horny she was
turning into. “She slept after blowing me midway. That bitch deserveded to be punished”. “Ohh yesss
RAVI. Punish that bitch”. She held my hands and placed them over her boobs. I pressed them for a while
but I didn’t want her hands to interfere. I withdrew my hands from her grip and instead grabbed her
hands and kept them on the wall. Her face and boobs were buried into the wall as I pushed her from
behind and then her hands were glued on the wall. She was my captive now, completely without any
protection. “I got on the bed and sat over her” I removed my hands now but she kept her own glued to
wall as if I tied them there. With both hands I tore the straps of her long red dress and it fell to ground.
“Ohh god” my jaw dropped. She wore a leather black brassiere and panties, the typical outfits that
dominatrix wear in porn. I never knew if all these things were real too. I pulled the brasserie by its strap
on her back and pulled it tight. “Ahhh” she cried out and I began to speak again, “I grabbed her big busty
boobs in my hands and pressed them as hard as I can” my story went on and on. My hands were all over
her bra and were squeezing the boobs with all my might. “Ahhh Ravi, punish me” she uttered feeling
herself like Shreya madam. “Yes, my bitch” I was all horny now. I began to push the boobies into each
other while still standing beside her with my dick almost getting into her. “I can feel that cock in my ass”
said Mrs. Singhania and I continued the play of my hands more firmly and forcefully. “I then put my dick
between her titties and made her give me a tittyfuck in her sleep. God ! It felt the best” as I uttered this
she freed herself from my grip and turned to my side with her back on the wall. Next moment, she went
down on her knees and I could see her big juicy boobs from the top. It wasn’t all, she unhooked her
brassiere and they were out in the open for me to see. Sure they were not as big as Shreya madam’s but
they seemed no less attractive or juicy. The praise for Shreya madam’s jugs must have made her jealous.
She wanted to show me what she can do. She didn’t bother to even remove my pants, instead she
unzipped and got hold of my dick from my underwear and pulled it out from the hole. My hard dick
hanging right next to her face. She held it in her hands and touched her boobs with it. They felt so soft
and pulpy. She then slapped my dick on her juicy tits and said seductively, “That dick of yours is so hard
on my boobies. What did you do then?” I almost lost track of what I was telling her. Who can think of
anything when one’s dick is slapping the most beautiful boobs one had ever seen. “I spit on her boobs to
make them more sloppy” I said tightening my jaws with pleasure. She showed her filthiest side. She
gulped my dick for a moment and when it came out, it had all her saliva over it. Then she rubbed that on
her boobs and said, “Will this work?” I almost jumped with the thrill. My cock was all wrapped in her
thick saliva and she moved all of it on her boobs. I didn’t want to tell her this, but she was no less sultry
than Shreya madam. “Bitch!” this was the first time I called her that and I saw the broad smile on her
face. She loved it from my mouth. “I then fucked her tits till my dick was all set to cum” I told further.
“Not so soon master” she said and sliced my meat between her tits. Now she grabbed her boobs and
moved the flesh up and down. This was what I wanted from Shreya madam and worked out myself. But
here, she was doing everything I wanted on her own. My dick was moving from the lower side of her
curves to as high as her chin. If she was lying on the bed and doing the same thing, my dick would have
reached her mouth. “Then I got off her and pulled her to the edge of bed” my sound was much more
aggressive now. “Why would you do that?” she smirked naughtily. “Because I wanted the bitch to taste
my dick” “Yes, master” she said and in a sudden move, gulped all my dick. The story was a reality now,
all of it. “Ohhh bitchh” I was losing sense now. She was so good at it. Her mouth was all warm and she
was drooling over it. My dick almost disappeared in her wet mouth. It was not the first time she was
blowing me, but the first time I was watching it. Trust me, watching her worship my dick was ten times
more pleasurable than how it felt physically. Every time the dick came out of her mouth, it was wrapped
in the fluids of her mouth, white sticky bubbled saliva. I was moaning like a wolf now and she began to
touch herself with one hand while her other hand pushed my dick in and out of her mouth. It was all
damn sloppy and my dick made a mess of her face. “Shreya madam’s mouth was all tasty…” I could
barely finish my words and her hands and mouth got rough. She began sucking my dick harder and
deeper and I could no longer take it. I knew talking about Shreya madam drove her mad and I wanted to
take full advantage of it for bringing out the filthiest of her. But honestly, she was no lesser a bitch and
so I thought there’s nothing wrong in praising her too. I added, “but nowhere close to you”. She knew
that I mended my words but she liked the fact that I did. She got another of her hand to hold my dick
and took out her tongue to lick the tip of my dick. I began to lose a drop or two but she took all of it on
her tongue. Her eyes were staring me like a wild beast who just found something worth their thirst. I
held her hair and she withdrew her hands knowing my intentions. Now I began to push her face into me
and fucking her mouth with my dick. She pretended as if she was shocked at this, but her eyes couldn’t
hide the pleasure she was getting in being fed my dick. I held her hair tighter and took my dick deeper in
her mouth. Expect the last inch, it went all down her throat and when I withdrew she choked with
cough. I knew I had pushed her limits. “And then”, I was shivering and my words were unclear now, “I
burst on her face and neck” the story was coming to an end. My hands were pushing her really rough
into my dick and her mouth was making mad noise. “And just when I was done kissing, that bitch kissed
my dick to tell me that she was fucking awake all that while” I uttered my last. She smiled at the end of
story. I got my hands off her and picked her up. She got a thumb down her panties and removed them
smoothly though her legs. I knew she wanted much more than my dick in her mouth today. She looked
into my eye while she leaped back on the wall, lifted a leg and guided my cock to her wetness. My cock
felt a burning sensation. It was as if her pussy was on fire. She gently stroked my dick on her clitoris. One
of her leg was in the air and I granted it support of my arm. This allowed her to take both her hands
down on my cock and push it down her pussy. She began to rub it a little harshly and a moment later,
my dick got inside. I WAS INSIDE HER. For the first time in my life my dick got inside a woman’s body.
