A Devils’ Desire

A JJ Submission

Hi readers this is your JJ back this time again with a office and matured women's desires. Actually to speak I have been longing for this type of a relationship ever since I first masturbated maybe 12 or 13 reaching the late side of thirties I still have the same wants in me well even after being blessed with a wife whose is 8 year my junior. Let me see where this wonderful dream will take me to. This story picturing is based on the Olympia IT park Eakktuthangal and by the way you can be definite to shag yourself off. Here we go......
"Hold that elevator!"

The doors were just beginning to slide shut when I heard the sound of fast-moving high heels on the lobby's marble floor, and a breathless female voice calling out to me to hold the doors. I reached down and jammed my thumb on the 'open doors' button, just in time to prevent them from closing. As they jerked back open again, the woman stumbled into the elevator with me:

"Thanks!" she said, " I thought I was going to break my ankle running in these heels!"

She was breathing hard, her face a little flushed, as she reached up to fix her hair. She was a good fifteen years older than me; a slim with shoulder-length hair and inviting eyes. Brushing her hair back from her face she flashed me a smile, and the elevator started to move.

"Which floor?" I asked.

"Same as you." she replied, looking down at the button panel and seeing that I had selected '8'.

I looked over at her again, studying her a little closer this time. "Do you work for the software company as well? I don't think I've seen you before."

"Well," she explained, "I'm actually just starting this week. I'm Smitha, the new Regional Account Manager." She extended her hand, eyebrows raised in an inquisitive 'and-you-are?' expression.

"Chris, Security Advisor with the MNC at the same floor outsourced from Securitas" I said, "Which is actually a glorified term for ' Slave'."

"Give me a shout if you need me for anything." I said as we stepped out. "I'll be right here playing Minesweeper and checking my email." She winked and disappeared round the corner into her office. I sat down at my desk, switching on my computer and radio, settling in for another long day of menial office labor.

After half an hour, I got up and walked round to the coffee machine. Partly to get a cup of coffee, but mostly because the machine was located just outside Smitha's office. Placing a cup under the spout, I glanced over my shoulder, peering between the slats of the venetian blind in her window. She was hanging up her coat, and as she stood, reaching up to hang it on the rack behind her desk, I was able to look at her a little more closely. She was a petite woman, narrow-waisted with a tight, firm ass wrapped up in a tight, gray, knee-length business skirt. As she lowered her arms and turned back to her desk, the fabric of her white shirt moved across her chest, allowing me to see the outline of her firm breasts. My eyes lingered there for a little while, before moving up her neck to her face, and I jumped a little when our eyes met and I realized that she had been watching me watch her. She narrowed her eyes a little, and tightened her lips feigning a kind of seething rage, and I raised an approving eyebrow in her direction, pouting and stroking my chin, cartoonishly seductive. We held each other's gaze for a second before her eyes flicked down suddenly. She raised a finger and pointed at the coffee machine. I looked down and emitted a small cry of surprise when I saw the coffee running down the side of the machine and pooling on the carpet at my feet. Blushing, I switched off the machine and fumbled with a fistful of napkins. As I threw the soaking mass of brown tissue into the trash, I glanced back through the blind. Smitha was now on the phone, but she gave me a 'Dear me, how disappointing' look, shaking her head slowly at me, rolling her eyes and fighting back a smile.

I took my coffee back over to my desk and sat down. "Slick, real slick..." I thought to myself. I was just about to start a spreadsheet task I had to do, when my extension rang. I picked it up and leaned back in my chair.

"Hello?"

"Hi Chris, Smitha here."

"Oh, hi." I had a feeling it would be her, "Can I help you with something?"

"Actually I'd like you to step into my office for a second, please"

"Should I bring anything?"

"No, this won't take a moment"

"OK, I'll be right there."

I hung up and stared at the phone for a moment. I straightened my tie and stood up, heading over to her office. I weaved my way through the busy office and paused at her door, taking a deep breath, no idea what to expect. I could hear her at her desk; she was on the phone again. I knocked gently and heard her say "Come in!" So I entered.

She was seated with her shoes off and her feet on the small tea poy, with the phone resting under her chin, listening intently and bouncing the eraser of a pencil on the desk in front of her. She smiled and gestured for me to sit down, pointing the pencil at a chair in front of her desk. She covered the receiver with her hand and whispered "I'll be with you in just a second." Then she removed her hand and resumed her phone conversation: "Yeah...yeah...listen, I...OK, I'll see what I can do..." Her legs were crossed on the smallish stool or tea poy, and her skirt was just above her knee, exposing shapely calves. After a while she removed the phone from her ear and held it at arm's length, allowing the person on the other end to talk for a good twenty uninterrupted seconds, before bringing it back to her ear again to say "Uh huh..." She repeated this several times, obviously not caring what this man (I could hear it was a man) was saying. She shifted in her seat, moving her feet along her side stool, and her skirt rode a little higher. "Sure, sure," she said, her voice tired and exasperated, "OK look I have to go, I have someone here I have to see..." As she said this, her eyes flicked over to me and caught me gazing at her thigh. With a start, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it back down to her knee, sliding her feet off the side stool and sitting straight up in her chair. She held the phone right up to her mouth and raised her voice, "OK, look, I can't talk right now, I'll be home around 6, we can continue this then. Goodbye!" She slammed the phone down hard and paused before looking up at me.

After a moment, she said, "Chris, were you looking at my legs?" I hesitated for a second. All traces of light-heartedness had vanished from her demeanor and I suddenly felt completely lost. "Well, " I finally said, "I might have been glancing at them..." I trailed off, and tried a smile to lighten the mood. "Now listen, Chris," she said, "let's just get one thing clear right now, I will not tolerate any form of sexual harassment." When she said this, I immediately started to protest. "Oh but hang on a second..." I started, but she cut me off, "No, you listen to me! I saw the way you were looking at me through the window just now." I was now completely confused. Our interaction in the elevator had been a little flirtatious, but it was totally unthreatening. Our little exchange of glances through the window was the same way. I mean, I guess I had been checking her out, but surely she knew that I wasn't trying to harass her! "Do you find me attractive?" she abruptly asked. A hesitated, unsure if this was a trick, "Um, well, I mean, sure."

"Were you fantasizing about me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Were you picturing me naked? Imagining what I am like in bed? Visualizing scenarios?"

"No! No, no, I swear..."

"Do you know who that was on the phone just now?"

"Um...I imagine it was your husband?"

"That's right, it was my husband! Do you know what he does for a living?"

"No, what?"

"He's an judge, recently dealing in sexual harassment cases"

There was a long silence. She was looking at me sternly, and I folded my hands in my lap to hide their trembling.

"And do you know what else?"

"What?" I asked, quietly, my head filled with visions of lock ups, fines, jail time.

"He's sleeping with his secretary." She stood up and walked around her desk. "A twenty-two year old bitch with big tits and no brain. He's been fucking her for months now."

I had no idea where she was going with this, so I stayed quiet.

"He thinks I don't know, but I'm not stupid. I could smell her on him when he used to 'come home late from a meeting.' So you know what I did? I left a tape recorder running in his office one afternoon after dropping by unexpectedly. I want you to hear this..." She fumbled in her filing cabinet and pulled out a tape recorder. Laying it on the table in front of me she inserted a tape and pressed 'play'. The first thing I heard on the tape was the end of a conversation between Smitha and a man who I assumed was her husband.

"OK well, I'll leave you to it honey, I'd better get back to work now."

"Right, sweetie, thanks for stopping by. Love you!"

"Love you too..." There was the sound of a quick kiss, and then a door closing. After a few seconds there was a click as if he had locked the door, then footsteps across the carpet. Smitha sat down at her desk and watched me as the tape continued. There was a small click, and the man whispered, "It's OK, honey, she's gone!"

By now Smitha was standing behind me. "Bitch was in the closet the whole time I was there!" she said, almost laughing. The next sounds on the tape were easy to figure out. The sound of a zipper opening, a fumbling sound, and then rhythmical noises, slick and wet, combined with a man moaning in pleasure. "Oh yeah, suck it..." he said, and a muffled female voice said "You like that, Sir? You want me to suck it hard or gently?" He replied, "Suck it nice and gentle, I want to watch you as you do me..."

I felt my cock becoming hard as the sounds increased in frequency. Her rapid, voracious slurping and sucking sounds were almost drowned out by his ecstatic moaning. She started moaning too and I heard a second sound, a quick wet jiggling sound, and I realized she was fingering herself as she sucked him. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, becoming aware of Smitha's eyes on me, and hearing her lock her office door behind me. I started breathing heavily, as I realized that the man on the tape was about to cum:

"Oh god yeah, oh you bitch yeah suck me, drink it all down!" He cried, and I heard the girl choke for a second and then long gulping sounds as she swallowed his cum, both of them moaning. There was a pause on the tape as she sucked him dry, still fingering her pussy faster and faster. Her mouth sounded like it was clamped hard on his wet cock. Her fingers moved faster and faster in her own cunt until she started to cum. The vivid sound of this, combined with Smitha's description of the girl on the tape, created an incredibly clear image of this in my head. My cock was now rock hard – a fact I tried my best to hide from Smitha, who I knew was watching me intently as we both listened to the tape of her husband fucking his secretary. Even though the girl's mouth was firmly plugged by the man's cock, her orgasmic screams were incredibly loud. "Mmm! Mmmm! MMMM! OHHHHHHHH!" she cried, "Fuck my mouth, bitch! Oh yeah, I want to suck you dry!" She squealed a couple more times and then there was silence, apart from heavy panting. After a few seconds of this he breathlessly said, "Oh baby, Smitha hasn't done that for a LONG time..."

