2 comments/ 23071 views/ 8 favorites Venus In India Ch. 01 By: venusinindia I was in New Delhi after a million years visiting friends and family from the US. It was my first day out on my own exploring the country that gave me birth. Unfortunately for me it was bang middle of summer. 112 degrees outside and the cold environs of the large mid city mall were the right refuge for me. I ducked into one of the million that dotted the Indian urban expanse. The heat was oppressive and outlandish to say the least. The girls on the other hand are the sexiest here. The long auburn hair and curvy bodies beckon with reckless abandonment. Living in the land of pastel blondes is boring to say the least. The women here are born sensuous without the need for any "surgical" enhancements. The land of the east was the land of the "kama" or sexual enlightenment. As a 28 year old married man and minus the missus I was horny as hell. It had been a while since I had my fill of spreading my seed. Hell my seed was so ready to sow that I eyed each person in a skirt as a potential fertile ground. I am 5'11" and fair but not drop dead handsome that the female of the species would find me an attractive piece of commodity or even irresistible. Nope sir but in the land of short and dark people I had an edge over the myriad other males that were in the hunt for the same prize AKA wet pussy. I walked into a virtual quagmire of sweating bodies fighting to be cold and back to normal from the hell hole outside. There were those that I was interested in. The young nubile nymphets who roamed the expensive stores that lined the walls of this mall with not enough money and desires that spanned the Atlantic. I walked into a Niemen Marcus store that was probably the most expensive place in the entire hideous display of retail debauchery. I roamed the air-conditioned aisles for young good looking girls to size up. I immediately spotted these 18 year old or so girls in tight fitting jeans and small tops that hugged their ample developing "assets". They both had auburn hair and were giggling uncontrollably sizing up some dresses. I sneaked close to them under the pretext of looking something for myself, never mind that whole section was a female area. I pretended to look for some generic stuff like perfumes which would be explained as gifts for my wife in case someone questioned my presence there. Eavesdropping on these potential challenges I ascertained that they were from a local college and were interested in buying some cocktail dresses for a party they had been invited to tonight with some of their boyfriends at a very happening place. Of course the dresses were very revealing as I could make out from my fervent peeks. Miniskirts, little black ensembles, some slit gowns and the general stuff that girls wanna wear when they want to rage the testosterone a little bit. I was in luck. I inched closer to them and hear them saying – "What yaar (colloquial for friend) Pooja there is no way I am wearing that or affording that at all, Jayesh can go take a flying fuck" said the taller but dusky looking girl to her friend. "Well that's what he wants to do to you" replied the other shorter but better figured fairer girl, "besides isn't that the whole point?" "Hell no. I have said no sex before marriage. Fooling around is okay but no fucking for me." She smirked and giggled. "Speak for yourself, I am going for gold soon with Vikram. He reached third base with me last week at the pub party" Pooja boasted eyeing a black Dolce ensemble. "You Slut" Riddhima shrieked. Pooja laughed loud and pushed her back "This slut is going to be the hottest babe tonight buddy you watch" "Yeah if we suddenly had a money tree grow by our side" Riddhima lamented and continued to finger through the expensive dresses. This was very encouraging. Two young girls hormonally active, no money and very much open to sex, well at least one of them was. "Listen Riddhima Kanchan is the hottest property in that club tonight we have to beat her at her own game." Pooja added emphatically "no matter what the cost" "15,000 rupees for this dress Pooja, I don't have even half of it and that is my pocket money for the whole year!!" Riddhima lamented. I was salivating at this point. I decided this was the time. I casually walked over to the girls and in a good fake American accent complimented the dresses they wre looking at. "Thank you" the younger sprightly Pooja replied coyly smiling. "Picking a gift for someone?" "Yeah for my girlfriend back in the states. She wanted an Indian dress. So I was just browsing but I have no idea in hell what to get her" I replied in a southern drawl , I don't know why I picked a Southern drawl but I just did "She is American and I don't want to disappoint her" "Well there is plenty of stuff for her here," Riddhima replied cutting Pooja before she could say anything else "Good luck" she was pulling the other one away. This had to be it. I had to stroke the iron when it was hot. "You know I have a suggestion and I know it sounds bold but if you could hear it out it could help all of us." I volunteered with my most innocent face. Pooja as I had guessed jumped at the offer. The other girl looked at me suspiciously. "What kind of suggestion uh....." "Siddhant, you can call me Sid that's what the Americans call me anyways" "Yeah Sid...what was the suggestion?" Pooja went on despite her friend's apparent disapproving eyes. There was no one around us. The store was pretty much deserted. "I am sorry I could not help overhearing your conversation earlier and realized your problem with the buying of the dresses" I put on the most sheepish face I could. "What else did you hear" Riddhima looked at me shocked and angry. "Well frankly everything but nothing. Trust me I have been your age and understand. I was just wondering that I have all the money and you have the resources to help me out. Why don't we help each other out" I hastily added so that it would not sound too lecherous "In a business like manner I swear" "So what is it you want exactly Sid" Pooja inquired. I did not think they would accept my offer in a myriad years yet here it went. When you are horny, the cerebral cortex is usually the first one to stop working. Libido is the direct enemy of Reason. I turned to Pooja and said, "If you could model some dresses for me since my girlfriend is about your height and is as fair as you, it would help me a lot and in turn I could do you a favor say buy those dresses for you?" . Before they could respond I said "As a gift for your services" I continued in an earnest tone, "I have no friends here. I am on a business trip for three days and on my way to Japan next week. I would be indebted to you gals" Each one them took it differently. Pooja looked at her friend and then at me and then started wondering. She was thinking about it. The fact that she did not say NO and slap me got me more aroused. The other friend Riddhima's eyes widened and then she shot an angry look at me and her friend. "What rubbish!" Riddhima fumed. "Wait you would buy us ANY dress here?" "Anyone you like prices no limit if I like what you wear and buy a dress for my girlfriend!" I was almost drooling now. "Pooja!!!" Riddhima gritted her teeth and then dragged her friend into the corner. Two minutes passed by slowly and I was sure they would be back with a guard and have me beat up for being a pervert or worse still a hulking brother or cousin. They came back, sans guard or large male personality to beat me up. Looks like my boyish features and the audacity of my demand came across as genuine to them?? Pooja spoke first – "Okay we both will model for you" I knew I was in. "Great. But I want you to model the dresses of my choice" "Sure" Pooja said eagerly. Riddhima was reluctantly drawn into this. That made me hotter for her. She was the one I needed to break first. That was a challenge and I loved a good bet. I slowly sized her curvy figure. She was not a looker and a bit dusky but she had great small little perky breasts