And it was no ordinary woman. It was Mrs. Singhania, a woman I couldn’t have thought of fucking in my
dreams. And now she was the one who was holding my dick in her fingers and making its way down her
vagina. “Ahh, Ravi. That feels so gooood” she was hardly looking at me as if lost in her own world. Her
fingers were grabbing my dick tightly and were pushing it back and forth. What began as a gentle affair
between our genitals, turned really dirty very soon. I removed her hands from down there and locked on
the wall with my hand. I lowered my body a bit and began to push my dick into her. In two three strokes,
I began to almost dig more than half of my dick inside her. “Ravvviiii, you’re fucking me mad” she
moaned loudly. Her words only turned me on even more. I paused for a second and then began to fuck
her ruthlessly hard. “Noooo, nooo. Ravi, please. I can’t take it that deep” I heard her yelling. I knew that
she had not taken a lot of dicks that deep, but what is sex if not pushing limits. The deeper I fucked her,
the insanely she moaned, and dirtier, “You fucking master. Fuck my cunt like I am a whore”. The position
was tiring for both of us. I backed off and she exhaled heavily in relief. I then bent her forward such that
her hands rested on the wall and began to hunt her holes. She was breathing heavy in doggystyle
waiting to be fucked. Her hands guided me again to her pussy and I began to enter her. Her pussy was
tighter in standing doggystyle which made it more pleasurable. I grabbed her ass for support and she
begged me to fuck her, “Ravi, yeah baby. Fuck me like the worst whore in the world”. I slowly began
penetrating her but as I got comfortable I began to fuck her insanely. “Fasssterrrr” she was moaning in
pain. I fucked her faster. “Harderrrrr” came another voice. I gathered up her hair and pulled them with
my arms and began to fuck her harder and deeper. “Aaaaah ! Fuck me boyyy. Fuck me hard. Make me a
whoreeee” she was at her filthiest now. I felt a rush in my veins and realized I might just cum. She had
blown me so much that I could hardly fuck her this much before feeling like shooting up. But I wanted to
fuck her more, atleast in one more position. I withdrew and she cried foul, “No, Don’t stop Ravi. I am
almost cumming. Please, please give it to meeee”. I didn’t pay any attention to her words. I made her
stand straight and then pushed her against the wall. This was the position where I first held her when we
entered the room and I wanted to finish this way only. All of her body was sandwiched tightly between
me and the wall. I took my dick in hand and began to loiter it between her legs. My dick found a hole
and I dug in. “That’s my ass you bastardd” she screamed. I quickly withdrew but she interrupted. “Get it
right back, you dog”. It took me a moment to realise how badly she loved it. I dug it again and began to
grind it. Her boobs were pressed against the walls and she was moaning in a jeered tone, “fuck my
asssholeee”. It was so tight, my dick could barely move in. I fucked her in the ass for a minute but then
found the pussy again. The pussy was all dripping by now and it was a cakewalk for the dick now. I got
my hand on her face and pressed it against the wall. She loved it and kept saying insane things. I began
to destroy her pussy in fucking her all deep. I then began to grind my dick inside her. Seconds later I
realized I was about to cum and there was no way it could take any longer. My hands got off her and I
moved a step back. She was a smart woman. At once she turned back and got on her knees. I began to
stroke my cock to cum but she took my hand off. She then used her hands to jack it off like a pro. My
dick was next to her boobs and inches away from that, her mouth all open with tongue out. “Goddddd” I
blasted all upon her. But she didn’t stop stroking the cock even after taking the entire load on her boobs.
