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Fulfilling Fantasies Ch. 01

By: fluidline1



The craft was a last minute replacement, and though the stranded passengers heaved a sigh of relief when the news was announced, after having had to bear the murky waiting lounge at the dark airport, she was furious.

That meant another day of shooting gone to the dogs. Another round of curses from the producer and whining from the director.

The original departure had been at 1530 hrs. The replacement 707 took off from Delhi at 2030 hrs. That meant she would reach home somewhere at 11 in the night.

She had used her cell and instructed the driver to stay put at the Mumbai airport till she would tell him otherwise.

She curtly refused the coffee offered by the airhostess and settled back in the uncomfortable seat of the IA flight, picking up the newspaper stuffed inside the pouch of the seat ahead of her.

Probably a newspaper left behind by the passenger who had occupied her seat during the previous flight.

She idly shuffled the papers and then, her eyes lit up when she came across a clip. It was a brief write up about Christina Aguilera, the Dirrty pop sensation. While a picture at the left showed the pop star posing with a light blue cap, the one at the bottom right showed her from her bust upward, apparently standing up, her hands tied to a large ring above.

She read the article, more out of curiosity than interest.

‘ SO WHAT IS IT THAT MAKES A WOMAN HAPPY? PERHAPS DIAMONDS OR BETTER STILL TO BE HANDCUFFED FOR LOVE. OR SO IT SEEMS FOR CHRISTINA AGUILERA. "IF A LOVER WANTS TO EXPERIMENT WITH HANDCUFFS, THEN THAT'S FAIR ENOUGH FOR ME!" DECLARED THE 23-YEAR-OLD CHART PRINCESS IN HER RAUNCHIEST INTERVIEW EVER. "WHAT'S THE POINT OF HOLDING BACK THAT SIDE OF YOUR PERSONALITY IF IT'S HORNY AND TURNS YOU BOTH ON?" FOR THE RECORD, THE DARLING CHRISTINA WHOSE STEAMY HITS INCLUDE WHAT A GIRL WANTS, STRIPPED AND CAN'T HOLD US DOWN ALSO SAID, "I'M NOT ASHAMED OF MY BODY OR MY NEEDS IN THE BEDROOM. I'M A RED-BLOODED WOMAN WHO DOESN'T FEEL GUILTY ABOUT MAKING LOVE. AND IT'S ONLY HUMAN NATURE TO FULFILL THAT NEEDS EVERYDAY IF YOU CAN.

SOMETIMES, I WANT GENTLE, TENDER LOVE-MAKING, OTHER TIMES I LIKE TO PLAY A BIT ROUGHER AND NOT LET THE MAN DOMINATE ME."

EARLIER THIS YEAR, THE SINGER, CURRENTLY WOWING MOVIEGOERS AS THE VOICE OF A JELLY FISH IN ANIMATED HIT SHARK TALE, HINTED THAT GIRL-ON-GIRL ENCOUNTERS COULD BE A TURN ON. BUT SHE WENT EVEN FURTHER WHEN SHE CONFIDED: "I MUST ADMIT THE IDEA OF TWO WOMEN GETTING IT ON DOES DO IT FOR ME AS WELL. WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL CREATURES AND THE SIGHT OF THEM KISSING OR CARESSING EACH OTHER IS HORNY." THEN CHEEKY CHRISTINA, ENGAGED TO LONG-TIME LOVE JORDAN BRATMAN, UNVEILED THE STEAMY DAYDREAM THAT TOPS HER EROTIC WISH LIST PLUCKING A STAR-STRUCK FAN FROM THE AUDIENCE FOR A DRESSING ROOM QUICKIE! SHE ADDS, "I'VE SPOTTED GUYS IN THE CROWD AND THOUGHT, ‘WOW, I LIKE THE LOOK OF YOU!' YOU DO FANTASIZE ABOUT INVITING THEM BACKSTAGE AFTER THE SHOW"

She closed the newspaper and reclined back against the seat, closing her eyes and thinking about what the singing star had said. 

A couple of months ago, she had met Christina during one of her shows. The singer was sexy all right. And she had right away suspected that Christina was a freak.

She breathed deeply, her eyes still closed. Visions of picking up a guy from the crowd for a quickie in the dressing room, making it with another woman, dominating a guy and then being dominated by him sprang through her mind.

Suddenly, she felt the wetness between her legs and she crossed them. She squeezed her thighs and began to rock one leg that was crossed over the other. This way, she felt better.

She always had this uncanny method of masturbating. All she needed was a clenching pair of her legs, a rocking motion of one of them and bang! 

She glanced at the passengers seated next to her. Most of them were dozing. She wondered what they would think if they ever realized that she was masturbating. A hand-less masturbation!

It was while she was thus masturbating that she made up her mind to fulfill those fantasies that Christina had spoken about.

After all, she was one of Indian films' newer, hotter and of lately bigger actors.

Mallika Sherawat. 

******

It was during the annual award ceremony that she finally decided that she was going to do what Christina had said she would like to do. 

During the award ceremony, there were a lot of dance items and she had to participate in one of them. She was also required to walk down the stage and mingle with the guests. Most of the celebrities were seated in the first few rows, but she also chose to sashay down the line.

She had spotted the man a couple of minutes after she had been introduced.

He was of an indeterminable age: perhaps mid-forties, or maybe more than that. Secretly, she always preferred older men. She remembered what Rani Mukherjee had said: "The older they are, the better! Maybe they take time to get a hard on, but boy, once they get one, they last forever!"

Her act involved mingling with the crowd and when she reached the man, she leaned across him and hurriedly pushed the paper into his soft hands.

"Read that and do as it says!" she whispered, smiling at the crowd. "The red door over there. Just sneak past it and walk to the end of the passage. Push the green door and I'll be waiting!"

The man was confused and actually blushed, clutching the paper tightly. 

Mallika backed off to the stage, whirled around to complete her silly dance, which was basically rocking her hips back and forth, pushing her ample breasts to and fro and affixing a wide, supposedly sensuous plastic smile. Amid a thundering applause, she curtsied and then rushed away after the curtains dropped.

She was in a hell of a hurry. She could actually feel the wetness seeping between her legs. Her heart was hammering so loudly; she had to slow down as she acknowledged the greetings of those men and women who worked as the extras during such functions.

It was quiet in the passage that led to her private dressing room beyond the green door. It was a small cabin with almost half of one wall covered with a mirror. Set off to one side at a right angle to this mirrored wall was a long sink, rather like a low platform, provided again with a small mirror and holding an array of her makeup items.

She looked at her reflection in the large mirror. She was flushed and breathing hard, her breasts heaving with the exertion. She gripped the edges of the sink as she looked at her profile in the mirror.

They had labeled her ‘Bombshell' and not without reason. In the slinky one-piece silk dress, with those long slits at the sides, hugging her body, a scooped neckline exposing the tempting valley of her breasts, her almost ordinary face now highlighted with those amazing makeup tricks, she looked downright lovely and sexy. She had tied her silky hair in a bun atop her head. The dress was held at the shoulders by a pair of very thin straps, clung to her tiny waist with the aid of a small, concealed zip and billowed below and over her long legs.

She turned to the door and waited with bated breath. This was the first time she was doing this: picking up a stranger from the crowd and waiting for him to do it to her in the dressing room.

"Come on, come on," she murmured to herself, rubbing her legs against each other, her hands behind her gripping the edge of the sink.

Her heart did a somersault when the door opened slowly and the man peered inside. He caught sight of her and stepped in.

"Lock the door and come here," she whispered urgently.

To say that the man was confused would be an understatement. But he obeyed her, locking the door with trembling hands and then walking slowly towards her till he was barely a foot away.

He was sweating and his eyes were wide open. He wasn't much to look at. Tall and gawky, he had shoulder-length hair. A shaggy moustache covered his upper lips over which protruded his rather large nose. 

"W-what I-is I-it?" he stammered.

She gave him one of her famous smiles, flashing her bright teeth. With one hand, she pulled the dress up to her waist revealing silk panties.

"What do you think?" she said huskily.

He was taken aback even though he had expected that the reason she had summoned him was sex. But the suddenness of her action stunned him. His eyes popped out when she pushed the green panties down her hips to reveal her mound. It was glistening and he could see the wetness clearly even though the room was illuminated by a couple of low wattage bulbs.

She extended the same hand and gripped the waistband of his trousers, yanking him towards her till his body was draped over hers and her lips were scant inches from his ears.

She pushed her tongue out and licked his ear before whispering, "I want you to fuck me!"

His senses reeling, he watched through glazed eyes as she expertly unbuckled his belt and dragged down the zipper. 

She pulled his head closer to her and then he felt his trousers and shorts sliding down his legs. He groaned when her hot, sweaty hand closed over his penis.

"Aahhhh," he gasped as she pushed down the skin over the glans.

Rani was right, she thought as she fondled his shaft. He wasn't yet fully hard.

"W-why m-me?" he blurted out.

"Why not?" she replied huskily. "I sort of like you."

She pushed his head back and then leaning into him, pressed her mouth against his lips. His mouth was open and she slid her tongue inside.

Probably he was satisfied with her answer, or perhaps her tongue in his mouth and her fist jerking his penis gave him the courage to reach up tentatively and grab her breasts.

She sighed. Always the breasts, she thought. Her breasts fascinated all the men she had ever been with. And why not, she thought. They were large, pert and supple. Yet, so firm, she really did not need the half bra she was now wearing. 

He began to knead her breasts savagely, as though he was afraid that she would change her mind and end it all. He pushed down the thin straps and she moaned when his hands grabbed her bra-encased breasts.

She drew back slightly and he opened his eyes. Now what?

Lazily, she swept the flat of her tongue over his open lips. He shuddered, pulling at her bra frantically.

"Wait," she murmured, reaching behind her to unfasten the clasp and let the bra slide down her shoulders. His eyes bulged even more when he saw her naked breasts tumble out.

My god, he thought, they were huge! The areoles ought to be at least a couple of inches in diameter, he guessed, taking hold of the erect dark brown nipples between his fingers and rolling them.

Her hand quickened its movement on his now rapidly hardening penis and to add to his delight, she slipped her other hand down between their bodies to hold his scrotum, as if she wanted to weigh them.

This time, he leaned towards her and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She had backed against the sink, her buttocks against the cool surface, legs instinctively spreading apart.

He ground his hips into her and she rubbed his glans against her wet pussy lips.

"Hmmmm…" he groaned, tightening his hold on her breasts, squeezing them savagely.

She tore her mouth away from his. Her eyes blazed at his and her voice was harsh.

"Put that thing inside me now!"

Still holding her breasts in his hands he pushed his hips against hers till she had to hop up to sit on the sink. She spread her legs apart and raised them up, encircling his waist with them. She pushed his shirt up so that she could watch his pulsating shaft.

Reaching down, she pried her pussy lips apart.

"Shove that cock inside me now, oh god, hurry, hurry!"

Continuing to maul her breasts, he thrust his hips forward. The glans brushed against her pussy and almost weeping with desire, she grasped the shaft with one hand and guided it to her wet opening.

"Now!" she cried.

He thrust further, arching his body back from the waist, also wanting to watch.

He grunted when his penis easily slipped inside her hot opening.

"Aggh…" she screamed, tightening her legs around his waist.

He felt like he had dipped his shaft in a tub of boiling slick oil. She was so smooth and open and ready for him that he had no problem burying himself right down to the hilt, till he could no longer see his shaft, plunged as it was inside her.

"Yessss…" she hissed, her hands around his shoulders. "That's it, yes, that's it. Fuck me now, fuck me!"

He began to move back and forth, delighting in the way her pussy clutched his shaft as it slipped in and out of the heat within her. 

They both bent down to watch the shaft piston furiously before he pushed her shoulders away to put his mouth on her right breast.

"Yes, lick my tits, oh yes, give it to me harder! Oh yes, fuck me, fuck faster damn it, faster!"

He suckled on her nipple, rubbing the other nipple between two fingers as he plowed in and out of her.

"Oh god," she gasped and he felt her legs clamping against his waist like a vice. "Oh god, this is not real, oh my god, I-I-a-am c-cum-cumming!"

He had hardly been inside her for a dozen strokes or so and she was on the verge of her orgasm. She couldn't believe it, and began to move her buttocks up and down to counter his thrusts.

"Oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, I'm there, yes, I'm there, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she panted, her head thrown back, eyes shut with pleasure.

He turned his attention to her other breast; this time, not merely licking the nipple, but taking as much of the supple flesh inside his mouth as possible. He did not slow down and instead continued to plunge his shaft harder inside her. Their thighs slapped against each other, the sound drowned by her guttural moan.

She tightened her hold on him; both, with her legs and hands, still moving her buttocks against his thrusting penis. She shuddered when he began to lick her nipples and then the whole of her large breast.

Then, amazingly, he did something she couldn't believe: he lifted her up and off the sink, his penis still embedded inside her pussy and walked towards the huge mirror, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. She squealed with pleasure when he slammed her back against the mirror, and standing up, holding her in position, her legs wrapped around his waist, and began to plunge faster and faster till her senses spun and she began to reach her second orgasm.

Oh my god, she thought. She had had been taken by so many men in the past, but it never had been anything like this! He pushed his hand below and with his finger, rubbed her erect clitoris as she slammed back against him.

"Oh god, yes, you beautiful bastard! Fuck me, oh yes, ram that lovely cock inside my cunt, oh god, yes, yes!"

The mirror creaked with the pressure of their bodies and he backed away slightly, pulling her along with him, afraid that they would damage the huge glass. He stared at the reflection. He could see her back and he swept up the dress over her hips so that he could also see his shaft plunging into her. He dragged his eyes away to watch her enormous breasts bouncing crazily and he pinched her clitoris.

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely, "take that, take that cock inside you! Feel it? Want more? Huh?"

Even though she was feeling drained, she nodded her head wildly, bouncing faster over him, feeling his hard throbbing member impale her every time she slammed down over it.

"Take it then, take it! Take that cock inside your horny hole, you bitch!" he gasped, pulling her head back by her hair. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, delighting in the way her breasts mashed against his chest, feeling the nipples through his shirt.

"I'm going to cum, baby," he panted, his thrusts quickening, his fingers moving in a blur on her clitoris.

She could feel his hot breath on her face when he uttered the words and she speeded up, wanting to have another climax. She knew she would have another because his fingers were now additionally driving her crazy. She could feel his shaft expand inside her pussy.

"Yes, yes," she breathed, "cum inside me, cum inside my cunt, oh yes, spray your cum inside me!"

His fingers left her clitoris and her mouth opened wide with astonishment when she felt him cramming a finger alongside his shaft.

"Oh my god!" she cried out. "What are you d-doing?"

He grunted and groaned. 

"Here it is baby," he muttered, his eyes on her bouncing breasts. "You sure you want it inside your cunt?"

"Yes, yes, cum inside me, shoot it in me!"

His body convulsed with a spasm and he shuddered.

"Ugghhh! Oh shit, oh shit, I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming inside your cunt! Take my juice inside your hole, you horny bitch, take it, take it!"

The very thought of his penis now beginning to shoot its man-juice inside her pussy, made her climax once more. Never, never like this, she thought as she bucked up and down on him, her hands plunging down to grab his balls…yes, his balls! 

"Aargghhh," he shouted, his eyes riveted on her bouncing breasts.

"Cum baby," she cooed. "Cum inside me, oh yes, wash my cunt with your cum!"

His movements suddenly stopped as if he wanted to savor the movement of his orgasm. He sucked his breath inside, starved for oxygen and his face took on an expression of agony and pleasure.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," he chanted as he felt his sperm exploding from his pulsating shaft. He let the shaft remain inside her pussy, right to the hilt, his balls pressed against the inside of her thighs, as he gasped and groaned.

His hands slowly fell away and he felt her grip relax. First, she swung her legs off his waist so that she was standing in front of him, and then, she let her hands unfold off his shoulders.

She looked at him. He was breathing as if he was coming off a hundred meter dash. 

They gazed at each other, both, unwilling to move their hips away to let his shaft slip out of her pussy.

Slowly, as though in slow motion, with his penis still inside her, she raised her head to his.

"Kiss me, stranger," she whispered.

He did, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth. Gasping, she sucked on it and then pushed his tongue back into his mouth with her own, forcing him to suck on it. As they kissed, she whipped up his shirt and he raised his arms to allow her to remove it. 

It was then her turn to raise her arms as he unzipped and then pulled her slinky dress up her body. His penis was still embedded inside her pussy, limp, as it had become after his enormous orgasm.

