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Hot Lecturer Became My Hot Wife

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Hi N8story friends It happened a long time back when I did B.Sc. Computer Science. There was a lecturer named Lincy who was the beauty queen of the college. Even all male staffs try to act smart when she crosses them. She is 28 years old, lean and very attractive with cute boobs hidden inside sari. It’s the college rule to wear sari for teachers. So, all the students were lucky to have a sneak on their favorite teachers’ boobs during the class hours. Return to story; I am the poorest in studies and won’t study well. All other students were able to pass excluding me. So she concentrated more on me to get 100% pass. She even offered me to teach after college hours but I never attended it. It was then on Friday, she called me on lunch hour when I and my friends were playing on class room. I went nearby to her and she asked me to come on next day for special class just for me.</div>
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On next day, I went to college, but she doesn’t reach the college. I waited for almost 30 minutes and then she came running asking sorry for late arrival. With smiling face, we opened a class room and went inside. We sat on a table while she sat on my right side. She was teaching me and I was learning without any motivations. I haven’t had any sex motive on her though I used to see her private parts. But suddenly rain started pouring off and the darkness surrounded the college. There was no electricity on class rooms since the power house of our college will be closed on weekend.</div>
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Then suddenly she went to toilet which was outside and came in after a long time. She was completely drenched and her sari was sticking on her body. I could clearly see her cleavage and the bra inside the sari which became very transparent due to water. She was shivering and smiled at me. By seeing her cleavage and boobs, my brother got erected on pants. I stood up and went near her. She became shy on seeing me as her dress was very transparent and she moved her hands over boobs to hide it.</div>
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I asked does she need my shirt, and she immediately replied “YES”. I removed my shirt and gave it to her. She took it and suddenly my naughty tongue suggested her to remove the sari and wear the shirt so that she won’t shiver. She accepted it and turned back and started removing her pallu and sari. After removing the sari, I just pulled her near to me and kissed her on her Lips. For a while she wasn’t able to recover from the shock.</div>
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Then she started pushing me harder and she was not responding to my kiss. She kicked my legs and she scratched my back with her nails. Though it was painful, I never left her. I started pressing her boobs with my right hand and it was sudden she escaped from my hands. She ran near the door which was wide open. She went out of class and closed one side door, but within time, I reached near her and grabbed her inside and closed the other door too from inside. She was now helpless and she started pleading me. I never hear her request and she now ran to other end of class which was almost dark due to bad weather. I went near her and pulled her near me. Daily fresh stories only @ N8story.com</div>
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I made her to lie on floor and I lay above her. She was struggling hard to get over and she started screaming. I closed her mouth with one hand and while the other was busy undoing her blouse. After which I undo her bra and now, she was seminude before me. By then, my cock stood at 90 degree seeing her boobs. I immediately pulled her under skirt above and opened my pant Zip and took out my cock. I pressed it inside her pussy and after few strokes, for my surprise she was moaning. I kissed her again and now she responded well. I kept on pushing harder and harder and after 15 minutes, I ejaculated on her pussy. After this, I was exhausted and laid near her.</div>
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Then after few minutes, there was a clean silence around the class room and she suddenly broken it by crying. I haven’t got guts to see her face and I was looking down on floor. She stood up and dressed up with the sari and left the college.</div>
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I was afraid of the incident and on Monday she was absent. I too took leave on after noon and went to her house with the address I got from my friends. When I reached her home, she was alone in her house. She saw me on roadside and called me inside with a rough face. With minutes of silence, I asked her about her absence in college. She doesn’t reply me and after minutes, I stood up and said I’m Leaving. She then came near the door and said, “Wednesday is your semester exam starts, so prepare it well. Don’t mind on thinking what happened.” And she also said she was feeling pain and that’s the reason for leave. I asked sorry to her and returned home. I learned well and luckily I took 80% marks on her subject. She was happy on that and she greeted me over phone after results published. I used to call her after that and we started loving each other. After my master’s degree, I married her though she was 6 years older than me. We now lead a happy life with two kids.</div>
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Hot Lecturer Became My Hot Wife

Hi N8story friends It happened a long time back when I did B.Sc. Computer Science. There was a lecturer named Lincy who was the beauty que...