I moved back a few steps and threw myself upon the bed. “What just happened?” She broke into
laughter. The she got up and went to the washroom for a shower. It took me some time to come back to
senses. The woman I just fucked and jazzed up was Mrs. Singhania. I got so carried away that I called her
everything from a bitch to a whore. I was all of a sudden trapped in guilt for treating her so roughly. She
came out minutes later wrapped in a towel. She then smiled at me while she wore back her black
leather brassiere and panties. I realized I had not tasted her yet. In both of our encounters so far, it has
been her upon me and not the other way around.

I did not yet know how her boobs or pussy tasted like. I was yet to show her my warm side. I thought
she would judge me for the filth I had thrown upon her today. But she wasn’t giving any fucks about it.
She dressed back elegantly in her red dress and began to see herself in the mirror. I got off the bed and
began picking up my clothes when she roared, “Who told you to get out of the bed?” I swiftly got back
again. She was again the ‘Mrs. Singhania’ I met at her apartment, loud and commanding. “I would see
you soon. Keep your ass on this bed until I return.” I nodded in agreement even though I hardly knew
what she meant by this. “In the meanwhile, enjoy the hotel. Until I am back, I want you to remain in the
bed. I have heard they serve great food” she began to move out. Right when she was on the door, she
turned back one last time, “Did somebody tell you, I am the mistress of this hotel”. I kept looking at her
in amusement as she stormed out of the suite. The sweet Tooth A gentle knock on the door woke me
up. I was lying naked in the hotel suite that Mrs. Singhania got us into. I had no sense of time. I jumped
out of bed and looked out for my clothes. They were scattered all over the place. I managed to dress
myself up and gave a call to the door, “Coming, one second.” I opened the door. A lady dressed up in
white shirt and short skirt walked in. I wondered if this was even real. “Who dresses up in Indian hotels
like that?” I said to myself, “but then, how many hotels have I seen.” She came inside and kept some
juices and snacks on the dressing table by the bed. She then addressed me, “The dinner is ready”. “Can I
get it here” I sounded so lost. “Yes sir, right away” she took a step back and then looked back at me,
“Would you be needing any other service?” She bent her front a little so as her boobs were popping out
a little. I thought she was merely teasing me. I told her “No” in a straight tone. As she got out of the
room. I went back to bed. I vividly remembered the happenings of the evening. I picked up my phone to
check if my employer at the restaurant gave me any calls, but there wasn’t any. “Am I fired?” I had no
clue. Suddenly my phone beeped. There was a message. ‘Good boy’. I didn’t understand at first. “Why
would Mrs. Singhania send me this, now?” I was only wondering when another message came. ‘You look
so cute when you try to use your little dirty mind. Stop thinking, have fun.’ I realized, I was being
videotaped. And she was having a live stream of my stay in the room. That maid was just a pawn sent for
my test. This felt very violating. Somebody watching you at their will was an act of extreme control. Ten
minutes later, the bell rang again and the maid this time brought a serving table with all the food. I told
her that I would serve myself and sent her back. Mrs. Singhania was again taking a test of my nerves. I
wanted to be loyal to her. Afterall it was her who picked me up from my routine life and threw this
luxury upon me. I ate my lungs out. I worked in the restaurant and got all the free food, but eating
everything like a royal customer felt just amazing. I switched on the television but slept before I could
even settle to watch. *** I spent three days in the fine suite with all the great food and service. But I
began to feel lonely and desperate. On the top of it, the fact that I was under surveillance made things
worse. I thought of reaching out to Mrs. Singhania for getting me out of here, but I knew that if she
hasn’t done that yet, she must be having a plan. On the fourth day, I heard a constant knock on the
door. “Must be Mrs. Singhania”. I jumped from bed and got my clothes all settled. I opened the door, it
was indeed her but she was a different woman that day altogether. She stormed inside the room and
buried herself in the bed. She was crying and trying to hold back her tears. I closed the door and got
back to her. She didn’t say anything and kept sobbing, occasionally breaking into bitter cry. I watched
her for a while and then made way for myself next to her in the bed. I was clueless what to do, so I
simply moved my hand over her shoulders. She hugged me tightly and began crying even louder. I didn’t
interfere. “Am I a horrible person?” she asked. “No” I replied instantly. “Am I a whore?” she asked again.