They glanced at their reflection in the mirror now that both were stark naked. She leaned back from the waist and he bent down to take one succulent breast into his mouth, lapping the ample flesh before closing his mouth around one large nipple.

"Aahhhh, yes, yes, suck me there!" she panted, her hands clutching the taut flesh of his buttocks, pressing her hips against his.

He now turned his attention to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, kneading the breast that he had been sucking earlier, pinching the nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

She managed to slide one hand between his thighs from behind him and caressed his balls, making him grunt. She encountered the wet juices dribbling down his sac and drenching her inner thighs. 

"I want to fuck you again," he murmured, pulling his head back from her breasts.

"Your cock is still inside me," she told him, licking his cheeks and allowing her tongue to dart in his ear.

"Yes, but it is still not hard," he reminded her, finally pulling his hips back. His penis flopped out, glistening with their combined juices.

"So what do you suggest?" she cooed, kissing his shoulder blades, bringing her hands down between their bodies to take the shaft in them. It was wet, and she thought she could feel a hint of the hardness return.

"Go down on your knees and suck it," he said harshly, cupping her breasts and mauling them frenziedly. 


Fulfilling Fantasies Ch. 01



She leaned back and looked into his eyes. His eyes were bleary with lust and his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"You want me to suck your cock?" she asked him.

"Oh god, yes," he replied.

"Will that make your cock hard again?"

"I'm sure it will."

"You are really sure?" she persisted.

"Yes, yes."

"And you will fuck me again after it gets hard?"

"I've already told you that I want to fuck you again. Now."

Holding his eyes with hers, she slowly slid down to the floor, her hands trailing along his chest and gliding to his hips. 

He shuddered at the twin sensations of her hands on his skin and the nipples brushing his bare flesh. 

Finally she was on her knees in front of him, her head level with his penis. He wrapped his hands around the bun of her hair atop her head and pulled her closer to his shaft till the glans were rubbing her face.

Her tongue was thickly wet with her hot saliva. She slid her fingertips over his balls, pressing erotically, not too hard, but hard enough for him to groan.

He looked down and found that she was still looking at him. Her mouth opened in a big ‘O' and he shuffled forward.

He gasped aloud when she suddenly ducked forward, taking almost half of the shaft inside the warmth of her mouth, clamping her red lips around the flesh. She could have taken the entire length as he was still not fully erect, but preferred to keep about half of his penis outside her mouth. 

She moaned as she began to suck on him, taking away one hand from his testicles, sliding it down her parted knees to finger herself. She held him in her mouth for a long time, moving slowly up and down his length. Her tongue caressed his throbbing flesh, adding to his pleasure.

Almost instantaneously, his penis became rigid as her mouth worked back and forth his shaft, leaving saliva to drip off the length, falling down onto her heaving breasts, making them glisten with her own oral liquids.

She breathed heavily through her nose, her mouth kept firm around his shaft. Her hand began pumping more violently between her legs and she was emanating more excited gasps from her throat.

He reached down and held her head in a vice-like grip and guided her back and forth along his penis. Her mouth was warm, her sensuous lips holding him with the perfect amount of pressure. He began to gyrate his hips, gently beginning to thrust his hips back and forth.

She drew back and gripped his penis with a saliva slick hand, crying out in ecstasy. She raised her buttocks off her heels slightly to rub the tip of his penis against her nipples, and then dragged it over the entire expanse of the soft flesh. She shook her breasts slightly, making them move as if to show him their weight. Her nipples were taut from arousal, and with her head tilted back, throat extended, looking so vulnerable and sexy, his penis was soon throbbing and fully erect.

The saliva on her breasts and between them left an oiled like gloss on her creamy flesh. He let out a groan when she directed his shaft in the deep valley of her breasts.

"Oh shit!" he cried out when she wrapped her breasts around his prick. He gripped the sides of her head as she began to slowly move up and down, pushing her breasts together, trapping him firmly in her cleavage.

"Yes, yes, get hard for me," she whimpered, gradually increasing pace, masturbating his shaft between her large breasts. "Get that cock hard and erect and fuck my pussy again, you fucker!"

Her breasts were so large that he couldn't see his penis at all, wrapped as it was by those monstrous melons. The skin of his shaft scraped the sides of her clinging breasts and he too began to thrust his hips back and forth, up and down.

She pushed down all the way till the top of his shaft was peeking up from between those luscious breasts and bending down, she let her tongue swipe around the glans. With her head bent down, he had to glance into the mirror to watch her doing it. 

To him, it was a miracle that he had erected so quickly. Afraid that he might lose it, he pulled her up, grabbing her by her shoulders.

"I think I am ready to fuck," he panted.

She looked at him, and then, still on her knees, spun around, presenting her rear to him. Her shapely buttocks thrust up, she spread her legs as far apart as she could.

"Fuck me from behind!" she cried out, reaching down with one hand to pull her pussy lips apart. "Like a dog, oh my god, yes, make me your bitch!"

He knelt on the floor behind her, grabbing the firm and shapely cheeks of her buttocks. He slid forward and grasping his prick, rubbed the tip against the lips.

She pushed back against him. "Hurry, you bastard, you horny bastard! Give it to me now!"

He guided his rock hard penis into the wet and open gash of her pussy, sighing as it entered inside to the hilt. He pulled her by her thighs as she screamed in ecstasy as he thrust inside her.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yessss! Fuck me now, fuck me!"

Holding her thighs he began to pump his penis in and out of her hot pussy. She clamped her pussy muscles together and he groaned aloud.

"Faster, faster!"

He obeyed her, his testicles slamming against the back of her thighs and buttocks. He watched her breasts swaying to and fro as he began to thrust furiously.

She slipped her fingers to her clit and started to rub it. She stretched her head high, eyes shut and pumped back into him.

He reached forward with one hand and pushed his finger into her open mouth. She sucked on it with the same rhythm as his shaft worked inside her.

"Oh god, you are so tight and so hot," he breathed.

"Deeper, deeper, fuck it deeper!"

He slid his finger down and cupped one swaying breast, kneading it. He bent down and kissed the back of her neck, finally sliding the other hand from her thigh to capture the other breast.

"Harder, goddamn it, harder! Fuck me harder!"

He began to plunge inside her till her entire body moved in the direction of his thrusts. When he slammed forward burying his shaft deep inside her, she rocked forward; and when he pulled back, he pulled her back too by yanking at her breasts.

She twisted her head around, her eyes flaring.

"Kiss my mouth now, I'm going to come!"

Continuing to move his hips, he bent down and put his mouth on hers. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and he sucked on it. She shuddered, moaning into his mouth.

She was rubbing her clitoris with quick and rapid strokes as her climax hit her. Her body began to move in rhythm with her hands and his thrusts. She now began to writhe and undulate beneath him as the moment passed, seconds after her orgasm subsided.

He was still going at it! In fact, he had speeded up his movements, now squeezing her engorged breasts.

"Come now, you fucker, come," she said weakly after tearing her mouth away from his.

He was relentless and pumped away furiously. "Not so fast, bitch," he muttered, his lips drawn back over his teeth in a savage snarl. "I'm still far from it and unless you got other ideas, it is going to take me a hell lot more time to shoot my spunk!"

Strange, she thought, how men gained in their confidence once they had fucked a woman. He was no longer the shy stranger that he had been when he had walked into the cabin: in that place was a man who knew his priorities and his likes and dislikes.

She also knew that what he had just said was true. She would have welcomed it, welcomed another shattering climax had it not been for her pussy, which was now beginning to hurt her slightly. 

She decided to use the oldest trick in her book.

"Oh god, you fucking stud," she moaned. "But I want you to come all over me!"

His speed slackened a bit and finally, he paused, his shaft lodged inside her pussy.

"Really?"

"Yes! You did like it when I fucked your cock with my tits, didn't you?"

He got the message all right. Quickly, he pulled his penis out of her pussy and just as quickly, she spun around, flopping onto the floor on her back.

He looked down at the naked woman. He couldn't really believe that he was actually doing this with Mallika Sherawat. Who the hell was going to believe this?

Even lying on her back, her breasts remained up-thrust, as if defying gravity. They still glistened wetly, and she aided the lubrication by licking her palms before caressing the mounds again, pulling her engorged nipples with her fingers.

"Now, you fucking stud. Get aboard and shove your randy cock between these melons."

It was the first time he had seen her lying on her back. Often, when he had seen her in the films, he had tried to visualize what she would look like naked and lying on her back. Well, now he knew.

He had never seen someone look as sexy as this woman in his entire life. Not that he'd seen many, but what the hell! This sexy siren, this starlet, the source of wet dreams of over a million men, and, he suspected, women as well. Stark naked on her back and with her legs spread wide apart to reveal her open pussy that he had just fucked! 

He complied with her order, standing on top of her, one leg on either side of her lush nubile body. Then, slowly, he lowered himself down until he was sitting on her washboard like flat belly.

She had a small smile on her lips as she gathered her breasts by her hands and pushed them together to form a cavern for him to slide his penis into. 

He had to press his prick down away from his belly because it was jutting out at an incredible angle. It was as though it wanted to stick itself to his stomach.

She let her breasts fall apart so that he could shove his penis between them. As soon as he did that, she pushed her breasts together again, trapping his shaft there.

"Oh god, yessss…" he hissed when he felt the soft warm flesh envelope his throbbing manhood.

"You like that?" she asked him, moving her breasts back and forth, manipulating the shaft that lay between them.

"Oh yes, oh yes," he gurgled, beginning to rock to and fro, instantly picking up the same rhythm that he had been fucking her with.

"Fuck them, big boy," she murmured huskily. "Fuck my jugs, you tit fucker!"

He put his palms on the floor, one on each side of her head and began to stroke his shaft in and out of her deep cleavage, watching the pink head poke out from the top every time he thrust forward.

"Oh shit, this is fantastic!" he groaned, jamming his prick up her cleavage and holding there long enough for her to swipe her tongue over his glans.

He pulled back, excited by the way that the sides of her big breasts slid the skin up his shaft. He cradled the back of her head and hauled it up so that when he thrust forward again, the tip of his prick pushed into her mouth.

She sucked on him and moaned when he pulled back again. And then, quickly, he had driven his shaft up again and she had it in her mouth.

Though she knew that this was one trick she used when she wanted a man to ejaculate quickly, she was astonished that this stranger was taking such a long time. She recalled what Rani had told her about older guys taking their own time to come once they attained their erections. Plus, she reflected as he continued to pump his shaft between her breasts, the stranger had already come once.

She brought her tongue into play, licking his shaft every time it was buried in her mouth during his forward thrust. She caressed his balls and even slid her fingers gently across the crease of his anus.

"Oh yes, you fucking ape! Fuck them fuck my big tits! Faster, you bastard, faster, oh yes, oh yes!" she moaned; now beginning to move her body up and down on the floor.

Suddenly, he pulled his prick out of her cleavage and yanked her up by her shoulders.

"Sit down like that and let me sit on your thighs," he gasped. 

Gingerly, she rose, obeying him. Her legs were stretched in front of her, spread apart and he was now seated on her lush thighs.

"Push your tits together again!" he said, after pressing his shaft between them.

She understood. He wanted to fuck her breasts in the sitting position! He was really remarkable, she thought. And so inventive too! As he began to thrust his shaft up and down in the valley of her breasts, he pushed her head back and leaned forward to place his open mouth over hers.

She moaned when his tongue filled her mouth. His strokes were now increasing the pace and he was gliding his shaft faster and faster between her breasts.

When the length of the strokes began to get shorter, she knew that he was nearing his orgasm. Especially, when he began to breathe harder, his chest heaving. His tongue swept over hers and then licked the upper side of her mouth as he groaned.

Suddenly, he tore his mouth away from hers and leaned his head back.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm going to shoot, oh yeah, I am going to come!" he shouted.

She managed to move her chest up and down to help him with the task he had in hand, and that was to come.

"OH FUCK!" he shouted again and his body went into a paroxysm. He wailed and his body shuddered mightily before going rigid.

Finally, thrusting his shaft up between her breasts, he paused and his jism fired out from the tip of his shaft. It hit her cheeks and her chin, before anointing her nose and her forehead. He clutched her shoulders as he emptied his load.

His come cascaded down over her face and dripped onto her breasts.

He came copiously: that, she had to admit. The spunk was everywhere: her mouth, her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her hair, her breasts and even on her shoulder blades. 

She felt like someone had turned on the shower. The very thought of her body being rinsed with his come, was astonishingly triggering off yet another orgasm within her.

As she exploded yet another time, she pressed her pussy against his belly and ground it.

And as she came, she gasped out again,

"Kiss me, stranger!"

He did.

******



Fulfilling Fantasies Ch. 02



Mallika felt like she was in a hurry, that she wanted to do everything at once.

She had given the stranger, ("Call me Harry, all my friends do. It's actually Hari."), the address of her secret pad, just off the outskirts of the city. Not merely the address, she had slipped a couple of other items into the pocket of his pants before he could wear them, as well.

"Read them," she had winked at him. "And call me on that number. 

One was a clipping from a newspaper and it pertained to Christina Aguilera's interview and the second list, which was quite exhaustive and graphic, listed neatly and in chronological order, what Mallika wanted to do over the next week. This second list ran into several pages and for a moment he was bewildered.

"Read those pages specifically. You will understand. Tomorrow afternoon at two, Harry," she had whispered, rearranging her dress, watching him pull on his trousers.

He was nodding smugly. Shit, he had just fucked Mallika Sherawat, that sex bomb craved by a million guys over the country. And here she was asking him to meet her at her secret pad!

"Make sure you don't let anyone near the building. Give this card to the security and he will let you in. Now, hurry up and do the disappearing act. I've got to get on stage."

Harry sneaked back to his place in the crowd and watched her smile at the audience when she came on the stage and then she gave a little speech, rubbing shoulders against the best in the film industry. That she had worked with Jackie Chan had made most directors sit up and take a closer look at her.

He couldn't believe his luck. Why him? 

He thought about it throughout the night after he had read the incredible list of things she wanted to do. He had spoken to her on her private number for over half-an-hour just to confirm that she really wanted to do it. She had described the scenarios she would be having ready so that these things could be done.

And throughout the night he had this erection. He just couldn't help it. The thought of these things-to-do that Mallika had listed were mind-blowing.

Damn it, he thought. Here I am, having fucked Mallika to heaven come, and still having to jack off! He could hardly wait for tomorrow to come.

He went through the list again. It wasn't a list: it was more of a script, which read like a series of porno articles and stories.

He was going to make that bitch beg for more.

******

Mallika's Story

A quiet serene apartment, tucked away in a corner on the fifth floor of a large building on the fringes of a beach. 

It was actually a building for celebrities like her to live in relative anonymity. It was here that they came to unwind. A top security firm was engaged to keep away the paparazzi and the common public. Only a few highly placed people (industrialists, politicians, cops and film actors included) knew of the building.

I grabbed his hands after locking the door and pulled him inside. I was wearing a transparent two-piece silk gown, tight enough to reveal my curves, especially my large breasts. The gown was split up in the middle revealing a lot of the midriff and the tight blouse had loose fitting sleeves. 

I rose to my toes and kissed him, my arms circling his shoulders. He clutched my buttocks and ground his semi-hard shaft against my washboard belly as he allowed my tongue to enter his mouth. I moaned when he sucked on it, squeezing the firm buttocks.

I pulled back, smiling at him.

"Hello, Harry," I said coquettishly. 

"Hi," he replied hoarsely, his hands still fondling my buttocks, and then sliding up to caress the sides of my waist.

"Let's take it a bit easy, ok?" I said, pulling him to the couch. It was a fair sized living room with a home-theatre system rigged up at one end. The couch, upon which I pushed him, was also big. Three overstuffed chairs facing the couch and an ornate centerpiece completed the furniture. He noticed that all the curtains had been drawn down and I had switched on a low watt bulb for illumination. At one corner there was a massive door above which was hung a Van Goth duplicate. A grandfather clock ticked away at one corner of the room, next to a well stocked bar.

He eased himself onto the couch, watching me walk over to the bar.

"Drink?" I asked him in my husky voice.

"Anything you are having," he replied confidently, "though I'd rather not waste time."

I arched her brows at him quizzically as I mixed the vodkas. "Waste?"

"I mean, wouldn't you rather fuck?"

I laughed, showing him my white teeth. Good, he had read my list quite thoroughly and was ready to play the games. His eyes were drawn to my deep cleavage revealed at the top of the gown that plunged provocatively and dangerously low.

"All in good time," I replied, carrying the glasses to the couch. I handed him one and lowered myself on the couch beside him.

