A Match Made In Hell_(1) free porn video

Bride: Disha (26)

Bride’s mother: Malaika (45)

Bride’s younger sister: Alia (25)

Bride’s younger sister: Jhanvi (21)

Groom’s mother: Mandira (46)

Groom’s younger sister: Shraddha (24)

Groom’s aunt (widow): Tisca (45)

Groom’s ex: Nora Fatehi (26)

Male characters: groom (27), groom’s dad (47), bride’s dad (46), bride’s brother (23)

ONE

“Fuck, you’re amazing at that...”, he grunted. It was true. She was doing an amazing job. Her blowjobs were always amazing, but tonight she had taken it to an all-new level. Maybe it was because her young boy was finally getting married.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why’d you stop, Ma?”, he looked at her in frustration. She looked up at him and wiped her lips clean. She looked to sexy in her pixie length black hair – it went really well with her generously applied kajal.

“You’re not cumming until I get my jollies too, okay?”, she said, standing up and turning around, “now unclasp my blouse. Fast.”

He did as she instructed, taking only a moment to admire her smooth, muscular bronze back and her narrow, sensuous neck. As soon as he was done, she started undoing her green sari, and he just stood there admiring her lithe, firm body. Her tits were beginning to sag a bit but they still looked amazing for a woman in her mid-40s. Her abs were flat and toned. Her legs were long and well-muscled after all those hours of running. Her pussy shaved and wet for him – for only him.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen this before”, she said with a smile, breaking him from his reverie.

“Yeah, I don’t know. Somehow, you just look way hotter. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we’re in this awesome bridal suite”, he said, pushing her down on the bed and kneeling between her legs.

“Maybe – ah!”, she moaned as Rohit started eating her out. He had located her G-spot a long time ago, when he was still in college. He knew exactly what his mom wanted. He kept eating her out and his hands massaged her firm ass and thigh muscles. She began twisting and bucking in pleasure, biting her lower lip and grasping at the bedsheets. She let out a loud moan and her son stopped. Now it was her turn to look frustrated and ask, “What the fuck? I was so close!”

Smiling at his expertise, he replied, “Well, you’d better keep it down if you want both of us to finish. Here, maybe this will help.”

He tossed her the moist red thong she was wearing. After grinning at him, she stuffed her panties into her mouth and lay down – allowing her son to continue eating her out. After about five minutes, her muffled moans and arched, sweaty back confirmed that she had had a mind-numbing orgasm. Once she was done, she spat out her thong and looked at her son with respect.

“I think this might’ve been your best one yet.”

“Well then, I guess I deserve a special prize.”

“Oh, definitely. Stand the fuck up and don’t forget to lube my ass.”

She got on her fours and wiggled her firm, brown butt at him. He was thrilled – they didn’t do anal often because it hurt her, even though he loved it. He spread her ass cheeks apart and spat on her tight hole a number of times. Using his finger, he massaged her hole and then started fingering it. She put the underwear back in her mouth as a precaution. Once he felt she was adequately lubed, he placed his cock at her anal entrance and started pushing. It was tight.

“Come on, you’ve got to push back if you want me inside you...”, he said as he pulled her arms back to shove his dick inside her. Eventually, her sphincter gave way and the tip of his penis was inside her asshole. After spitting again, he started slowly thrusting in and out of her, making her moan into her panties. She pushed her face into the pillows as he increased his pace. In a few minutes, he was steadily pumping her asshole with his big cock. He was really getting into it – he even spanked her tight ass a couple of times.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Rohit instinctively pulled his cock out and turned around. Mandira, his mom, also sat up and looked around with her panties still in her mouth.

There at the doorway, they saw the source of the shriek: it was the bride’s younger sister, Jhanvi. She bolted out of the room after a moment.

“Fuck!”, Mandira said, rapidly getting up to dress herself, “fuck!”