Master Takes Advantage Of Vani

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<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Hi. My name is Vani. Im a 30 year old beautiful lady married to Bala. We both work for Roshan Seth and his wife Janki at their bungalow on the outskirts of Surat. Bala is Seth’s driver and I’m the housemaid. I know what you guys and girls are waiting for. Well, I want to share how Seth fucked me and showed me what Bala had not. I love the way he screws me, and I’m happy having sexual relations with him. We have been sexual partners for five years and hope that Seth continues to fuck me for several more years.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">This happened five and half years back when I got married to Bala. We courted for a year before tying the knot. I used to love his sincere and child-like nature. He took good care of me and made me realize his true love. So we approached our parents and fortunately they agreed.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Bala brought me to Seth’s house and we were given a room in his big 8 bed roomed villa. Only Seth and his wife stayed here, as their only son looked after their diamond business in Surat.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Bala and I had a somewhat dis-satisfied sex life. He had a small cock that was at times immune to my hugely proportionate body. I wondered how my bare and soft boobs couldn’t raise a dick. I loved the way other guys would admire and stare at me while I walked. Their gaze would follow my ass and I knew they shagged imagining fucking me. Now, Bala knew he had a serious problem and we both went to see a doctor. He took him to the examining room and asked him to strip. He made some tests touching him around his genitals. After few tests of blood, urine etc, she declared that he is impotent and must take a course of tablets for four to five months.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Right from the first night I was thirsting to have a cock inside my soft cunt. Bala was sweet, but I was suffering out of lack of sex. Our distance began to grow. My soft tits had not tasted a man’s lips. In spite of being married, we hadn’t fucked for a month. My lust was overflowing. I didn’t know what to do. Seth’s prying eyes fell on my virgin ass, and my luck blossomed.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">It happened slowly, but Seth made out I was not getting male attention. Whenever I used to be front of him, I used to pull my saree palloo, and put it back. My swollen tits were easily seen. My flat stomach caught Seth’s attention. He said, ‘tu saree ko naabhi ke neeche bandha kar. Bahut chota lagta hai tera pet.’[ better tie your saree below the navel. Your stomach is so small.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I blushed and went away. But I thought about him whole night. I thought, if I can let Seth catch and feel my stomach and navel, it will make me feel nice. I fantasized Seth moving his hands and pressing me on my navel.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Next day, Seth and I were alone in the house. I saw his eyes following me. I was wearing pink blouse and pink saree. I thought, now Seth will touch me. Just that happened. I made a naughty action of reaching out to the vessels on the higher cupboard. I jumped little, and came on the ground. That day, my saree was tied below the navel. He saw my navel. I made out he was hot. Again I moved my right hand in the air to touch the vessel. My boobs and my cleavage were nicely seen. My navel looked very tempting. I jumped again and made a cry as though my leg is sprained. Seth came running and said, ‘ kya hua? Tujhe kya  chahiye.’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">‘Babuji, who upar rakha bartan main pahunch nahin sakti.’ Seth said, ‘main bhi nahin pahunch sakta. Tu uth ja, main tujhe uthata hoon.’ Just what I wanted. I got up and he lifted me by the hips. I took the vessel and asked him to put me down.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">He was in no mood to do. He quietly moved to his bedroom carrying me in his strong arms. And put me on the bed. I said, ‘babuji, aap kitne hatte katte ho. Mujh jaisi ladki ko utha liya. Who bhi itna chalke aaye?’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Seth said, ‘arre, aaj bhi mujhme itni chusti hai jo kisi 20 varsh ke mard me ho. Tu kya sochi, main tujhe gira dunga.’<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘Nahin babuji, aap to mere bala se be zyada takatwwar lagte ho. Kya aapki raaten bhi itni jawaan hain.’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I was myself surprised to have asked such a question to a man old enough to be my father’s age. But I didn’t wait for the answer and ran away from the room as I was embarrassed.