Standing right behind me, Smitha leaned over me and quickly shut off the tape. She leaned so close to me that I could smell her skin, a sweet musky scent that told me that she had been doing a little more than just listening while we were listening to the tape. The room was very quiet, and she walked calmly back to her side of the desk, slumping back into her chair.

"Your face is a little flushed." she said "Did you enjoy that a little?"
To be continued......based on request from readers....send in them to seekcompany@gmail.com

Happy Reading

Yours Lovingly

JJ

Tempting Teacher

A JJ Submission


Hi, dear readers this is your JJ with a sizzling hot teacher student combo. Well is a pure imagination which I always wanted to happen with me. Pretty unfortunate I suppose, let me try at least in my imagination I pray it happens the way I always wanted it. Educated in an Anglo Indian school very early I was dreaming about how it would be to be the respective class teachers which I am sure many male will agree with me in having such provoking thoughts. Come with me let’s take a dive in to the ocean of sex with matured women.

She came into the classroom, wearing the red skirt and white blouse that drove him nuts. Her legs were long and sleek under it. He groaned, thinking of how those legs would feel around him, the smooth silky skin rubbing against his bare skin. He closed his eyes and felt his cock harden. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably.

She turned, seeing him sitting there. She couldn't help but smile. She thought how damn good looking he was, how tall, how big, and she shivered. They were meeting late, after everyone had gone for the day. He had asked for additional help with the special project he was working on. She knew in her heart it was dangerous to meet him this way. She knew the way he looked at her. She could almost feel his eyes traveling over her body, the same way she envisioned his hands would. She sucked in a deep breath at the thought.

Standing in front of the mirror that morning, she had chosen this skirt to wear today. Somehow she knew it was his favorite. She tried to convince herself differently, but she knew she was dressing for him that day. She felt wicked and sensual as she selected the laciest undergarments she owned to wear underneath. Her thoughts wandered to Tawfeeq as she dressed.

He was a little older than most of her students. He started college late, after working for a couple of years, but he was still years younger than she was. But she knew she had never looked better than she did at this age. There was a sensuality to her that seemed to radiate from her. And men her own age bored her. They were either dull or poor company, or bitter and angry against women in general, wanting only a sexual fling with no strings attached. God, she hated that phrase anymore. How could sex be fulfilling with a stranger? She wanted to know her lover, inside and out. She wanted to fulfill his fantasies, and her own. She had always told her friends, how can you make love to someone you don't even like?

When she walked into the classroom that day, she had known it was time. He didn't realize that she felt the same way about him that he did about her. She wanted him, and tonight she was going to have him. She had watched him for months, seeing him squirm in his chair, trying to hide his erections. But she knew; she always knew when he was aroused.

"Hello, Ojasvi Mam," he said quietly as he watched her come into the room.

"Hello, Tawfeeq," she replied, her voice husky and low. "How are you this evening?"

"I'm good," he answered, his eyes skimming over her body from head to toe. "Are you ready?"

She started, and looked at him. Did he know what she was thinking? She shook her head, trying to regain her sense of balance. He jumped to his feet, and his strong hand gripped her elbow. "Are you alright, Ma'am?"

She looked up into his eyes, feeling an almost electric shock when his hand touched her skin. God, she thought, they were so blue. She searched his eyes, looking for something deep inside him. She found it.

Taking a deep breath, "No, Tawfeeq, but I will be." She stepped closer to him, her mouth a breath away from his. His hand slid up her arm to her shoulder, his long fingers massaging into the muscles gently. His other hand slid around her waist, and somehow she was suddenly solidly pressed against his body. He pushed her back towards her desk, and lifted her up to sit on the edge of it, standing between her thighs.

She could feel those thighs, those thick, muscular thighs, pressing against hers. She gasped at the incredible heat of his big body, and again looked into his eyes. She waited, and the moment seemed to spin out forever, and she was lost.

She licked her full lips, the tip of her tongue sliding over them wetly. He watched her, his eyes locked on her tongue, and she felt the deep shudder that went through his body. Her hands reached for his waist, and she slowly slid her hands down his hips, and pulled him closer.

Watching the pulse in his neck, she gently slid one hand between his legs, and cupped him. She watched his pulse start to hammer, his cheeks flush, his eyes closing. His voice a harsh whisper, "Mam Ojasvi, I.....I.....ooohhhshit." He gave into the feeling, and pushed his hips towards her, pressing his erection into her hand.

She explored him as she had dreamed of doing for weeks. She molded her hand around the length of it, felt the heat radiating from it, even through his jeans. Sliding her hand lower, she cupped his balls, lifting them, weighing them in her palm. She could't suppress a small moan of pure feminine pleasure.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh," she whispered. She continued her exploration, both hands sliding around to cup his ass cheeks, and pulled him closer still. It spread her thighs wider apart, and forced her narrow skirt to ride higher up towards her hips.

She shifted, and thrust one thigh between his legs, and lifted it up, pressing into him. He groaned again, a low sensual sound. She felt it all the way down inside. Her strong hands kneaded his firm ass while her thigh continued to push against his cock. He opened his eyes, and looked down into her face. 'God, she was beautiful,' he thought. Her cheeks were flushed tan, her mouth open slightly, her chest rising and falling gently.

Looking up at him, she began to unbutton her silk blouse, exposing a lacy cream colored bra, the swell of her breasts above the cups, her neck. Her thigh continued to torment him. She felt the animal inside him, felt it tethered to a strong leash, and she knew he was allowing her this seduction. Somehow that made it all the sweeter.

Letting the blouse hang loosely around her elbows, she reached for the front clasp of the bra and undid it, freeing her full round breasts. She could see his hands clenched into fists at his sides, felt the power in him. She wanted to feel him snap that leash, to release that sexual beast, the one she knew from the first time she looked into his eyes, that dwelled there. She knew instinctively that she could match his power.

Nimble fingers undid his belt, and the snap of his jeans. She slid the zipper down, and dug her hand into it, finding him. She gripped him tightly, then reached to slide the jeans and under garments down below his hips, exposing his cock. 'Goodness, it was beautiful,' she thought. Hard, rock hard, and throbbing. She watched it twitch, and felt a tugging sensation deep in her pussy.

She looked up into his face, and she knew, with just a word, the leash would snap. She took a deep breath, and said, "Fuck me, Tawfeeq."

She felt rather than saw the change come over him. His hands rose to cup her breasts, and he molded them against his palms, the rigid nipples nudging against them. He lowered his head, and his mouth, his hot, wet mouth, devoured her left nipple as his hand continued to maul the right. Her back arched, and she whimpered.

Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him against her. He nibbled and licked his way up her neck, pushing his body between her thighs, and he bit that pale skin with strong teeth. She grunted, and opened her thighs more. She could feel his rigid length pressing against her panties, against her pussy. His hands slid down her back, and he shoved her skirt up till her bottom was against the smooth wood. He tugged her panties aside, and his fingers found her. She groaned.

'Oh, she's wet,' he thought. He slid two fingers into her wet heat, and felt the walls of her pussy grip his fingers. He finger fucked her, shoving his fingers all the way inside her, then halfway out, then deep in again. She moaned and pushed against his fingers, wanting more.

With both hands, he shoved her panties down, struggling to get them down her long legs. Frantically she tried to help, needing him with a breathless anticipation that made her blood pump hot and heavy. His muscles bunched, and he tore them from her. He gripped his cock in his hand, and guided himself to the entrance of her pussy.

Tawfeeq’s eyes searched her, the way hers did before. He wanted to watch her face when he slid into her for the first time. He eased himself in gently, an inch at a time, and watched her come apart. Her head dropped back, thrusting her breasts out, and she lifted her hips in welcome. He sank into her, as far as he could go, and held himself there.

Ojasvi’s body shuddered, adjusting to his thickness filling her. Her hands gripped his forearms, and she fluttered her eyes open, looking up at him. "Fuck....me.....Tawfeeq," she stuttered, barely able to form the words. The power shifted then, from her to him, and he took control.

Strong hands slid under her ass, and he pulled her onto him harder, deeper. And he fucked her. God, how he fucked her. Long sure thrusts, driving himself into her depths again and again. Her upper body dropped down to the desk, lifting her hips up higher. His hands moved to grip her behind the knees, opening her up more, and watched his cock slide into her again and again, emerging slick and wet from her juicy pussy.

He watched her, watched her take from him. Her hips moved, trying to get more friction in just the right spot. He slid one hand to her throbbing, swollen clit, and stroked it in rough circles. The sounds she uttered made goosebumps race over his skin. He held back, wanting to see her explode under his fingers.

Keeping his cock buried in her tight pussy, he rubbed her clit, and she climbed higher and higher. Her hands moved to her breasts, and she mauled them as he took her over the edge. Her body stiffened, and she cried out, a hoarse, deep groan, her hips jerking almost violently against his fingers. He groaned as he felt her pussy spasm and clutch at him over and over as she came. She became hotter, tighter, wetter, and he lost it.

Slamming into her to the hilt, he fucked her. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, and bit it. She shuddered under him, her legs lifting to wrap around his waist. She moved with him, taking him deeper still. His hands gripped her thighs as he started to cum, pouring himself into her, his cries making her body shake. For long moments they shuddered together, the aftershocks rippling from him to her and back again.

Reluctantly he withdrew from her, and lowered her legs. She moaned softly, feeling the stretched muscles protesting. He lifted her up against him, and she kissed him. A long, slow, bone melting kiss that took his breath away. She moved back slightly, looking at him. "My place?" she asked.

"Yes, Teacher, your place," he replied, and took a deep breath and smiled. Somehow he knew it was going to be a long, long night. Comments and feed backs to seekcompany@gmail.com pleasssseeeeeeeeee

Yours Lovingly

JJ

Carnal Carvings

A JJ Submission:

Hi readers, your JJ is back with a bang to take the desires of a matured woman to the next level. Do remember I have put in a lot of effort and time into this story so please let me have your frank feed backs.......