and a tight young ass. She had long auburn hair tied in a bun. Gray eyes and glasses with green frames to match her green top. Pooja was a looker, fair and curly dark brown hair and had large plump breasts. I looked around the racks for a while and found two winners. I chose a slit muslin gown with some Indian Motifs and chants printed on it and gave it to Riddhima first. "But you said she wanted Indian dresses" She looked aghast at my selection. She was expecting a more traditional dress. "Yeah I know but this has Indian motifs and I don't want her to look like an old hag, she is a sexy girl and I want her to look sexy and Indian at the same time" That implied inherently that I wanted Riddhima to look sexy too. She got that and kind of looked over to Pooja. "I said my rules. You have to model this dress for me otherwise no worries I understand. Good luck with the party tonight!" I turned half heartedly. I heard Riddhima slowly walked into the changing room. Pooja was whispering encouragements into her ears while pushing her in the changing room. "I also want to come into the room and see you because I don't want people seeing you in these dresses. For your modesty you know" I added helpfully. That kind of mellowed the reluctant girl. I had calculated that part too. The changing rooms in these malls were atrociously small at best. It was my best chance of getting close to these two hot females. After what seemed ages and an awkward silence between me and Pooja I heard the line I had waited to hear all along, "Okay I am ready." Riddhima called from inside. "Pooja why don't you pick out a dress for yourself in the meanwhile and I will let you know when I am ready for you to mode. Go crazy......I will not be paying for this all the time" I smiled. I wanted Riddhima to myself. Separating the girls would make them more vulnerable. That I learnt for my years in American pubs. Girls travel in packs when they don't want to get laid. It's usually easier if you have guys break them up into smaller parts and then conquer. She looked at me and hopped away to the other racks a gleeful smile lit up her face. I walked into the dressing room and Riddhima was standing there in that orange gown that was deep cut at the neck to reveal her small but perky cleavage and beautifully curved neckline. The gown was fitting her curvy form perfectly. There was a long slit on one side revealing her sexy leg. She stood there at attention and trying to cover her bosom and failing. "You look so sexy and pretty." I was about a foot away from her. I savored her cleavage for a while. She knew that is where I was looking. She peeked out the door to see if Pooja was there to be her support. She found none. She had no choice. I glazed over her milky chest and roved my hungry eyes over her small globes of flesh that peeked over the dress top. I looked at her face and again devoured her visually down to her breasts. I took my time. Her discomfort was increasing my pleasure. My thick penis strained against the fabric of my underwear. I so wanted to take it out and wank it before Riddhima's eyes. Cum all over the dress while she watched my hands work on my dick. I may yet get to do that but I had to be slow and deliberate. I was not going to pay for their dresses without getting my pound of pussy. "You know when I said model I meant it. You have to model the dress and what it can do for a sexy girl like my girlfriend." I looked at her almost menacingly. "What do you mean?" She was looking with pleading eyes at me. She looked sweet and innocent, ripe for plundering. "I wore the dress. What else need I do? Just tell me and get this over with" "Well let's see you twirl around and spread those legs a little. Don't be shy it's only me" I said that as if that was comforting for her. Well it worked for me at least. She knew there was not much space there. She moved as far back as she could and slowly turned around. She stumbled at one point and suddenly bumped into me and my erection. She withdrew her hand in almost instantaneous fashion as if she had touched a live wire. I smiled at her realization of what she had touched and what that meant to me. "I am sorry Riddhima but I hope you are not angry at my being....er....aroused at looking at you. Don't worry that just means I like the dress cause that is what I want when my girlfriend wears the dress." I feebly tried to explain my hard on for her. She was silent and still looking at my bulge. "I can take it out and show it to you" I half joked and half hoped for the best at that line. That broke her stare and I thought I had stepped too far now. She had a look of horror in her eyes. She started to move for the door. "Hey hey hey!" I interjected without being intimidating " Sorry yaar I was just kidding. By the way if Candice, my girlfriend would have seen me like this she would have kicked me hard in the balls." I smirked "It hurts more when we are erect you know." Then something unexpected happened. She smiled and covered her face and looked the other way trying to hide the fact she liked my joke. I smiled back. The ice had broken a bit. Now the Ice Queen needed to thaw a bit more than this before I could get further. "Are you guys done I want to model my dress too for Sid" Pooja called eagerly from outside. "Pooja why don't you wear the dress I have kept on the chair outside and come on in." "I don't think there is space for all of us here" Riddhima said. "We always have space for beautiful women." I smiled at the door implying I had the hots for Pooja. This was my new ploy. Play the girls against each other. "Pooja is a sexy and smart girl. Knows what she wants. I think I will buy her that Dolce dress she was seeing earlier." I said still looking at the door. I felt her curdle behind me. That was good. Then I felt her body shuffle closer to me. I turned and she was standing with her whole sexy leg out of the slit. I almost came in my pants. She had long dusky legs. Good curvy calves. She was wearing the try on heels that did not fit but the package was so sensuous. She was looking at me different too. "How about this. Don't you think I will look better in that Dolce?" She said almost seductively. It failed considering she had not done this before. Yet it was all the more a turn on for me. I moved closer to her. I took my time to mentally touch her legs and go over her body once more. She had removed her hands from her breasts. The cleavage was open for my viewership. She had thrust her breasts out at me. She was modeling now. I moved my hand towards the dress. She moved back a little. I looked at her. She stopped and did not say anything. I put my hand on the dress at her hip. She was hot and pulsating. Her breathing increased exponentially. I caressed her hips and moved my hand down her covered leg. Back up again I traced her hip and gave her a little squeeze on the skin over her perfectly formed arse. My fingers found the small of her back. She was breathing at hundred miles an hour. I pulled on her back a tad. She was directly below me. "I am sorry for this but I want to feel the dress in my hands." I explained unnecessarily. "I am happy that you are in it though" I added. She smiled and looked away. "How much longer do you want me" she whispered. I pressed closer and looked down from my vantage point at her breasts. "You have a great body Riddhima. I think you work out a lot or you have great genes." She looked at me, "So the Dolce would look better on me" she said and pushed me away laughing. The ice was melting. "Well well well now I did not explicitly say that yaar" I drawled still keeping my hand on her midriff. I pushed and felt her flat stomach. While I talked I inched closer to her left tit. She looked down at my hand. "What are your plans Mr. Sid. Still feeling the fabric or me?" She said naughtily. Ooh that almost broke my reserves. I wanted to so flash out my Johnson and fuck this petite firecracker right there in that cramped dressing room. Impale her against the glass door and thrust my manhood inside