“Okay, relax”

“What the fuck do you mean, relax! She saw us. It’s fucking over. Put some clothes on and do something about it!”

Rohit got dressed as fast as he could and calmly left the room. Mandira didn’t understand why her son was so calm about this whole situation.

Rohit had a few ideas about where Jhanvi might have gone. He knew this much – that Jhanvi was too young to deal with such a shock on her own. If it was the other sister, Alia, she might have gone and told someone. But Jhanvi, at 21, wouldn’t be sure of what to do. She’d be scared that no one would believe her. They might even end up accusing her of being a bitch. So, what do young girls do when they’re confronted with a problem they can’t face?

Rohit stormed into the Ladies’ Room with confidence – knowing that he could feign confusion if he was caught. Once inside, he took out the “Maintenance” sign from the cupboard, put it outside, and closed the door. He then knocked on the one cubicle that was locked from inside.

“It’s occupied!”, came Jhanvi’s voice. He breathed a sigh of relief. Then he walked into the neighbouring cubicle, stood on the toilet seat and looked down at her.

“Hi, Jhanvi”

“What – what the fuck!”, she exclaimed. Her doe-like eyes were frowning and worried.

“Mind letting me in?”, he asked her calmly.

“This is the Ladies’ Room! You shouldn’t be here.” He couldn’t help noticing her heaving breasts, encased in her pink blouse.

“I think we have bigger things to talk about. Now let me in, or I’ll jump over this wall and might crash into you. Do you really want that?”

She helplessly unlocked her cubicle and he marched inside, locking it behind him. He turned around and paused for a second – they were standing really close to each other. He could see her nervous lips, her taut abs, her sweaty brow. Her perfume was intoxicating. Her skirt was tied really low – just a notch above her bald pussy, he imagined.

“You want to explain what was going on over there?”

“I think you know what was going on.”

“Yeah, you were fucking your mom! What the fuck is the matter with you? Are you -”

“No, I’m not insane. And neither is my mom. But you are. Or at least, everyone will think you are insane if you even dream of telling anyone. It’ll be your word against the words of two adults and against common sense itself. So I’m guessing you’re not too stupid to see why you can’t tell anyone?”

She looked at him for a minute, breathing heavily, breasts still heaving, before looking down and nodding gently. Rohit sighed.

“Good girl”, he said, placing a hand on her shoulder, “and don’t worry too much about it. It’s not a big deal. My mom and I are just very close, okay? And I still love your sister. That’s why I’m marrying her. You know that, right?”

She smiled lightly and nodded again. He pulled her in for a hug and she weakly hugged back. Her hair smelled so flowery, he thought. And her ripe, young body felt so firm against his. However, she had all the right curves. Her breasts, at least a C-cup were pressing against his chest. He lowered his hands down her smooth back (she was wearing a backless blouse) until it stopped at the small of her back.

“Alright, Rohit, let’s go”, she said, trying to break the hug. Rohit held her tighter.

“What’s the hurry?” he replied. He moved his hands down to her curvy, delectable ass and squeezed tight, asking her, “You do pilates, don’t you?”

“Let go of me!”, she said a bit loudly and he pushed her against the wall before clasping a hand over her mouth.

“Are you thick or something? If someone hears you, they’ll catch us. If they catch us, your sister won’t marry me. And whom will she blame forever? You. You don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to ruin your sister’s life. So just shut up, if you can’t enjoy this.”

She looked into his eyes with alarm but didn’t shout anything. He embraced her again and nuzzled his face into her slender neck, smelling her soft hair and pushing his erection against her abdomen. Once he was done tasting her, he pushed her down on the toilet seat, her face in front of his crotch. He pulled out his cock in a jiffy and slapped it against her soft cheek.

“You’re 21. I’m sure you know what to do with my cock. Now get on with it.”