As I sipped my drink, I looked at him from under my lashes. He seemed to be in a hurry, because he was gulping down his drink at a fast clip.

"Easy," I told him and he immediately relaxed.

He laid the glass on the armrest of the couch and looked at me. "Sorry," he said. "But I seem to find this really out of the world. Your rather graphic script is something!"

"Have you ever seen two women doing it together?" I purred, finally getting into the game.

He almost spilled his drink, choking on it.

"Shall we begin? Who is it?"

"Supposing I tell you that she is someone just like me. I mean, she is an actor as well."

"Oh wow," he exclaimed.

"Hey Sam," I called out, not taking my eyes away from his.

His eyes swung to the door in the corner, which was slowly opening. He held his breath as the figure walked in. At first, it was not very clear who it was. Plus, I thought, the name was so utterly misleading; it could have belonged to a man.

But that wasn't the sequence of the script that I had in mind. 

He drew his breath in sharply when she finally stood in the center of the room, the light spilling over her.

"Sameera!" he gasped.

"Yes. Sameera Reddy. In the flesh," I replied.

She was not exactly a new entrant, but then, neither was she around for a very long time. I had always been attracted to this dusky and sexy girl, right from the time that she had been introduced to me at a party.

"Oh shit, this is incredible," he muttered, squirming on the couch.

Sameera stood before me, eying him curiously. She was clad in a translucent dress. When she came off the doorway, he had concentrated on her face, on the sheer beauty of the features of it. She was like a statue, a sculptor's dream realized after hours of hard work till she had an appearance that at once looked like being chipped by the chisel with a lot of loving care.

She was of medium height, long dark hair, soft and silky that reached her buttocks, a high forehead and dark smoldering eyes. Her full lips, painted dark red, looked to have a perpetual pout.

Now that she was standing in front of me, bathed with the dim light of the bulb, I could see (and I am sure, so could he) her body, emphasized by that translucent dress. Extraordinary! The sheer dress clung to her skin, the absence of a bra apparent. The round neck top of the dress was unbuttoned to the midpoint between her large breasts. I could clearly see the way her nipples punched against the fabric.

Obviously, so had he. He swallowed his drink in two large gulps, his eyes bugging out of the sockets.

"Why don't you sit on that chair?" I told him.

Without thinking, his eyes swiveling between the two of us, he rose and groggily walked up to the chair. Lowering himself on it, he accepted the second glass that I filled up, and then watched as I walked to another chair, directly opposite him.

It was the most uncomfortable chair in the room, a wooden backed, armless one. But that was part of the game. 

Sameera moved over to the couch. When she moved, the slow, fluid motion of her thighs, her stomach and pelvis combined into an amazing rhythm so that it gave an effect of her gliding, not merely walking. 

When she leaned forward to pick up my glass to sip from it, her lovely, braless and naked breasts were revealed almost to her nipples. 

Initially, I had wanted to pick up somebody else. Like maybe Rimi Sen. But after having experienced first hand the penchant of tits by Harry, I had propositioned the exciting Sameera instead. In the tits department, she was way ahead of Rimi. 

I made a small gesture to him. 

It was the beginning. He was to be the aggressor along with Sameera. I wanted to play the dumb bitch.

He cleared his throat, picked up his glass and croaked, "What shall we toast?"

"It's your prerogative," whispered Sameera, speaking for the first time.

He was taken aback. "W-well then, shall I suggest the end of an unusually hot summer?"

She laughed. "No way! I wasn't in Mumbai and look at me! I have barely got back my tan!"

He tried to smile casually, his eyes popping as Sameera leaned back as if to prove her point by displaying the front of her luxurious body. She extended her long legs, looking at them critically and tucked them under her on the couch. 

"What about you, Mallika? Are you ready for a change of seasons?" he asked me.

He was good! Under the circumstances, he was quite cool though the bulge between his legs was a dead giveaway. 

"I am always ready for change, to see that things keep moving on," I replied, glancing at Sameera who was looking at him curiously.

"Not like a fish then," he said. "You are more like a shark, always wanting to move forward, never drifting."

"You could say that," I replied, amazed at the sudden burst of confidence in him. But as I said, once a guy fucks a woman, the level of his confidence rises.

"Mallika is a modest girl," Sameera interrupted, and I almost laughed. I bunched my shoulders together so that my tits appeared to bulge out of the top of my dress. 

"Perhaps we should help her out then," he said, lighting up a cigarette and blowing blue smoke at me.

Sameera rose off the couch and came up behind me. I was wearing my hair up in a bun, and I felt the feathery touch of her fingertips against the hollow of my neck, giving me goose bumps.

Sameera was a dear friend okay. And when I had confessed to her about Christina's interview, she had looked strangely at me.

"You never made it with a woman before?" she had asked me.

"Strangely, no. And whatever it was, maybe just a bit of kissing and fondling, Sam," I had told her.

Now, as I felt her fingertips tracing small lines across my neck, I shivered.

"She's tense," he said. "Maybe it's because of all those pins in that bun on top of her head."

Sameera's fingers began to work in my hair, removing the pins. My long hair tumbled down around my shoulders and down my back over the satin of my blouse that I was wearing with the two-piece gown.

"Are you tense?" Sameera whispered huskily.

"No, I mean yes, oh, well, just maybe."

"She can't make up her mind, Sam," he said, sliding down on his chair, making no effort now to hide his bulge. Talk about confidence!

Sam's fingernails were running lightly down my arms, gently skimming my sensitive skin through the loose fitting sleeves. I was aroused to a point that I thought that I wasn't breathing. Her fingers came around to my sides and very slowly eased towards the front, reaching the outer swells of my breasts.

He watched from the chair, taking deep drags on the cigarette as if he was smoking some dope. His eyes were drawn to where Sameera's fingers were now tantalizingly grazing my nipples. 

I had already been on a short fuse and the feel of her nails on the nipples made them swell even more.

"We have a long session ahead of us, Mallika," he said. "Do you think you'd be capable of handling that?"

I nodded. Too eagerly, I thought.

Sameera was unbuttoning my blouse, her long lustrous hair falling around my cheeks as she bent forward. I could smell her skin and her vodka breath. 

The last button undone, Sameera gently tugged the blouse upwards. I grabbed her hands and held them there, refusing her the permission to whisk my blouse off my body. She did not force the issue. Rather, she merely raised her head and looked at Harry.

We were all players now, following the script I'd written so laboriously after having read Christina's piece in the newspaper aboard the aircraft. It had made me so randy then that I would have fucked a horse! But then I knew that if I really wanted myself to let go, it would have to be done with a lot of patience and a lot of games.

He noticed it. "Perhaps," he said softly, "you are still not ready, Mallika. It has been a long time for you, you know."

I held his eyes. "No. I am ready."

I slid my hands up to Sam's wrists and squeezed them before letting go. It was the signal.

"Good," he murmured, taking another sip of the vodka.

Sam pulled the blouse aside, letting it fall past my shoulders to reveal the small bra that barely held my tits in place. Hell, the bra only served to bunch them up, scooping them together to pronounce the deep line between them.

Sam slid her fingers down my neck to the clasp that held the bra at the front. I stared at him as I felt her undoing the clasp and tugging out the bra, whisking it off.

I sat straight in the chair, naked to the waist. I folded my hands across my lap, and this made my upper arms push my tits together.

I felt my juices beginning to flow between my legs and as unobtrusively as I could, I parted my legs, lightly pushing my hands into my crotch.

But Sameera noticed it and leaning down pushed my arms aside till they were hanging limply down the sides of the armless chair. 

She began playing with my breasts, rubbing them with her palms. She brought her fingers together till they met at the nipples. I gasped when she pulled the nipples outward, stretching them as far as they could go.

She laid her chin on the top of my head, inhaling the smell of my freshly washed hair.

"Hmmm...that smells nice," she muttered, still rolling my nipples between her fingers, making me squirm on the wooden chair. Then, just as quickly, she took her hands off my body.

"Does it?" he enquired from his chair, crushing out his cigarette in the ashtray and lighting up another. I looked at him and his eyes, which were fastened on my naked breasts, had now shifted to a space behind me. I continued to look at him, taking short and quick peeks at the bulge between his legs.

Sameera came around and knelt beside me now to work on undoing the bottom of my gown. My eyes were still riveted to Harry and I suddenly did a startled double take as I noticed from the corner of my eyes that Sam was now completely naked. It was where he had just been staring. 

Not that she had much undressing to do: she was wearing too few garments. Just a couple of buttons at the front and the one-piece sheer dress that had been clinging to her luscious body would have slithered down. I was disappointed, because I really wanted to watch her undress. 

Like I said, she was like a statue carved out from marble. Her skin was smooth and creamy, her body proportioned so neatly, that she looked like something carved out from a one-piece slab of marble.

Her large heavy breasts stood high and firm on her chest without any hint of sag. Her waist was so narrow; I thought that Harry could encircle it with one hand. Yet, down below, she had perfectly rounded buttocks and shapely hips and strong thighs, the strength offset by the length of her legs.

My glance flicked down her flat belly and I noticed the perfect, neatly trimmed inverted triangle of her bush. My heart began thudding so loudly; I knew she could listen to it as well.

Her breasts jiggled fluidly when she reached out, unclasped the side of my gown, and tugged the hidden zipper down my hip.

"Aren't you uncomfortable with this?" she murmured, pulling the garment down my waist.

"I think she is," he replied for me. "And I think she needs to lift her ass off the chair so that you could slide the gown down her legs and make her feel more comfortable."

Without waiting for her to say something, I raised my bottom off the chair to allow her to pull the gown down over my hips. She folded it neatly and tucked it away, under the chair.

I was now wearing just my panties and nothing else. I lowered myself back onto the chair because Sameera made no move to remove the panties. Instead, she was now busy fondling my large breasts, toying with the erect nipples, leaning forward to blow her warm breath on them. 

"I thought I said comfortable, not half comfortable," he said, setting his glass back on the table.

Without waiting for further instructions, I lifted my hips again and she tugged down my panties in one swift motion. She had to shuffle back to strip the garment off my legs.

Then, she just knelt there, barely a foot away from me as I settled back on the chair. She reached out and gently pried my legs apart. She was kneeling at an angle to my body, not directly in front, so that he too could see my bare pussy.

"I think Sameera deserves a little kiss for that, doesn't she?" he remarked.

I bent awkwardly on the chair and to the side where she was kneeling. I placed my lips on hers: she had already tilted her head up. 

As soon as our lips met, I felt hers opening under mine. They were warm and this only made me get hotter. I opened my lips too and gently accepted her tongue that she inserted into my mouth.

She placed her hands on my hips for support as she pressed her mouth harder against mine. My hands were still hanging limply by my sides as we kissed for perhaps a full minute.

"Enough!" he said harshly.

Quickly, I straightened on the chair, almost embarrassed that I would have failed in my own script.

"Come here, Sam," he called out.

She rose to her feet in a single fluid motion. She once again pried my legs apart, as if to remind me that I was not to close them and keep exposing my now burning pussy to their eyes.

I watched as she walked sensually to him. 

"Dip your fingers in my drink," he told her bringing his glass forward when she stopped a foot away from him. I could see that he was struggling to remain in control. The poor guy probably never had seen a couple of nude women before. Certainly not a couple of nude women that half the country would want to fuck. 

Sameera dipped her fingers in the vodka and kept them there for as much as a minute, looking steadily at him. She had her back to me so I didn't really know whether she was smiling at him. But he was smiling at her.

"Give her cunt a drink," he said.

She turned on her heels and walked back to me gracefully, her fingers curled to prevent the liquor from dribbling down. She knelt back on the floor where she had been kneeling before.

Her hair almost touched the floor when she tilted her head up at me. She was smiling. A strained smile, but nevertheless she was making the effort.

I gasped aloud when I felt her sliding her wet fingers up along the folds of my pussy. The liquor burned me there. My pussy was already on fire and this not too unpleasant burning added fuel to my state of arousal. Just as quickly, she withdrew her hands from my cunt and stood up.

I wanted to bring my legs together, rub my cunt with my fingers, but refrained from doing so. She spun around on her heels and walked back to him, this time standing beside his chair.

It was remarkable that the man would play along. It showed his restraint. I wouldn't have blamed him if he had whipped out his pants and pounced on Sameera.

She draped her hand around his shoulders as they stared at me. Her legs were apart.

"Don't I deserve something from you?" she questioned.

He was still holding his cigarette in one hand. He glanced quickly at her. Her pussy was in level with his head. He dipped the fingers of his free hand in his glass and then indolently and almost disdainfully slid his middle finger up into her cunt in one swift movement.




Fulfilling Fantasies Ch. 02



"Ugghhh..." she moaned as his finger penetrated her.

They got back to staring at me, her hand still draped around his shoulders, his finger still in her cunt. She moved her leg slightly so that her thigh rubbed one side of his face.

I tried to sit still, but it was getting increasingly difficult for me to. The burning sensation in my cunt made me squirm in the chair and I desperately wanted to rub there. Rub, at least to ease the pressure.

He passed the cigarette to her, withdrawing his finger from her cunt, his lips softly kissing the side of her thigh.

"Go, give this to her. A bit of grass will do her good."

So, that was it. I had been wondering at the sweet smell that was filling the room. The bastard had actually been smoking a joint, not just a cigarette!

She brought it to me and held it to my lips after slapping away my hands from the joint. My hands hanging uselessly by my sides, I leaned forward and took a long pull. She stood in front of me as I released the smoke from my lungs, watching it blow over her pubic hair.

My pussy lips were still burning and the one hit I took from the cigarette released my inhibitions, making me reach down with my hands to clamp one over my crotch. My clit was hard and erect and I began to stroke it.

"No," he shouted. "Not yet. Not like that."

I jerked my hands away, almost humiliated that I was drifting from my script. Sameera and I smoked the joint, trading the weed between us till it burnt down to the filter.

She took one last drag and slowly walked back to stub it out in the ashtray.

"Get a refill," he told her.

She picked up his glass and turned to the bar.

"Wait," he commanded.

She turned back to him.

"Lean down and let my tongue feel how horny you are."

When she leaned, her heavy breasts swung down over his face. I watched him flick his lips out and lick her nipples. She emitted a faint moan.

He drew back and looked up at her. "Give me your mouth."

She managed to twist to one side and lean down offering her mouth to him. His free hand encircled her neck pulling her down so hard she almost lost her balance. Their mouths fused and I saw her head beginning to rock back and forth. I knew that she was sucking on his tongue.

"Okay," he said, drawing back. "You are almost there. That refill is for the two of you, not me. So make it as you would like it."

While she was mixing the drink at the bar, he rose from his chair and walked up to me.

"I might as well check on you," he said, bending down and spreading his mouth on my left breast. I shivered when he sucked at it. He quickly squeezed both my breasts, biting my nipple gently between his teeth. 

He withdrew. "Hmm. Quite hot," he remarked, moving back to sit on his chair.

Sameera had refilled the drink and had walked up to me. She knelt down now and offered me the glass. With trembling hands, I reached for the glass.

"Why don't the two of you drink that off each other's tits?" he asked casually.

"I will have to get off the chair," I answered.

"So what's stopping you?"

It was what I was waiting for. It was also what Sameera was waiting for. The level of anticipation and arousal was at the highest now, and any more delay and we would have been raping each other.

"Lie on the floor," Sameera told me.

She knelt there as I slipped down on the floor beside her, my breasts heaving with expectation. Instinctively, I reached for my cunt, rubbing my clit.

"Later," Sameera groaned, upending the glass on my breasts. The liquor streamed over my melons, and she let half of the contents remain in the glass that she laid down under the chair.

She leaned down until she was almost crawling. Her face ducked down and I moaned when her mouth surrounded my left tit. She had opened her mouth and a lot of flesh disappeared in her mouth. I brought my hands up and gripped the back of her head as she began to suck and lick ferociously. 

She struggled to lie down on the floor while continuing to lick the liquor off my tit and then, suddenly, I felt her legs across mine.

I spread my knees apart as she climbed astride me. 

"Oh my god!" I cried out, pulling her head closer into my chest. "Oh god, suck it, suck it please!"

She made slurping noises as she did. At the same time, I felt her knee grind into my crotch and I shuddered as she rubbed my now super sensitive cunt with the knee.

She switched over to the other breast, licking voraciously, almost hungrily. While she sucked on it, she carried one hand to my tit that she had sucked on first and kneaded the flesh, pinching the nipple.

I lifted my hips up to allow her to grind her knee against my cunt and incredibly, I came!

I was setting records! Just the feel of her knees wriggling on my cunt, and poof! I had climaxed!