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">That night also I didn’t sleep and fantasized Seth putting his cock into me. I felt that he can be a nice replacement for my husband. So what if I shared my body with him. But sexual gratification was my right. If marriage can’t fulfill it, alternates are to be chosen…</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Bala had borrowed huge sum of money from moneylenders and was finding it difficult. He told me somehow he has to pay rs.20000 or else those moneylenders would kill him. I told him not to worry. I would find a way.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Next day, I went to Seth. I told him, ‘babuji, main aapse kuch kehna chahti hoon. Aap to jante hain, hum log ko aapka hi sahara hai. Bala ne kuch rupye liye hain kisi se. hume aapki madad chahiye.’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Seth got up with a start,” ladki, main tumhari koi madad nahin kar sakta. Mujhe uskie aadaten malum hai.”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I fell at Seth’s feet. My pallu fell. I cried, ‘babuji, aap hame is sankat se chudaiye. Main aapka eke k rupya lauta dungi.’ My breasts were fully exposed. And Seth saw them with lust. He told Bala to go out.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">When Bala went out, I overheard him sobbing. Seth said, ‘tu lautane ke fikar mat kar. Main uska har karz de dunga. Par ek shart hai.’<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘Woh kya babuji’ , I asked innocently, knowing very well the old man was horny.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">‘Tu to janti hai kee teri malkin bimar rehti hai. Main akela kuch kar nahin pata, sivay is land ko pakad kar hilana. Main chahta hoon kie tu mere bistar ko garam kar de.’<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘Babuji, aap ye kya keh rahe hain. Main aapke beti ki umar ki hoon.’ I knew he will screw me eventually. Why not make him desparate?</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">‘Tu ek jawan nari hai. Aur teri bharpoor jawani ko ye bala kya pehchanega. Tere boobe to aaj tak usne nahin chuye. Teri gand kya marta hoga?’<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘Babuji, aapko sharam aani chahiye mere saath aise baat karte. Agar bala ke paison ki baat nahin hoti, to main aapke samne kabhi nahin aati.’<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘Tujhe bhi ek mard ki zaroorat hai. Main dekhta hoon, kaise thande pati ke saath tu tadap tadap ke karvat liye soti hai.’<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘Aapko ye sab kaise pata.’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">‘Jab tum log raat ko sote ho, to main camera se dekhta hoon. Usne tujhe aaj tak bina kapde nahin dekha. Maine tujhe nanga dekha hai. Teri chuchiyan, teri kamsin kamar aur tere haseen galle ko itni nazdeek se maine dekha hai.’<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘Babuji, meherbani karke meri laaj rakh lo. ‘</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">‘Isme bura manne kee kya baat hai. Tu jawan hai. Teri jawani garam hai, aur main tujhe thandak dunga. Par isi shart pe. Tu mere paise ko chukane ke liye, meri har tan ki aag bhujayegi. Bala ko Surat bhej denge, aur hum dono aish karenge. ‘<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘Babuji mujhe sochna padega.’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">‘kal ye paise wale bhookhe, uski jaan le lenge aur tujhe apni randi bana denge. Phir mut aana mere paas. Dono ki bhalayi isi me hai.’<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I told bala that he must go away to Surat and I will do the hard work and pay up the moneylenders. To save his life, he willingly went away.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOURqIS2APeN1gDXxVBm6_or2eeNVWBkW3q-t9TE8bP3T7RaJnpqPCbPzqTKpMvucLpJ_6QV3C7_E7Iw8L3Igz6UvHdiIZQhyphenhyphen5kEFLAfptgABIKZrdVpXGpfnnicg9uY89RxFn3nCaRY/s1600/x7x14yQE8b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOURqIS2APeN1gDXxVBm6_or2eeNVWBkW3q-t9TE8bP3T7RaJnpqPCbPzqTKpMvucLpJ_6QV3C7_E7Iw8L3Igz6UvHdiIZQhyphenhyphen5kEFLAfptgABIKZrdVpXGpfnnicg9uY89RxFn3nCaRY/s1600/x7x14yQE8b.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">That night, I was in Seth’s bedroom. He had got the bed decorated with jasmine flowers and was staring at me. He pulled away my red new saree and saw me in blouse and petticoat. My eyes were looking down and I bowed. I said, ‘babuji, please mujhe aap narmee se karna. Mujhe anubhav nahi hai.’<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘tum kyun ghabrati ho. Main tumhe pehle ek bahut khoobsurat film dikhaunga.’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">He put on the vcd of a blue movie. I was aroused. My body currents were yearning for a hard rod between my thin and long legs. By the way, let me now tell you, that I’m 5.6 feet tall. My curves are 28-26-32. The most sensational part of my body is my slim waist and huge boobs. My ass is global round and will make every man’s meat go wild. So Seth was wild.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">‘ab tu apne kapre utar, ek ek karke mere saamne.’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">While I was disrobing, he too removed his juba and vest. His pajamas were out in seconds. And his huge cock was waiting to come out from his underwear.