her wet portals for a time of her life. Slow Sid, Take it slow and steady. These are Indian girls. They need a softer touch than the blondes you have had in the past. Candice was my wife's name by the way. She was busy buying gold Jewelry in the Mall somewhere. "Just trying to feel the fabric" I lied. She knew. She did not stop me. I inched closer to the breast. She stood there leaning against the glass wall. I could see her low cut back bare and the bra straps. She was wearing black lace. Her shoulder blades twitched in anticipation. I was about to cup her boob when the door opened and Pooja barged in. She saw and was undeterred or she missed it completely. On the other she saw and approved or wanted a piece of it. She was breathtakingly hot in that dress. It was a pathani shalwar kind of a PJ but more baloony and a short short tank top with Indian motif emblazoned across it. Her stomach was bare showing her belly button piercing. Riddhima almost reacted like she had seen a ghost. "You know Pooja Sid is going to buy me the Dolce we looked at earlier," she blurted almost regretting it then. Pooja looked at me and then at her almost with eyes of fulminating poison. "That is not fair Sid you have not seen me modeling yet." Pooja stated almost like it was a contest. A Contest!!! Holy cow why had I not thought of that before. Well I did sort of but this was gold!!! "Well you know that is true. The Dolce should go to the best model" I said laughing. The two girls now were crowding the room along with me in there. Pooja was almost stuck to my side. I casually raised my hand and cradled her milky white back in my arm. She kept glaring at Riddhima. This was going to get good for me. I gave a slight pull to Pooja towards me such that her body was now smashed into mine and Riddhima with her cleavage exposed was not too far away. I put my other hand on Riddhima's tummy and felt her up good while two girls did not care what I was up to. "Come one girl we can sort this out the good way. I will buy the Dolce for the sexy person who shows me the most," I paused for effect at the double entendre of that sentence to see if they were incensed at my implications, they did not flinch but looked at me, "shows me the most in terms of who deserves it. Of course I need to be satisfied that my needs were met. Of course so far I have my favorite" I was getting bolder now. My hands were caressing Pooja on the soft rise of her butt more blatantly than before. I lowered it a little and then cupped one of her buttock and squeezed it. That was my Hail Mary now. I was so horny with these two half naked girls around me that I did not care. That also indicated to Pooja that I was rooting for her. Unseen to Pooja my left hand had moved up to caress the lower curve of her right boob and I gave her boob a small pinch. Riddhima looked at me and gave me a smile. She thought she was my favorite. "You know the Dolce needs someone with oomph. A sexy style and body" Pooja's hand was now behind me and she had now placed it over my butt and was laying it there. "Okay well I have bigger tits than her I think" Pooja said right away. She turned slightly towards me and thrust her breasts into my direction and looked down at them. I brought my hand that was pinching Riddhima's breast to touch Pooja on her shoulder. "Can I see?" I said almost choking on myself. Pooja looked at Riddhima and smiled and said nothing. I took that as a yes. I ran my index finger down her right shoulder and nudged the short tank top off her shoulder. She did not adjust it. My finger traced the outline of her breast slowly and then I stopped at the tip. Pooja took a deep breath and her breasts rose in unison and fell like mounds of Venus. I cupped the entire breast and gave it a good squeeze. I pushed them up over the top and the mounds came to view. I kneaded her breast slowly over her tank top and continued to do that. I looked over to Riddhima while I was mauling Pooja's breast. She looked down at her chest and then at my hand on her tummy. She took my hand placed it on her breast. I started cupping her globe of sex and started pressing it hard. She was leaning against the glass wall of the changing room. My hard on was now not concealable anymore. I did not attempt to smother it. I shifted slightly such that my rock pushed against Riddhima's legs. I watched as these two Indian beauties offered their prized female possessions to my sexual advances. I flicked my thumb to touch Riddhima's naked flesh over the deep cut of her gown. My other hand was not fondling Pooja's nipple over the top and I could feel her tit tip rise to the occasion. Pooja had closed her eyes and was now leaning against me. Her breasts crushed against my chest. Riddhima was also in passionate trance her eyes looking at me as I cajoled one of her breasts further beyond the confines of the gown such that the dark areola of her one tit was visible now. She looked down and grimaced sexily. Venus In India Ch. 01 I needed to take a step further. I stopped everything abruptly. That broke the trance a little. I think the girls had been enjoying the manual mauling of their breasts too much. "I need to see them. I need to see them now. It's a close call girls but you have to push me now. Show me more" and I took out a wad of money filled with 1000 rupee notes (about $500 worth) and kept it on the seat behind me. "That is your girls but you need to wow me." Pooja's eyes widened with awe at the money. She looked at Riddhima and winked. She smiled back. Riddhima looked over at me and then gazed down at her almost exposed breast. "Sid you stopped why? Go ahead. Complete this job you have started." She continued toying with her slit showing more of her upper thighs. "Look at these beautiful toys for you to play. Sid I deserve the Dolce dress you will. Go ahead pull them out. "Riddhima pleaded me to expose her languidly smiling and biting her lower lip. I was flabbergasted. My hand swiftly shifted her gown top aside to reveal a dusky smallish but full globe of a breast tipped with a dark but erect nipple. It just stared at me to take it in my mouth. She looked over at Pooja. "Pooja let's see your breasts. Show him your breasts Pooja. He needs to see them now." Pooja was transfixed at Riddhima's naked breast. She licked her dry lips. She did not reply at her half naked friend's request. I did not care. My other hand yanked one side of Pooja's tank top and exposed the white cotton bra she had on. My hand covered her breast and started exposing it by yanking it out of the confines of the brassiere. She just leaned back and closed her eyes again. Her breasts were milky white in contrast to Riddhima's. She had pink small but erect nipples. My finger caressed each tip lovingly. She just let me manhandle her breasts with wanton abandonment. I needed more. Riddhima now felt my erection rubbing against her legs and buttock. I was dry humping her. I was in discomfort visibly. Riddhima saw this and whispered in my ears. "You can adjust your cock if you need to Sid. We are not gonna fuck but you can do everything else." With that she turned sideways such that her ass crack lay directly over my dick. I was still caressing Pooja's breasts and pinching her nipples with one hand while I took my other hand and entered my pants and pulled my cock parallel to Riddhima's ass crack. Riddhima bent over slightly to facilitate my dry humping her in that changing room. I could see her beautiful face in the glass wall and she was looking at Pooja's breasts being caressed by my hands. She took my hand and placed it again on her breasts. "Sid they are fair game." Riddhima cooed. Pooja did not want to miss out on the action. She opened her eyes and saw what I was doing to Riddhima. She smiled at her friend. And then looked down at her own naked breasts being touched by a total stranger. She bit her lip and her hands ran through my hair and she brought me close to her and then opened her mouth to kiss me bang on the lips. "I can do one better than what she can Sid. Your