She was aware that I had come, but that didn't slow her down. She continued to lick and suck my breasts, till she had probably cleared off all the vodka and was instead now coating my tits with her saliva.

She finally rolled over, sliding her body up so that my head was somewhere around her breasts. I straddled her this time, grinding my knee into her crotch. I reached out for the glass and turned it over her tits till the entire liquor drained out onto her melons. 

She bucked up and moaned when I lowered my face to her swollen tits, encircling one stiff nipple with my tongue.

"Oh yes, suck it, lick it, yes, yes!" she cried out. It was as if she was repeating my words uttered a while ago. Her succulent tits were beautiful; so soft and so spongy that it was difficult to understand how they could not sag given their largeness. 

My mouth drifted from one tit to the other, my hands busy fondling and kneading, as I licked up the liquor. All this time, I kept grinding my knee into her cunt, feeling the wetness there seeping over my knee. With the toes of my other leg, I caressed her other thigh and hip.

I swept my tongue across her breasts, letting the liquor accumulate between them. When I was pretty sure that there was no more of the liquor coating her tits, I ducked my face down and snuggled it between them. I let my tongue lap the liquid in long and slow strokes.

She whimpered and writhed beneath me, her legs spreading apart. She lifted them up till they were almost perpendicular to the floor and then wrapped them around my back.

"Oh fuck," she uttered plaintively. "Lick, baby, lick! Play with my nipples, damn it, oh yes, roll them like that, oh my god, yes, yessss!" 

Her nipples were large and now that she was aroused to fever pitch, they had become as hard as pebbles. I pinched them, pulling them upwards and then rolling them furiously between my fingers. My tongue swept back and forth inside the enormous cleavage, lapping up the liquor as she lifted her buttocks off the floor, in the process lifting me up too, crying out incoherently.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted. "I'm coming, oh my god, yes, I'm coming!"

I increased the pace of my tongue and thrust my knee hard between her legs against her wet cunt, probing the triangle, rubbing up and down.

She wailed, her hands encircling my shoulders and pulling me closer to her.

"OH GOD!" she screamed and I knew she was coming.

As her body convulsed, going into a spasm, I slid forward and put my mouth on hers. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth and she didn't waste time either, sucking avidly on it as though it was a cock she was sucking. I bobbed my head on her face, getting into it, imagining that my tongue was a cock and that I was fucking her face with it.

Finally, I rolled off her body and we lay on the floor beside each other, breathing heavily and raggedly. 

"Get back on the chair, Mallika!" I heard his harsh voice.

I whipped my head to where he was sitting. I had almost forgotten that he was there. The amazing man was still dressed and had lit up another joint. 

Feeling slightly drained, but still wanting more, I groggily got to my feet and made my way to the chair. 

But I was soon to realize that the level of my arousal thus far was only the tip of the iceberg.

"Sam," I heard his voice, as if he was speaking from a great distance. "It's time to start."

She rose, without the kind of difficulty I had experienced and then, walking over to me, sank down on her knees.

"Spread your legs," he ordered.

He needn't have told me to do that, because Sameera was already pushing my knees wide apart, shuffling closer to me till she was inside them.

I shivered as she brought her head closer and closer until they fastened upon the burning center of my desire.

"Oh god, no!" I cried out. This was the first time for me. I made as if to push her away, confused. I had seen quite a few flicks where women went down on each other. But I had never experienced it.

There was no strength in me. Her lips had seized the erect nub at the apex of my cunt, and with gentle insistence, she began to suck and nibble on it.

Several men have eaten me out in my life and I know what it feels like to have my clit loved. But this was entirely different.

First, the very concept of a woman between my legs was a high that was transporting me to heaven, and second, Sameera was a pro. Her tongue felt incredible as she stroked it expertly up and down my slit now. It was an amazing experience to have cheeks and chin nestling between my legs to be so soft and smooth, utterly devoid of any beard or stubble that I normally experienced with the men. Her delicate fingers probed my cunt and spread the lips apart, her tongue delightfully plump as she worked the length of my clit almost as if it were a cock, digging back into the cunt folds from which it emerged with the tip of her tongue, sliding out along it, quivering, then lowering with a gentle suction of her lips till the whole thing was deep into her mouth.

I slumped on the chair, raising my legs high up to give her access. I don't know how I managed it, but I had my heels flat on the chair on either side of my buttocks. This opened me up, exposing my vulnerability. 

"Ooohh yes, baby, oh yes, eat me, ah like that, yes, yes, there, there, your tongue feels so good, oh yes, oh fuck me with it!"

She dipped her tongue inside my cunt and I cried out. Simultaneously, she brought her fingers to my clit and rubbed it back and forth, round and round.

I held the back of her head as she began to bob to and fro, fucking my cunt with her tongue. 

"Oh...ah..." I kept moaning in a kind of a delirium, in cadence with each maddening stroke of her tongue. She alternated between letting her tongue be as soft as a feather, and then suddenly, savagely, locking her lips around my puffy cunt lips and sucking the whole of my wet moist flesh. I was dimly aware that the volume of my unintelligible mutterings were growing louder as her tantalizing tongue passed back and forth over the slit before burying itself within the folds of my pussy.

Now, she was using her forefinger again, gently massaging my clit. The tiny bud grew erect and began to throb. She took it between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed, making me cry out.

Through my half closed eyes I noticed that our erotic dalliance was finally getting through to Harry, in that, some of the cool self-possession that he had so far was now rapidly disappearing. His lips were parted, the color in his cheeks heightened and he had crushed out his joint. I observed too, that his hands were between his legs and moved back and forth along the bulge that was straining inside his pants.

But the onslaught on my pussy from Sameera's tongue and mouth made me look away and when she reached up to take hold of my breasts, I wailed, slamming my cunt against her face. I bit my lips, gripped the base of the chair, lifted my hips higher and began to writhe and buck as I began approaching my orgasm.

"Oh my god, Sam, eat me, shove your tongue deeper, oh fuck, rub my clit, rub it harder, oh my god!"

"Stop!" he yelled.

I moaned my disappointment when she did, drawing back and getting to her feet in one fluid motion of that incredible body of hers. She was breathing hard, her thrusting tits moving up and down with the exertion.

"You think she likes it?"

Sameera nodded.

"You like it, Mallika?" he asked, continuing to rub his crotch with one hand and picking up his glass with the other to take a long sip from it.

"Oh God! Yes, yes! Please, don't stop, Sam, don't stop! I am almost there, please keep sucking me! NOW!"

"Don't you think that it's Sameera's turn?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"Later," I gasped, bringing my hand down and rubbing my swollen cunt lips. "I promise, later, please, but now I require to come!"

"Sameera, won't you like her to do that for you?" 

"Yes," she replied, her voice shaky.

"Then what are you waiting for?" he rapped out. "Get on the couch and spread your fucking legs!"

She made her way to the couch and fell back onto it, letting her thighs fall open. She flicked her tongue over her lips, looking at me.

I rose from the chair, gingerly letting my legs touch the ground. I was on the edge and my legs gave away. I fell to the floor and had to crawl on my fours to get to the couch.

I knew that sooner or later I it would come to this. I had never tasted a woman down there before and I was apprehensive. But the desire in me to give back to this woman what she had so far given me was so strong, wild horses wouldn't have held me back.

I crawled over to her, my mouth open with desire, aware of the weight of my breasts dangling under me. When I got close to her, I noticed that her pussy was wet and her hips were shivering.

My back was directly facing Harry, and as I slid in between her exotic legs, pushing my face slowly closer to her pussy, I was aware that my buttocks were protruding in his direction. I knew that he could see the wet swollen lips of my pussy.

The smell that rose from between Sameera's thighs was like an aphrodisiac, and inhaling it, I dove my lips down upon the glistening wetness from which it emanated. As my lips locked over the triangle of her pleasure, I was exhilarated by the salty but pleasant taste. It was unlike any that I had known before. I had previously, on numerous occasions, sucked on fingers and cocks of men that had explored my cunt. But this was a totally different experience altogether. 

It was headier than the grass I had inhaled moments before. Her hips bucked and she uttered a moan, her hands gripping the back of my head as I mashed my mouth over her pussy. I did not lick at first; I merely let my open mouth fasten on the entire flesh, applying suction avidly, trying to take in as much of her as possible. 

I supported myself by putting my hands on her soft, creamy thighs, marveling at their exquisiteness. As I caressed them, I finally began to lick her cunt.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed.

I moved one hand off her hip and furiously thrust a finger deep inside her open cunt even as I let more saliva dribble out of my mouth, probing her depths, exploring eagerly the mysteries within her.

"Oh fuck yessss," she cried out, her head whipping from side to side as I trapped her engorged clit between my teeth. 

I cried out in pleasure when I felt a finger thrusting into the wet folds of my pussy from behind. I quickly looked back and there was Harry, fully dressed, an enormous tent between his legs, and standing behind me.

I gave my attention to Sameera's cunt and this time, his thrusting finger drove me forward, making my tongue enter her cunt. I pinched her clit and rubbed.

She clamped her thighs against my ears, her buttocks coming off the couch, pressing her mound deeper into my eager searching tongue.

Engrossed as I was eating out Sameera's hot cunt, I felt his finger thrusting in and out of my opening, bringing me to the brink of my climax.

It was amazing the way he did it. Even as I thought I would explode, he would back off his finger till it was almost outside my cunt and then, swiftly, he would thrust it deep inside me. I burrowed deeply into Sam's writhing cunt, all sounds shut off by her thighs clenched around my ears.

Like she had done earlier, I too reached up with one hand and took one of her quivering tits in my palm, squeezing, fondling, kneading...

I felt her face press into the top of my rocking head as I lapped away at her wetness, thrusting my hips back, wanting his finger to begin the fucking motion that I knew would make me explode.

But even as I reached the crest, he suddenly stopped. I paused, my tongue pausing inside her pussy.

"Please, please," Sameera pleaded, pressing her crotch into my face.

"Ok, Mallika. I think she's had enough of you. Go back and sit on your chair."

I almost cried out in frustration and so did she. But I rose nevertheless, walking in a daze back to the chair. I assumed the position I was in before he had asked me to go down on Sameera. Legs up on the chair and knees thrust wide apart. 

Sameera was looking on at us with smoldering eyes. 

And then, standing there in the center of the room, he slowly began to strip. His eyes darted to me, taking in my heaving breasts and the sight of my hands now playing openly with my pussy lips and then, he glanced at Sameera, slumped on the couch, legs spread and raised off the floor, hands pinching her nipples.

His shirt came off followed by the vest. These, he draped over the chair where he had been sitting. Then he shucked his pants down, revealing the huge bulge inside his shorts. This too, he carefully folded and slid it to the chair.

"Get on the floor and on your back!" his voice was a whip and this he directed towards Sameera.

I was disappointed he hadn't asked me. 

But it was my script. Almost as if sensing it, he smiled at me as he slowly pushed his shorts down his legs.

"Delay extends the pleasure, huh?" he questioned.

I nodded, rubbing my clit.

As Sameera eagerly clambered off the couch and slid down to the floor on the carpet, he said, "Put your finger inside your cunt."

I used the middle finger of my other hand to do as he had instructed, continuing to rub my clit in circular movements. 

His shorts came off and his erect cock sprang out, almost slapping his belly. Sameera uttered a small cry as she waited for him, her fingers busy playing with her cunt.

I was facing them, a ringside view unfolding before me.

Casually, he walked over to her and looking down, he brought his palm to his cock and gently stroked it.

"Ah yes, I like it," he murmured and I wondered to what he was referring to. To her body or the sight of her playing with her cunt. 

He planted his feet on either side of her waist.

"Where do I go first?" he mused, still looking down at her. She squirmed.

He glanced at me. "Mallika, where do you suppose I go first?"

"H-her mouth?" I stammered.

He laughed. "You want to watch me fuck her mouth with my cock?"

I nodded, increasing the pace of my thrusting finger.

Slowly he lowered, till he was hunched down over her. He placed his knees on either sides of her face.

"You will have to help, Sameera. My cock is way up against my belly. You girls are responsible for that. Go on, take it in your hands and pull it to your mouth."

Moaning with uncontrollable desire, she grasped his cock. The movement brought her arms together, bunching up her breasts.

Under the circumstances, he was cool when she seized his cock and pulled it towards her, raising her head off the carpet.

She opened her mouth, her tongue sliding out.

He was having none of that. No licking for him. In one swift movement, he thrust his hips down, plunging his cock deep into her mouth.

"Ugghhh," she whimpered, her legs lifting up in the air, as if his cock had impaled her cunt.

He placed his hands on the carpet above her head and began to move up and down, fucking her mouth savagely. He would thrust down and draw back to make sure that his entire length was embedded in her stretched mouth, and then, slowly, he would pull back to rub the tip of his cock over her swollen lips. Then, he would thrust down again.




Fulfilling Fantasies Ch. 02



Don't get me wrong. I have watched close-ups of a virile cock fucking a girl's mouth plenty of times. But that was only on the wide screen of my home theatre system. This was my first real live show.

As he continued pumping his cock in and out of her, he looked over at me, holding his gaze, his eyes boring into mine. 

It was a kind of an extension that made me feel that he was fucking my mouth.

As she grunted and groaned, I opened my mouth, slid a finger inside and sucked on it, popping it in and out to match his fucking rhythm.

He pulled out, rose over her and pushed his cock back to his belly, hovering over her face.

"The balls," he said. "Lick and suck them."

She made a animal-like sound deep inside her throat and began slobbering at his balls. He stroked his shaft as she took one testicle in her mouth, her mouth hollowing and puffing, indicating to me that she was indeed sucking him. Then, she took the other testicle in her mouth. Her hands supped his balls.

He backed away and now I could see that his face was flushed. As he shuffled down, the tip of his cock trailed in a straight line from her lips to her chin to her breasts and down her belly till it was nestled between her outstretched thighs.

"Oh god, put it in," she moaned. "Put your cock inside me and fuck me!"

Her legs rose up further and he gripped her hips, easily tossing them over his shoulders.

"Guide me inside," he gasped.

Her hands flew down and she grabbed his shaft. Sobbing with the pent up desire, she guided his cock inside her cunt.

"Ahhhhh fuck!" she cried out shrilly as he entered her to the hilt.

He paused above her, arranging himself so that he was comfortable. He pulled back till only his glans were stuffed inside her and then thrust forward again.

She bucked up wildly.

He raised his body up from his waist and began to stroke in and out of her, settling into a steady rhythm almost instantaneously. She wrapped her long legs around his back, her hands pulling at his hair.

As he continued to pump her vigorously, he glanced at me. "Come over here, Mallika," he said through clenched teeth.

Eagerly, I obeyed.

"Sit on her face so that she can fuck your cunt with her tongue."

Gingerly, I lowered myself till I was literally sitting on her face. I cried out, grabbing her breasts when I felt her tongue invade my insides.

"Kiss my mouth," he instructed.

So as he fucked her and she fucked me with her tongue, I leaned forward and kissed him on his mouth. He shoved his tongue in and I sucked on the slab of wet flesh as we contrived to move together, closer and closer till we couldn't move any further.

Sameera exploded first. Her tongue thrust deep into my cunt and her legs tightened, going rigid as they lay on his shoulders. Her hips rose off the carpet and she wailed out, her voice muffled by my cunt smothering her face.

As her body twitched and quivered, her legs fell off his shoulders. I pushed my hands down and grabbed the back of her head, yanking it up to press her harder against my cunt. I pushed, almost violently, my tongue into his mouth.

It had been a long wait and I knew I had to quench my fires. I felt his hands grabbing my breasts and I heard the soft 'plop' of his cock pulling out of her cunt as he shuffled closer to me, sliding his ass up over her body.

Blindly, I grabbed his throbbing cock and jerked on it.

My senses reeled, my mouth fastening harder against his, my hands tightening their grip on her tits. I felt myself soaring up, up and away and it was as if my insides had exploded into a million pieces.

I wrenched my mouth away from his and let out a hoarse cry.

"Oh, oh, fuck, oh fuck, I-I-I...am...c-c-coming!"

I looked down and saw his cock spearing into Sameera's cleavage. I pushed her tits together to assist him to fuck her tits. His eyes were glazed and he was short of breath. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he pumped his cock furiously back and forth between her swollen breasts, which I pressed together.

The strength went out of my legs and my body. It was one of the most incredible orgasms I had in recent times. I felt his hands grabbing the back of my neck and pushing me down.

I understood. Getting off Sameera's face, I bent down and saw his cock gliding between her bunched breasts. I lowered my head and began licking the top of his pumping cock and the firm flesh of her breasts.