Ramya poured herself a glass of Blender’s Whisky and sat in front of the large vanity mirror in her hotel suite. She was wearing a Mysore silk sari and the leopard print sleeveless blouse. She studied herself critically in the mirror before starting to apply her make-up. Although she was forty-five, her face still retained much of its youthful beauty. Her highlighted brown black hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail accentuating her high cheekbones and bright deep-set eyes. A petite woman, Ramya was in tremendous shape with slender legs, a slim waist and a tight ass. Her breasts, though smallish, were still pert and firm.Ramya sighed and reached into her purse, pulling out a pack of Gold flake king size20's. Flipping the top of the hard pack, she removed one of the long cigarettes and placed it between her potty lips. Once lit, she took a long drag and, exhaling a thin stream, placed her cigarette in the ashtray next to the mirror. After another sip of whisky, Ramya started on her face.Several minutes later, she heard the shower stop running. Shortly, Maaran, her young lover appeared nude, drying himself with a turkey towel. Ramya's eyes were drawn to the long, thick hose hanging between his muscular thighs and her pussy tingled as she thought back to their most recent, and particularly raucous, bedroom romp. Ramya's affair with Maaran had started over six months ago when she agreed to meet him at a coffee shop near their work. A light-skinned tough man of twenty-six, Maaran clearly had a thing for married women and Ramya understood that she was just his latest conquest. Maaran was absolutely gorgeous, a former college athlete, and he unleashed a side of her that would shock her closest of friends. Ramya noticed Maaran studying her in the mirror and smiled sexily back at him. Her eyes were expertly done and she had just finished applying the wet looking lip-gloss Maaran preferred. "Mmmm girl, you look terrific." Maaran admired with clear approval in his voice.Ramya smiled and reached for her cigarette, tapping an ash before taking a quick drag and crushing it out."Thank you da. You know I want to look good for you." she replied. Maaran walked next to her and lifted his stiffening cock near her face. "Oh you do! Baby, look what you're doing to me!"

Ramya smiled languidly and turned towards him, reaching for his long, thick cock, gently stroking it back to life. Ramya knew from experience that Maaran could recuperate quickly and he had been on top of his game this trip to Taj Fisher Man’s cove Chennai, this was there favorite fuck hide out usually on the pretext of official client meeting. He had brought a little marijuana (called Ganja in India) with him and the two of them had smoked it up the previous evening. Ramya hadn't used it before but was thrilled at the effect it had on their lovemaking. Her orgasms, always forceful with her lover, seemed to go on and on.Ramya and Maaran worked for the same large garments company, Maaran in Marketing, Ramya in Finance Management, Ramya had told her husband she wanted to stay over night as the company had already paid for two days. When her husband had asked who else from her office was going on the trip, she thought she saw his face darken for a moment when she had mentioned Maaran by name. She ultimately convinced herself that it was only her imagination. Ever since she and her husband had spent a romantic weekend together at Kiddim India beach resort Pondicherry a couple of months ago,which was preceded by a glorious night with Maaran, her husband had become much more insistent and forceful in the bedroom. Given the fact she was sleeping with a younger co-worker, she really wasn't in a position to complain, and frankly, she enjoyed this new side her husband showed in the sack. She had spoken with her husband and her ten-year old son earlier in the day and everything seemed fine at home, so she told herself she was just being paranoid.

As Maaran reached full length, Ramya leaned forward and kissed his cock lightly leaving traces of her lip gloss on the reddish dark head. After running her tongue around him in circles, she dropped her jaw and took him into her warm, wet mouth while stroking his shaft with her tiny hand. Maaran thrilled at feeling her wedding ring rubbing against the sensitive skin of his dick. Ramya, her beautiful eyes flashing, looked up at him lovingly as she grabbed him by the hips and continued to suck him. Her head bobbed in a steady rhythm and she began to stroke him furiously in an effort to get him off. Ramya was an accomplished cock sucker and the soccer mom knew exactly how to please her young lover.Maaran withdrew his hard cock from her wetly shining lips and placing his hands on both of her shoulders, gently lifted Ramya from her chair."Sweety, you know you can cum in my mouth!" Ramya stated as he steered her over towards the bed."Maaran, we just got cleaned up. You'll mess my face ag...!" Ramya objected before Maaran kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth. Ramya's arms went around his neck as he lowered her onto the bed, pulling her out of her clothing & revealing the neatly trimmed pussy hair above her moist slit. "We're going to be late for dinner . . .!" Ramya attempted one last time before she felt the oversized head of her young lover's cock push past her pussy lips and into her wet tunnel. After a few long, deep strokes, Maaran looked down to find Ramya's eyes closed tightly, a thin smile spreading across her face, as she ground her hips against his, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own."

Fuck dinner!" he thought to himself as he felt Ramya move eagerly beneath him, making a soft, satisfied grunt each time Maaran plunged deep into her pussy…..

Ramya and Maaran manged to make it out of bed later in the evening and had a light dinner ordered to the suite and took a slow stroll towards the beach walking back to their hotel room, with Ramya's arm looped tightly through his, Maaran noticed with satisfaction the attention Ramya received from the passersby. Ramya was wearing a tight cotton casual top with a floral pattern that almost prevented her nipples from showing. A thin strip of her flat belly was visible above her jeans and she was wearing her open-toed sandals with the four-inch heels. Her hair was down past her shoulders, framing her face beautifully and her eyes and lips were heavily done. Ramya noticed the attention as well and was excited by it. She knew the conclusion that people would reach when they saw them out together, a sexy middle-aged woman with a much younger man, and enjoyed playing the part of a cougar. Back at the hotel , she and Maaran went to large bar in the lobby to wait on one of his old friends from college. Taking a table, Ramya placed her cigarettes and lighter in front of her as Maaran ordered drinks. Sachin had played kickboxing for Chennai University before a knee injury cut his sport life. He now coached karate in Chennai city and Maaran had called him to Fishcove for reasons only known to him alone.

Ramya was into her second glass of white wine when Maaran rose from the table to greet his friend. Sachin was shorter than Maaran, but thicker through the shoulders and hips. His hair was cut military short and he had sparkling eyes and a strong, square chin. His long-sleeved blue shirt was untucked over his jeans and he move lithely between the tables.The two friends embraced in a bear hug, slapping each other across their broad shoulders. Maaran invited him to sit and introduced Ramya as "my girl". Ramya felt Sachin appraising her as he took her offered hand, his eyes briefly sliding over her wedding ring. Ramya was unsure what Maaran had told his friend about their relationship but she figured he wasn't stupid. An obviously married woman out with a young, handsome man was an easy equation to solve.The trio ordered another round as the conversation began. After reliving their glory days of kickboxing together, the two friends caught up on more recent events. When the talk turned to cars, Sachin asked:

"What do you drive Ramya?"

Ramya laughed modestly and replied "A Honda city."

Taken somewhat aback, Sachin said "Really?

Somehow I pictured you driving something much more sporty.

"I'd love one, but where would my kids ride?" asked Ramya.

"With your husband" Maaran interjected, before bursting into laughter at his own joke.

Ramya smiled sweetly, but inwardly felt that Maaran was out of line. She still felt that she loved her husband; he worked hard and was a great father. How was he supposed to know that his loving wife of eighteen years had recently uncovered, what she referred to as, her inner sex rage. Ramya took a long pull from her glass of white wine as Sachin graciously steered the conversation another direction.Maaran heard his cell phone chirp, and looking at the display, excused himself from the table. Ramya and Sachin made small talk until Maaran returned."Hey, I'm sorry but something important came up. I've got to take off just to my aunts place in Thiruvanmyiur but I won't be gone more than an hour or so."Maaran assured Ramya everything was okay and that he would be back as quickly as possible. Maaran mimicked smoking a joint and Ramya realized he was going to buy some more dope. He asked Sachin to keep her company until he could return.

Sachin agreed but Ramya shot daggers at his back as Maaran left the table.Ramya finished her wine and ordered another. Sachin looked at her with concern."You okay?" he asked."No . . . Yeah, I'm fine" Ramya replied. She waved her hand in the air dismissively and added, "Sometimes he just pisses me off! He’s not in a college anymore, he needs to be more careful about things like this.""Maaran will be fine. Trust me. He won't run into anything he can't handle." Sachin offered.Ramya appreciated Sachin's obvious attempts to set her mind at ease and eventually the two of them fell into an easy conversation. She found him funny and engaging and he seemed interested in what she had to say. As they continued to talk, she realized that she and Maaran rarely had conversations like this. All he really wanted to do was to fuck her. As often as possible. She wasn't complaining, he was terrific in bed, but he never seemed to consider her a friend or confidant.

Her musings on this point were interupted when Sachin's cell rang."Hello. Yeah . What's up?" After a few moments, Sachin hung up rather sheepishly and told Ramya what she had already surmised."That was Maaran. He said he'll be another hour or two and that he will see you back at the room."Ramya seethed inside. He didn't call her because he knew she would give him and earful. Trying not to show her anger, Ramya reached for her cigarettes as Sachin picked up a matchbox and opened it. Placing the long cigarette between her wetly shining lips , Ramya leaned forward bringing its tip to the flame, her hand covering Sachin's. She held onto his hand and exhaled, all the while staring into Sachin's eyes, blowing the match out before he dropped it in the ashtray. Ramya took a slow, deep draw and exhaled again, directing a thin stream away from them, before placing her elbow on the table.She found Sachin looking at her in the same hungry way Maaran did before they would fuck. She eyed him cooly, not sure how she wanted things to proceed.Sachin scooted his chair closer to her as they continued to talk. The effect of the wine was making Ramya lightheaded and she found herself leaning into Sachin as they spoke. A few moments later, she was not at all suprised when she felt his hand lightly on her knee. When she did not move it away, Sachin became emboldened and began running his hand up and down her leg, squeezing her gently.