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I removed my blouse and covered by breasts with both my hands. I said, ‘please, lights band kar dijiye’. ’kyon nahin’, he said. He switched off the tube light but put on a blue bulb in the corner. My curves were looking blue and I was blushing. I never knew Seth was so perverted. He may have seen me taking a shower; he may have seen me putting on my bra; and he may have observed my cleavage for many many days. Now I’m facing him.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">He said ‘abhi kuch kaam ho jay.’ He ripped my bra away and pulled the string of my petticoat. My belly went inside with his cold hands touching me. My Bala has not even cared to see me this naked, let alone put his dick inside.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">He squeezed my ass and I was in deep bliss. I was thanking my lord for this day. I moved my breasts in front of him. He licked one while his hands were massaging the other. It felt so nice. He started sucking like a kid and it felt so much more nice. I was moaning. I was enjoying. I thought,’; why I didn’t get Seth as my husband on my first night?’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">He moved his hands on my back and again squeezed my virgin ass. Slowly his hands went inside my white panties and touched my pussy.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I was cold the moment he touched me there. I pushed him aside and said,’ye galat hai babuji. Aap bibiji ke hain. Main sirf bala kee. Ye paap hai,babuji.’<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘are meri radha. Tu tadap rahi hai. Dekh, tere juice nikal rahe hain. Tere ye chuchiyan naram se garam ho gayee hain. Tu apne tan ki pyas mujhse bhuja rahi hai. Agar aaj main tujhe nahin chodunga, to tu kal bahut pachtayegi. Kahegi ki babuji kitne ache they. Main hi idiot nikli.’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Before I could react, he put his hands on my panties and pulled it away. I was resisting, but my fire was burning. I kept saying, ‘nahin, nahin.’ And he was enjoying the foreplay. He inserted his tongue into my pussy and licked away. He licked and he licked and he licked. And I was experiencing orgasm and another orgasm and another orgasm. His strong hands held my thighs up in the air whilst he dug his tongue deep into my core. My hands were on his shoulders and I dug my nails into them as I was experiencing the juices coming out.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">After about twenty mintues he said, ‘aaj tu meri biwi hai. Tujhe meri har baat man ni padegi. ‘</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">‘Ji babuji. Main tiyar hoon. ‘</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">‘Ab main tere andar mera ye lauda dalunga. Is kabhi teri malkin bahut pasand karti thi. Ab bechari lachaar hai. Aur mera lauda ek shaant aur naya swarg dhund raha hai. Who hai teri chooth. Tu badi khush naseeb hai ke itna mota lauda tere is gand ki pyas bhujayega. ‘<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />‘Saab, aap bahut ache ho. Main aapse bahut pyar karti hoon.’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">‘Mera lauda dekhne ke baad har aurat yahi kehti hai. Main 55 saal ka hoon, lekin meri chodne ka dhang aur josh koi jawan mard match nahin kar sakta. Ab tu apni tang upar utha. Main isko andar ghusainga.’</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I hugged him and my breasts were heaving. He sucked my tits and lifted my hands. His nose went up my armpits and came down. I felt soooo nice. He did this with my other tit and lifted my other hand. Again his nose went up my armpit and came down. I felt so nice. In between this, I felt his warm tool shoving away and pounding away into my hole. My pussy was warm and welcomed his meat. I hugged him with both my hands and he smooched my hot lips.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I was in heaven. I never knew sex was so much of a pleasure. He pushed and pushed till his cock rested on my core. I was in pain. There was blood coming out. My hymen was ruptured. His tight buttocks were pushing the walls of my tight pussy. His warm hands lifted my knees while he pounded. It felt like I was a barren land and was being ploughed.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">If I hadn’t experienced such a screw, I would have repented. I loved this man. My lover, my husband for the night! He made me complete! He saw the satisfaction in my eyes! His lips kept going down to my breasts and sucking them. We screwed thrice that night. And each time, I felt the same satisfaction.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">I never knew, old men had such vigor. He taught me various positions. He explored every inch of my body with is tongue. He touched me in places where I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I loved every moment.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Seth would have screwed his wife so much and I wish I would have been his wife when he was 25 year old. If at this age there was so much stamina, just imagine how he would have fucked at 25?  My eyes are aflutter with every push. He has made me so much his woman!</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">For five and half years I’ve been paying the price for Bala’s borrowing and I have no regrets. Seth has given me what Bala couldn’t and I have no regrets.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">My body is so much refined because a man like Seth has devoured and hammered his 9 inch cock. He is god to me.</span></div></div>