"Aargghhh, unnngggghhh, Hmmmm, yes, yes," he shouted.

Sameera raised her head, licking the top of his cock when it appeared out of her cleavage. I licked her tongue too. Together, we brought him closer and closer to his climax.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, here it is, here it comes, take it, yes, oh fuck, take it, take it," he panted.

His semen shot off the tip of his cock when it was positioned at the top of her breasts. Being closer to him than her, I felt the first shot hit me flush on my face. I moved aside to let the second shot land on Sameera's face. And then, he began spurting uncontrollably.

His jizz splashed all over us. I thrust my breasts forward, crushing it against hers as we eagerly let our flesh get anointed by his spunk.

And then, he was on his back and we were over him, licking him all over and then licking each other.

He looked at me, his lips curled into a smile as we watched Sameera going back to take his soft cock back into her mouth, sucking on it gently.

"Well?" his voice was barely a whisper.

I smiled. "Perfect."



Fulfilling Fantasies Ch. 03



Shilpa Shetty came to the scene much longer that I had. She wasn't a very close friend, but I'd heard it from the grapevine that she was hot, AC/DC and willing to try anything. It was Sameera Reddy who put it to her silently one day.

Actually, I wanted Sameera to continue in my next fantasy. Or to be more precise, it was Christina's fantasy. But Sam had to go to Switzerland for a shoot and regretfully told me that she couldn't make it.

Shilpa is quite tall, has a knockout figure and like me, has gorgeous breasts. She has long legs, a very small waist and wide shoulders. 

I had given her a brief synopsis of my script and a detailed one to Harry. They had flipped.

"Gosh! Just reading it is giving me the hots," Shilpa had gushed. "Just say when!"

When Harry learnt that he would get to make it with Shilpa, he flipped.

"You mean that Shilpa Shetty?"

I laughed. "Yes, that one. The one with the great big tits."

"When?" he asked, excitement evident in his voice.

"Tomorrow afternoon."

"I read the script, Mal. You sure you want to go through this?"

"Of course I do, Harry. I didn't show you my game room for nothing," I replied.

"Have you ever got into that kind of stuff?"

"Questions, questions," I sighed. "No, Harry. I just furnished it yesterday.

"So, tomorrow afternoon?"

"One PM to be precise. Follow the same instructions with the security."

Shilpa arrived ten minutes before he did. She was wearing a figure-hugging outfit. The skirt, it's waistband below the navel, molded with her curves and the blouse, which was more of a halter, was so low in front, I swear that when she bent down, it revealed her large areole. 

"You are looking cute, Mal," she said, lowering gracefully on the couch. It was the same couch that Sameera had sat upon when I had feasted on her succulent cunt.

I was in a one-piece skimpy dress, zipped at the side. I was wearing a tiny bra because the dress wasn't tight enough to hold my breasts bunched up. The bra pushed up my breasts and the cleavage was very, very prominent.

"Thank you, Shilpa. I must say you are doing better in the looks department yourself."

She giggled, accepting the drink I handed over to her before taking my place beside her.

As we sipped our drinks, I was not only aware of her breasts protruding half out of her blouse, but I also couldn't help but notice her creamy, smooth thighs under the skirt.

"So, what's great about this guy?" she asked.

"The greatest thing is that he isn't great," I replied, laughing. "He is really a nobody and you wouldn't look at him twice. He fucks very nicely and lasts as long as you want him to after he spills his load the first time. Besides," I added, staring unabashedly at her breasts, "he is a tit-man"

"Oh wow! Aren't they all? I have this producer who insists on fucking my tits every two hours whenever we are together. Just my tits, though! Never goes for my pussy, although, he likes to finish off in my mouth."

I was feeling the heat spread through my body. That session with Sameera had aroused in me the instincts of reacting sexually to a sexy woman. And boy, is Shilpa hot! I could feel my pussy getting wet by just looking at her and hearing her talk. 

I could smell the perfume she was wearing: a heady, intoxicating perfume, something like sandal. 

I also liked her openness and the honesty with which she spoke about her relationship with the producer of her current film.

"So, what else does Harry do? Gosh, is that his real name?"

I laughed. "No. It's Hari and he is talented. He eats pussy like divine. And after he blows the first time, you could suck his cock or let it fuck you anywhere you like till you are really satiated. He is like that. He likes to satisfy a woman."

"That's great! Those kinds of people are dwindling. Most guys just want to get their rocks off and they aren't concerned with what happens to the woman. They think that if they can keep their cocks going for as long as possible, they have done the job. They forget that we girls too need a lot of foreplay. And that, besides the standard routine of coming when a cock is drilling our cunts, we too like to come in other ways."

"Look Shilpa, let me tell you something. I figure we can start our games after we make him come the first time. That way, he is bound to last a lot longer."

"You really want to play these games, Mal?" she queried, looking into my eyes.

There it goes again, I thought. 

"C'mon, Shilpa, I think I have already told you that. I want to experience as much variations as possible before my time is up, if you know what I mean."

She laughed. It was a good, long and a sexy laugh that came from deep within her.

"Okay, Mal. Maybe I would want to get into a game myself. For now, gosh, I don't want to bear discomfort and pain. But I would give anything to get myself off…"

The bell interrupted us and winking at her, I rose off the couch and walked to the door, emphasizing my cat-like walk, aware that her eyes were on me. Sam had really gotten into me and I couldn't believe that I was desperately trying to impress another woman with my sexuality and body.

I opened the door to admit Harry. He was dressed in a striped buttons down shirt tucked inside dark brown trousers. He smiled widely when he saw me.

I smiled back and allowed him to push past me, letting my breasts brush his arm.

As I closed and locked the door, I could hear Harry draw his breath in sharply.

"Wow!" he exclaimed in a low voice, which I doubt Shilpa could have heard.

I turned around, took his hand and led him to the couch.

"This is Shilpa. Shilpa, meet Harry."

He was red-faced when he shook her hand, but his eyes were fastened to her cleavage, drifting down to her creamy thighs.

"Hi Harry!" Shilpa smiled brightly.

"Oh hi!" he replied.

I walked to the bar to mix a drink for him.

"Harry, she's a great friend of mine," I told him. "No formalities and she's in the game."

"Mallika was telling me your plus points," Shilpa purred, patting the couch beside her, indicating to him that he should sit there. He did, quite embarrassed.

I sat on his other side after handing him his drink. 

"I mean ALL the plus points," Shilpa purred, sipping her drink.

"I-I s-see," he muttered, crimson faced.

"Harry," I told him, casually dropping my free hand on his leg. "Don't be nervous. I remember you telling me that a drink would be a waste of time and that we should straight away get down to fucking."

Shilpa laughed and finally, Harry too did, breaking the ice.

"You are beautiful, Shilpa," he told her.

She made a pout. "I got a nose job done, okay. Besides, very few people know that I took a crash course to increase my tit size!"

He grinned. "You didn't really need one, did you? And incidentally, I would like to say that you did one hell of a fine course!"

Shilpa stared at him as she sipped her drink. Then, lowering the glass on the centre table, she said, "Well, as I said. Mallika's been telling me your plus points."

As she uttered the words, she stretched back, thrusting her ample bosom out and slightly parting her legs.

My pussy absolutely gushed at the sight. To Harry, the effect of the sight of Shilpa stretching out like that, was even more pronounced. I saw the bulge grow between his legs.

"Like what?" he asked in a voice that seemed to be suffocated.

"Let me just ask you one thing. Would you eat my pussy?"

His mouth fell open and his eyes bulged out of the sockets. He lay his glass down on the table, his hand shaking.

"I love eating pussy. Right, Mallika?"

I gulped down the rest of my drink. "Oh, positively."

"So?" Shilpa asked slyly.

Harry was getting warmed up. "Would you strip for us? I did really like to see you naked. I mean see those long, beautiful legs, those creamy thighs, those big tits and that pussy of yours."

Slowly, Shilpa got off the couch and took a couple of steps away from it. Harry and I watched as she reached behind to yank the strip that held the blouse together. She caught the sides of the garment in her armpits, not letting the blouse fall away completely. Instead, it slipped down slightly till we could see her large areoles and the protruding, bullet-like pink nipples.

Holding the blouse in her arms, she pulled a concealed zip at the side of her skirt and wriggled her hips till it slid down her legs to lie in a puddle at her feet.

She was wearing a micro-mini pair of panties that clearly stuck to her cunt lips. She glanced at me. I realized that I was breathing hard.

"Help me with the panties, Mal?" she asked coyly.

I walked up to her and went down on my knees. I gripped the waistband of her panties and tugged it down. The panties slipped down to reveal her cunt.

The lips were almost open, like she had just been fucked and the sparse hair on the top of the mound was just as silky as the hair on her head.

"Harry, before I show you my big tits, I want you to undress Mallika," she whispered.

He quickly obeyed. Kneeling by my side, he found the zipper and pulled it down. I had to raise my knees, one after the other so that he could pull the dress down over my legs. He unhooked my bra and my breasts tumbled down heavily and for a brief moment, he cupped them, kneading the sensitive flesh. Then, I felt his hands skimming down my back, tugging my panties down.

He straightened to kneel beside me; his bulge now, so huge, that I thought it would rip his pants and spring out. We both looked up at her.

True to her words, she raised her arms and let the blouse fall away, exposing her truly astonishing breasts. God! They were really tremendous! Not very big if you really came down to measuring them, but so soft and so firm, they looked enormous because of the tempting cleavage between them.

"You can have a go at my tits later on, Harry. For now, you promised that you would eat my pussy."

He grinned, reaching out to clasp her buttocks and yank her body towards him. She would have fallen if she hadn't put her left hand over his shoulder and the right hand over mine.

He leaned down and lowered his face to her calf, blowing on it noisily before licking it with darting stabs of his tongue. I heard her hiss and moan and I looked up to see her grabbing her own breasts and kneading on them. I turned my attention to Harry. He was still fully dressed and now was blowing and licking till he had progressed to her inner thighs. 

He approached her pussy, and his tongue sought out the smooth joints on either sides of it where her thighs merged with her body.

I leaned closer to watch him licking and lightly biting each cleft. He lowered his head again to lick the insides of her thighs and quickly raised his face to blow on her pussy till she was squirming and moaning, her pelvis gyrating wildly in anticipation of his tongue fucking her cunt.

His tongue outlined her labia and she thrust her buttocks forward as though trying to lure his tongue inside her pussy.

He raised his head up further and I saw his tongue darting around her navel in small circles, which grew smaller and smaller till he was licking her navel itself.

"Oh my god, suck my pussy!" she breathed.

He ran his tongue down her abdomen and finally nudged it inside her pussy. Her legs spread wider and even as he probed into the depths of her cunt, her hand tightened on my shoulder and she threw back her head and let out a long cry.

He now grabbed her buttocks and buried his face between her legs. I saw his mouth open wide and then his cheeks began to hollow and bulge as he commenced sucking the whole of her cunt.

"Oh my god, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, drill that tongue into my cunt, aahhhh yessss," she cried out.

To say that I was getting affected would be an understatement. I slid my hand down between my legs tracing my pussy lips with a finger and when he buried his face in her muff, I shoved the finger inside my cunt.

With my other hand, I pinched and rolled my hard nipples. 

"Oh god," Shilpa gasped, her buttocks wriggling as he tongue fucked her pussy, "oh god, suck on my clit, yes, I need to cum! Yes, like that, yes, yes, suck it, suck that little cock!"

I watched him gather her erect and distended clit between his lips and suck on it. At the same time, he brought one hand around and slid a finger swiftly inside her pussy.

It really startled her and made her explode.

"Oh god! Again, yes, yes, another finger, please, please!"

Before he could add a second finger, I took my hand off my breast and swiftly, just as he had, shoved my middle finger alongside his deep into her wet cunt.

"Oh god, yes, yes, finger fuck me, yes, please don't stop sucking my clit, ah, yes, yes!"

If she knew that the second finger fucking her pussy was mine, she gave no indication. But I did feel her hand slip down my shoulder and search out my breast. I raised myself slightly on my knees so that she could grab my breast and squeeze it.

She came loudly again, shuddering, bucking her hips wildly and gabbling incoherently. But there was no stopping Harry now. He applied himself faithfully to the task in hand by adding another of his finger. That made it three fingers inside her cunt!

I pulled my finger from inside my pussy and slid my hand towards his crotch. I cupped it and he groaned in her pussy. Assured that she wouldn't back away or fall down, he let go of her buttocks and thrust it towards me. He found that my breast was already occupied by Shilpa's hand. He slipped his hand down over my belly till he was probing the insides of my cunt with his finger.

I had found his zipper and yanked it down. I fumbled for the buttons of his pants and shucked them off. I tugged his pants down and slipping one side of his underwear, watched his throbbing cock spring out of the confines. 

He grunted when I wrapped my fist around his shaft. 

Shilpa had finally succumbed to another orgasm and she fell to her knees. She removed her palm off my breast and encircled his shoulders with both her hands.

"Now let me suck my come off your mouth," she rasped, lowering her face over his. I watched as their open mouths met and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his tongue inside her mouth.

She carried one hand down between their bodies, found mine already wrapped around his shaft. She slapped my hand away and grabbed his hard on. I cradled his balls with my hand, moving my hips up and down over his finger, which was still fucking my pussy.

I watched her pull back and lick his lips. "Gosh, you are really great, Harry! I don't know how many times you made me come!" she said between licks.

She was slowly jerking on his cock now and he was beginning to rock his hips back and forth.

"Not so fast," she said, slipping her fist down to the base of his cock and squeezing it so hard, he winced.

"Don't you want to play with my tits?" she asked him, thrusting her chest out and swaying her body from one side to the other.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, pulling his finger out of my pussy to grab her breasts in both his hands. He dipped his head down to plunge his face in her inviting cleavage.

She looked at me and smiled. "Kiss?" she asked.

She twisted her head to one side so that I could raise my face. I parted my lips and I felt her mouth crush them. Tentatively, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, tasting her pussy there. Her tongue met mine and we began the game of dueling in the confines of her hot mouth.

I jerked in surprise when I felt her hand cup my mound. She caressed my slit, rubbing her fingers back and forth over the swollen lips.

Harry was now licking one nipple noisily, twisting the other between his fingers. He traced a line with his tongue from that nipple to the other, licking savagely.

She pulled back her head and planted a surprisingly chaste kiss on my cheek, considering that she was now pinching my clit.

"I want to eat your cunt," she told me.

I almost came when she said that. "And what about Harry?" I mumbled.

"You did say he liked tits, right? Okay then. He can fuck mine while you stand beside me with your cunt in my face."

Obviously, he heard her, because he rose swiftly to his feet. Her hand was still gripping his rock hard prick and using it as leverage, she pulled herself closer to him.

He stood in front of her, his hands already on her firm breasts. He directed the tip of his cock to rub against one nipple and she giggled, swaying her body from side to side to allow him to do so.

When I rose too, he was rubbing the other nipple with the tip of his cock. I stood beside him, but at an angle, and spread my legs apart.

He pushed her breasts together and hunched down. He guided his cock in the tunnel from below and thrust upwards, spearing his cock up through the cleavage. He groaned with lust, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock fucking her breasts.

"Yes, yes, Harry boy, fuck my jugs!" she sighed as she twisted her head to one side. She circled my buttocks with one arm and pulled me closer. I screamed when I felt her mouth on my cunt; her tongue directly plunging inside.

Harry began to move up and down, his cock wrapped between her luscious breasts. He leaned towards me and said, "Kiss my mouth!"

So as he fucked her breasts and she ate me out with surprising expertise, I kissed his mouth, my tongue entering inside. I sank one hand in her silky hair and embraced Harry with the other, pushing my pussy against her face and pulling Harry's to mine. 

There were only sounds of licking and slurping accompanying the wet squishy sound that his cock made as it traveled back and forth between her breasts.

Soon, as he had now fixed up the tempo, he let go of her breasts and instead cupped mine as we kissed harder, almost bruising our lips. 

Shilpa now concentrated on sucking my clit and probing the depths of my cunt with her finger. She set up the finger-fucking rhythm to match the rhythm with which he was fucking her breasts.

When his hands squeezed my breasts so hard I nearly cried out and when his tongue forced into my mouth, I knew that he was coming.

I heard the rhythm of the squishy sound getting faster and faster and he groaned into my mouth. I pulled my mouth away because I wanted to see him come between her breasts. Also, Shilpa's talented tongue and clever fingers had me on the edge of my own orgasm.