She kept staring at him. He grabbed his dick and pushed it between her limp lips, pushing it inside while telling her, “You know what I realised while I was looking for you? I realised that if it’s true that no one would believe you if you told them the truth about what you saw, then there’s no reason for them to believe the truth about this either. In fact, if I take it a step further and tell them that you tried to seduce me, and my mom says that too, you’re a goner. It won’t matter what you say – your family, your sister especially, will all believe that you tried to steal her husband. You certainly don’t want to do that. The only question is – are you willing to find out if I’m right?”

He stopped thrusting into her mouth when he asked the question, because he was waiting for her response. And she responded just as he hoped she would – by giving him a blowjob.

She grabbed his dick with both her hands and started stroking him hard while enthusiastically giving him head. Her warm, wet mouth felt divine around his member. He grabbed her long curly hair and guided her while she fucked her face with his cock.

“Play with your tits....” he grunted while she blew him. She immediately took her big tits out of her blouse and began squeezing them while he fucked her face. Her tits looked perfect. He stared at them while she throated his dick. After a few minutes, he began jerking his hips wildly and then pushed his dick as far down her throat as it would go as he shot a massive load into her. Once he was done, he let his cock slip out of her mouth.

“You didn’t even gag... impressive.”

She smiled at him in spite of herself and began cleaning herself up. Rohit had a marriage to attend to – so he couldn’t be bothered to wait. He tucked his dick inside and marched out, making sure that he wasn’t seen by anyone.

Several hours and lots of tears later, Rohit found himself alone in a dimly lit room with his new smoking hot wife, Disha. She was sitting in front of the mirror, taking off her jewellery and complaining about how tiring the whole day was.

“I mean, it’s our wedding – isn’t it unfair that we don’t get to enjoy it ourselves?”, she asked rhetorically, taking off her large ear rings.

Her smooth back looked so alluring in the dim orange light. Her blouse didn’t have a back, thankfully. And although he had slept with her many times before, sometimes he would still catch himself just admiring her body. His thoughts raced to her younger sister Jhanvi again. That was one hell of a blowjob. And she definitely had a body to die for as well. He’d have to seduce her soon. He needed to feel her pussy around his cock, her breasts against his chest, her breath on his neck. He needed it.

“What are you thinking about?”

Disha was standing in front of him, wearing her blouse and skirt. Her long, brown hair cascaded down one shoulder till her hips. Her head askew, face curious but also naughty. Unfortunately, her younger sister had sucked him dry that evening.

“Well, I know what you’re thinking about”, he replied, “but babe, I’m just too fucking tired tonight.”

He immediately regretted it. Her face fell like an extinguished candle. She didn’t fight with him. She just stormed into the bathroom to get changed. He switched off the bedside lamp and went to sleep.

Disha, on the other hand, was furious. She changed into her silk nightie and sat on the toilet, wondering for the millionth time if she had made a mistake. She had cold feet before the marriage as well, but people told her it was natural. She was hyperventilating though. Was she asking for too much, she wondered? Is it too much if a wife asks her newly-wed husband to make love to her the night of their marriage? Is he an asshole or is she a bitch?

She was hyperventilating. She decided that she was going to get some fucking pleasure out of her wedding day, even if it meant she had to do it without Rohit. She looked around the bathroom and found her dildo where she had hidden it. A black coloured monster which was as big as her forearm – and as thick as well. She looked at herself in the mirror, the plastic cock near her face.

“You’re a slut”, she said and giggled. She enjoyed being naughty. She took off her nightie and turned on the shower. Stepping in, she knelt on the floor and closed her eyes. She placed the head of her dildo on her wet, quivering lips. She imagined it belonged a large, black man. She wasn’t in the bathroom of her new home – no, she was in the shower with a powerful, black man. He was her boss. And right now he wanted her to suck his massive hard-on.

She grabbed his dick with one hand and started sucking on it hard. With her other hand, she played with her bouncy tits and erect nipples. She tried to take as much of the cock in her mouth as she could – but it was still barely halfway down his length. She didn’t want to disappoint her boss, he would punish her. So she pushed her face down on it until she had tears in her eyes and couldn’t breathe. He held her in that position until she couldn’t take it no more and then pulled out. She gagged and coughed all over the floor.