"You really are incredible." he finally said, some hesitation in his voice.Ramya took a slow draw on her cigarette, and tilting her chin, released a stream of smoke towards the ceiling. "I'm old enough to be your mother." she responded with a thin smile."i've read Oedipus five times." Sachin laughed.. . Cute and a scholar. I guess that South Indian education is as good as they say." Ramya found herself laughing with him."Like I said, I think you are truly in credible. Maaran may be a while. Maybe I should see you to your room."Ramya took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She found Sachin incredibly attractive and his interest in her was apparent. Still a little pissed at Maaran for leaving her, she made her decision. She put her cigarettes and lighter in her purse and got up from the table. Looking down into Sachin's eager eyes, she motioned towards the elevator with her head.....

While they were waiting on the elevator, the irony of the situation could not escape Ramya. Here she was in Fishcove, cheating on her husband, and now she was going back to her room with her lover's friend, a man she had known for less than two hours. "God" she thought to herself "I really have turned into a dog in heat!"When the elevator doors closed, Sachin pinned Ramya against the interior with outstretched arms. Ramya cradled his face in her hands as he leaned down to kiss her, her mouth open expectantly. His warm tongue shot past her wetly shining lips and she met his oral attack with her own sucking his tongue into her mouth. The lovely milf felt her body begin to hum over the prospect of taking a new young lover to her bed.Once inside her room, Ramya threw her arms over his broad shoulders pulling him down to her hungry lips once again. She loved kissing, in some ways she found it more intimate than sex, and she was again struck by what a wonderful kisser Sachin was and hoped his prowess would carry over into other areas she expected to explore shortly.Their tongues dueled sensuously, their mouths opening and closing in a lust filled dance. Sachin's hand crept down to cup her tight ass as he pulled her into his body. Ramya could feel the younger man's hard cock between them and began to rub against him lewdly.They continued to kiss as Ramya steered him over towards the bed. Sachin reached down and peeled of her top exposing her flushed, firm tits. He held them in his hand and leaned lower, drawing one of her hard nipples into his mouth. Ramya pulled him tightly to her chest as he ran his tongue around her aureola, gently flicking her other nipple with his thumb.Ramya pushed Sachin onto the bed and straddled him, smiling down sexily as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She ran her hands lightly over his hairless body, pinching the nipples on his thick chest. Sachin looked up at her lustily as she began to rub his cock through his jeans.She stood and kicked off her sandals, unsnapping her pants, working them down over her firm ass and shapely legs. Stepping out of her discarded jeans, Sachin noticed she was wearing a lace panty that had matched her top.Ramya knelt at the side of the bed and pulled Sachin's shoes and socks off, dropping them heavily on the floor.

She leaned in between

His legs and unbuckled his pants, her beautiful blue eyes locked onto his as he watched her intently. Slowly unzipping his pants, she ran her fingers along the length of his erection. She hooked her manicured fingers inside his undergarment and when he lifted his hips, she pulled his jocks and jeans off in a single, strong motion.Sachin's hard cock laid across his flat belly and though not quite as large as Maaran, his cock was beautifully shaped, the head especially so. As Ramya ran her hands over his length, she noted that his balls were hairless, obviously shaved, and that his pubic bush was trimmed close as well. Ramya loved to suck cock and she eagerly started on his heavy, smooth ball sack, taking one of his large nuts into her warm, wet, mouth as she stroked him slowly.She took her time, alternating between each of his balls, moaning lewdly, before lifting his sack and tickling the area above his ass with the firm tip of her tongue. Her tongue then started an upward track to the base of his cock, then further up the thick shaft. She licked the underside of his cockhead, gently, before taking him entirely into her mouth.Ramya's head bobbed rhythmically as she slobbered over his cock, one hand stroking him in unison with her loving mouth, the other splayed across his taut stomach. Looking down, Sachin was drawn to the large American diamond in her wedding ring which was sliding rapidly up and down his straining shaft.she sputtered as she blew him, her cheeks hollowed, the flat of her tongue working with her lips to bring exquisite pleasure to her new young boy-toy.After several minutes, Ramya pulled her luscious lips away from his cock with a loud pop. Standing, she peeled her panties down, before daintily stepping out of them.

Sachin raised up on the bed, shrugging out of his shirt and reached towards the sexy soccer mom.He took her hands in his and pulled her onto the bed. He kissed her roughly, her hand creeping to the back of his head. Sachin's right hand glided lightly down her neck to one of her breasts, briefly taking its weight in his hand before moving it lower to the closely trimmed of her pussy hair.Ramya quickly spread her legs as Sachin began to to gently run his fingers along her wet slit. He would occasionally rub her swollen clit , before returning to massage her inner thigh. Ramya shuddered slightly when his fingers finally entered her willing, wet pussy, rubbing the inside walls knowingly.Sachin kissed her neck, as he slid lower on her body. He took one hard nipple into his mouth and sucked it briefly. He kissed her flat tummy lightly, flicking his tongue into her belly button causing Ramya to quiver involuntarily in anticipation of his final stop. Sachin got to his knees and pulled Ramya's hips to the side of the bed. Keeping his index finger inside her pussy, he blew gently on her clit, before flicking his tongue around its base. He licked her moist pussy lips slowly before sucking her swollen clit into his mouth. Ramya's eyes were squeezed tightly, breathing heavily, and she reached down to pull Sachin's face hard against her hips as she started to grind against him.Fuck!! That feels so fucking good!!!! Eat my pussy, Baby!! Eat my pussy!!!"Ramya looked like she was riding a bucking bronco and Sachin was the saddle as her first orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her heels beat against his broad back as she rotated her hips roughly against his face, his tongue buried inside of her sweet hole.Ramya collapsed back across the bed , breathing heavily as Sachin continued to lap at her love juices. When he finally stood looking down at her, he found a warm contented smile on her beautiful face. Ramya spread her legs and reached down Between them with one of her hands, her pussy held open with two fingers.

Looking at him lustily, she ordered:

"Fuck me Baby! I've got to feel your hard cock inside me now!!!

"Ramya scooted towards the center of bed as Sachin kneeled between her legs. She grasped his thick cock in both of her hands and positioned it against her pussy. He pushed into her slowly causing Ramya to inhale sharply. When he was entirely buried into her cunt, he moved further up the bed causing his cock to point at a downward angle. In this position, every long thrust caused his cock to rub deliciously against her clit.Ramya locked her heels behind his legs and began to move beneath him, rolling her hips in an easy rhythm. Ramya's arms grabbed the thick muscles behind his arms and she raised her head off the bed, her tongue slipping into Sachin's mouth as he continued to drive into her warm, wet tunnel.That feels so good Baby! Keep fucking me!!" she muttered hotly in his ear.Sachin continued his slow, steady pounding of her married pussy, Ramya moving lewdly beneath him. He knew that in this position she wouldn't last long, and as her breathing became heavier, he began to fuck her harder and faster.Sachin smiled to himself as he felt the lovely MILF convulse under him, her incredibly sexy body jerking uncontrollably as he continued to piston his hard cock into her pussy, the wet smacking of their bodies filling the room.The two briefly untangled and Ramya got off the bed and leaned against the dresser, her lovely ass thrust behind her. Sachin entered her from behind and they locked eyes in the mirror as they watched themselves fuck, Ramya twisting around to allow him to thrust his tongue down her throat.Later, as she sat astride him, slowly bouncing up and down on his rock hard dick, Sachin reached up to grab her jiggling breasts, both of them covered in sweat.he said with appreciation in his voice " You are going to wear me out!"Looking down at her young lover through eyes lidded in pleasure,

Ramya purred in seductive agreement:Ramya fell forward against his broad chest, her breasts squeezing deliciously between them and kissed him softly, her fingers tracing the smooth skin of his jaw. After sharing several wet kisses, his cock still buried into her warm pussy, Ramya rolled off him and crawled towards the foot of the bed. Looking seductively over her shoulder, she wiggled her butt and smiled inviting Sachin to fuck her from behind once again.Needing no encouragement, Sachin quickly positioned himself between her legs and grabbed her slim waist. Ramya reached back under her pussy and grabbed his cock leading it toward her wet hole. He slid in easily and began to pound out long, deep strokes, his flat stomach smacking against her ass cheeks. Ramya bit her lower lip, her head arched back as she pushed back against her lover, lost in the sensation of his young, hard cock filling her married pussy.As they fucked, Ramya bent her head and fell forward on her elbows, her hair covering her face. Her body began building towards another orgasm when she heard a deep, familiar voice.

"Well . . . What do we have here?"

Ramya raised her head and combed her hair back away from her face.

She saw Maaran standing a few feet away, smiling broadly and looking at his friend who continued to fuck her with deep strokes.

" I told you she was a freak!" Maaran told him.

" Brah . . . She is fucking incredible!!" Sachin responded between thrusts of his hips.

Ramya knew then that she had been set up, Maaran had pimped her out to his buddy, knowing he would likely get her into bed. But frankly, she didn't care a bit."Baby! Did you do this for me? Aahh Shit! This feels so good! You know how much I like to fuck doggie style!" Maaran quickly peeled off his clothes and began to stroke his cock as he moved towards the foot of the bed. He aimed his hard cock at Ramya's mouth, her eyes cooly meeting his. Although neither said a word, in that moment Maaran realized that things had changed dramatically. Ramya was no longer dependent on Maaran to provide the pleasure to which she had become addicted. His little game had back-fired, she now knew that she could find lust and passion with others if she chose.