His cock was working furiously back and for the between her breasts. Harry was working on my breasts as well, kneading them, twisting the nipples and cupping them as if he wanted to weigh them.

He howled out when he climaxed, his head thrown behind him, his hands gripping my breasts. I groped down and held her breasts by their sides, feeling the flesh jiggle with the onslaught of his cock between them.

He exploded with a fury; his semen shooting up to hit her chin as she busily sucked my clit. I pushed my mound deeper against her exploring mouth, my hands gripping the back of her head as I watched his juices splash around her breasts and then, when he pulled out his cock, the liquid splashed her over her breasts and nipples.

Holding her head firmly in place, I knelt down. She had to lower her face too and I spread his juices evenly over her breasts, twisting my head to take his shuddering cock in my mouth. I sucked on him, sucking him till he was dry. I was bucking my hips back and forth and could feel her tongue rapidly going up and down my slit and her fingers were now a blur as she fucked my pussy.

"Oh god, Shilpa," I breathed, "Oh god, yes, yes, suck my clit, oh yes, harder, harder."

I was already on the edge and had been holding back only to wait for Harry to climax. Now that he had, I let myself go. 

As I leaned back, rocking my hips up and down against her face, I felt Harry's hands and mouth on my breasts. He sucked the whole of a breast, kneading the other, occasionally pinching my nipples.




Fulfilling Fantasies Ch. 03



The dam burst loose. Pulling her face deeper between my legs and his closer into my breasts, I arched my back off the floor, wriggling my bottom furiously.

"Ahhhhh, ugghhh, ooohh," I made all those noises that I always did when I climaxed. 

The three of us lay down on the floor like that for almost ten minutes, breathing heavily and raggedly.

Eager to begin my game, I was the first to break the silence. "I think I'm going to get some sandwiches and a couple of jugs full of orange juice. Okay?"

They could merely nod.

******

We freshened up, using the bathroom one after another, soaking in a hot shower.

Back in the room, we dressed up again. I winked at Shilpa when Harry disappeared in the bathroom.

"Now, you just see how long he lasts. He is incredible."

"You don't have to tell me! He's very inventive, huh?"

"Like how!"

He came back to the room fully dressed, complete with his shoes.

As we were sipping yet another glass of juice, I got to my feet and said, "Harry, do you think it's time?'

He gave me a long look, nodded at Shilpa and getting up from the couch, took my hand, leading me through the green door behind the couch.

There was a large king sized bed with crimson draperies and on first sight, it would look like it was a bedroom. 

"You are sure you want to play games?" he murmured, leading me further with Shilpa behind us to another black door.

"Yes!" I whispered in a strained voice.

"I forgot where the switch is," he said when we entered the room.

"To the left against the wall," I reminded him. He switched it on, simultaneously closing the door. A dim blue light illuminated the room.

Shilpa gasped, just as he had done when I had first shown him the room. Everything here was black. The walls, the floor and the ceiling. A small low platform was placed in the middle of the room. And then, there were those things hanging on the walls. 

He ignored Shilpa. I knew he would for now. She would come into play a little later.

"We are going to try out a few things," he said harshly, pulling out a strip of gold-studded black leather.

"Let's see how the great Mallika looks in a harness," he continued, quickly circling my throat with the leather strip and fastening it from behind.

"That's a expensive dog collar for a expensive horny bitch, huh Shilpa?"

Shilpa croaked, "Sure!"

The feel of the leather was cool and strangely pleasant. My stomach fluttered with anticipation. How far would we go?

Standing behind me, he unzipped my dress and eased it over my head. He patted my hair back in place, tossing my dress aside. He unhooked my bra and tossed it to Shilpa.

"Just make sure that it joins that dress," he told her.

He walked around to stand in front of me. In the dim light, his skin seemed to look smoother.

He casually took off the towel wrapped around his waist and slid it to the floor, kicking it away towards Shilpa. Sometime earlier, he had pulled on his underwear.

I stood like a mannequin, hardly breathing, but clearly hearing my heartbeat. 

He reached to the side and pulled down another piece of leather; this time it was a black harness. He dangled it to me, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Like this?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Hold out your arms."

I held out my arms. He rubbed the harness over my swollen breasts and I squirmed at the touch of the cold leather. He slipped the harness over my arms.

"You may put down your hands," he said solicitously.

I did so. The harness crisscrossed between my breasts and the flaps went behind. Once more he walked to stand behind me and yanked the flaps backwards. I almost fell against him. 

He tightened the flaps together till my breasts were bunched up as far as they could possibly be.

"Is this okay, or is too tight?" he asked.

"It's okay," I replied in a small voice. Shilpa was leaning against the wall, watching us.

"I want you to keep those high heels on, so we will do away with the panties in the best possible manner," he said. I felt his hands slide into the waistband of my panties and he ripped them off. 

"No use of this anymore," he said, walking to take his place in front of me and tossing the torn panties over his shoulders. 

Slowly, he took off his underwear, exposing his semi-hard cock and his huge balls.

"Now, sit there," he told me, pointing to the platform.

I did and when he walked over to me, I found that my head came even with his cock. 

"You like this cock?" he asked me.

"Yes."

"You like these balls?"

I nodded.

"I asked you a question and I want an answer, bitch! Do you like my balls?" he said harshly.

"Yes."

He took his cock in his hands and rubbed the length of it across my cheeks and over my forehead.

"Shilpa," he said. "There's a chain on that hook. Get it."

Shilpa walked over to the other wall and found the chain. She handed it to him.

"What's good if the bitch is not reined?" He slipped the chain into the hook behind the dog collar around my throat, before getting on the platform and going behind me. 

"Put your hands behind you!"

I slid my hands around me and he grabbed them, slipping the knot on the other side over them. It was like a handcuff and it effectively manacled me. His task done, he stood in front of me again.

I felt the cold chain over my spine at the back and shuddered.

"Okay, where were we, Shilpa?"

"You were asking her if she liked your balls," she answered, a touch of satisfaction in her voice.

"Not asking her!" he shouted. "Asking the bitch!"

"Sorry," Shilpa said. "You were asking the bitch if she liked your cock and balls and she said yes."

He wrapped his hands over his cock and once again rubbed it's length over my cheeks.

"So if you like my cock, would you like to suck it?"

"Yes." I replied honestly.

"Open your mouth."

I opened it.

"Don't close it until I tell you to. You are good at only sucking my cock, you bitch."

He rubbed his shaft over my mouth and then, hunching down, rubbed it over my breasts. The harness had managed to push my breasts together and bunch them up, making them look bigger.

I waited, with my mouth wide open, aware that some saliva was dribbling down over the corner of my mouth.

"The bitch is salivating!" he cried out, straightening. "Come here, Shilpa and look!"

Gingerly, Shilpa walked over to us and bent down to look at my face. She smiled pleasantly. 

He flipped her tight skirt up her creamy thighs and slipped one hand inside her panties. She remained in a bending position so that he could fondle her ass cheeks.

With his other hand, he directed his cock into my mouth. I almost started to clamp my lips around it when I remembered that he had told me to keep my mouth open until he instructed otherwise.

"Hmmm, Shilpa! Why, your cunt is all wet!" he exclaimed. I could see his hand slipping between her ass cheeks inside her panties and billowing in front. Quickly, he pulled out his hand and said, "Not yet, Shilpa. Let us first get this bitch on the edge."

I wondered what he meant by that as Shilpa walked back to her place. The tip of his cock was brushing against every place inside my mouth. I felt the slightly wet head rub against the roof of my mouth and then he rubbed it over my lips. He then concentrated on rubbing the tip over my teeth before shuffling closer and letting it touch my tonsils. 

"You look just like a nasty bitch in heat with all that spit dribbling down your mouth. Now, go ahead and clamp those luscious lips of yours over my shaft."

I was relieved because my jaws were aching. I clamped his cock with my lips.

"Now show us how you can suck cock!" he muttered.

I began to move my face to and fro as he stood there in one place, his feet planted firmly on the black floor. He reached down and pinched my nipples, making them harden further. 

"Take the whole of it inside your mouth!" he snapped. 

Beginning with his cock head, I slowly leaned further and further, slipping my lips over the flesh.

"Maybe you are good for sucking my cock, bitch. Like it?"

"Hmmm," was all I could say with my mouth stuffed with full.

He pumped back and forth into my mouth. He was semi-hard and so I could easily slip it deep into my mouth till my nose was pushing against his hairs. 

"Enough!" he ordered, pulling away. I hid my disappointment as he stepped back. "If you are really good, you can lick it later. Are you going to be good?"

"Yes," I replied in a small voice. 

"Come here, Shilpa," he commanded.

With alarming alacrity, she walked over to him.

"Why don't you get out of that dress?"

Shilpa smiled slyly, first, stepping out of her tight skirt and making a great show before she pushed her panties down her thighs and kicked them aside. Her breasts thrust against the material of her blouse when she reached behind her and pulled it over the top of her head. Looking disheveled, she threw her blouse aside and then, smoothed her roughed up hair with her hands.

"See what you do to my cock?" he said.

His cock had gotten hard, very hard and erect. In fact, I could almost see it pulsating.

"Only me?" she asked coquettishly. "Not her?"

"She is a bitch," he rasped out. "Go to that wall there and fetch me a whip."

My blood curdled, but Shilpa didn't hesitate when she walked up to the wall and came back holding a three-strand black whip with a leather gold-studded handle.

He grabbed the collar around my throat, yanking me off my position and pulling me to the centre of the platform. He jumped on too. 

"Get on your knees," he instructed without letting the collar go. He pulled the collar and I struggled to get to my knees. Once again, as I got down to my knees, I found that my head was in level with his cock.

"Go behind the bitch, Shilpa!" he ordered.

She walked away to stand behind me.

"Run that tip of that fucking crop up and down her fucking spine."

I shivered when she did, not so much from the cool touch of the leather as from the fear of anticipation of his next order.

This was a part of the fantasy I wanted to play and I had made it clear right from the beginning to both of them that I did not want to deviate from the script. When I had written this down, I had known that I had to be subservient to these caprices. Yet, I hadn't lost my dignity, at least not so far. Submission and admission: I was caught up between these two and I definitely was experiencing pleasure.

"Get on all fours," he told me, and when I did, he continued, "Crawl forward and kiss my feet."

Shilpa continued running the crop up and down my spine when I planted a wet kiss on his right foot.

"The other one now, bitch," he ordered.

I obeyed him.

"Lick them alternately now."

I went from one foot to the other, licking his flesh with the tip of my tongue. In doing so, I had to support myself on my elbows and as I lowered my head to the floor, I was aware that my ass was raised.

"Reverse that crop and run that handle-tip up and down the cleft of her ass, Shilpa." 

I continued running my tongue over the flesh of his feet, my sphincter muscles contracting, perhaps in dread, as Shilpa ran the tip of the handle back and forth between my ass cheeks.

I didn't hear him say anything, but I should have known that he would perhaps have signaled to her. The handle left my body and suddenly there was a loud smack as the whip smacked me over the left cheek of my ass. Involuntarily, I gasped.

"Lick them like you would lick my cock!" he said.

The crop was now massaging where it had slapped me moments ago. As I let more of my saliva dribble onto his feet, there was the second sudden sting as the whip swished through the air and landed on the right cheek of my ass.

With one foot, he pushed me back slightly and then thrust his toes at me.

"Let's see how you suck my toes," he whispered.

As Shilpa massaged me with the crop, I took the big toe of his right foot into my mouth and sucked on it desperately, almost as if I wanted to impress him with my oral skills so that he would ask Shilpa to stop the whipping.

But I heard the swish of the crop again as it landed on my ass yet another time, across the globes and I whimpered.

"What's the matter, bitch? You didn't like that?" he jeered.

"No," I whimpered truthfully.

"Will you do as I say, cunt? Will you agree to do what I tell you to?"

"Yes, yes," I pleaded.

"I didn't tell you to stop sucking my toe."

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The whip landed thrice more on my ass as I gobbled his toe back into my mouth.

Suddenly the whipping stopped.

"Okay, Shilpa, give me the whip. Good. Now, come around and kneel down here so that you can suck what she wants to."

I could see Shilpa's legs in front, just beside his feet and then she was lowering down on the platform. Because I was sucking his toes, I could see only up to the top of her creamy thighs after she knelt down.

He set that right by pushing me back with his feet till I was on my fours again. I was amazed by the fact that he could stand for so long on one leg, since I was still sucking his toe. It was only when I was on my fours that I could see that he was supporting himself by putting his arm over her shoulder.

I could also clearly see Shilpa taking a hold of his erect cock. 

"Lick it a little, will you Shilpa?" he asked her in a gentle voice.

She laughed, rather shrilly before bending his cock back against his belly and beginning to lick the back of the shaft with the flat of her tongue.

"Ahhhhh, yes, Shilpa, your tongue! It's so good! I think you got to teach this cunt how to do this, don't stop, yes, ah, lick it, make it wet for me, oh yes." 

I heard her tongue lapping his cock while I continued to suck on his toes.

"Get back and sit down on your ass, cunt!" he snapped at me. "Get back so you can see how a cock is to be treated!"

I hobbled back, sitting on the platform, trussed up like an animal about to be led for slaughter. He had let go of the chain and it made a clanging noise as I sat up, my ass against my heels. Now, he flung the whip away to one corner of the room.

"Wait a minute, honey," he said to Shilpa and strode over to the wall. Shilpa, still kneeling down on the platform, looked at me without any emotions. I guessed that perhaps this was nothing new to her.

Then, I felt his hands pushing me till I fell over, my cheek against the black floor. He stepped beside me and pushed my legs apart and clamped a metal bar that connected to the cuffs on my hands to another on my ankles that he was now putting on. In this position, it was impossible for me to close my legs. They remained as wide open as my breasts remained pushed together.

He turned me over and I lay on my back, knees suspended and spread apart in the air, my breasts straining upward.

He stood up. "Now, Shilpa, lean across this cunt and suck my cock."

I could see her heavy breasts dangling down towards mine as she leaned across my body and grasped his cock with both her hands. Then, I saw her take the entire length of his shaft in her mouth.

His hands gripped her hair at her back.

"Ooohh yes, yes, keep it inside like that for a while. Ahh, your mouth is so hot and wet! Just like a cunt!"

His cock was so close above me that I could almost smell it. Gripping her head and holding it in position, he began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Ah, oh yes, I like fucking your mouth, oh yes, again, again, sweep that tongue over it again, yes, oh fuck, I don't know how you can do that with my cock fucking your mouth, oh fuck, yes, yes!"

It was an endless litany of the typical vocabulary you hear in a terrible x-rated film. But I suppose, that was the major part of my fantasy: the freedom to say it like you want to say it, the freedom to express precisely what you want and how you want and how you feel.

"Wait, wait," he suddenly shouted, apparently coming up with another idea.

"Let me kneel down and you lay across this cunt on your fours so that when you suck my dick, she can munch on your pussy."

Shilpa didn't need to be told twice. I almost gagged when her musky cunt settled on my face immediately after he had started to fuck her mouth.

I was going wild, and my face felt like it was on fire. Shilpa's oozing flesh (she must have come by buckets, she was so wet!) pushed against my mouth and I sucked it, making it swell even more. I captured her clit in my mouth and bit it gently, feeling her body buck up, and immediately soothed it with small cat-like licks. I sucked it in again hard, and then bit and licked and sucked even harder. I extended my tongue as far as I could and ran it up and down her cunt. I licked the hot flesh with long laps of my tongue, licked her cunt lips and inside her slit, up into the oozing hole and back out again, flicking over her clit, which stood out like a small cock. I felt her writhe and grind her cunt on my face.

"Oh fuck, Shilpa," he groaned. "I just love the way you suck my cock! Go on, don't stop, yes, faster now, yes, take it in deeper, oh fuck, like that, oh Jeeze baby, you got it in your throat!"

Her cunt obstructed my view, but I had already watched close up her skill at this. I had been amazed how easily she could take his entire length right to the hilt with so much ease. It was no wonder that so many actors spoke about Shilpa's skill at fellatio. 

She was also making a deep noise inside her throat and it was also because of my tongue drilling into her cunt, sweeping widely over the entire mound and attacking her big clit.

Then, I suddenly became aware of her juices pouring out from her cunt. She began to squirm so much that I was having a hard time keeping my tongue on target. I drank from her. I sucked at her flowing cunt, managing to rapidly flick my tongue over her slit, stabbing and kissing and sucking and licking. Her cunt opened wide, her clit twitched and swelled, probably from the heat that must have been building inside her. 

The deep noises she was making turned guttural and then, sounded like the squeals of a dying pig.