“No. I think you are a very sweet person”. I didn’t know what bothered her. It didn’t matter, what
mattered was that the lady who have been generous to me was in pain. I comforted her by gently
touching her hair and forehead. She didn’t say anything further. She closed her eyes but kept sobbing. A
minute into it and she slept. *** I didn’t remember how I slept too besides her. When I woke up, she
was sitting by the window and looking outside. I knew something had upset her, but I didn’t know what
to do about it. I went and sat next to her. She noticed me but didn’t say a thing. I held her hand and she
clutched my fingers tightly. I didn’t know if she was broken and was looking for stitches or if she was
tired of holding herself back and wanted to break down. Her hands kept hiking and reached up to my
shoulders, she stared me in the eye and I planted a kiss on her cheeks. Our breaths got heavier and I
kissed her again, this time on her lips. As the lips met, something kindled within us. The kiss was gentle
and warm. Our tongue remained glued for a while. Our lower lip kept licking one another and before we
realized, we were turned on. Just when she parted the lips to breathe, I went down her neck and began
to lick her. Her skin was so soft. She was aroused by the touch of my lips on her. My hands were on her
face, touching her, feeling her and embracing her. She was way too beautiful. My lips kept going down
and I noticed the beginnings of her curves. I placed my hand on her back and I removed her gown from
her shoulders. She was left with only with her intimate cloths now, which were sea blue in colour. I
leaped over her and began to kiss on her breasts. She was smiling now and gently moaning. I touched
her cleavage and began to cover it with my passionate kisses. She had no choice but to unhook her
brassiere for me. She looked straight into my eyes as if inviting me to go deeper. For the first time, I had
her boobs so intimately. I fondled her nipples and they erection was telling me how horny she was. I
lightly bit her around the nipples and she began to turn wild. But I calmed her down by swallowing a
huge portion of her boobs. She tried to push me back but I didn’t move a bit. She then held my hair
tightly and pushed me further into her boobs. I gave her the control over the movement of my head.
She rubbed my face on her boobs and began to moan like a woman bit by lust. “Bite me again” she
begged. I wanted to fulfill her desire, but not so easily. I began to lick in circles around her boobs
narrowly escaping her nipples. She went mad. She grabbed my hair once again and placed it deep in to
her boobs. I asked if she would sit on the wooden arch of the king-size bed. She obliged. She tried to fold
her legs but then I made her spread her legs making my intention clear. She maintained her sitting
position as if sitting on a throne. Then like a dog, I began to lick her panties. Her hands began to pull off
my head but I didn’t move an inch away from the panties. “You dog. You have made my panties so very
wet. You filthy dog….” She was all wild now. I made the panty wet with my kisses and she had to stand
for a moment and drop it off. I looked at her nude body for a moment and then pushed her back to the
sitting position inserting my tongue in her clitoris. “Fuckkk my clit” she began to moan incessantly. I kept
licking her and digging my tongue into her pussy lips. Her moaning only heightened as I went deeper. My
tongue was rolling over her pussy and I stroked my tongue up and down inside her. She screamed as if
someone was murdering her. She was dying indeed, of pleasure. I then did something that she could not
not expected of me in the middle of wild sex. I pulled her down on the bed and climbed over her. I held
her face in my hands and stared her continuously for few seconds. She dropped her moaning and
seduction and stared me back. It was a moment of a hundred realizations. In the middle of sex, we were
thinking about two of us, about what we were sharing and about what we meant for each other. Tears
rolled over her eyes and I hugged her tightly. “Mrs. Kapoor have asked me to lend you to her” she told
me again. Maybe this disappointed her. “What does that mean?” I tried to make sense of what her fears
were. “She wants three of us to have sex at her mansion. Me, you and her”. “But why is that scaring
you?” “She is trying to fuck with my mind. She knows that I have found you, my own sub and that you
have affection for me. She would try to put me down in front of you. She would try to humiliate me and
you for her pleasure”. “Can’t you say no?” “No. No way. I want to remain in company of the women at
her club. They do mean a lot for me even though I don’t like them at all times. I am just sick of Shreya’s
dominant persona now even though I once loved it. I have found my own desires, my own fantasies, and
now she wants to steal you from me?” “How come she’ll steal me? I am not going anywhere.” “She
loves the fact that no man could resist her. Even someone in full control of his balls could not hold
against her seduction. This gives her control over men. It’s like she can make anyone slave for her body.
Didn’t she make you cum over her in her sleep?” “I did. And I was stupid. All of it was so new to me. And
indeed, I felt lustful to her acts of domination and her busty boobs, the moment I rubbed my dick
between them, I couldn’t hold my dick from cumming. But that doesn’t mean I’ll be her slave. Or she can
steal me from making love to you. You are the one who discovered me from the dungeons I lived in and
brought me here, on the center stage”. “But the moment you will be in bed, you’ld only want to fuck
her”. “That you will have to see me to believe my words. I assure you Mrs. Singhania, my loyalty is
towards you. And so would be my lust”. I guess my words comforted her. She sobbed for a second and
then stared at me in her typical naughty manner. “Call me Monika” her tone was instructing, “and fuck
the hell out of me”. Her words gave a thrill to my dick. I got off her and stood up straight on the bed. I
removed all my clothes and turned my back towards her only to lie again but this time, with my head
between her legs and my dick right over her mouth. “Sixty nine, I love it” she sounded so excited but I
shut her mouth by stuffing my dick inside her mouth. I then bent over and began to lick her between her
pussy and asshole. She was unable to control the pleasure. The only way she had to express that ecstasy
was by deep-throating my dick inside her. Her hands were rolling my dick up and down and her mouth
was slapping my cock with her tongue. I wasn’t going to do everything right away. I began to lick the
insides of her thighs and kept my dick fucking her mouth. I then slipped my tongue around the clitoris
and rubbed it with a finger while my tongue circled it. She almost ate my dick by her jaws. I had to pull
off my dick and I punished her instantaneously for this wild act of her by getting my tongue deep into
her wet pussy. It made a lot of noise with my tongue striking the wetness. I explored inside to hit the g-
spot. “Nooo, not the tongue. Not so deeeeeeeeeeeep. Pleeeeeeeeease, No Ravi. Not the tongue, pull it
outtttttt” she was blabbering now. I didn’t care for anything and brought my fingers with my tongue into
her pussy. She screamed like a bitch and I loved it. “Take them outttt. Take them awaaaay. Noooooo.