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<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLE-AOjBEueVT8GCjw9CAE-kXaJdgxL2oO0C9Absh9HequtQbxD0_2N5YElrEZZYJvCsPImXoeyZGqeKH7Sc2A8rll0AMYh-DVNGFeH5djvzKBseZTYGaiDP201yxtVK2qXlwJ_F85kpU/s1600/shutterstock_27_a06_379384t.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLE-AOjBEueVT8GCjw9CAE-kXaJdgxL2oO0C9Absh9HequtQbxD0_2N5YElrEZZYJvCsPImXoeyZGqeKH7Sc2A8rll0AMYh-DVNGFeH5djvzKBseZTYGaiDP201yxtVK2qXlwJ_F85kpU/s320/shutterstock_27_a06_379384t.jpg" width="280" /></a></div>Hi Smita love you babe you are the most wonderful friend of mine and  telling you what you wanted from me. I am not telling a story so don’t  know how to write all that stuff. This is about me and I am Amit today  23 years old looking after my father’s business. My sex story is about  how I raped my tutor Sonali madam. Yes raped my madam and she couldn’t  do anything about the same.<br />
Obviously this happened 3 years back  but more then that something else happened 9 -10 years ago. I was born  with a silver spoon but when it comes to studies I was the last one. I  was in 8th std but that was very different that how I managed till 7th  std was because my dad use to fund the school with lots of stuff and it  was when I completed 7th it was the principal who told my parents its  better we fail him or it will be difficult for him.<br />
Mom being mom  told she will see I will perform good next year. I was always beaten  black and blue by my mom. So after joining the school within a month I  was having 2 tutors one for language, Ramesh sir and rest of the subject  were taken care by this young lady who was topper in her school college  20 years old Sonali madam. She need extra money for her education and  mom told I am all her she can beat me and do anything but something  should go in my head about my studies.<br />
She stayed just few  building behind where I stayed and I used to go to her place actually in  the beginning our servant use to carry my bag and drop at her apartment  and her first punishment started in the first week as she told my  servant to stop coming and I should come alone carrying the bag and go  home. My mother too told the servant not to carry my bags anymore I was  pissed but couldn’t do anything. I was slapped pinched and even on  holidays she uses to teach or torture me I don’t know.<br />
One thing  leads to other and I manage to get 52% mark without any grace in my  quarterly exam and principal too was happy and Sonali madam was praised a  lot. No one I was dead afraid of this bitch Sonali madam, I even use to  piss in my pants and was so afraid of her. But within few months I was  back to normal as mom more them mom I was dad’s pet and in mid semester I  failed in 3 subjects and Sonali madam scolded my parents as most of the  days.<br />
I didn’t went for tuitions as I really didn’t want to go  telling lie I was sick not felling well or going to dad to his  restaurant again mom gave her the full authority to do whatever she  wanted to do, an this time the torture grew as she started making me sit  first without shirt pinching me then my shorts too was down and she  used to make me sleep on her lap and spank my buttocks and told if I  tell my parents what type of punishment.<br />
She was giving then they  wont believe and I well get more such punishment. In the initial I was  really angered and used to cry all day and I thought of planning  something and told mom to tell teacher to come to our house and give  tuition which madam first denied but later on increasing her payment she  readily agreed. I want to show my parents what kind of teacher she is  so started using my camera which dad had gifted me.<br />
I could come  handy as I was really good in photography still photos as well as in  video taping at that time. My parents didn’t know at that time but out  here too within few days Sonali madam came to her true picture and  started giving me punishment and this time she was arousing me my  pinching my nipples and she started squeezing my penis balls if I did  something wrong and if I was correct she could give me lot of kisses<br />
I  started even playing with my penis which started arousing me like hell  even in school I started to know more about sex because of my friend  Sumant and I use to spy on our seniors Vijay Mehta who was also the  school leader and bully who use to have sex with 10th std school beauty  and slut Reema desai. My session in fact of getting torturous and  humilities by Sonali madam of undressing me squeezing my cock spanking  my buttocks.<br />