Convinced that Maaran understood this as well, Ramya smiled lewdly and opened her mouth, her pink tongue outstretched. Maaran quickly shoved his cock past her lips, and placing his hand on her head, began to fuck her mouth rapidly.Ramya felt Sachin's cock stiffen inside her pussy and he grabbed her ass roughly. He grunted loudly and shot a huge load deep inside of her. She felt his cock jerk strongly several times before his grip on her ass slackened. Moments later, Sachin withdrew his wetly shining cock and fell back against the headboard.Ramya pulled away from Maaran and sat on the edge of the bed. She beckoned him forward and again took his thick cock into her eager mouth, her hands on his lean hips as he began to furiously fuck her face, her mouth open wide. She knew Maaran was close so she pulled away, vigorously stroking him.

Looking up, she panted:

"Cum all over me Baby! Cum on my face!!!!

"Maaran gazed down at the beautiful mother of a ten year old with a questioning look on his face. Reading his mind, Ramya tilted her chin upward and opened her mouth, flicking her tongue over the head of his cock. Maaran held her head with one hand and jerked himself with the other. She had gotten him so hot that in seconds he felt his balls tighten With a low grunt, Maaran shot his first jet on her cheekbone, before aiming the next few spurts into her open mouth. A thick rope hit her chin and dangled down towards her chest and Ramya rubbed the cum over her face and tits. As his orgasm began to wane, Maaran rubbed his cock over her cheeks and into her mouth where she began licking and sucking him as her hands stroked his long shaft.After cleaning his now flaccid cock, Ramya smiled up lewdly at her lover. She took his cock into her warm mouth a few more times before lovingly kissing its bulbous head.

Ramya stood and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She put on her night dress as she ran warm water in the sink. She wet a washcloth as she examined herself in the mirror, her make-up had run and her face and chest were sticky with cum.As she cleaned up, Ramya accepted the fact that she had become a complete and total bitch. She had to admit that she loved young cock and the pleasure she received settled over her like a warm fog.She began to reapply her make-up and realized that she didn't feel bad about this at all. A new world was open to her and she held the key.

The possibilities were endless and she was filled with anticipation and excitement.Remembering that she had two fat cocks at her disposal in the next room, Ramya picked up the pace finishing her eyes and applying her lip-gloss. Satisfied, she undid her nightdress and stepped out of the bathroom.Sachin was still on the bed and Maaran had taken a seat in chair across the room. Both of the young men looked at her hungrily, their eyes drawn to her exposed breasts then sliding lower to the tightly trimmed hair between her thighs.Ramya reached up and pushed the night dress off her shoulders, allowing it to pool at her feet. With their eyes glued to her, Ramya smiled seductively and asked:

"Well . . .who wants to be next?

"Well folks it’s over for the day go ahead and have a great shake spill all over and keep reading.

Chris

Tounges of Passion

By: JJ

Hello readers. JJ is back to entertain you with a nasty but horny story which is bound to take your hands to the itchy area between your legs and its time you have some napkins around to clean yourself. This incident takes place when two lovely bodied woman bump into each other while attending a seminar in one of those ECR resorts. After a stressful day of listening to all the crap which can never add values in any of our work Deepa felt she needed to relax with a bottle of beer. All thru the day she was discreetly admiring the beauty seated next to her and this was evident as her panty was soaking wet. All this happened when both of us forayed into the topic of male domination in the Indian corporate world one by one lead to the subject of sex and from there on talking about a world without males. Every time I looked into her eyes there was something attracting & pulling me to her I knew she was seducing me all the way to have a gender fuck. I guess I knew it was going to happen. There were little signs, had I been paying attention. The way she touched my arm when she laughed. The way her fingers lingered just a moment as she brushed a stray hair from my cheek. Maybe it was in her eyes, deep set black eyes, smiling, or the way she placed her hand on the small of my back as we walked through the crowd to leave. Maybe I just subconsciously chose to ignore them at first but there were signs. Birds of the same feather flock together I have been gifted to perceive womanly attractions and knew if at all my first woman on woman it would be her and her alone.

She wanted it, and I wanted it too. From the moment I saw her at the seminar, cliché as it sounds, our eyes met and there was a spark. We had cloistered ourselves away from the other guests while having lunch and I was entranced by her. Her beauty, her elegance working for a mobile manufacturing company on the out skirts of Chennai. The world around me ceased to exist. I had never been with a woman. It had been a thought, a fantasy, not something I ever imagined myself doing. Especially at a business function. But here I was, leaving with her, and I knew by the end of the night it would not be just a fantasy anymore. Eventually when the seminar ended in the evening we walked out slowly. The only sound was the faint remnants of the seminar discussing and clearing doubts we had left inside. When we reached her car, a sporty little silver Fiat Palio, she opened the door for me. I paused for a moment to look at her, as if for assurance that I was not mistaken about her intentions. She smiled again and I relaxed.It wasn't a long ride to her place in Adyar but the tension made it feel like an eternity. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her long black hair flowing in the breeze. The way her sleeveless blouse showed so much of her well-toned skin. Just the sight of her was making me tremble. I tried so hard to focus on the road ahead. I looked at the last of the sun rays & beach line disappearing and the moon sitting high in the sky, but my eyes were always drawn back to her. When we pulled into her driveway it was as though we had pulled into the past. It was a small guest house, once part of an elaborate estate. The ancient walls hung thick with ivy. The roof was made of tiles and there were small lush gardens surrounding the whole house. But it seemed to fit her. It was elegant and beautiful. We walked down a winding cobblestone path to the door and she fumbled with her keys. Her fumbling was the only sign that she was as nervous as I was. As she pushed the door open she reached not for a light switch, but for a book of matches. With apparent ease, she lit small clusters of candles from the entryway to the bedroom. Each bundle of candles was placed in front of a small mirror to reflect the light around the room. As we entered the bedroom I began to shake. I still don't know if it was anticipation or fear. She Placed the last of the candles on the night table and turned to me and spoke for the first time since we left the seminar. "You are so beautiful," she whispered as she walked to me and placed her arms around my waist. "I want to kiss you," she said. I could only nod. When her lips first met mine it was as if someone had set fire to me. Her tongue teased my lips to open them. I felt almost faint. I was unsure what to do, how to react, but she took the lead not in a forceful way but gently and sweetly. I allowed myself to kiss her back to taste her as she was tasting me. Kissing me still, she led me to the bed. I had never felt such desire before, such base heat. She reached behind me and unzipped my dress, followed by a snapping of a small black velvet strapless bra. It fell away from my body, leaving me covered by only my salwar bottom and beneath it a small velvet pantie. Her hands went immediately to my breasts. She did not grab or grope, she stroked them lightly as she continued to caress my mouth with hers. I could taste her tongue; feel the pressure of her full lips as our desire increased. The way her fingernails felt against my nipples was exquisite. I could feel her touch throughout my whole being. She stepped back from me, her lips parted slightly as if she were breathing in my very essence. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse revealing large but firm breasts covered in a pale pink bra that clung to her breast. It seemed to me like her sari & in skirt was removed in a swift motion and she moved towards me again. This time it was I who took the initiative. I moved her hands around my waist so our breasts were pressed together. I could feel her nipples harden. I shivered again, wondering if I could contain myself.Being with her felt amazing, the way our bodies melted together. I was lost in her kisses. Her lips pressed against my cheeks down my throat to my breasts. I moaned as her mouth moved to encompass my nipples. They became taut against her tongue, her breath hot against my skin.

My hands sought out her breasts, stroking her with my fingers as she stroked me with her tongue. I was surprised at the way it felt to caress another woman's breasts, so different from my own. To feel the warm flesh gives beneath my fingers. The rise of her nipple against my thumb.She moved to the bed as her tongue fluttered down my stomach, and pulled me onto the bed next to her. Then she moved further down to her knees. My eyes closed as her hands moved to my inner thighs. Her kisses softened . It was as though a butterfly was leisurely climbing my leg. She lingered around my knee letting her teeth scrape it causing a thrill I'd never felt. As she moved her tongue to my thighs I began to visibly tremble. She looked up at me sweetly, I could see she was making sure I was alright. I moaned softly to encourage her, letting her know that I was beyond the point of return. She moved quickly then, her own desire mounting. I felt as though I would scream when she pushed my legs apart and covered my panties with her mouth. I could feel the warmth of her tongue, the pressure of her lips against the soft velvet. My body burned as her fingers pushed my panties aside. I felt myself losing control as she finally gave to me what I had been craving from the moment I saw her. Her mouth enveloped me completely. My fingers twisted in her hair as I pushed her closer into me. Her tongue kissed, teased, and sucked. With each moment she evoked from me a passion I had never known. Sounds came from my mouth that I did not recognize. It was as if she knew my every desire. Her mouth gently enveloped my clit, her tongue circling slowly. She moved her fingers inside me, finding places I did not know existed. In what seemed like seconds I was grinding my lips to hers as I came wildly. We lay still for but a moment as I Absorbed every sensation. The usual fall off I felt after orgasms wasn't coming. I wanted more; I wanted Her. I wanted to taste every inch of her.I pulled her next to me, and we rolled our bodies to lay side by side, her breasts meeting mine. I kissed her, not so soft. Passion had taken over and all that was left was urgency and need. I tasted myself on her. I moaned. I could not wait, I was no longer nervous, I was filled with hunger. I moved first to her breasts. I took each nipple in my mouth reveling in each new sensation. The warm hardness as her nipples gave slightly to my tongue and a grazing of my teeth. The primal moans she let out caressed my ears. I did not want to rush, but I had to taste her, feel her in my mouth as she had me. Her stomach was not flat it was warm and round, the stomach of a woman. There was a small nestle of hair that felt soft against my cheek as I came to face her glorious pussy. Her lips were large and full, pulsating already with heat. I wasn't afraid, more unsure of whether or not I could give her the same pleasure she had given me. I reached my tongue out slowly and there was almost a visible spark as we connected. I licked slowly, tasting every inch of her outer lips before delving into this territory as yet unknown to me.The taste was an aphrodisiac to me. The warm hot mixture that tasted like ripe fruit and earth drew me closer to her. Her writhing and moaning giving rise to my need to please her as well as to investigate this new pleasure. I dipped my tongue into her and felt her muscles contract. My tongue already flooded with her wetness moved quickly to lap up every drop of it. My hands moved to every spot my tongue was not, to her breasts, her thighs, and finally I slid two fingers into her. She bucked under my touch, as amateur as it was. I craved for her to release, I wanted to feel the spasm that I knew so well in myself. My fingers slid gently in and out until they found a rhythm. My tongue continued lapping at her swollen clit. Her orgasm came from so deep inside her, it swelled onto my tongue and I cried out with her.I was aching, insatiable. I climbed her body begging her with my eyes. I was like a tigress in heat. She stirred up in me an instinct so primal and animalistic I was almost frightened. Our tongues met in a crush. All the apprehension was gone. My mind was an assortment of thoughts that ran into one another like people in a panic. Nice girls didn't do things like this. Women were gentle, not like this. Women don't fuck. But fuck we did. A tangle of tongues, tits, fingers, pussies, moans and cum. In our passion we invoked the names of gods and goddesses from all faiths. We howled and screamed like banshees. I was her, she was me. We lay together joined at the cunt, twisting our mouths to take in as much of one another as we could.It was dawn before we would rest. In a tangle of limbs we slept. Hope you enjoyed the story its time now for feed backs & comments to seekcompany@gmail.com