Pleaseee” I just can’t take her words anymore. She found no way to stop me so she gulped my dick again
and held it by one of her hands shaking it roughly inside her mouth. I quickly withdrew from the pussy to
stop her. But would she care to listen now. I turned us upside down so that I was lying on the bed now
and her pussy was right over my face and my dick was all inside her mouth that she was eating like a
wild beast. I had to pull her hair to make her drop it off her mouth. We were both animals now.

She got off me and lied on the bed inviting me to enter her. Missionary was a perfect way to start
getting deeper into one another. I spread her legs and found a spot for my dick to heat her up. I started
with spanking her wetness with my dick and it made a splashing sound. I then held my dick against the
and rubbed it too roughly. She closed her eyes and simply moaned asking for more. A few games later, I
went inside her. Gentle at first and then, a bit faster. She was moving with the rhythm of my dick inside
her. I then held her legs in both my arms and fucked her hard. Her moaning tone immediately changed
gear from pleasure to filthy. She began to call me all kinds of dirty names to provoke me to fuck her
harder. I followed suit. Seconds later, she asked me to lie down and she sat over the junction of my
thighs. She managed to smoothly sit over my dick such that all of it was inside her. She folded her legs
on both my sides and began to ride me. I felt like an animal that was getting fucked by someone on the
top. It was as if she was ruling me, whipping me. She went all slow at times, moving back and forth, then
taking her legs out and bending backwards, she grinded my dick. I never knew her pussy could take so
much. I had the best view of her big juicy boobs bouncing as she rode me. She then put her hands back
on the bed and fucked me in a wild rage. My dick felt like a rocket that she was igniting with her passion.
She was in full control now. She got up and again sat on me, stuffing my dick inside, but this time in
‘reverse cowgirl’. Now her ass was on my side and she faced the window. Like a ghost took her over, she
fucked me so hard and fast like she wanted to punish me. My dick was only giving her back as hard as
she was hitting it. I grabbed her ass and began to lift her body. She let me handle her for a while. I was
lifting her from her ass and pounding her back into my dick. The dick was all filled with pussy juices and
was dripping every time her body left it. The pussy lubricated it so much that hardly we realized the
difference between dick inside and out. I was beginning to get tired up. She was so rough and so very
wild. After all I was just a man, and a twenty two year old boy to be precise fucking a woman almost
double my age and manifold in (s)experience. I lifted her up and dragged myself to a wall over the bed.
She went off the bed to the refrigerator and picked up a beer. She opened the can and asked me to keep
my legs straight on the bed. She then climbed first on the bed and then on me. It was a cakewalk for the
dick to get into the pussy. Her boobs were right on my face now and I had no intention to let them go. I
grabbed her boobs and bit the nipples. She shouted with joy. She began drinking the beer as I was
grabbing her juggs tight and squeezing the life out of them. All this while, she kept drinking and riding
me like she’s riding a horse. She spilled some of the beer in excitement and it came straight down her
neck on her cleavage. I took my tongue out and licked her skin between the boobs. I was about to climax
and I asked her to allow me to finish. But she was too adamant a bitch to let me get off so easily. She
began to kiss me all over again to cool me down and to delay my climax. She went down on me and took
my dick in her mouth. I felt as if I would just cum right in her mouth. But she didn’t blow me this time.
Instead she played roughly with my balls. In a minute I felt like I can go on a bit more. I now wanted to
fuck her my way. I made her be on her fours, both hands and knees on the bed and my bitch was ready
to take it, doggystyle. I didn’t give her any oral pleasure this time and directly and with all my might
shoved my dick in her pussy. “Fuckk me Ravi, one lassssst time” she was at her loudest. I held her hair
and folded a leg to mine to exert as much force as I can and began to fuck her like a mad hound. In and
out, deeper and faster, my dick was breathing its last and fucking her to the orgasm. She asked me not
to stop in any case. I made the pace even faster, faster than I could hold the dick in my control. All my
body got stiff for a second and the moment I pushed her out my dick exploded all over her ass. The dick
was so stiff that drops of my cum went as far as her back and hair. I immediately collapsed on the bed. “I
guess you’re ready to fuck me to hell in front of Mrs. Kapoor now” she said and wrapped herself in my
arms. *** The Dessert Over the week I and Mrs. Singhania got really fond of each other. She was no
more the bossy figure I knew her as in the beginning. As I became intimate with her, in bed and in her
affairs, I realized that she was a bold woman who was unapologetic about her choices. She had desires,
she knew them and she found ways to get them fulfilled. “Am I like Shreya then?” she asked me one
day. “No” I replied confidently, “Not at all. You are not Shreya because you don’t want to be her”. I got
familiar with calling Shreya madam by her name at times, but Monika madam was still Mrs. Singhania in
my head. That detail about her, that she’s a wife of a multi millionaire who doesn’t sleep without a good
fuck from me made me horny even when she left. I was living in that hotel for ten straight days now. She
told me that I am free to fuck the hot maid who comes for the housekeeping, but I told her otherwise.