wish is my command." She whispered in my ear once again eyeing the cash on the seat. I was in throes of passion by now. I was now rocking my cock in Riddhima's butt. She was pushing back. I wanted more. "Pooja kiss Riddhima" I said without thinking. I was bringing all my fantasies to life. Hell why note I had gotten this far. Pooja was slightly taken aback at this even her state of complete arousal. Riddhima was now probably too wet in her pussy to care. She just continued to lean over presenting her arse for me to dry hump. She then leaned back at me. Her exposed breast being mauled by my hand. She looked at Pooja who was naked from her waist up and nodded at her. They obviously had seen some porn before I think and knew sort of what to do. She came closer to Riddhima and brushed her lips on hers ever so lightly. Seeing those to girls half naked and kissing each other in front of me drove me wilder. I did not care now. I went down on my zipper and pulled my dick out. It was not particularly large or intimidating. This I found was actually what girls preferred because as much as they talked about big dicks they actually feared the big ones secretly. My dick head was wet with hot pre cum. I took Riddhima's hand and put it on my cock. She recoiled her hand and looked down at my meat. She pushed me back. "I told you no sex." She turned to Pooja as if seeking confirmation. "I am not asking you to fuck it." I said. Pooja added "We will not suck it either. We draw the line there." I was losing them but both of them did nothing to hide their naked breasts. My dick was handing freely hitting Pooja's leg. "A hand job is all I am asking" I finally mustered up. Riddhima seemed relieved but still horrified by the idea. Pooja was more like what the fuck. She touched my dick first. Her warm soft hands caressed my dick so beautifully. Her thumb flicked over my meatus immersing herself in my pre cum. I leaned back and thrust my hip in her grip. I was fucking her hand slowly now. "Riddhima I still need to play with your breasts while Pooja masturbates me. Please" I said panting as the gorgeous girl kneeled down and was seeing me move my cock in and out of her fist that encircled my meat just inches away from her face. She had obviously done this before. I looked down at her fisting my cock and her naked white breast jiggling as I continued to pound her hand with my wet dick. Riddhima divested her breasts of the gown. Her twin dusky boobs were presented to me by her. She leaned over watching Poooja wank me. I used all my sexual energy in caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Riddhima winced in pleasure each time I hurt her on her tits. She was concentrating on Pooja below who was now gripping my cock with renewed fervor and moved her face closer to my manhood. I moved my hands over Riddhima's sexy body and then swiftly dipped it under the slit and started kneading her silky dark thighs. She lay her head back at this point and closed her eyes. She knew what I wanted and she did not feel like protesting. She was hoping I would blow my load quickly in Pooja's hand and this would be all over. I inched closer to her pussy under the gown still watching her naked chest heave against me. Pooja was now opening and closing her grip on my dick and milking it like an expert hand jobber. Her eyes widened as my cock expanded and oozed more pre-cum while I continued thrusting my hip into her hand. I could stay for a long time the girls did now know that. That was my secret sexual superpower. Not length or girth or hotness but staying power and girls in America loved that I had realized more than anything else. I was now on Riddhima's hot pussy. I started caressing her clit. My thumb flicked her womanhood and she pinched her lip. She was so aroused that I could have inserted my dick in her and she would not have minded but I was not looking for sex just yet. I preferred titillation to the real thing. That was my fetish. I started rubbing her swollen vaginal lips over her black lace panties. I pushed her gown aside a bit more and looked down at the sight below me. It just blew my mind. There was this dusky young nymphet with her breasts bared and her black lace panty covered pussy in full view and legs spread apart to facilitate my playing with her nether parts. Furthermore this second fair beautiful hotpot of a girl sitting on the floor, her creamy tits hanging down and rubicund nipples hoisted up holding my warm wet cock in her white little fingers and my cock moving in and out of her palm at a regular pace. My hands were playing freely with Riddhima's pussy and breasts. "Pooja touch my cock to her pussy please touch it now. I want to imagine fucking Riddhima now. Help me fuck your friend" I panted thrusting my cock at a faster rate. Riddhima grabbed Pooja's wet hand and brought it with my cock towards her panty and began rubbing it against the lacy fabric of her undergarment. Her mouth was open in an O. I inserted my finger that had pulled out the cock in her mouth. She instinctively sucked on it. She tasted some of my milky pre-cum on my finger. Her sucking on my finger and my cock in Pooja's hand rubbing on Riddhima's pussy was a heady concoction of sex and titillation that was bringing me to my climax. "Pooja kiss my cock please kiss it once. Don't suck but kiss it with all your luv please baby kiss my cock and I will come" I looked down at her. She saw me pleading and then slowly brought her face close to my engorged red penis. Her lips touched my precum covered head and she puckered them on it. All of us were in sexual ecstasy and I don't think we cared what we did. Riddhima was still rubbing my cock against her panty covered pussy lips. I was pinching her dark dusky breasts all over the place. I was kissing the nape of her naked neck. Pooja was showering kisses on my cock that was in her wet cum covered hand. Then I climaxed. Pooja who was still close to my cock caught the first jet of sperm on her face. It covered her beautiful fair face in milky transparent love juice. She snapped back and instinctively opened her mouth to breath. I took the chance and caught her hair and pointed my cock at her mouth where my after jet landed on her tongue and lips. Pooja had some of my sperm in her mouth and then closed it automatically eating my cock juice. She looked even more lovely covered in my cum on her face and hair. I had pushed Riddhima's panty aside and could see her naked vagina in all its glory. She was pulsating in sexual glory down there. She came close to my ear and whispered "You bastard you made both of us your sluts. You made us eat your spunk. I could taste your cum on your finger and you forced poor Pooja in a facial. You are a crafty ass hole" I smiled leaning back and looked at her then glanced at the money stack on the chair behind us. "You girls have earned that." I looked down at Pooja who was smiling at me still holding my now limp wet cum covered cock in her wet cum covered hands. She used the tank top to clean the cum off her face and stood up. I bent down and took her breast in my mouth and bit her playfully on one of her nipples. She giggled and pushed me back. "Enough Casanova. Now leave us girls alone and go find some other young girls to prey on" Pooja pushed me out of the changing room. She picked the wad of cash and ran it along her bare stomach between her breasts and up to her face and kissed it seductively. "We will make sure we spend this wisely." I stumbled out of the room watching those two wonderful ladies still naked and covered in my love juices. I zipped up my cock and adjusted my hair and pants. I quietly walked away from that place and out from the shop mingling seamlessly into the vast sea of people outside. My eyes still hungry for more but my cock would need time to recover. It had been to the mound of Venus and back today. Yet there would be more. This was going to be a glorious summer I could tell. Venus In India Ch. 02 It was three days after my sexual escapade at the Mall changing room