Happy Reading

Yours Lovingly

JJ

The Carnal Pleasures

A JJ Submission

Hello readers, this is your one and only JJ coming back to share with you the taste of a ripe fruit which is nothing but a real life experience in which I was involved in my yester years. Sweet is the nectar of a ripe juicy cunt the taste that till now lingers in my memory & refuses to make me forget. It was the year 1998 my first job after a post graduation degree in management that this sweet incident occurred & with this my perception of life and the lust changed for the better.


“Whoever said older women make the best lovers, definitely knew what they were talking about. Case in point: I discovered the pleasures of an older woman and ever since my "conversion" yet am I seeking to gather the roses of sex and lust while it’s yet to be a repeat a few years later. The immense pleasure and satisfaction which I enjoyed with a woman who was a good 15 years older to me in age. Let me take you along with me to experience the rich taste of pure blissful lust which fails to leave my senses and may only succeed when my soul departs from me.

It all began with me few years ago. I was 32 at the time had been ordered by the large FMCG firm I worked with to conduct an investigation of cheap duplicates of a product of my company by a North Indian settled in Bangalore.

My part of the project was supposed to last any where from 4 to 8 weeks but would in reality consume even more. Seeing that sometimes this kind of work lasted longer than expected I made arrangements for a long stay and left to Bangalore asking my parents not to panic in my absence. Our company being a multinational promptly made boarding & lodging arrangements without much fuss.

Once I reached Bangalore by the afternoon Chennai express I grabbed a good night's sleep and reported for work the next morning. This would be when would first meet of the matured vixen who would slowly seduce me, lure me into her web of carnal pleasures and teach me sensual secrets that no younger woman could even begin to fathom.



Her name was Brinda and she was a sensual and seductive 48 year old temptress with the body and looks of a woman maybe her late 30's at most. Standing about 5'8" tall with short brownish hair due to use of mehendi, she measured 36-24-34 and had the body of a goddess which was perfectly toned and any woman would give her soul to possess the likes of her body.

That morning when I arrived at the office the first person I met was Brinda and when I set eyes on her I was captivated by her. She looked at me and instantly I knew there was an attraction there but she had a way to keep it fairly well hidden.All through the initial meeting I could tell she was eyeing me out and sensed an air of sensuality about her and she was definitely sending out signals to me enticing me into her web of carnal pleasures.

We broke from the meeting in the evening and as we shook hands, Brinda's touch was "electric" and she smiled in the way that she was more than interested and when she said with a professional yet sensual tone "I can't wait to work more closely with you," I knew she was meaning more than just the project. Brinda and I would have to work together and for the next 4 to 5 weeks we would spend late nights together and towards the completion of the project on the final weekend we would spend late into a Saturday afternoon until it would be finally done.

During this time," Brinda would "let her hair down" so to speak and this was when I really got to know the real her. She would dress seductively yet professional yet she would be anything but professional in her personality. This was the time when she would cut up and show her true colors. The third night we were together she asked me if I was married and revealed that even though she was married, it was pretty much a marriage in name only. Her husband was some old fogie who wasn't interested in sex any more and basically he could care less what Brinda did. He had his life and she had hers.

The first time in which we would move closer intimately happened during one of the late night sessions. It was on a Wednesday and we had been working making preparations to submit interim report that had a deadline with it. While we were waiting for our team leader’s call we had decided to order light dinner at the place we stayed and had just finished eating when Brinda took off her sweater and said with a soft moan "You know what, I could use a good neck and backrub right now."Taking her cue, I came around behind her and began massaging her shoulders and neck

"Mmmmm that feels so good sweetie," she said with a soft moan not thinking anything about it. "Keep it up."

As I continued to rub and massage her neck and shoulders, I moved down her back as she laid her head down on the desk with her head on top of her arms.

"Lower sweetie," she purred contently "Mmmmm yes that is so good."

Without thinking, she raised her back up and leaned back so that her head was now against my chest. She looked up into my eyes and I knew she had that "Take me I am yours look" in her eyes and she put her hand on my face and we knew what the other wanted. However, fate would not allow us to proceed but would make us wait because just as our lips were about to meet, the phone rang and jarred us back into reality. It was our team leaders calling to say not tonight but next morning. With this interruption not knowing what to think about the possible awkwardness I didn't plan to say or do much and kind of expected Brinda to act as nothing had happened between us but I would get a pleasant surprise when I finally saw her the next morning.

"Good morning sweetie," she softly whispered in my ear and as she checked to see if no one was looking she softly kissed me on the lips and said with a smile" This is for last night." Days moved from thereon however, Brinda much to my pleasant surprise kept her feelings known to me yet in subtle ways.

Fate would finally smile on us over the weekend. We had been working to almost 3 am in the morning that Friday night and we were the last in the office but seeing that we were tired and itching to get this over we both agreed to come back in the morning and put the finishing touches to the reports that were required from us. Seeing that we were the only two left to work on this and pretty much everyone else was waiting on our final presentation before Monday everyone else had knocked off for the weekend.

Brinda dressed in a way that I had not seen her before. She came in "casual" in that she was wearing a low cut v-neck sleeveless cotton top which was ribbed but you could definitely see her nipples through it and it was evident that she wasn't wearing a bra.

That wasn't the only provocative aspect of Brinda's outfit. She also had on a short light blue cotton skirt that hugged every curve of her ass and gave a marvelous glimpse of her nice thighs. She was also be wearing sandals and was carrying a bottle of Johnnie Walker so we could celebrate when we had finished everything.

We worked like bees for about 4 hours, finally at about a quarter of two we had finished everything and not wanting to jinx anything we locked the conference room and grabbed the bottle of whisky and went down to Brinda's office room and locked the door. She opened the bottle and poured it out in the glasses she had brought with her we lifted our glass and toasted "Success" as we toasted together and started drinking.

However for fun we decided to cross arms and drink that way as we stood close together each giving the other the drink. As I gave my glass to her it spilled and poured on her shirt but she just said "Oh what the hell," and went on. We collapsed on the sofa as we sat side by side and Brinda said with an exhilarated tone "By God we completed our work”.

"I gotta an idea sweetie," Brinda said with a sudden smile.

"What's that," I replied.

"Lets celebrate," she said as she sat up. "Let me show you everything that I have been wanting to show you ever since you got here We will start with dinner my treat then who knows from there"

"Sounds good," I replied and with that we sat back on the sofa and drunk some more whisky.

"Mmmmm, you know what I could really use you now honey," Brinda said with a lustful moan.

"What's that" I replied.

"I could use another one of your magic fingers back rubs," she said with a sultry voice lilting back on the sofa.

"Well I'm game" I replied "but you know what happened last time," I added with a smile.

"Who's to say that's all bad," Brinda said with a soft lustful moan. "Anyway no one's here and the office door is locked."

"What are we waiting for," I replied and with that we got down to business.

Brinda laid herself out on her desk as she took her top off. I crawled on top of her and began to massage her back and shoulders.

"Oh baby you're so fucking good," she purred as she turned her head to the side. "Lower baby. Do my entire body," and with that she reached back and unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the side of the desk on to the floor.

I made my way down her back past her butt to her legs and massaged her feet. She crooned with delight as my magic fingers worked there charm.

After I had done her feet, Brinda turned over on her back. Her inviting body called to me and I knew what she was hinting at and proceeded to satisfy her wonton desires.

I made my way up the inside of her calves and thighs not only with my hands but with my mouth as I kissed and nibbled the insides of the thighs.

"Mmmmm yes baby," she softly purred "Don't forget my sweet kitty. She is starving for some attention."

I reached my way to her warm pink inviting pussy and I inhaled her musky feminine scent. I softly placed my mouth on her pussy lips and gently kissed it.

Her womanhood was even sweeter than I imagined and I wasted no time in going down on her and eating her out like a starving mad man who hadn't seen food in ages.

"Oh god yes," Brinda lustfully moaned as she raised her body up grabbed my short hair and held my head there as she grinded her pussy against my face.

I could feel Brinda's pussy quiver and I knew it wasn't going to be long until I made her climax and sure enough within a mater of seconds Brinda's pussy began streaming its sweet creamy nectar forth like a fountain.