He made her look up and slapped her face with his giant cock, making her smile even though it hurt. Then he pushed her on the floor, and got on top of her – his muscular black body pressing her small form down. His lubricated cock was at her pussy lips and he rammed it in her – making her buck and arch her back. He kept fucking her pussy with a violent pace and she felt like she was being torn apart. Rohit’s dick could never stretch her out like this. But this guy could. He kept on fucking her until she came copiously around his dick, biting into her palm to stop from screaming. Then she took his cock and rubbed her juices all over her slut face, eventually licking it clean.

After letting the shower wash away her juices, she got up, kept away the dildo safely, put on the nightie and went to bed next to her snoring husband.

TWO

Disha was lazily watching TV from the bed while Rohit continued packing his bags in a frenzy.

“I don’t understand”, he said, “how could you be done with your packing already? You got back from office only an hour before I did.”

“I don’t understand how you’re not done”, she replied lackadaisically, “our honeymoon begins tomorrow. It’s not like this is a huge surprise or anything. Also, Mahabalipuram is just a beach town. Just pack a few swimsuits and shirts. It’s really not that difficult.”

Rohit just continued packing. It was going to be a long day tomorrow.

The next day, the whole family was there to see them off at the airport. Rohit’s parents and younger brother. Disha’s parents and two younger sisters. Rohit decided to hug the youngest, Jhanvi, goodbye first.

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring some goodies back for you”, he said with a smile as he embraced her and cupped her curvy ass with one hand. She gasped but hugged him back, pressing her breasts against him – she was really warming up to him, he realized. Then he moved on to the middle sister, Alia. She was one he really wanted to bang. Clean, white skin. Adorable face. She had the whole innocent girl vibe going, but that didn’t hide her absolutely spank-able ass and perky tits he could suck on. She was wearing a tank top, a loose jacket, and a pair of shorts which showed off her legs. She gave him her cute smile as he hugged her goodbye. As they broke away, though, he lingered his hands on her arms just a little bit. She noticed it and looked at him for a brief moment before he moved on.

“You know, I’m really happy we’re doing this”, Disha told him as they made their way to the plane, “I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel like the couple of months after our wedding have been sort of... off. Like there’s something missing.”

Rohit looked into her gorgeous blue eyes. Of course something was missing. He was cheating on her with his own mother. Of course, he’d been doing that even before they got married and there was no problem then. But now that they were living in the same home, it was very different. Earlier, his mom was stop by his room at night and they’d bang freely. Now that Disha was sharing his bed, they’d have to sneak around in the bathroom or kitchen or somewhere else. Neither of them liked it and Mandira, his mom, clearly wasn’t getting along with Disha. He felt it too and the whole environment was kind of tense.

“It’s not just you”, he replied and touched her soft cheek, “I think the wedding was just such a stressful affair and nobody really got a break after it. This will be a good chance for everyone to relax a bit – both of us and the people back home. It’ll be alright.”

Disha beamed at him and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

When they finally reached the resort, they immediately made their way to the beach. He changed into his white shirt and blue shorts. She was wearing an incredible red bikini. He was rock hard just looking at her adjust her bottom in the mirror.

“Would you mind terribly if we’re, like, half an hour late to the beach?”, he asked her as he hugged her from behind, kissed her neck and pushed his erection against her butt. She giggled.

“Yes, I would. We can bang all night long, baby, but I really want to get some sun today. Let’s go.”

Horny but helpless, he followed her down to the beach where they found a nice patch of sand to set up their umbrella and mats. She applied some sunscreen and lay there in the sun, while he pulled out his laptop to get some work done. He didn’t get her. She’d been complaining that they weren’t having enough sex for the past couple of months and now that he wanted to do her, she refused. Maybe he should’ve pushed harder and she would’ve given in.