with the two exquisite eastern beauties who satisfied my every fantasy that I had a chance to satiate my desires once more. My wife had gone to a different city after her shopping to visit a historical monument. Being an American she had the hots for anything ethnic and historical, I had made a pretext of being ill and stayed back. I was staying at my own flat that I had bought some years back. The building was fairly new and I was one of the few occupants of the third floor. In the past few days I had noticed a young couple up on the third floor that had just moved in. He was South Indian software professional, yes the clichés are usually true, and was employed by the nearby tech firm. His wife was who interested me more. She was probably close to 25, dusky Bengali beauty. Really it seemed like she had been sold off to this dark ugly guy of a husband. Like I have mentioned before I am no Tom Cruise but I am tall and fair and this lady was a bombshell covered in the demureness of her conservative upbringing. In our limited interactions she had become close to my 5 year old son. She had volunteered to baby sit him to my wife. I had personally never spoken to her but had ogled at her numerous times. She was always dressed in a traditional Saree which is a 12 foot long piece of cloth that usually reveals more than it hides. Her dusky smooth skin, the dark bare back and the slight peek of her enticing deep belly button that tantalized me were cock stirring to say the least. She had large breasts I could although most of them remained hidden behind folds of the saree. Yet at times I had seen the cloth fall and reveal the marvelous tops of the large tits that she carried on her. Furthermore she had full sensual lips and the large pool like eyes of a Bengali girl. Her soft cultured voice was more arousing than the numerous multicolored bangles that adorned her hands. She would also wear a large vermillion bindi or spot on her forehead that made her look sumptuous. I was planning on cooking and eating that goose any day. However this was pretty close to home. I usually never spat close to my comfort zone. Chances of the shit falling back on you were high. I had tried to dissuade myself from this conquest but my dick stood in full attention whenever she came to our house to play with Aarnav my son or to ask for a little yogurt or sugar. I had never seen her glance at me. I had bumped into her not actually but in a matter of speaking a few days ago in the elevator. I had made sure I mentioned to her that my wife was leaving for a few days to a different city. She had immediately asked if my wife was taking my son with her. I had said me and Aarnav will be staying back since I was not feeling the travel was worth it. She had gleefully asked permission to come see Aarnav while my wife was away. My cock had shivered in pure erotic pleasure when I also heard her say that since her husband would be again on tour abroad, the third in the three months they had been married she added ruefully for a bit, she would have plenty of time. Hard as it was for me I said I would see if that would work with my schedule that I had planned for him. I would let her know for sure though. Today was a good day. Wife was 500 miles away. Her husband was 7000 miles away. I hate to use my son bait ever but this was a special circumstance. My Johnson needed some pussy soon. "Mrs Krishnan, This is Sid here" I tried to sound desperate on the phone, it wasn't hard "I was wondering if you could look after Aarnav for me today for a couple of hours since I have to leave for a meeting urgently with some bank officials." "No problem Mr. Mehta," she sounded as if her boredom had been shattered to smithereens," I will be there to take care of Oornob right away" she pronounced my son's name in the Bengali way and it was even more arousing. Heck what was I saying I was so horny I would be aroused by a Animal Planet video of praying mantises humping. "Okay Mrs. Krishnan....." "Call me Shormila" "Uh okay Shormila thanks a lot and you can call me Sid please I insist" "Alright Sid I will be there soon" Ting-Tong There she stood in the doorway in a different avatar. The saree was still there but it was much lighter and softer. Her curves stood out even more in this dress. The part covering her breasts was smaller and mentally I salivated undressing her in seconds. Her bare stomach showed off that coveted belly button and sloped gently into luscious hips and a generous behind. She had just had a bath and her top was wet at places sticking to her naked skin. Her hair was wet and long and that made her look freash enough to be plucked. She smiled. "Hey Shormila thanks. I am about to leave. Aarnav is in the room playing. I will be back in a bit." Now why would I leave? Here is why. I wanted to get comfortable in my place. Lounge back. Take it easy. Maybe feel sleepy. Look around. She would find my stash of Penthouse letters in my room drawer I hoped. I had placed a stack of condoms on my bathroom sink. I was hoping she would make herself comfortable. That usually lets women guards down. Then they can be a little more pliable. Yet this was close to home. I had to be careful with this or it could blow in my face. 2 hours passed agonizingly which I spent in the local Café Coffee Day ogling at the many young office going girls in tight and short dresses carrying themselves in and out like bags of sex. My sexual senses were at a height when I reached back from all that bird watching. It took a lot of reserve not to rape this female right there and then and call it a day. But then that was not my thing. A seduction was always more arousing to me than sex. The hunt was more fun than the kill. I did not ring the bell. I opened the lock slowly and slithered in the house. I tip toes to Aarnav's room and saw that he was sleeping. I closed his door shut and then looked for Shormila. I checked the kitchen and it was empty. I walked towards the living room and she was not there too. I wondered was she in my room? I peeked into my room and the lights were off. She was on the bed on her side. She was reading something intently. The Penthouse!!! She found them. Well I had not concealed them really well. I was able to see all her curves now. Her naked back in that low cut blouse was so sexy its criminal. Her curvy lower back culminating in that juicy ass. Her saree had ridden up her legs and I could see her milky white calves and ankles with two golden anklets that only enhanced the beauteous view. Her pallu or the part of the saree that covers the bosom had fallen away. I could see her reflection in the cupboard mirror across the room. She was wearing a low cut blouse over the saree and I caught a glimpse of her cleavage that was so robust that I wanted to grab them and squeeze them like summer ripe mangoes and chew their tip and suck the juice out. My dry lips licked at this mental picture. She looked so sexy there in that saree half naked and reading a penthouse on my bed where sex had not happened in a while now. I pushed the door open suddenly. She almost jumped out of her clothes she turned to face me so quick. Her left had tried to hide the magazine behind her unsuccessfully. The centerfold page was open showing a man and a woman naked in doggy style position apparently engaged in torrid love making. The white blonde's breasts hung resplendently being mauled by the black dude behind her who was the photo would imply fucking her in her arsehole. In her haste she forgot to lift her pallu and cover her chest. So this was the scene. This hot young Bengali neighbor lady of mine was on my bed in a blouse and her cleavage exposed for me to salivate on with the centerfold of a Penthouse magazine open next to her showing an inter-racial couple fucking doggy style. My cock was ready and now it was able. We had an erection. She looked surprised then angry and then ashamed. "Oh Hi Shormila sorry to barge in on you like this. I did not think you would be in my bedroom. Sorry I thought you had left or were