My dick was committed to her wetness now. It sounded cheesy, but it was true. It was only her thought
that turned me on and I wanted to be as loyal to her as she demands. The stay in all these days at hotel
showed me both, the beautiful and ugly side of life of rich. Even though I had all the luxury in my suite, I
craved for freedom. I craved for people of my neighborhood who hardly talked to me, but smiled at me
every time I left for work or came back. I wanted to go out and drink tea from a roadside stall. That is
what I was and I didn’t want to change that part of me. But certainly, a lot had changed in me. I no more
had to open porn now to titillate myself. My life was an erotic adventure altogether. For the first time in
last month I saw Mrs. Singhania nervous on the day we had to meet Shreya madam. She dressed herself
in a revealing black outfit. Her breasts were popping out and her dress didn’t cover much of her legs. I
was sure that she must have handpicked the lingerie for herself to suit the occasion. But nothing helped
her against her anxiousness. In what she had told me so far, I could made out that Shreya madam had a
dominant relationship with her where her pleasures and desires were exploited merely for Shreya
madam’s pleasure. Initially Mrs. Singhania like all other women of the club loved and got aroused from
being submitted to Shreya madam. But, Mrs. Singhania was over her. She had a new dominant side that
she explored with me and that brought her too far from the ‘submitting old Mrs. Singhania’. I didn’t let
our histories with Shreya madam took over us. I knew that only thing that pleased her was humiliation
and denying others pleasures. So all I wanted that day was to pleasure myself and Mrs. Singhania to the
zenith of our orgasmic limits. A special costume was ordered for me. I looked more handsome than I
ever did. A BMW was sent for me by Mrs. Singhania who wanted to make this day all special. I boarded
the car and was amazed to see its interiors and the comfort it gave me. I forgot all about the life I had
lived so far and began to dream of getting as close to Mrs. Singhania as was possible in the world where
we were two extremes, she the married wife of a multi millionaire and I, young waiter. The driver woke
me up and I looked outside. It was a place among the hills, perhaps Lonavala. An isolated huge bungalow
with no other settlement in sight was standing right outside. He opened the door and I went off. A lady
welcomed me and took me to the insides of the mansion and it took us almost five minutes to walk from
the gate to the door of the building. Shreya madam was right in front of me when I entered. She was
wearing a studded ruffle deep V neck dress, the likes of which I had only seen on fashion television. The
dress was looking so graceful and appealing on her. It allowed her to exhibit her cleavage, the core of
her sensuous and overwhelming curves. Her legs were thick and her sandals high. “This woman surely
knows how to dress” I was left to wonder. She walked towards me and gave me a hug. The touch of her
breasts on me gave me a quiver on my dick. It was just the beginning. She was the perfect seductress.
Mrs. Singhania greeted me from where she was standing in the guest lobby. I felt a bit ashamed. Since I
entered I didn’t notice anything but Shreya madam. Mrs. Singhania was looking appealing too. We sat
on the couches and Shreya madam generously offered and served us drink. As a matter of coincidence,
the waiter was getting served by such a rich bitch. What might have started like any other order from
Shreya madam to her sub, Mrs. Singhania had become a question of their reputation, a combat which
both of them so wanted to win and the judgment of it lied in my hands. Or on my dick, to be precise.
*** The light conversations soon began to take dark turns. Shreya, whom I no more referred to as
madam, even in my mind was all over the couch. She was laughing, joking and fooling around. She was
the centre of attraction. She told me tales of how she met Mrs. Singhania and how Mrs. Singhania was
so dumb about everything sexual eight years back. She told me all the ways in which Mrs. Singhania was
humiliated so far and I put on a fake smile. It felt not a good feeling to even hear what all Shreya was
telling me and that served her purpose. She was humiliating Mrs. Singhania in and out. It was hard for
me to believe why and how Mrs. Singhania received so much her her filth. But it was no different than
what I did way back at her apartment. It’s the thing with submission, it gives you pleasure in pain and
humiliation. Shreya began to narrate an incident when Mrs Singhania was made to lick and clean
footwears as a fantasy. Mrs. Singhania at this point got up and left the hall. Shreya let out a big boo and
jumped in excitement. When she was moving, her big boobs bounced so much. I could barely move my
eyes off her. She stood up and got rid of her dress and oh dear lord! She was wearing a shining violet
Victoria’s secret Brasserie and a matching violet thong between her legs. She then sat on the floor on all
her fours and began to walk towards me like a tigress. I only looked at her in amazement. Her boobs
were looking stunning in that brassiere as she approached me. When she came up to my legs, she
leaped for the buttons on my pants. She didn’t use her hands and unbuttoned me with her jaws. I felt
like my dick was going to be eaten by a shark. I couldn’t wait for her to undress me and so I did it myself,
removing my pants and underwear and threw them across the hall. I now went and sat on a couch
diagonally opposite to where she was on the floor. She turned and walked to me on all her fours, again.