"Don't stop baby," Brina moaned. "Make me cum again and again" and with that I spent the next 15 minutes going down on her using my tongue like a little cock and my fingers to bring her off to orgasm after orgasm..

After Brinda was more than satisfied, she raised up and kissed me and said "Oh baby, I don't know where you learned it but that is the best damn head job a man has ever given me"

I told her that when I was in college one of my girl friends at the time had taught me how to eat pussy and Brinda with a naughty smile said "Damn I would love to have known her."

"Now its my turn to return the favor sweetie" Brinda said as she sat on the edge of the desk. "Sit down her in my chair and let Brinda show you how an older woman can rock your world and I promise you once you experience it, you won't never want anything else"

Brinda unbuckled my belt, unfastened, unzipped and pulled both my jeans and underwear completely off exposing my pulsating throbbing 7 inch cock. Taking it in her soft capable hands, she gently and lovingly gave me the best fucking blow job I had ever had in my life.

Putting her tongue at the edge of my helmet, she ran her tongue around the head of my cock then licked up and down the shaft as she played with my balls. At the same time she would stroke my cock to get it harder and harder.

I was so overcome by the feeling my head began to swim and I could feel my cock fill up with cum. Brinda sensing that I was on the verge of coming did something that I didn't know why at first she did but looking back I can understand why she did what she did.

Brinda took my cock and squeezed it so that only a slight dribble of cum came out of my cock and she licked it up with her tongue and just smiled. Then she went all the way down on my cock and sucked me dry like a vacuum cleaner.

She sucked on my cock until I spewed my load and much to my surprise she drank it all down and didn't miss a drop. Most ladies I had been with would have gagged at the prospect of drinking down cum but Brinda revealed her motto as she said with a lustful devilish grin "Good girls suck but bad girls swallow".

It turns out that underneath that prim and proper professional businesswoman exterior, beat the heart of a trashy slut. Brinda would do things to my cock that you only thought a cheap whore would do but it didn't matter. Besides, I like my women a little trashy.

After she had cleaned all the cum from my cock she played with my balls some more and stroked my cock until I was good and hard again. Standing up she said with a husky sultry voice "Now cums the part I have been waiting for, to feel your massive tool deep inside my box as I ride you like the trashy little whore that I really am."

Without wasting any time, Brinda pulled of the yellow t-shirt I had been wearing and sat in my lap facing me and went all the way down on my cock with her tight pussy. I had imagined what this would feel like but mere words fail to even begin to describe the pleasures that I felt as her warm velvety pussy enveloped my cock while she slowly rode me.

Try to imagine if you will, 1000's of little satiny velvet fingers caressing the sides of your cock as the gently massage your manhood. The finest silk money could buy would feel like course sandpaper compared to the softness of her luscious sugar walls.

As we fucked we began to French kiss. Our tongues probed each other's mouths Brinda allowed me to suck on her tits as she continued to ride me.

I pulled her close to me as our hot sticky sweaty naked bodies rubbed together. During this time I sucked on her breasts. She just moaned with a breathy lustful voice saying "Oh yes baby let mommy nurse you."

I could feel my cum begin swelling up in my cock and I knew it wasn't going to be long until I exploded my load. I let Brinda know I was going to cum and she continued to ride me like it was no big deal and we continued until I spunked my massive load deep into her pussy.

"Oh baby you don't know how long I have waited for this," Brinda crooned

Brinda did something that took me by surprise in that she did something I would have never imagined She crawled on top of her desk on all fours and said with a lustful tone "Take me doggie style here on the desk"

With that invitation I wasted no time in thrusting my still hard cock into her pussy and slouching down on top of her as we proceeded to make it on her desk.

"Oh yes JJ" she moaned.

It was that hot animalistic sex. We were fucking like two wild dogs in heat, Brinda on her hands and knees and me slouched over her body pounding her like a jack hammer.

As Brinda's next orgasm coursed through her body, she dropped to her elbows and grabbed the sides of the desk with her hands, She then arched her back and gasped for breath as the orgasm reached its peak and she climaxed flooding my cock with her sweet sticky cream.
"Don't stop baby," she hollered. "Pound me like a whore"

I continued to hammer her hard and fast and she was really getting into it. I fucked her until we both came again and then she wanted it one more time but she wanted it slow and gentle and missionary style.

Brinda laid her sweaty body out on the desk and I laid my sweaty body on top of her and my cock sank into her slippery dripping wet cum soaked pussy. She then wrapped her hot little legs around my back and pulled me in as we fucked slow and intensely.

We fucked in that position for about 5-10 minutes and it wouldn't be long until both of us would cum in unison as our juices melted together in one gigantic erotic smoothie. Though this incident a few years back I am yet to experience a matured female like Brinda & would love to anything that a matured big bold and beautiful women might demand of me in the wild late forties or early smooth fifties. That’s all folks for the time what followed was even more wild but then its another story by itself and as usual JJ needs your valuable feed backs and comments to keep me going on & on & on mail to seekcompany@gmail.com

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Yours Lovingly

JJ

A Twist in the Tail

A JJ Submission

Hi readers. This is your JJ & this time around it’s not the same boring lesbian stuff but a real hot straight sex story on a request from one of the readers of my lonely woman story submitted in the lesbian heading. Does sex have a limitation on age? It all depends how ever you perceive it. Here is a experience that I had with a woman who is fit enough to be my mother. Ragini was a widow 46 years old with a daughter aged 26 given into to marriage to a Gulf settled engineer. Ragini’s husband passed away while she was in her prime getting fucked age 40. Her husband had left behind a good fortune where Ragini need not worry about financial implications a independent house in East Anna Nagar. Let’s not mistake Ragani’s age to be a factor to seal away sexual wantons there are many women in the same age group who carve for the sexual desires, but still unable to get satisfied fearing trouble. Many of my readers are into the other side of 40’s why some in the early 50’s too love to have a man going down on them. And this narration below is of Ragini has everything in life except satisfying sexual life.

Ragini awoke to the sound of a wall drilling starting up outside her house at East Anna Nagar. At first she thought it was coming from next house but it sounded too close, like it was right on the walls of her bedroom. Pulling herself out of bed she went to the window and peered down below. She saw her neighbor standing on a wooden ladder & trying to fix a rain water drain pipe. Her neighbor Samuels was a middle-aged gentleman who owned the next couple of buildings in the same row. He'd been maintaining the his house well & was from the exclusive and wealthy community of Keralite Marathoma Christians. Ragini checked the clock on the bedside table.

It was 9:00 am. She was about to turn away from the window when another man joined Mr. Samuels at his gate. He was a handsome looking man in that wild, untamed rebel way. He would be in his mid 30’s, had a rough look around him that attracted Ragini a face that was unshaved for a couple of days complimented his looks. He wore jeans that showed off his strong legs and thighs despite being rather loose. His powerfully muscled chest was barely covered by the casual cotton shirt that he wore. Ragini watched as they talked and she noticed that he moved and held himself like a wild animal forced to be caged but longing to be free. Unconsciously Ragini ran her left hand across her breasts; the nipples were starting to get hard. The longer she watched him the more she touched her breasts. Then he looked up, unexpectedly. Ragini stopped. Startled and embarrassed. He flashed her a arrogant smile and Ragini moved quickly away from the window.

Ragini quickly strode to the attached bathroom and turned on the shower. She was annoyed with herself for loosing control like that after all she was a widowed mother of a daughter who was married and settled away in the Gulf. A woman with a successful life needing nothing that was left back by her husband. Stripping off her nightgown Ragini stepped into the warm shower and began to lather up her firm lithesome body. Ragini was forty-five years old with long black hair and beautiful and attracting eyes. Ragini still had the body of a thirty-year-old thanks to workouts and a carefully watched diet. When she was twenty she had met and married Capt., Sunil a year later they're daughter Vimila was born and five years after that he had died in a fatal car accident. Ragini had never remarried and through herself into her work and her daughter. But there were times that she just needed and wanted a man.

As Ragini showered she let her hands linger and languish over her body. Her soapy hands touched her breast and played with her erect nipples. Goosebumps formed on her skin as her hands moved down slowly towards her pubic area. As she lathered the pubic hair, she let her fingers tease her vagina. Ragini inserted one long finger inside herself and she gasped in pleasure. She moved her soapy finger in and out slowly as she played with her firm breast and twicked her nipples. Ragini was soon lost in the sensation as pure lust and desire took over. She fingered herself faster and faster as she felt herself coming closer to a climax. She fondled her breast and pulled her nipples. Her thighs rubbed together and she began moaning and groaning. Then as she felt herself starting to release to a great climax the face of the young man on her neighbor’s house jumped into her mind. His vivid eyes filled with desire, his big, hard calloused hands all over her body. His hot mouth taking her. Ragini's knees grew weak as she reached a powerful climax. Panting she stepped out of the shower. She had to begin her day.

"Good Morning Madam," Ellama said in greeting as Ragini came downstairs. Ellama had been her maid & housekeeper for as long as she could remember.

"Coffee said Ellama, as she handed over a steaming cup on a tray. Who is that with Mr. Samuels?"

Ellama's face frowned. "That is his business friend. He's Karthick

"He is nothing more than a hustler. He's always messing with girls getting them pregnant and running out on his responsibility. He's trash."

"Thanks Ellama. She was about to join with Mr. Samuels near the compound wall when Samuels and his business partner appeared. Ragini stopped in her tracks. Karthick was definitely a very handsome man. He looked to be all of thirty years old. Ragini watched as he flashed a charming smile at her


Karthick looked at Ragini and smiled. He nodded his head and replied, "My friends call me Kar." He said: Karthick couldn't help but stare at this exquisite woman in the conservative Mysore silk sari with her hair pulled up in a tight, stuffy bun. Looking unapproachable and desirable at the same time. Karthick wondered what it would take to bring out the animal in her. The tightly pinned up and contained wild, sexual animal. He knew there was something wild beating within Ragini after all she was spying on him from her bedroom window while playing with her breasts.