in the bathroom. I heard the water running there." "I though I would give Aarnav a bath if you were late. He played in the mid downstairs" She looked down and replied in a sheepish voice. Her hand was still trying to hide the magazine and her sins. "Well its not that I have a beautiful woman on my bed everyday besides my wife" I laughed "So it was a pleasant surprise don't worry." I had to make her feel comfortable. "Hey you found Sweetie's magazine." I said aloud. "Don't worry Shormila she reads this stuff all the time and so do her friends." I lied to make it sound normal in ladies of big cities. She had to know it was okay to read and maybe do all this. "Uh I was looking for ......uh some cotton." She stammered an explanation. I walked towards her slowly. She had still not covered her chest with the pallu and I took my time to stare down at her cleavage before she noticed my gaze. I slowly bent down my face close to hers. The tension was palpable. I picked up the magazine and made sure I took my time to look at the image in front of her turning the photo towards her. She was also looking at the picture too. I quickly closed the magazine. I also looked at her saree on the bed. She got my drift and covered herself up. The silence was getting awkward. "I always tell Sweetie, her name is Candice but I call her Sweetie, not to keep these lying around Aarnav might see them." I explained trying to calm her down. She seemed like ready to sink into the floor. I needed that shame factor but I needed her to be comfortable while I seduced her. The shame factor would remove inhibitions but her comfort level would increase her participation which I wanted. "Its okay I enjoyed reading it. I must go now though. He was a good boy." She rose to leave. "No no please stay. I hear you make very good tea" I said making up stuff. If there is anything an Indian woman will not refuse is the fact that she cooks well. "Lies, they are usually lying" She smiled at me. It was not seductive but to me at this point everything looked sexy in her. "Well let me be the judge of it. You took care of my baby, lay in my bed and now will make me tea" I laughed "you could pass off as my wife" She looked at me quizzically and then smiled realizing my joke. "Furthermore we did not even have sex that is just like my wife too" I added for effect. I wanted to see her reaction. It was a bold move and she could have bolted or worse still told my wife. There was a five second pause and she continued to look at me. "The condoms on the bathroom tell a different story Mr Sid" She smiled, this time it was that playful naughty smile. "God did you snoop the whole house?" I smiled at her back, "I may need to check you out for stolen goods" I playfully raised my hands as if to check her body manually. "What makes you think I will allow you to do that. What will I get out of it" She smiled even more cryptically. I liked though where this was going, "Besides I think you already saw much of my body already Mr Peeper" Oh god! She was a tease. This would be fun. "Well I like to see everything before I commit Shormila. I am a businessman after all." I upped the gambit a little. "Hmmmm well what would you like to see?" She asked almost placing me at a disadvantage. "Your ....." I stopped and looked down at her chest. She held her breath almost expecting me to say what she felt I would say. "Your ability to dance" I blurted. Dance? Hmmm well my erotic mind works in mysterious ways. It had some titillation factor. "Dance?" She was surprised. Did I sense some disappointment? "Well Bengali women are supposed to dance well. I want to see you dance. You perform for me and I will let you off scot free with anything you want" I smiled. She looked at me and smiled. She was not expecting this. She seemed to like where this was going also. I closed the door. I kept the magazine in my hand and sat on the bed. I went to my music system and searched for a radio station that plays some dance music. "You really want to see me dance?" She was almost incredulous. "Well if you say no then we can call it a day." I looked at her questioningly. "No.....I mean well ...... okay we have nothing better to do I guess until Aarnav wakes us" She said. I put on the music. I went and lay down on the bed. I looked at her. She stood there like a lamb to the slaughter and looked back at me. I so wanted to fuck her then but it would have to wait. She started moving her luscious female form for me. In tandem with the music her upper body swayed like ripe watermelons in front of my eye. She had closed her eyes now. She was enjoying my attention. I was raping her body mentally. She knew that. She came close to the edge of the bed near me. She was now gyrating to the music. I picked up the magazine and started flipping through the photos of the sexy amrican naked women. All the time I did that I was looking at her. She saw me looking at the pornography while looking at her dance for me. She saw the lust in my eyes. She knew I was undressing her to the level of the women in the magazine. She did not stop. I stopped at a photo of a woman sitting naked with her legs spread apart and fingering her pussy. I put it down on the bed. She was now staring at it. "Do you do that Shormila?" I asked. She did not answer. She looked at me and smiled dancing more provocatively. "Do you pleasure yourself when he is out of town?" I asked her again. These were rhetorical anyways. They were meant to arouse me. "Do you?" She asked after a while. "When she is away" "Can it do it now while you are dancing? I want to so badly." I whispered. She was blushing now. "You find me sexy? Like the women in the magazine" She again stared at the woman masturbating on the bed. "Remove your saree Shormila. I want to see you dance in the bare minimum" I pleaded with her She shook her head still dancing. "Please Shormila at least remove the top part of your saree!" I pleaded again She shifted subtly and let the pallu of her saree drop to the floor. Her majestic breasts trapped in that fabric heaved in front of my eyes. She did better. She bent forward while dancing and jiggled her cleavage at me. "Do you like what you see Sid?" She cooed in my face. "You mean your tits Shormila? Well I don't see them very clearly." I leaned forward to get closer to the prized possessions. She moved closer to me. I encircled her waist and dragged her closer to me. She was surprised at my alacrity and pushed me away. I got up and walked after her cornering her against the bare wall. She tried to squirm out of my overpowering presence. She was trying to make a game out of it. She was playing hard to get. Two could play the game. I suddenly caught hold of the front of her top and pulled down hard and broke all the hooks that held the flimsy cloth and her sexy breasts in place. She appeared to be shaken and mouthed "No" and covered up her breasts. I pressed her hard against the wall. She was trembling with passion as my hand traced their way up her naked stomach, that deep belly button and her midriff. My other hand was not silent. It pulled out her remaining saree and threw it to the floor. I suddenly turned her around so that she was facing the wall. I grabbed her shoulders and threw her across the bed. She was kneeling on the floor and her body was on the bed with her beautifully rounded butt for my viewership. She was whimpering now. I did not care. Her brassiere was the final frontier between my hands and her breasts. I knelt behind her. She tried to climb up the bed and away. I held her down by pushing her shoulders down on the bed. I positioned myself snug to her butt. My erect dong was directly on her butt. I lifted her petticoat and formed a slit near where her arse hole would be. I was now slowly fucking her without actually doing it. I was pumping her from behind and she just collapsed on the bed breathing hard feeling my cock push on her ass. My hands went marauding on her naked back racing to break the chains that held her milk bags. "Wait Sid please go slow" She