I was exciting in the night I started to masturbate  soon the thrill of sex started entering me, when I was 9th std I started  going back to Sonali’s madam house for tuition as thinks were  interesting and she too started liking me as I was co-operative and this  time she use to take serious studies for 2 hours and the last one hour  it was very playful as she use to kiss me telling that I am a good boy  and pressing my dick which was getting bigger and bigger as days passed<br />
She  use to hug me or sleep on top of me rub her pussy on my dick and so on,  nothing happened without clothes it was all with clothes in 10th std we  started our oral sex in mid term and I couldn’t live without the same. I  went mad to suck her cunt and finger fucks the same. Sonali madam  grunted as she loved me sucking her she sucked of my cock and balls made  me cum many times. I even pleaded her to have real sex to which she  told that’s only for her husband and so on.<br />
I was having a nice  time and once my 10th std was over and when everyone was think I could  fail I got 62% mark to everyone’s surprise. My dad gave her maruti zen  and that was the last time I had sex in fact oral sex when we were  together in fact she took me to her parent’s places at Satara they had  lot of farms and we had lot of oral sex. She dropped and that was tha  last time I saw her and later she left that place <br />
She was  getting married but it did bothered me a lot as I didn’t had sex and on  top of that mom too expired due to multiple organ failure. I was  depressed due to loss of my mom and father sent me a few days to our  farm house at Lonvala where we also had a resort nearby. The farm house  was looked by 28-30 year person Ramakant. The same evening Ramkant  caught me masturbating and told me why you have to use your hand<br />
I  asked me if I am interested in fucking someone. I was afraid and he  told not to worry he will make the arrangement around 8 pm he came with  20-22 year old ok looking girl and told her to take care of me. The  funniest thing (I know you all will laugh) was that I really didn’t know  what happened the moment I was nude and this girl I didn’t even know  her name was nude I was bursting to fuck her she came closed to me  telling me is it first time.<br />
All that stuff and held me cock and  jerked 2-3 times I literally came without doing anything. She laughed  telling its ok and all that stuff. She sucked me and I still was not  able to get an erection. The girl was about to leave to which Ramkant  stopped her from wearing her salwar telling her that she is here for the  full night and Saheb that was me will fuck her. Ramkant undressed and  started kissing her and seeing the way he grabbed the girl and  humiliated and ravaged her seeing the same.<br />
I was getting a  massive erection. He took her from behind telling that he will fuck her  ass as her cunt was for my virgin (un chudi lund) cock. She grunted as  he fucked her ass and told me to give my cock in her mouth. I did and I  was getting really excited with all that stuff. Then I took her from  behind but in her cunt which was dripping and the first instant the hot  cunt made me crazy as I entered my cock deeper and deeper at last I  fucked for 10-15 min and came in her. It was wonderful.<br />
I fucked  her again in the morning and Ramkant was more helpful as in my 10 days  of stay he made have sex with 4 different women’s all between 18-25  years. I was a real fucking man by now, came down to Pune after a  wonderful time and had the courage to take our maid Sheela who worked  with us for 7 years. She was married 25 years old women with kids and  from morning to evening and sometimes overnight too she stayed at our  house.<br />
It wasn’t difficult for me as I started touching here and  there sometimes made her rub her back which I use to do it earlier too  but this time I just use to wear a towel and tell her to rub my back.  Then I started hugging her which was surprised but later on didn’t  object. Then we use to talk a lot then few kisses then I dumped her on  my bed on day and fucked her. She went mad with my style of fucking and  she loved it and she was crazy for my dick and also I paid her whatever  she wanted.<br />
I also made her get some fucking cunts for me and she  did it as I had to give her lot of money which was never was a problem  for me. She even made her cousin sister have sex with me that was my  maid Sheela when I was doing hotel management made few friends and had  wonderful time with them too. I was 18 dads told me to come to office to  look after our Pune restaurant and I didn’t like but after failing in  hotel management too.<br />
I didn’t have any choice left rather then to  start working Dad’s 34 years old secretary Poonam Seti became my guide.  She was a bit fat big ass but within 6 months I seduced and started  fucking her. She enjoyed the most as she was an excellent in her work  but when it comes to boys nobody could date her. She was very hot in bed  too, ok now the final stuff that’s my teacher Sonali madam and what a  lucky day it was in June 2007 when dad was of to Australia for some  business trip.<br />