The randy Shilpa Shetty was coming! Again and again!

Abruptly, I felt her being pushed back.

"Wait," he said.

I saw the dim light again as her body shuffled back. Her face was suffused and flushed and her breasts heaved.

"Did the cunt make you come?" he asked, standing over me, jerking on his cock, almost philosophically. I could barely see his face past his cock.

"Yes, oh god, yes, yes!" she panted.

"Good. I thought so. You were sucking my dick like something crazy! Now, just go around and free her arms." He stepped back and looked down at me. 

"Have you come, bitch?"

"No," I replied truthfully, as Shilpa, breathing heavily, walked behind me to free the manacles.

My arms were free, though the rest of me was still trussed up. My legs were still wide apart and the harness was in place. 

"Now, bitch," he said as Shilpa made her way back to where he was standing. He had stepped back now and as he stood beside Shilpa, I could see him masturbate his wet, glistening cock languidly.

"You will use your hands only when I tell you to and only the way I want you to. One little deviation, and I am going to tie your hands back and whip you myself. Got that?"

"Yes," I answered, wanting desperately to reach down and plunge my fingers in my wet, soaking and wide-open cunt. Of course, I'd have given anything to have his throbbing cock pummeling me instead. Or maybe I'd love to have Shilpa's tongue licking me there, sucking on my clit, shoving her fingers inside. Hell, I would love to have a combination of both. The fire was raging inside me and there was no way I could put it out without doing something.

"For now, you will simply do nothing. Just let them lie as they are, you got that, cunt?"

"Yes," I replied again. These monosyllables were getting to be routine, but there was still a feeling of dread that maybe if I'd go out of line, he's really whip me till my ass would be black and blue.




Fulfilling Fantasies Ch. 03



He stepped forward, his large cock pulsating in the dim light. It was dripping with Shilpa's saliva and maybe a lot of his pre cum.

"Nice titties," he said, thrusting his hips out and letting the tip of his cock rub over my nipple. I gasped with anticipation.

"What?" he asked drawing back.

"Nothing," I murmured.

He grabbed my head and yanked it back by my hair. "Listen, you fucking cunt! When I ask you a question, I want you to answer truthfully. You didn't exactly say nothing when I rubbed my cock on your nipple, did you?"

"I am sorry," I said mournfully. "It was just that the touch of your cock…"

Smack! With one hand still gripping my hair, he lifted his other and slapped my cheek hard. It stung, bringing tears to my eyes.

"You will not call it cock. Only Shilpa can. You will call it penis. If you are a good little girl, maybe I will allow you say the word. Got it?"

"I-I am sorry," I said, my cheek still stinging from the slap. 

"Go on," he said, pushing his hand from my cheek down to grab my left breast. He squeezed it hard, so hard, that I had to stifle another gasp.

"It was just that your penis on my breast made me tingle all over."

He laughed, throwing back his head.

"You want this cock?"

"Yes!"

"You want this cock to fuck your cunt?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Don't you want to suck my cock like Shilpa just did?"

"Yes."

He let go of my hair and now, with both his hands began to squeeze my breasts. Trussed up as they were by the harness and the flaps, his cruel squeezing sent a shock of excruciating pain. At the same time, incredibly, I could feel my juices gushing inside my cunt.

He brought his cock towards my breasts. With one hand he pulled the harness off my chest and with the other, he guided his cock under it. He let go off the harness.

His cock was now wedged between the harness and the valley of my breasts. I should have known. He was a thorough tit man.

"Ahh, that feels good! Your bunched up tits holding the sides of my cock flesh and the harness preventing it from slipping out! What a grip! Hey Shilpa, come on over here!"

Still breathing with exhaustion, she gingerly walked over to us. 

"Kneel down here and look at that. Look how her tits and the leather hold my cock! Yeah, that's great. Now, just watch as I fuck this cunt's titties."

She knelt down and bent forward so close, I could smell the fragrance of her silky hair.

He began to rock his hips up and down, fucking my tits. There was nothing gentle about his movements. He plunged furiously, savagely and mercilessly, little caring about what I was feeling like, intent only on the pleasure that he was getting from such a hot cock-trap.

"Oh fuck! I want to come all over the slut's face and yet I don't want to come for another hundred years! Tell that cunt what you see, Shilpa, go on, tell her!"

She leaned further till I felt her breath on my breasts.

"I can see that big cock of yours spearing through her tied up big tits. I can see that strap of the harness holding the upper side of your bull-like cock. I can see her tits jiggling slightly. When you fuck upwards, I can see that purplish and angry red cock head pulsating like it wants to cry out it's come. I can see a part of her tits all red, like it was burning. I can see her dollar size nipples getting bigger and bigger."

"I am going to shove up, you know, fuck up her tits and rest so that you can suck on the tip, okay, Shilpa?"

"Wow, sure, boss! That did be great!"

"You aren't feeling exhausted, are you?"

"I thought I would, but I am horny all over again," she laughed when she said that.

"Now!" he yelled, plunging his cock up my breasts and pausing there. "Suck that cock head!"

I had to back up my head to accommodate hers. By lowering my eyelids, I could see her mouth opening wide and taking his cock head inside it. Her cheek hollowed and she moaned.

His hands quickly flew over to grab her melons. He did not cup the entire flesh: instead, he pinched her nipples and pulled them as far outward as he could.

"Enough, baby, enough! Or you will have me wasting this jism over the cunt's tits. Back up a bit and spit between her tits…the lubrication's drying up."

She leaned forward and spat. He drew his cock back and I felt the gob of her spit landing in my cleavage.

"Yeah, yeah, like that. More, more, spit in it till it is bathed with your saliva," he roared.

She proceeded to spit rapidly and I felt the thick fluid dribbling down the insides of my breasts.

He began pumping up and down again, letting his cock plough my cleavage. My breasts so bunched together and thrust upwards by the tight flaps and his sliding cock made those familiar squelching noises.

My hands twitched and my pussy burned. I wanted to ignore his warning and shove a couple of fingers in my cunt, rock them in and out, fuck myself raw with them. I held back, and in so doing, I was aware of a heightened pleasure: the pleasure of anticipation and of unexpected actions on his part.

Sweat from his forehead dripped down on my breasts. Shilpa now went back to sucking his cock every time it coursed its way up between my breasts. If she hadn't been doing it, I was sure that his cock head would be slamming against my chin.

Abruptly, he pulled back the strap of the harness and withdrew, much to my disappointment. His cock slapped against his belly and Shilpa moaned her disappointment, rocking back on her knees.

"Don't worry, you sexy baby," he laughed, "come over here. I want to give this cunt a real live fuck-show, inches from her fucking face."

With alarming alacrity, she went to him. They stood facing each other so I could watch them in profile. He was about a couple of inches taller than her, because she was wearing her heels. 

He hunched down and holding his cock, brushed it up and down her slit. She moaned and shuddered, her arms wrapping his shoulders.

"Lets slide like this so that we are closer to this slut."

They slid over to me till I could smell them: the distance between us was hardly a couple of feet now.

"You want a standing fuck, baby?" he asked her, still rubbing his cock head over her cunt.

"Anything!" she replied shrilly, grinding her pelvis against his body urgently. "As long as I have that cock inside me, take me in any which way!"

"Spread your legs, honey-pot," he said. 

She did and he had to hunch further down to line his cock with her cunt.

He suddenly thrust up and she screamed. I could clearly see his cock thrusting smoothly into her cunt till his balls slapped her thighs.

She raised one leg up to encircle his waist, planting the other leg firmly on the floor.

"Watch this, cunt," he said, glancing at me. "Look what you are missing. Watch my cock fuck this wet pussy, watch it slide in and out!"

As he uttered the words, he began to move up and down, his hands cupping her ass cheeks. She clutched his back, rocking her hips with him and raised her head to look up.

I began to tingle all over, frantically wanting to plunge my fingers inside me, or at least to play with my clit. I could hear the dull thuds as their hips slapped each other and the sounds were like pistol shots in the otherwise quiet room. 

He bent his head down without interrupting the rhythm and pushed his head between her breasts. I saw his long tongue creeping out and washing her cleavage, and then, slipping to one nipple before sliding over to the other. She dropped one hand to hold the back of his head and she arched her chest up towards him.

"Oh my god, I am coming, oh fuck, I can't believe it…I am coming!" she cried out, her ass undulating in his cupped hands, hips wriggling frantically, shoving her body up against him and clinging to him as he continued to pound her.

Her sleek body was covered with perspiration and I saw a rivulet of her fluids trickling down the inside of her thighs. He was relentless even after she began to whimper, her hands falling limply to her sides, the leg that she had hooked around his waist also dropping away to the floor.

I wanted to scream out at him to let her go and take me instead. She looked like a rag doll, flung back and forth by his furious and hard thrusts. His cock made a wet noise at it plunged into her ravaged hole.

He was sucking on one breast and kneading the other with his hand, while he held her back with his other hand. He kept fucking her, in spite of the fact that she looked listless and was limp.

He swiveled his eyes to me and the look was one of pure mocking. He smiled with his mouth still sucking on her ample breast and then drew back, releasing her. His hips continued to move into her.

He finally pulled out, his hand around her waist.

"Bend over, sexy, I'm going to fuck you from behind," he told her, his eyes still boring into mine.

"Oh god!" she breathed. "You…you are insatiable!"

"You mean you don't want my cock any more?'

Incredibly, as she flopped to her knees, she grabbed his wet cock. "You crazy? Of course I want it, I want more, more! I thought you would give me some time."

"Time for what, baby?"

"Oh Jeeze! I can't believe it!"

I could see her breath picking up, her breasts beginning to heave again, the strength returning into her limbs.

Quickly, she dropped on her fours. She reached down between her thighs, groped for her cunt lips with one hand and opened the wet lips.

"Plunge in, cowboy!" she cried. "Fuck my cunt!"

He held her hips firmly and thrust forward. Yet again, she moaned as his cock speared into her.

They were so close; I could reach out and touch them. In fact, as he began to fuck into her, her hair flopped wildly and brushed my hips.

She twisted her head around and he leaned forward to kiss her mouth. Her body began to rock to and fro with the raw strength of his movements.

She ripped her mouth away. "Oh god, yes! Fuck me, oh yes, fuck with me! Give me your cock, oh god, I can't believe it, oh god, oh fuck, I think my insides are going to explode out, oh my god, oh fuck honey, fuck, oh yes, I never had anything like this before, ooohh, aahhhh…" 

He now reached down to cup her swinging breasts and turned to look at me.

"Fuck yourself!" he said harshly.

That was the command I was looking forward to. Swiftly, I brought both my hands to my outstretched pussy. I pulled the lips further apart and shoved two fingers simultaneously inside my cunt.

I shuddered and moaned. I writhed and wriggled. Trussed up as I was, I could almost feel the gratification instantaneously. 

"Finger fuck your cunt in the same rhythm that I am fucking Shilpa," he said. "Too fast or too slow, and I am going to have your arms tied up again."

I watched his hips rock back and then thrust forward. He had slowed down, no doubt intentionally, knowing that I was on the edge and needed a swift, brutal assault on myself to crash into orgasm.

But I did slow down to match his rhythm. Back and wait. Slam forward and wait. Repeat the procedure all over again. And again. And again. 

She grunted every time he thrust into her, driving her forward as she tried vainly to push back. I saw the veins on his hands stand out and I could see her wince, realizing that he was mauling her breasts. But without any heed, she continued to moan and thrust back and forth at him.

I was shoving my fingers deep inside me, as deep as I possibly could. I let my other fingers strum my clit, which stood engorged. 

"Are you coming again, baby?" he grunted.

"Ohhhh, ugghhh, mmmmm, yessss…" she answered.

I watched, managing to fuck my cunt in the same slow rhythm that he was fucking her with, and suddenly Shilpa, for yet another time, went rigid. Her eyes widened and her hips went stiff. The cry came deep from inside her throat.

This time, he quickly pulled out of her, letting her sink down on the floor like a ragged, beaten up doll. His cock stood perpendicular to his body, glistening with her juices, so shiny and smooth.

He knelt down on the floor, his hands caressing her heaving breasts, fondling the nipples as she moaned, all her strength apparently drained out. He bent down and kissed her savagely on her mouth, and then just as quickly, got to his feet.

He turned to me and noticed that I was still fucking my cunt with my fingers.

"Stop that!" he commanded.

Instantly, I obeyed. 

"Pull those fingers out of your cunt."

I did.

"And that other hand too, stop playing with your clit."

I let my hands lie limply to my sides. Silently, I cursed him for still prohibiting me from taking my own pleasure.

"I think you have been a good cunt so far. You don't want to spoil anything for you now, right?"

"No."

He looked down at Shilpa, who lay limply on the floor, her eyes closed.

"Look at her. She is really fucked up, huh?"

"Yes."

"Do you want my cock?"

"Yes."

"I did not hear you beg for it."

"I want your cock…er…penis."

"That's okay now. You can call it cock. In fact, I want you to call it only by that name."

"I want your cock."

"Where do you want my cock?'

"Anywhere."

"In your cunt?"

"Yes."

"Where else would you like to have it?"

"My body, my mouth, my tits, my ass, anywhere!"

He looked at me for a long time and then turned away. I saw him going over to one corner of the wall, suddenly feeling apprehensive. Maybe, I thought, he was going to bring some more of those toys.

He came back with a metal folding chair. He unfolded it in front of me and lowered himself on it, spreading his legs wide apart. The break must have done something for him, because his cock had become slightly soft.

He leaned forward and slowly, his eyes fixed on me, undid the metal bar from the cuffs that held my ankles together.

"I don't want you to close your legs, okay?"

"Okay."

He dragged the cuffs, the bar and the chains away, letting them fall to the floor.

"Open your legs wider and slide forward on your ass so that your legs are on either side of mine."

I shuffled forward. My legs were completely open as I closed the gap between us. Finally, I could move no more. I was between his outstretched legs, my mouth in line with his cock.

"Suck my cock."

I bent down and took him in my mouth. It tasted of Shilpa's juices. I slobbered on it, letting my tongue slither all over the shaft, bobbing my head back and forth, up and down.

"Put your hands under my balls."

I cradled his nuts. I caressed them as I sucked on him.

"Suck my balls too."

I pushed his cock up, letting it fall back on my nose as I pushed my tongue out and washed his balls. He took my hands in his and led them down till they were on my breasts.

"Play with your tits when you lick me and suck me."

I followed his orders, deriving a strange thrill from doing so. I never had sex in this manner before. It was exhilarating stuff. All that pent up frustrations inside me were now going to come out. I had never in my life been denied my carnal pleasures and had always taken the initiative to get my gratification the way I wanted to.

Having had to wait and more frustratingly, having had to watch Shilpa getting fucked so thoroughly, had built inside me a curious kind of energy.

I knew that all he needed to do was slide his cock inside my cunt and pump it in and out a couple of times and whoosh! I would be coming endlessly…

For now, I contended on taking his balls in my mouth, one after the other, and sucking gently on them. At one point, I tried to gobble both of them, but it was impossible. His shaft kept rubbing on my nose and forehead as I switched from the first to the second nut and then back over again.

His palms spread over the back of my hands pumped gently and rhythmically so I was kneading my own breasts. The nipples had become so sensitive!

"Ah, yes. You are such a nice cunt! You did exactly as I told you to, except for not having stopped fucking yourself after I had pulled out of Shilpa's cunt. But I guess I understand that. Now, take me back in your mouth, bitch. Look at that cock! It's back to full mast!"

It was funny, the way he said ‘back to full mast.' I thought I would giggle, but I was feeling so horny I did not want to deviate in any manner from the script he was making on his own.

"Ooohh…mmmmm…" he sighed as I slipped my lips over his shaft, slowly, very, very slowly, from the uncircumcised head right down to the base. My nose was pushed right into his hairs and his cock head was right inside my throat.

I felt perversely thrilled by it. If Shilpa could do it, so could I. I wanted him to get so worked up; he had to admit that I was better than Shilpa.

I let my tongue wash his cock even as I sucked it deep inside my mouth.

"I think I should come all over you now," he said.

I pulled my head off his cock. "No, please!"

"Why, cunt?"

"I want to feel it inside my pussy."

He laughed. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my head back to his cock.

"Okay, okay. Suck me now."

I gripped the base of his cock and began to suck in earnest. I licked the top of his cock, trying to shove the tip of my tongue inside the tiny slit. 

His hips began to rock to and fro, fucking my mouth with his cock. 

"Now, I think we'd rather fuck. Or else, I am going to come all over your face!"

"How do you want me?" I asked.

"Just rise up and stand over me. Don't make me do the moving."