Ragini walked to the garage door where her green Maruti zen was parked. She opened the door and was about to get in when she heard a voice behind her. "Nice car."
Ragini turned around startled. Standing there was Karthick looking at her with a sexy smile on his face.

"Thank you." She said.

"Where are you rushing off to?"

I have a very busy day ahead of me." Ragini said. She was feeling uneasy talking to Karthick. There was something magnetic about him that she could not resist.

Karthick slowly moved towards her, like a lion stalking his prey. "You are a very beautiful woman."

Ragini tried to look affronted but couldn't pull it off. "Thank you. You'll excuse me."

"Why don’t you want spend some more time with me?"

"You ask questions that make me uneasy & I don’t want to spend anymore time with you.”

"Karthick"

Karthick's eyebrows rose in humorous surprise. "Is that why you were looking at me from your window and rubbing yourself?"

Ragini was speechless. Karthick walked closer his eyes burning holes into her. His presence overwhelming her. She started feeling claustrophobic. "I'm sure...I don't kno.."

"You are a fiery, passionate woman. Why do you keep all your hair pinned up let it loose it will add more beauty to you"

"Mr. Karthick...I think you have said enough." Ragini said about to get into the car. Karthick was there holding the door. His black eyes peering deep into hers. Ragini felt mesmerized by his eyes, by his presence.

"Mam Ragini..." he said in a hot whisper. "I would love to get to know what fires beat with in you." He leaned closer to her and breathed in her sweet perfumed scent. Karthick stood closer to her letting her feel the heat from his body and to smell is musky, manly scent. "Did you fantasize about me in your morning shower?"

"Yes..No!" Ragini said

"Where did I touch you?" Karthick asked as he raised his hand to lightly stroke her cheek. Ragini closed her eyes. His touch was electric. Her skin was on fire from his gentle touch. "Did I touch your cheek? Did I touch your mouth?" He moved his fingers to her mouth his fingers tracing her full red lips. Ragini tried to control her breath. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Did I kiss you on your lips...like this?" Karthick moved closer and gently placed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first but as the intensity grew so did the kiss.

"Did it feel like this?" He whispered in her ear.

"No." She sighed and she kissed him. This time she took his tongue into her mouth, held him close to her body. His strong hard body pressed and crushed against her. She could feel his hard cock bulging in his jeans and she grinded against it and his body. Ragini’s body was on fire, her soul was on fire, her loins burned with need, lust, desire.

"Do you want to feel it?" Karthick asked, looking deep into her eyes and soul.

"Yes." Ragini breathed.

Karthick gently took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans that was his throbbing manhood. He moaned as her fingers closed around it. They kissed again..hungrily, passionately. He placed his hands all over her body. Her face, her breasts, her thighs, her legs and as his hands moved up her thighs towards the center of her being and desire she let out stifled cry. Karthick’s strong fingers worked their way past her panties on her Mysore silk sari and into the hot, pulsating core between her legs.
Ragini needed this man & needed him badly, slowly they walked back into her house on their way maid Ellama took leave after her morning chores leaving the hot lovers to close the door behind them.

Once in the bedroom "Oh God!" She moaned as she ripped off his shirt to feel his powerful chest. Ragini moaned as she feverishly worked at his zipper. She gasped as his cock sprang out without being confined by underwear. Ragini got rid of her sari, petticoat in a single action & wiggled down her panties and pulled him close to her. "Do it! Take me now!"

Karthick kissed her hard as he prepared to enter her. Ragini held onto him preparing for that feeling that she hadn't felt in such a long time. Not since the death of her husband had she been with a man. She indulged in fun but nothing intimate fearing her society. She didn't know if she wanted Karthick or if it was just sex that she was hungry for but she wanted it now.

"Karthick !" the voice of Mr. Samuels calling out made them both jump apart.

"Karthick!? Where are you boy?"

Ragini and Karthick quickly straightened themselves up. Both were flushed and red of face from desire and passion. Ragini took to the toilet quickly dressed up & rushed to get into her car, fired up the engine and sped away. Mr. Samuels walked into the garage and entrance area right after she left.

"There you are. What are you doing in here?" Mr. Samuels asked.

Karthick cleared his throat. "Nothing much. Just getting to know Ms Ragini."

Ragini was distracted all day after the scene in the morning with Karthick. She couldn't believe that she allowed that to happen. Damn it Ragini! Have you lost your mind? You don't even know this guy. And yet Karthick had gotten under her skin like no else had. She went through her day feeling like everyone knew what had almost happened. And her meeting with her friends was just as tense. If she had not known better she would have sworn he knew something had happened between her and Karthick. She was glad when the day ended. She would go home and forget all about what almost happened...what she wanted to happen.

Evening dinner at home Ellama had prepared another fantastic fish curry meal. Ragini decided to walk through the rose garden before going to bed. All through dinner she thought of Karthick and the more she thought of him the more her body betrayed her. Carnal lust. That's what it was. Pure carnal lust. What she needed to do was to get that out of her system.

"Good Evening, Ragini Mam."

Ragini gasped and turned. Standing there was Karthick looking as sexy as he did in the morning. He had that hungry look in his eyes and she felt drawn to him and yet afraid of her mounting passion and his strong animal lust and magnetism.

"What are you doing skulking in my garden?" Ragini demanded. Annoyed that she was glad to see him.

"I wasn't skulking. I was coming by to pay you a visit when I saw you come out."

"I don't see where we have any..."

Karthick grabbed her and kissed her forcefully and passionately. At first she tried to resist but soon she was giving in and kissing him back forcefully and passionately. Ragini pushed Karthick away.

"Karthick we can't."

"Damn it Ragini Mam!
What is it about you?"

"Karthick...This is just lust...That's all. Lust."

"Lust?" Karthick replied. "Is that what this is?"

"Yes. Pure lust and I won't give in." Ragini said defiantly.

Karthick smiled. "Why not. Are you afraid?"

"No."

"Prove it. Make love with me."

Ragini gasped. "You are crazy. I don't even know you."

"If it's lust it doesn't matter. Or are you afraid that from lust will come love?" He taunted.

Ragini turned to leave and Karthick seized her arm. "Let me go."

"Not until you admit that you want me as much as I want you." Karthick demanded.

"Never."

"You want me and you know it."

"No!" and with that Ragini stormed off leaving Karthick behind in her wake of emotion.

Ragini was asleep. It wasn't a restful sleep. She was tossing and turning. She lay in the bed in the darkened room wishing and longing to sleep. That was when she felt it. Someone was in her room. She wasn't alone. She tried to turn on the bedside lamp but it didn't work. Then she heard the voice...his voice.

"I'm here, Ragini Mam."

It was Karthick. But how did he get in the house. "What are you doing here?"

"You know what I'm doing here." Karthick walked towards her bed. There was a full moon
and it illuminated most of the room. As he came into view she realized that he was completely nude. His hair was no longer well groomed but was loose and hanging all over. His body was magnificent like a Greek god. Rock hard and chiseled. She was in awe of his body. He moved towards the bed with determination. He had come to seize and conquer. He stood at the foot of her bed his arousal very evident.

"Karthick," Ragini said a look of apprehension on her face. Karthick crawled into the bed from the foot of it and towards Ragini. He loomed over her like a victorious warrior before he took her in a passionate kiss. Ragini fought it at first but soon gave in. Before long all the pinned up passion she had she released. Karthick kissed her lips and moved down to her neck, her breasts sucking on her erect nipples causing her to gasp and moan in delicious joy and pleasure. His hands moved down between her thighs, his fingers working into her hot, wanting vagina. Ragini moaned as his finger went in and out of her womanhood. She arched her back and thrusted her hips upward.

"Oh yes Karthick! Oh yes!" She moaned as Karthick moved down her body, his mouth and tongue touching untouched places until he was between her thighs.

"Oh God! Oh God..Yes!" She cried out as his tongue entered her doing the work his fingers had done. Ragini couldn't control herself nor her desire. She wanted to feel him inside of her and she wasn't going to wait.

"Karthick! Now! Take me right now!" Ragini pleaded.

Karthick smiled as he looked into her face and slowly and gently entered her. She arched her back and thrusted her hips upward to receive every inch of him. As he entered her he moaned and she whimpered and cried out. He began to move inside her slowly as she moaned and rocked with him. His raging, throbbing cock filled her to the hilt. it felt wonderful as he moved in and out with powerful thrusts driving her closer and closer to an orgasm. Ragini wrapped her arms and legs around him as she rode the passion filled ride he was taking her on. It had been so long...too long and now at last..at last sweet release. Blessed bliss. Karthick continued until she was out of her mind with wild desire. She was ready to explode. She couldn't wait any longer she had to let it go.

"Oh yes..Oh yes...I'm going to cum!" She cried out. She scratched his back as a powerful orgasm overtook her.

"Oh my God! Oh Ragini Mam!" Karthick moaned as his own orgasm erupted. He twitched and convulsed before resting on Ragini's body. "Oh God!"

Ragini awoke covered in sweat. The sheets on the bed were tangled and disheveled. Her nipples were erect and she felt satisfied and horny at the same time. She looked next to her expecting to see Karthick but saw nothing. That was when she realized she had been dreaming. She felt her finger in her vagina. Damn that Karthick. Ragini sat up in the bed and held herself. What had he done to her. What was she going to do?
By this time many readers like Ragini mam would have the fingers teasing their swollen clit wet and soaked panties sorry but its time to end the lovely narration. I welcome your comments feed backs and much more just in case you are in a similar situation as my beloved Ragini Mam narrated above scribble a few lines to seekcompany@gmail.com so we can take it to the next level from here.

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Yours Lovingly

JJ