It was an unbelievable sight. Her boobs hanging and bouncing in that shining violet bra. For a moment I
thought I won’t need a hand or mouth, my dick will just explore by the sight of her. She took time to
walk up to me. It gave me all the time to stare at her and hell, my dick was rock hard. The moment my
dick disappeared into her mouth, it felt as if the entire world would crumble. She gave the warmest
feeling my cock ever felt. She was soft, and tangy with her tongue. She was playing with saliva drooling
over my mouth in circles and loops. If seduction was an art, she was the greatest artist of century. A
woman I didn’t even want to face an hour back was giving me a taste of her tongue and I realized why
people become her slave. Mrs. Singhania entered the hall looking furious. She came straight to us but
didn’t have the courage to push Shreya aside. I didn’t want it either. I was in the middle of best blowjob I
ever had and I wanted it to last forever. Witnessing there ain’t much for her, she undressed and climbed
the couch managing to spread herself on the backframe such that I could lick her down there. She found
the perfect place. Shreya was blowing me leaps and bounds and my face was dug in Mrs. Singhania’s
pussy that was yet to be wet. If anybody was here to witness this sight, they would have cum in their
pants. It was going so hot. The more Shreya provoked me, the wilder I got on Mrs. Singhania. The three
of us were on fire. Shreya wanted to eat the dick while I was standing, but Mrs. Singhania wanted my
mouth buried in her pussy. I chose to go Shreya’s way and pushed Mrs. Singhania a bit to dree my head
from between her thighs and stand in the middle of the hall. Shreya got on her knees but Mrs Singhania
wasn’t far behind. The two sat arm to arm on their knees begging for my dick. I stuffed my dick in
Shreya’s mouth first and noticed the jealousy in Mrs. Singhania’s face. But within seconds, I pulled out
off Shreya and stuffed Mrs. Singhania’s mouth. Shreya didn’t wait much and used her hands to push
away Mrs. Singhania a little and take back the cock in her mouth. It was like a combat between the two
now and I pulled off. “I want both of you whores on me, together” I ordered. The two looked at each
other and then agreed. My dick was covered by two pair on lips now. While one ate my balls, the other
took it deepthroat. The two sandwiched my dick between their lips and when I withdrew, they kissed
each other. The threesome was getting hotter now. Shreya held Mrs. Singhania by her hair and took her
to the couch. Shreya pushed her to the couch and began going down on her pussy. It could see Mrs.
Singhania losing her mind. I wanted to fit in too. I went for Shreya’s ass while she was lying on the cough
eating Mrs. Singhania. I pushed aside her thongs and kept licking between her legs. She was now getting
it from me and giving it to Mrs. Singhania. She was harder on Mrs. Singhania now. I then found a space
on the couch between her legs and began to take my face upon her pussy. She was so very wet and
smelly. The moment she realised I am under her, she rubbed her pussy on my face. I got no chance to
breathe or hold that pussy away. The two women were moaning on their loudest. When she could take
Shreya no more, Mrs. Singhania got up and came towards my side. She caught hold of my dick and
began tasting it. Shreya was only at receiving end now and that made her monstrous upon me, who was
busy on both sides. After we exhausted ourselves in the rush, all three of us let go of one another. I went
for water, while the ladies drank vodka. When I came back from kitchen the two were madly kissing and
rubbing each other. Mrs. Singhania undressed Shreya and I was on my toes getting the sight of Shreya.
Nude with her busty boobs hanging and bouncing, Shreya was every man’s dream. Mrs. Singhania was
licking and touching her as if warming her up for the coming action. I absolutely loved threesome. I held
Shreya by hand and dragged her to the stairs. Then I made her lie down in the slanted position and got
over her on the stairs only. I wanted to fuck her real bad and right away. She was the first to taste my
dick tonight and again, she was the first one to get it inside her. Mrs. Singhania came right away and
helped my dick get into her vagina. It was a hell hole. I began to stroke her and she made as much noise
in her wet pussy as her mouth. “Fuckkk me like a whore” she was unstoppable now. I began to fuck her
like an animal and Mrs. Singhania stood right by our side taking three fingers at a time inside her pussy.