whispered between the furtive breathing. "No Shormila your ass has me on fire baby. What a lovely behind you have babes. Oh my god how does your husband not fuck your brains out always. How can he leave this un-tapped. Shormila I will show you how this body needs to be treated. I will grace your temple with my holy seed. This buttock hole of yours will receive my meat and pamper it." "No Sid please not my ass. Play with me a little more. Wet my womanhood a little more please Sid play with my breasts. Eat them, knead them hold them hostage to your sexual fantasies." She pleaded her voiced muffled by the fact that her face was buried in the pillow. I snapped open her white brassiere and threw it clear across the room. I swiftly flipped her over almost too roughly. She winced as her naked body was laid bare again. I whooped almost too loudly when I saw her fleshy large boobs with the large dark areolae and the nipples. She had closed her eyes. I pulled up her skirt to her hips to make her more naked. She felt my eyes probe her every body part. I entered the space between her thighs and placed my erection covered by my pant right over her panty covered pussy. She could feel my cock strain against all that cloth that held it back. It almost had acquired a life of its own. It wanted to tear the restraints apart and enter its holy abode and spit its milky juice into Shormila. "Shormila can you feel me?" She nodded her eyes closed still. "Shormila I can feel you warm and wet down here. What are you hiding from me my babe." I egged her on. "Something you don't deserve. I am someone else's wife Sid. You don't have any right to it but it wants you anyway" She again whimpered helplessly. "What do you want Shormila? Tell me what do you want?" I continued unabashedly. Her play acting was driving me crazy. My hands now hovered over her breasts teasing her with absolute atrocities that would be soon committed with her assets. "Sid you can do what you want. I want you Sid. I want you, your musky smell, your touch, I want you to use me like a toy you have wanted for a long time." She had opened her eyes now and was looking at me directly. "Go ahead Sid, don't make me wait anymore. Shormila wants to be fucked take me now Sid take this Bengali wife of your neighbor now. Take her like you have taken a woman before. Make me a slut today like that lady in the magazine. Teach me things I have never know. Inundate me with your saliva. Engorge me with your wonderful cock that I feel pressing against my pussy. Do it Sid" She was now almost screaming. "Shormila tell me more. Tell me what you want to do to me?" I was now humping her pantied vagina hard. My cock was wet with my precum. I could see her white panty moisten with some of her juices too. She was almost ready. I wanted to love her breasts first. She had the most wonderful tits I had ever seen. They were perfect, round perky and large. The tips were now erect. I cupped each one in each hand and started to slowly caress them. I could not keep my cock in anymore. It was frankly painful now. Shormila sensed it. "Sid get that little guy out. He will tear out on his own. Show me your tool. Show me my impaler. Show me your dirty rascal of a cock. I want to see it now" She lifted her self up on her elbows to get a view of my cock. I did not leave a breast and continued to stimulate her nipple. My other hand unzipped my shorts and my dick just plopped out. She smiled. She kept smiling and looked at it directly. No shame. She did not find it abhorring. She almost looked at it like she looked at my son, with utmost affection. Venus In India Ch. 02 "Go ahead. Touch it Shormila. This is YOUR toy. Hold it, caress it with your lovely long fingers. It is yearning for a beautiful woman's touch. It wants you to love him." "He will make me happy today" She said and grabbed my cock with her fingers. Her finger tips covered in henna from her marriage travelled over my dick head and then caressed my engorged shaft. "Ooh Ma! Is this what will go in me?" "All the way in and out and then in again. Do you want it Shormila. Tell me how you want it my Bangla doll" "Ooh Ma! Just like I imagined it would be. You have to fuck me with this sweet think Sid. I want you to have sex with my vagina like you always have wanted all these days. Tease me, wet me up and then thrust it all the way in me Sid. Thrust your cock in me deep. I want to feel you inside me today. Quench my pussy with your cum." She was getting nastier now. That drove me over the limit again. I looked down at her fisting my cock. She was still staring at it as she moved my foreskin back to reveal and engorged head spurting pre-cum like saliva on to her hand. She massaged my shaft and then moved her fingers to caress my engorged balls. She cupped each of my testicle in succession and held them lovingly as if wondering how much of their juice she was going to be filled with soon. Her fingers traced their way back along the base of my cock and then she grabbed it like a rod. She pulled me towards her and pushed the tip of my cock between her legs. She clamped her thighs around me and pulled me in rhythmically as if she wanted me to fuck her. I was so horned up that I could not continue to be patient anymore. This vixen needed some rough love now. "You slut you need me. Shormila you dirty dirty Bengali slut housewife, you need some man in you don't you?" "Always, I have been a slave of a male organ. I want it to skewer my innards. Push deep to such depths that will fulfill my desire for a slutty night out. Sid can you make love to my womanhood? Can you please fuck me hard. Sid please I beg you' She again was sexily whimpering a tear formed in her eyes. She was literally begging for a fucking. "Sid do it soon, make Shormila your next conquest. She needs you inside her now Sid. Shormila needs to feel like a dirty whore." "Shormila I will fuck you. Slut but you will have to wait. First I want you to pleasure me like a slut should help her master" I looked at her. She opened her eyes. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her up and guided it towards my dick. So far my cock had enjoyed her soft fingers now I wanted her luscious Bengali lips and that pink tongue to service it. I wanted to fuck her sexy mouth hard before I impaled her wet pussy. From Lip to Lip I wanted her to be mine. She saw now what I wanted. She looked at me pleading saying "No" with her eyes. She resisted and kept my dick in her hands pleading me to fuck her instead. I was not going to take no for an answer. I removed my cock from her hand and made her sit up. She closed her eyes. I stood up and brought my cock level with her beautiful face. Her hands went limp by her side. He pretty breasts still hung there in mid air like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. In due time they would get their share of rough love. First my cock needed her mouth. I held the cock wet with pre-cum close to her lip. I brushed her lips with my engorged meat back and forth. As the pre-cum coated her lip she licked it feeling the saltiness of the liquid love juice on her mouth. The smell maybe repulsed her but I held her head steadfast by grabbing her dark long hair firmly. She winced and her mouth opened ever so slightly. I pushed my cock through her lips. Her mouth opened again. I pushed my dick farther in. I was pushing her head in towards my cock as I saw my shaft enter her soft wet mouth. I kept pushing in deeper and deeper. Oh gawd the feeling of having your cock inside a beautiful wet mouth is the best feeling in the world. She gagged at first. I pulled out my cock. She wa crying some tears. I did not care for her pleading look. "Do you want me to stop? You can leave then slut. No fucking for you if you don't suck" She opened her mouth obediently for my cock to fuck it. I inserted my large organ in her mouth pushing her tongue to the side. My dick grew more inside her face. I could see the outline of my dick head in her cheeks as I rhythmically started to impale her face. She like a