“Um, Rohit?”, came a strangely familiar voice.

He looked up from his laptop and couldn’t believe his eyes – it was Nora, the girl he dated right before he met Disha. This was very, very, troubling.

“Oh my God, Nora, this is such a pleasant surprise! Disha, meet Nora, she’s the ex I told you about. Nora, this is Disha, my wife.”

“Oh, right”, Disha said with a smile, oblivious to what Nora’s presence could mean, “it’s so nice to finally meet you. Rohit’s told me so much about you, I’ve always been curious.”

“Is that so?” Nora replied with a friendly smile and handshake. She was looking even hotter than she did five years ago. She was wearing a bottle green bikini which barely contained her massive tits and curvy ass. It looked ultra sultry against her tan skin and luscious, black hair.

“I hope you haven’t told her everything”, she said, turning to Rohit suddenly. He looked confused but just laughed and shrugged. He hated these games she played. She always enjoyed taking risks in social situations, unaware of the harm that she could cause.

“Oh relax, I’m just messing with you”, she said playfully, “I’m actually here with my husband too. I would’ve loved to introduce him to you guys, but he’s sort of on a business call right now.”

“Well, why don’t the two of you join us for dinner?”, Disha asked her. Rohit stared at his wife. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Sure”, Nora replied, and gave Disha her number before sauntering away. As he looked at her curvy butt walking away, he was filled with a sense of impending doom. He had no idea what Nora was going to do at dinner.

As the evening drew nearer, and the two of them were getting ready in their room, Disha asked him why he was so nervous around Nora.

“I wasn’t nervous”, he replied while fixing his hair, “I will admit I was a little thrown off. Which is only fair – she’s my ex, and I told you we didn’t end on good terms. And I wasn’t exactly expecting to see her here today, and now this dinner...”

“Relax”, Disha said, placing her hand on his chest and fixing his tie. She looked like an angel. Her cute white floral sundress was perfect for someone like her.

“You’re nervous”, she continued, “and I know how to calm you down.”

She pushed him down on the bed so he was sitting off the edge. She knelt between his legs and pulled out his hardening cock. She looked up at him, as she knew he liked, and started jerking him off. She spat on his tip for some lubrication. She kissed the tip a bunch of times before sucking on it for a little bit. The she gave him one long lick from bottom to top without breaking eye contact. He grabbed her by her hair and pushed his dick inside her smiling mouth. She massaged his balls with one hand and kept sucking him hard until he came all in her mouth. She gulped it all down before licking his cock clean.

“Ready to go?”, she asked while wiping her mouth.

“So ready”, he replied with a grin. Of course, he knew he really wasn’t. There was no telling what was going to happen at dinner.

Initially, nothing did happen at dinner. It started off pretty normal. They made small talk, praised the food and the wine and the sights. Rohit thought, for a second, that perhaps Nora had finally grown up.

“I think I’m going to go to the ladies’ room for a minute. I’ll just be back”, Disha said.

“Oh, I’ll come with”, Nora replied.

“You know, I’ll never understand this. Why do women have to go to the bathroom in groups?”, Rohit asked.

“So that we can gossip about you”, Nora replied with a pat on his shoulder before they walked away. He shook his head with a smile in response.

“So, Karan, I can’t believe I haven’t asked this yet. But how did you and Nora meet? What’s your story?”

Karan was suddenly nervous. It was odd to see a bulky, muscular man like him look tentative and hesitant. Rohit was a little concerned.

“Is everything okay?”

“Look, you have to come to our room in the middle of the night and fuck my wife. It’s room 238. You have to do this, okay?”

Rohit was speechless. Of course, Nora hadn’t grown up. She was still the same. And she was fucking with Karan just like she fucked with him all those years ago. It was all coming back to him. The way she pegged his ass. Forced him to fuck in public spaces. Forced him to eat his own cum.