I went to drop him without the driver as I had my  own stuff as I had booked a high class call girl Rohini and was going to  spend the night with her at the airport I was stunned to see Sonali  madam with her husband Nitin Kulkarni who was going to go to US work  related for 6 months. Seeing her I forget everything as she was the  women of my dream who looked more beautiful then anyone and she was  surprised to see me.<br />
We had coffee and actually she was going to  return by bus and I told her I will take her home back as she stayed at  Airport road. She first said no and all that stuff, but I pleaded her  and around 10 pm we started I forgot everything about the Rohini and  even I had paid money in advance to her broker in Pune for our meeting  in Mumbai. I said hell with that and we had nice drive back with the  heavy rains.<br />
I was driving slowly but as we reached Dehuroad the  rain was heavier with no street lights. I was acting as if I was feeling  sleepy to which she told she can stop at my place and then she can a  send a driver as I was unable to drive. I stayed at Pradhikaran near  Bhel chowk reached home Sheela opened the door first she was happy as I  have told her that from now I will fuck her whenever and wherever I  wanted, but seeing<br />
Sonali madam she knew I had already brought  someone. But she didn’t know who she was and what I was planning all the  way while I was driving of actually brining her home and fucking her  even if she objected. Luckily our driver was not there and told Sonali  madam to stay back I will drop her home early home to which she didn’t  had any problem.<br />
I purposely gave her a bath robe and gave her my  room to sleep which was more then kind of a sound proof as I use to play  drums so dad made some changes and also had 2 entrances and made sure  the other door was open. I told Sheela that I am going to fuck her and  even if she objected I am going to rape her to which she was afraid, but  told nothing will happen.<br />
I told her to give her some hot milk  and added crystal meth (and very potent aphrodisiac which is an  hyperarousal and hypersexuality drug, actually given to me by none other  then my sexy fat assed Poonam Sethi which was used only once with one  of our House keeping manager Mrs. Suman. I got tired of fucking her but  she wanted more of me. She uses to get me some House keeping girls or  receptionist who were need of money.<br />
Her condition was she didn’t  mind me fucking anyone else unless I satisfy her and I liked the deal)  Sheela went and came back within 10 min and I was waiting as it takes  15-20 min to starts its action or reaction whatever. I was waiting in  the kitchen with Sheela mauling her breast dry fucking her butts. I went  in to my room from the back door and also took Sheela along with me.  She was all over my bed unable to control I went in she was surprised  and asked me what I am doing.<br />
I told her that we have some un  finished business what started 7 years back. She was surprised I caught  her hands and she was struggling she even slapped me, Sheela held her  hands I removed her bathrobe. He cunt was wet I knew I should thank  poonam for the same. I didn't had the patience and removing my tracksuit  I held her legs apart and entered my cock in her wet cunt for few min  she was still crying and cursing me but after 5-10 min she was telling  me to fuck her hard.<br />
I fucked her for 2 long hours and also made  her suck Sheelas cunt after everything was over I showed her the video  which I had recorded when I was in 8th the purpose was just to tell her  that is she tried to act smart she will go in prison for child abuse  rather then me. She was with me for 3 days and I enjoyed the time of my  life. I still fuck her today as I don’t know in spite of every other  girl I fucked was temporary fun, but with Sonali madam it was always  wonderful.<br />
Most of the time, our fucking starts with her denial  and ending up with her groaning moaning like a slut. I love teasing her  in front of her husband she gets pissed off but I love it. 2008 her  husband lost his job and I gave her a job as an assistant manager which  made me closer to her. Fucking her everyday twice day I never get bored  no matter she hates but has to do it because she didn’t had any other  option.<br />
I love her in Sari and made sure she never wore panties  when she is with me. If I find it I tore it off and I might have torn  15-20 panties. She made sure whenever she entered my cabin she used to  remove it off and by mistake its there I use to cut them into pieces.  She curses me whenever I do that but still gets fucked and I know and  she knows once my dick is in her wet cunt she always wanted more. I know  I am bad man might be, but what to do I am still crazy about Sonali  madam that’s all Smita about me</div>

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