good slut kept her mouth as wide open as possible. I kept thrusting inside her throat. I could see she was a good swallower. I was now touching her upper pharynx and she was not gagging any more. "Look at me slut Shormila. Look up at your master when I am fucking your face. Look at me with oyur pretty brown eyes while my dick goes in and out of your beautifully formed face. Do it bitch!" I commanded. Reluctantly she opened her eyes and looked at me. It is the most sensuous thing for a man to see a naked woman look up to him from below as she is allowing him to fuck her mouth. There is no better sexual epitome that that scene. My ass clenched as I kept fucking her in her cheeks and throat. My cum was now mixing with her saliva and delving deep into her throat and she was dutifully swallowing my juice. Five minutes of fucking her mouth and I was ready to take her now. "Shormila I want to take that vagina of yours. Are you ready for me down there?" I pulled my now enormously enlarged cock out of her throat and mouth. It came out with a loud "plop' sound. She licked her lips and took a second to take a deep breath. She had apparently never been in a blow job situation before at least not like what I had done to her. I had mauled her mouth with my dick like it was a dirty receptacle for my sexual fiendishness. She probably had never been on the receiving end of such debauchery as I had shown her by creaming her mouth. She did not say anything. She lay back slowly wiping her mouth. Her breasts again in resplendent view for me. She was sweating profusely now. Breathing hard. She spread her legs. Slowly she reached down and moved her panty aside to reveal her womanhood for me. She had given her consent. She wanted me to fuck her. I held my dong in my hand and coated it with the mix of her saliva and my cum. I positioned it in front of her pussy lips and then like an enraged animal I gave one hard thrust and entered her. She screamed out in pain. Well almost since I engulfed her mouth with mine just as I entered her. Aarnav was sleeping in the other room. She was rocking under me with agony. That is when I realized the horrific truth... .....she was a Virgin! Holy Cow! She was a Virgin still? I mean what the fuck.....she had been married for a year now. That is why she was so horny. 25 years and no sex even after marriage. What a retard her husband was. Or maybe he was gay? How could he let this piece of female ass go unsatisfied? Then it struck me. I was too rough with her for her first time. I whispered in her ear. "Shormila you okay? I am sorry I did not know. We can stop" In response she crossed her naked thighs behind my arse and pulled me in. I said what the hell. I was not serious about stopping anyways. I had not come this far to stop. I was just trying to be nice. "You slut, you have never had a man before. Fucking I will make you the whore you want to be. I will fuck you everyday, maybe twice a day. You will be my fuck toy from now on bitch. Your pussy will be so fucked that you will not desire any other man. Oh Shormila I will make a woman out of you yet" With this proclamation I thrust deep inside. She almost stopped breathing and her eyes were shut tight in pain. Tears rolled down her eyes on the bed. I increased my speed and force of fucking her poor little virgin womanness. I was now pounding her between her thighs. My hands were systematically squeezing the juice out of her breasts. I pinched and bit on her nipples while fucking her harder. My wet balls slapped on her ass in unison as my dick rammed her again and again and again. I took mouthfuls of her thick juicy breasts and sucked hard leaving dark spots all over. I took her lips in my mouth and sucked on them. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out and I sucked her tongue. I spat in her mouth and she swallowed my saliva. My pounding got harder and faster. Her breasts were getting tortured and blue due to my sucking and biting. She continued to moan and groan as well as wince in pleasure and pain as I used her like a toilet. I abused her tits and fucked her below hard. I was spitting on her face and in her mouth which she allowed like a obedient animal. Her hands were caressing my balls. She wanted me to cum inside her. I had other plans. I was close to my climax. I wanted her to drink my sperm. I wanted her to swallow my dick and milk my orgasms. She was my slut and I was going to make her one. When I felt I was close I pulled out. She opened her eyes and questioned me. I did not care at this point. There was a loud "pop" as my engorged dick exited her swollen wet vagina. I held her breasts and pulled her up. Instantly she knew what I was going to do. I kept her hand on my dick and told her what to do. "Shormila my slave wank my cock. Wank it till I come and then what are you going to do?" She was silently holding my cock and giving me a hand job. "Slut what are you going to do?" "I need you in my mouth Sid. I want to swallow your seed. I want you to cum in my mouth so that I can taste you deep inside my throat. Sid cum inside my mouth" She said looking up at me. "Say it again slut. Say it like you mean it you sexy little thing. Say it that will make me do to your mouth what I just did to your pussy" "Ahhh Ooh ma Sid put it in my mouth. Put it in my lips, spread my mouth apart with that beautiful organ of yours. Pump it in my throat. Fuck my pretty little mouth with that long hard wet cock of yours. Its all yours Sid....Aaahhh Sid Shormila wants to be treated like a toilet in the mouth. Let loose your sperm in my throat. I will swallow and milk every last drop. Its my nectar....my salvation" I could not hold any longer. I pressed her cheeks hard and she opened wide. I moved my cock in her mouth just as the first load discharged inside her cheeks. She gagged at first. I did not care. She tried to push back. I clenched her hair tighter and push my cock instead deeper in her throat. My second load must have gone directly in her esophagus. I could see her throat moving hard to swallow my load. She opened her mouth wider, I thrust in deeper and my third jet hit her again in the throat. Her eyes were watering shut. As my balls tightened up and kept squirting the semen in her mouth she swallowed every bit of it. My cock was spent finally. It limped up in her mouth. She fell back spent on the bed. Naked breasts jiggled as she smiled and laughed. There was cum still oozing out of her mouth. She looked like a whore now. She had come in a demure housewife and I had introduced her to slutdom. I had denuded her, entered her mouth and pussy.....inundated her with my sperm and deposited it deep in her. Her eyese closed I lay by her. I gently kissed her lips. The play acting was over. I was grateful for this young Bengali girl for giving me the time of my life and taking care of my son. I caressed her nipples and cupped her beautiful breasts as she lay there spent and exhausted. "Shormila I hope that was not too rough. I am sorry I may have gotten carried away a little" I whispered in her ears while fingering her wet pussy lips. She spread her legs farther apart to facilitate me. She smiled at me finally. Her breasts heaved up and down under my caressing. She came closer to me and hugged me tight. She kissed me on the lips. She gently held my limp cock in her hands and touched it lovingly. "Ooh little Sid don't listen to your master. Shormila enjoyed your every thrust in her. I would take you in my mouth any day. Little Sid was the best thing Shormila has had in years." She said looking at my Penis. She caressed my loose balls and looked at me, "Shormila is in your debt babu moshai.....you showed me pleasure. I will do your bidding for as long as I stay here. You are my Devdas and I am your Paro" I laughed at the analogy.....these bongs (slang for Bengali)! I lay back and wondered if my holidays had reached their pinnacle or was there more to come. I did not care. At this moment neither did the naked woman next to me. Until the next conquest came along.........