“I’m sorry... I can’t”, Rohit replied. He was a horny guy, but he could easily get his wick wet anywhere else. His superhot wife, for instance. He did not want to go back to Nora. She was twisted.

“Oh bullshit”, Karan replied, “Nora has told me the freaky stuff you’ve done with her. Also, you’re not the submissive this time. I am. Please, you have to come.”

“Karan, listen, if you just stand up to her...”

“You have to come. Please.”

Before Rohit could further try to persuade him to break it off with Nora, the girls returned.

“So, what did you guys talk about?”, Disha asked as she sat down beside Rohit. Karan said something vaguely funny, but Rohit was looking intently at Nora. She was looking back at him with a light smirk. By the time dinner ended, Rohit had still no idea as to what he was going to do. He could go and fuck Nora but then he didn’t want to become involved in that mess. He enjoyed fucking around on his own terms. Plus, he had a smoking hot wife waiting to get pounded. He could say no, but then...

“It was great meeting you guys for dinner, we should meet up again some time. Rohit and I are here for a week”, Disha said when the four of them reached the hotel lobby. Coincidentally they were all at the same hotel, just on different floors.

“Oh, definitely”, Nora replied. They hugged each other goodnight and made their way to their rooms.

As soon as Rohit and Disha entered their room, he pushed her against the wall and began kissing her. He moved his hand up her dress and began fondling her ass. She, on the other hand, broke the kiss.

“What happened?”, Rohit asked, confused.

“I don’t know, babe. I’m just super tired. I don’t know why, I just need to get some sleep.”

She did look exhausted. He told her it was okay. After all, they were there for a week. Of course, this left the whole “fucking Nora” question unanswered. Rohit lay down in bed next to his sleeping wife and began watching a movie on his laptop. He figured he’d distract himself, so he wouldn’t have to make a decision.

At midnight, though, he couldn’t distract himself any longer. He got a text message. It was from Nora.



Hey. Come down to room 238. Don’t worry about your wife. I put a sleeping pill in her drink. She won’t even notice you’re gone. I’m waiting for you. Don’t disappoint me.

He read it again. Don’t disappoint me. Nora always knew how to push his buttons. He wasn’t even that surprised that she had drugged his wife. She had no limits. He knew. Almost on autopilot, now, he dressed and made his way to her room. She answered after a single knock.

“I knew my baby wouldn’t disappoint me”, she said with a light smile. She looked unbelievably hot. She was wearing a black lace teddy with black stockings. Her black hair was beautiful as ever and her nude lip gloss made him yearn to kiss her. She hugged him close and kissed his cheek before pulling him inside.

“Nora, I’m not sure about this. What we had, it was a long time ago and I broke up with you for a reason...”

She placed her hand on his lips to shut him up. She pulled him along to her bedroom, saying, “You’re going to enjoy this.”

When he was greeted with the setting inside the bedroom, he wasn’t as shocked as a normal human would be. Her husband, Karan, was kneeling on the floor wearing a pair of panties with the words “SISSY BITCH” written across his muscular, hairless chest. He smiled at Rohit.

“Fuck”, Rohit replied.

“Awesome, isn’t it?”, Nora asked him. She made him sit down on the bed so that he was facing her husband. Then she turned on some music and sat on Rohit’s lap.

“This should bring back some memories”, she whispered to him while she slowly grinded her pussy against his crotch. She was right. Rohit remembered how she had made him jerk off in the corner while giving the captain of the college football team a lap dance in front of him. She eventually fucked that guy that night, letting him cum in her pussy as Rohit came into her panties in his hand.

“Yeah, but something tells me I’m going to enjoy it much more this time around”, he told her nervously. She smiled.

She got off his lap, turned around and bent down to thrust her curvy booty at him while facing her husband. She began twerking her ass on Rohit’s lap.

“I bet you want some of this, don’t you?”, she asked Karan.

“Yes, Mistress, I want it so bad.”