Shreya was moaning way too loud and Mrs. Singhania wanted to shut her up. She watched us for a while
and then she found a place for herself, spreading both her legs on the mouth of Shreya giving her
something other than moaning to do. Fucking Shreya was a dream come true. Her pussy felt like heaven.
I pushed her hard and deep. It was hard to know how much she was loving it. Her mouth was covered
with Mrs. Singhania’s ass . I hit her s spot and in a sudden move, she threw Mrs. Singhania aside. I made
Mrs. Singhania turn back and hold the railing of the staircase and began pounding her. My cock made its
way deep into her. She was thrilled with excitement and began to shiver. “Fuck that bitch. Fuck her
brains out” Shreya was ordering me. She dug her fingers inside her and began pleasuring herself looking
at two of us. Now that all three of us had tasted one another, we proceeded to our destination, the
bedroom. *** The room was all lit with candles and ferry lights. It was scenting of flowers. I was
absolutely in love with Shreya’s hospitality. I picked her up and made her lie on the edge of bed and
stood next to it and pushed myself on to her. She was holding the bedsheet by her fists and was almost
pulling it off. I knew I was fucking her good. Mrs. Singhania was lying beside us pleasuring herself, as if
she had surrendered to my lust for Shreya. She was inevitably the other woman now like she predicted. I
showed Shreya what I was made off. I was sure that she must have had hundreds of men, but I wanted
to be the best of myself and so I fucked her insanely. Our bodies were drenching in sweat. When I was
fucking her deep, I had the first impulse, “Maybe I will just cum”. I pulled off and then lied on the bed. It
was Mrs. Singhania’s turn to be screwed. She quickly sat on my with her folded legs and fucked me like
she was riding a horse. Shreya was pleased at this sight, but she couldn’t remain distant. She sat with
her pussy on my face facing Mrs Singhania. The two bent forward to kiss one another. I was on the
zenith of pleasure. Mrs. Singhania was riding me in all her bewilderment and Shreya was rubbing her
pussy over my mouth. My hands were grabbing her ass and I couldn’t hear or see anything else. When I
got up I almost felt as if I would cum. Both the women were reading it on my face. Shreya took both of
her boobs on her hands seducing me to fuck her the last time and Mrs. Singhania was merely staring
with hope. I closed my eyes and let my heart decide. It went the loyal way. Mrs. Singhania couldn’t
believe her eyes. On the verge of climax, I picked her up against Shreya. Shreya realised that her
seduction won’t work anymore. I wanted to fuck my last in a crazy fantasy. I asked the two women to be
in sixty nine and they were more than happy to follow my orders. The two women kissed and embraced
each other. It quickly turned into a sixty nine with Mrs. Singhania on the top. I went towards Shreya’s
face which was licking Mrs. Singhania. I picked her up a little and began fucking her in doggystyle. To my
amazement, Shreya didn’t pull of her tongue and kept licking her clitoris while I fucked Mrs. Singhania
like a bitch. I fucked her with all my might and Shreya kept stroking her from down. “Fuckkkkkkkk me
Raviiiiiiiiiiiiii.” Mrs. Singhania could not take it from both of us and was inching an orgasm. I was fucking
her like it was my last wish. Shreya wasn’t any lesser ruthless. She knew that Mrs. Singhania is not being
able to take the two of us and so she kept stroking her tongue even faster. Her own pussy was getting
Mrs. Singhania’s mouth whenever she wasn’t shouting. “Fuck me Ravi, make me your whore” she was
blabbering. “You both are the dirtiest bitches on earth” I declared. “And you two are both my whores”.
“I am just about to cum” I warned the duo but they didn’t care at all. Shreya began to lick my balls. Mrs.
Singhania moaned at the top of her voice, “I wantttttttt itttt insideeeeeeeeeeee”. I fucked my last, as
deep as I can. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled out a little spilling some of it inside her pussy and some
dripping down on Shreya’s face. Shreya showed me her gratitude with her signature smirk. The two
woman stared at the cum on themselves and to each other. The three of us freed ourselves and lied
down. It was hard to believe what happened between the three of us. The mess of our fluids all over
each other brought us the realization, we just lived our ultimate fantasy. *** Postscript It was a fine
morning when I woke up in my cozy room. Life was normal again. I didn’t go the restaurant for a month
now. When I finally went, I found out I was fired. I bid goodbyes with all the friends I made there. My
heart was heavy and it was difficult for me to seep in the feeling that my life had taken some
unexpected and strange turns. My owner wished me luck and handed over to me my dues and a letter. I
walked out and sat on a tea stall. These leftover dues were all I had with me and I would have to rebuild
my life from scratch. As I sipped tea, I opened the envelop. I quickly read once, but then read it all over
again to believe it. It was too much for me to sink in. It was a letter of appointment with my name on it
and a designation of Junior Manager at a hotel, whose owner I knew very well. ---------The End----------
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