I clambered up, placing my legs outside the folding chair. I felt him seize my breasts and I straddled him, sighing luxuriously as I lowered my pussy on his dick. 

He leaned forward to suck on my breasts as I began to move up and down over him. It was true! Four strokes and I screamed out my orgasm. 

"Don't stop!"

Feeling extremely weak after the first orgasm, I began moving yet again. Down, down very slowly till his cock was impaled entirely in my pussy. I rested awhile, and then, I rose up, up very slowly till only the tip of his throbbing meat lay inside. I began to repeat the procedure all over again. His mouth would let go of my breasts on my up-stroke and then, be all over it at the end of my down-stroke.

I circled my hands around his shoulders as I began to gently and subtly pick up the speed. I glanced around and noticed that Shilpa was watching us, idly fingering herself. My God! I thought about the irony of it all: I had not even been allowed to masturbate when they were going at it like a pair of animals. And here she was, still wanting more!

I thought he hadn't noticed that I had already come twice: thrice if you included the very first orgasm. I was so knotted up, I would have kept coming and begging for more every few strokes having his cock inside me.

But he was smarter. 

"Had enough? I know I could keep going for another hour but I've got to come sometime or I may burst a nut or two!"

"I like it best when you come with your cock wedged between my breasts and then after a couple of squirts, turn on the tap on my face," I told him guiltily.

He laughed. "Okay then. Slide down till my dick is between your tits. After I come, I'll wash your face up!"

I slid out till his cock was completely outside me and then slid down in front of the chair. He had to shuffle a bit forward so that his prick was nestled in the valley of my breasts.

He pushed my breasts together to hold his dick there, safely ensconced in the valley.

"Now, baby, begin to move!"

I was too delighted to do the movement. I cradled his balls in my hands and began to move, slowly at first, and then gathering speed till what Shilpa must have watched would be looking like a blur of all flesh.

From the first time, and later when we were with Sameera and yet together a few times, I had realized that he would always come copiously when his prick was between tits and then over the mouth.

"Oh god, yes!" he gasped, pumping his hips up and down. "I think I am going to give you your bath baby!"




Fulfilling Fantasies Ch. 03



With even more urgency, I moved against him. I loved the way he felt between my breasts. 

He pulled away. "Jack me off, baby, come on!"

I grabbed his shaft and began to masturbate him, my fist clutching the base of his expanding cock.

"Faster, baby faster!" he urged me, massaging my breasts, kneading the ample flesh there.

I did, till he was groaning with desire.

"Oh yessss!" he hissed. "Here I come!"

I was right. He came in buckets. He waited till he was sure my breasts were drenched with the juices and then moved subtly so that his cock was jammed up in my mouth. I sucked it hard, swallowing the last few drops of his juice.

"Oh fuck!" he uttered breathing heavily as I sucked him off, leaning back to lick his shaft. "You are the best fucking woman in the world, Mallika!"

I shot a triumphant look at Shilpa who was still fucking herself with her fingers. I thought I did see at least a look on her face that would betray some kind of remorse. Perhaps, even some jealousy. 

But all she did was to grin at me.

"You," she said in a shaky voice, "really are, Mallika!"



Fulfilling Fantasies Ch. 04



As I have told you before, I love fulfilling men’s fantasies. I love to get on the telephone lines and talk to men about their most secrets of fantasies. I really enjoy listening to them. If I can’t come up with a way to fulfill their fantasy as I am talking to them, then I go on to the next person. Some fantasies seem easy to begin with but when you are trying to put them into action, they aren’t as easy as they seem to be.

I think the easiest fantasy that I fulfilled was with Frank. Frank had a very sweet foot fetish. He just loved to touch and feel and lick and kiss feet. He really didn’t even care if they were men or women. He just loved feet.

Frank asked me if he could spend an hour with my feet. He wanted to photograph them in different types of shoes and with or without anything on them. I felt this was really mild so I went along with it.

Frank asked me to start off with hose and heels. He wanted me to wear black hose, thigh highs, with the tallest heels that I had. The tallest I had were about 4”. He also asked me to wear a short skirt and a white blouse. I complied.

When Frank arrived he was carrying a large knap sack. He was tall, about 5’11 and had a nice body. He had kind of long black hair and hazel eyes. I love guys with dark hair and light eyes. Most of the time, it really doesn’t matter what the guy looks like, I just really enjoy what I am doing to pay much attention to that.

As we were talking, I noticed that Frank kept paying more attention to my legs and feet than to what I was saying. So I suggested we get started.

I sat on my table so that I would be higher than him. Frank got out his camera and started to take a few pictures to check the lights. He then asked me to cross my legs at the knee and dangle my shoe on my big toe.

“Oh God, This is great!” He uttered. “I hit the jackpot with your legs and feet. They really are something else”

There is something about spontaneous compliments that make me really get into the spirit of the fun. I really enjoy receiving compliments; they seem to turn me on some. 

He took a couple more pictures, and then he knocked the shoe off and took a couple more. He then pulled a chair up by the table and sat down. His eyes were about level with my knees. He took my right foot in his hand and proceeded to stroke it. He started at the top of my toes and stroked very lightly with the back of his hand, all the way up past my ankle. He then took my foot and placed it on his face so that the arch was about even with his mouth. He started kissing the bottom of my foot. I had never had anybody do that before, so I was surprised that I was really enjoying this.

Frank went over and got his bag and removed a smaller bag. In the smaller bag were nail polish and other manicure items. He then came over to me and asked me to remove my thigh highs. I started to and then he said he remembered that it was his hour, so he gently and slowly removed them himself.

Frank went and found a little table that I had in the other room. He got it and sat it down in front of me. It was perfect for me to set my feet flat on it. He took some of the lotion that he had brought with him. It smelled like lilacs. He proceeded to give me an extremely fantastic foot massage. Then he asked me what color of polish I preferred. I saw that he had purple, so I chose that. He then shaped my toenails and polished them. As he completed one thing, he would take a picture. So when he finished with the massage and my feet were glistening with the lotion, he took a picture. When he had one foot polished, he took a picture. And he did the same when the other foot was done. This really put me in heaven. It was so neat. And besides that, my little feet looked so pretty.

While we waited for my toes to dry, Frank started to massage my legs. He was kneading the muscles on my calves. That felt so good. It was really nice. And it was beginning to be erotic. And by the bulge in Franks pants, I would say it was quite a turn on for him also. 

Frank sat back down in the chair and was lightly stroking my inner thighs. He was quite impressed with my muscle tone. I have always tried to keep myself in shape. He reached up and pulled my butt closer to the end of the table. In doing that, my skirt rose up and showed that I was naked all the way up. Frank then spread my legs further to get a good look.

I looked up at him and gave him a very a very wide seductive smile. I said to him playfully, “My sweet little pussy isn’t part of this fantasy”

Frank drew his brows together and said, “This is my hour, and you said I could do what I wanted.” “Are you going back on what you said?” 

Since I wasn’t sure of what I might say no to. I chuckled and said, “Go ahead and do your worst.”

Frank got his camera and started taking pictures. He asked me to spread my pussy lips so that he could get a lot of pink in his pictures. He then got a little lotion on his fingers and proceeded to massage my clit. My sex button started to react quickly. It started getting so hard. I spread my lips further so that he could see it in all its glory. He took a few pictures of that. Then he took a towel that he had brought with him and wiped the lotion off of me. Frank then leaned over a little and started lightly blowing on my engorged clit. Oh wow, did that make it twitch. I felt like it was definitely a little dick because I could feel it flutter and twitch just like bigger ones. Frank gently took it in his mouth and started swirling his tongue around it. I couldn’t believe it. My clit actually got bigger. I still can’t believe how big it got.

Frank stopped doing what he was doing and said, “If I keep this up, I wont be able to finish my fantasy. Don’t worry; I will make sure I don’t leave you hanging.”

He got his camera and took a couple more pictures of my now very large clit. I wish I had those pictures now. Would love a visual reminder of our time together.

Frank sat back into the chair. I realized that he was now naked from his waist down. Oh wow. He was huge. He was quite large and long. I would say about 9”. He was also about 3 1/2 to 4” in diameter. He also was quite smooth. The head of his cock was also large. It had a drop of cum on it. I am surprised that he had lasted this long.

He had pushed my skirt all the way to my waist earlier, so now he had no problem spreading my legs even further. He positioned my legs with the knees out and my feet were touching. He then moved the table and set my feet in his lap. Frank put lotion on my feet then placed his beautiful cock between the soles of my feet.

I had not seen him set up a video camera. He had placed it on a box a little bit away from him. I couldn’t see the viewfinder, but I would imagine that he was able to record this whole thing. He placed his hand under my feet and showed me how he wanted my feet to move up and down on his engorged member. I slowly started to jack him off with my feet. I could feel him get even harder. He was so hard; I could see the veins pulsating in that fantastic dick. He leaned back and allowed me to continue on my own. He arched his back a little and leaned his head back. When he did this a raw emotional moan came out of him. It was so powerfully raw. No holding back.

Frank leaned forward and was able to suck my clit in his mouth while I was pumping his throbbing member with my feet. 


I continued to stroke. Slow up and down strokes. I could feel that I was dripping all over the table. Suddenly I felt Frank get so hard I thought he would lift off of his chair. He grabbed my ankles and made my feet go faster. He all but rose up in the air and let out a yell. Almost knocked me off the table. All of a sudden he started to spurt. Great big globs of his manhood came bursting out of him. It got all over him and me and I think I even got some in my hair. It was so fantastic. It was incredible. I felt that I had really made him feel good.

After his breathing returned to normal he shyly looked up and me and whispered, “Wow”.

I started to readjust myself and Frank said, “Please don’t move” So I stayed there a few seconds.

I now felt utterly exposed. There is a difference to being exposed during sex, but afterward it is quite different. I watched as Frank reached into his bag and pulled out a large vibrator.

“Oh Yes, Use it now” I exclaimed, with a large smile. I shivered with anticipation. 

He gladly complied by turning it on and putting it on my still engorged clit. I came in a matter of minutes.

This was a really great fantasy. I learned that I also have some fetishes. I also went a little farther and asked someone to suck on my toes. That was really mind blowing.

It is good when you keep an open mind.

Another really good fantasy that I helped with was a really nice guy named Mike. Mike was really afraid of diseases and only wanted to watch and be watched. We talked a few time and I felt that he was safe enough, so I met him at his house. He was a really nice guy. He was quite tall, about 6’4”. He also had long blonde hair, a nice body and the sweetest smile that I have ever seen. He also was very soft spoken and had a southern accent. He also was a rodeo rider. He wore tall cowboy boots, which made him even taller. I looked up at him and gave him a big grin. With that he grabbed me and gave me the biggest hug that I have ever received.

We sat and talked for a few minutes, had a beer and then went into the bedroom. I was pleasantly surprised that when I walked into the bedroom, there were lit candles all over the place. Also there were cut flowers in a vase by the bed. Mike had arranged the pillows so that I could basically recline on the bed. It looked so inviting. I couldn’t wait to get started.

I started unbuttoning my blouse, when Mike came over and took my hands in his. He looked at me and said, “Just because we aren’t having the typical type of sex, doesn’t mean that I can’t be romantic and undress you.”

I allowed him to unbutton my blouse; even though his hands were so big I thought he might rip it. While he was undoing the buttons, I felt his hands caress my skin. That was very nice. In typical male style, He also tried to take off my jeans without removing my shoes. That led to a lot of laughter. With that he pushed me onto the bed, removed my shoes and jeans. I looked up at him and we started laughing all over again.

I love to laugh before, during and after sex. It heightens it a lot. I really enjoy doing these fantasies, especially when it is so much fun. 

Mike had me get on my belly and lay flat on the bed. This really surprised me because this wasn’t part of what we talked about. I did as he requested, and I saw him get out the baby oil. He straddled me at the waist, and was basically sitting on my butt. He them proceeded to pour baby oil all over my back. He rubbed the baby oil all over. When he finished with my back, he moved and started putting it all over my legs. He really wasn’t giving me a massage. Just sort of getting me all oiled up. It was enjoyable. He rose up quickly and said, “Oops, I forgot.”

He then went into the bathroom and got a big towel, which he place unfolded next to me. Then he went back to making sure I was all oiled on my back. He poured baby oil on my butt cheeks and started to rub that in. He got the oil again and poured some more on me. This time though, he poured it into my butt crack. I felt little droplets go into my tight little asshole. He put his hand in my crack and slowly started rubbing in the oil. Now that felt really good. I was so slippery that when he moved his hand down his little finger went into my butt hole. I didn’t stop him because it was such a turn on. After a few minutes, I think he realized what was happening, and inserted his thumb and started to thumb fuck my ass. As I was just beginning to cum, I felt him stop and remove his thumb. Wow did that leave me hanging. Mike then asked me to roll over and make sure that I was on the towel. I guess he didn’t want me to get oil on his sheets.

Mike started pouring baby oil all over my chest. I think by then, my breasts, my belly and my pussy were the only parts that didn’t have baby oil on them. 

I asked Mike why the baby oil. He stated, “It makes it even more erotic when I see a lady all oiled up when we are together. And to think of what it would feel like when we rub bodies together”

Mike continued to pour the baby oil on my chest. When he started rubbing it in he made special effort to circle the nipples and then pinch them to attention. As he was doing this he leaned down and asked: “You really loved it when I put my thumb in your ass, didn’t you?” 

I mumbled yes to his question, but wasn’t quite sure of what he was saying. It was like I was sex drunk and couldn’t think of anything but what he was doing. The only thing that I could concentrate on were his hands rubbing all over me. He spread my legs and poured more baby oil on my clit and pussy. There is nothing prettier than a clean shaved glistening pussy. He kept rubbing and rubbing. The next thing I knew was that he was inserting a couple of fingers in my dripping pussy. I started humping his hand. He allowed me to do that for a few minutes, until I was all worked up, then he twisted his hand around and poured more oil onto it before he inserted that large thumb in to my asshole again.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The feelings were rushing all over me. I knew I was getting ready to cum. I started humping him harder and harder, and then all of a sudden he stopped again. He rose up from the bed and went over to a chair on the opposite wall. It took me a few moments to compose myself. I rose myself up and looked at him and wondered what was going on. He must have felt my gaze because he just shrugged his shoulders and started taking off his clothes.

Mike removed all of his clothes. He went out in the other room and brought back the little bag that I had brought. In it was my electric vibrator. I really love my little vibrator. I am glad it is electric because it stays at a constant vibration unless I want it different. I hate the battery ones because they wear out so quickly.

After Mike plugged in my vibrator and gave it to me, he then positioned me against the pillows. He spread my legs with the feet flat on the bed and the knees up in the air spread wide. He took my hand and had me open my pussy lips so he could get a better view. He then took my other had with the vibrator and positioned it so that he could see just about everything. He reached into another bag and pulled out another vibrator. This one was blue and slim. Mike took the end off and inserted the batteries. I really wasn’t sure what he was going to do with that one.

He took the cap off of the baby oil and inserted the vibrator. After making sure that it was nice and slick, he took the blue vibrator and inserted it into my waiting asshole. Oh that felt so good. He then turned the vibrator on and went over to the other side of the room and sat down. He had a big smile on his face, so I felt that he was enjoying this whole thing. He took the baby oil again and poured it over his belly, cock and balls. He then used the same motions on himself that he used on me.

I put down my electric vibrator and got my hand all slick and started masturbating myself with my fingers. I was able to hold myself open and to pinch my clit. I kept pinching my clit till it felt huge.

I looked over at Mike and asked him, “Do you want me to use the other vibrator?” 

He shook his head and said, “NO. What you are doing is great.”

So I continued to masturbate myself, with the little blue vibrator in my ass. I reached down and turned the little blue vibrator up higher. Oh that felt so good. I continued to do this for a few till the pulsating started. Then I started moving my hand faster and faster. I couldn’t believe how fast my hand could go. I moved my butt on the bed and I was able to feel more of the vibrations from my butt hole in my pussy. That was an extra turn on. I started to quake and shake. I was shaking so much I couldn’t keep up a steady rhythm. I reached behind me and pushed the vibrator in as far as I could and started to ram it in hard. I felt like the bed was moving. It was starting at my feet and it felt like it was going to engulf me. I felt this hot liquid cum pouring out of me. It gushed and squirted all over the place. At the same instant I felt the gushing, I heard Mike make a very loud moan. I looked over at him and he was gushing a geyser full himself. 

To this day if anybody says that safe sex masturbating is boring, I just chuckle and say to myself “They don’t know what they are missing.”