“Haha, you’re so pathetic”, she replied. She stood up, moved her hands through her gorgeous hair while swaying her ass from side to side. Then she turned around, and began grinding her pussy against Rohit’s right thigh. He could feel the warmth and moisture of her pussy through the clothing between them.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so good”, Rohit told her. It was. His dick was hurting.

She smiled. She inched closer to him and licked his cheek before putting her lips to his ear and whispering, “I need you to dominate me.” He understood. He remembered the night with the football captain – he had roughed her up pretty good. It was her way of showing her sub that she only fucked real strong men.

He wasn’t sure he was ready to dominate Nora, though. With any other girl, he loved being rough. With her, it was different. She just always had been the dominant one. And her domination had always been so complete.

Nora stood up on his lap and finally sat on his shoulders so Rohit’s mouth was at her pussy. He grabbed her soft butt cheeks and began licking her through her panties as she moaned with her hands on his hair.

She got down and slid to the floor between his knees. She rubbed her hands over his thighs and unzipped him slowly. She reached inside for his cock. Finally grabbing it, she turned around and told Karan, “Oh, honey, you have no idea how big and hard his cock is. I’ve missed it for so long too.”

She turned back to Rohit and began slowly jerking him off.

“Spit on it”, Rohit said with some authority. Nora smirked at him like a teacher smiles at a student who’s finally grown up. Then she spat on the shaft of his cock.

She gave it a couple of long licks from bottom to top before finally popping the tip in her mouth. Rohit grabbed a fistful of her soft hair with his hand and began pushing her head down on his cock. He pushed her till she was all the way down and made her stick out her tongue so she could lick his balls, which she did. Then he stood up with his cock still down her throat. He released her as soon as she began choking on it. After catching her breath, she turned around and told Karan, “See, that’s what a real man does with his cock. Come, get a closer look you little bitch. You might learn something.”

Karan crawled over beside Nora and she began bobbing her head on Rohit’s cock again while massaging his balls. She made herself gag on it before pulling it out.

“Open your mouth, slut”, she told Karan. He obeyed and she spat right into it and watched him swallow. She did this a whole bunch of times. Gagging, spitting. Gagging, spitting.

“Slap yourself with my cock”, Rohit told Nora, actually getting to enjoy this new dominant role. She obeyed him happily and began thwacking herself in the face with his erect cock.

“Look at this. Look at this majestic cock. You’ll never be able to do to me what Rohit does.”

“Get on your fours on the bed”, Rohit commanded Nora, before Karan could whimper his reply, “Now.”

As soon as she stood up, Rohit pushed her onto the bed, eliciting a sexy giggle from her. He yanked her panties down and threw them at Karan. Then he grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them, and shoved his cock inside her wet pussy. She moaned loudly as he grabbed her hair for balance and began pounding her cunt from behind.

He picked her up in the air from her hips and slammed her into the wall – and then continued fucking her.

“You like that, don’t you?”, he whispered into her ear.

“Rohit, I never knew you had this side to you. I think I fucking love you”, she muttered back while getting reamed out.

He didn’t know how to respond to that so he just pulled out, flipped her around, and began fucking her again while choking her.

“Hey bitch”, she said to Karan, without looking at him, “suck on my feet while a real man fucks me.”

She lifted her foot and he began greedily sucking on her toes while Rohit choked and fucked her. Eventually, she came on his cock – squirting hard while he kept fucking her. After a few more minutes of choking her and fucking her sopping wet pussy, he pulled out and asked her to drop to her knees, which she did.

“Slap yourself”, he muttered as he jerked himself off to her face. She was surprised for a moment at his aggression but obeyed nonetheless – enthusiastically slapping her pretty face as he jerked himself off furiously. Eventually, he shot a massive load all over her face and tits. When he was done, he wiped his cock on her cheek.

“You’ve got some new tricks up your sleeve, babe”, Nora told him as he put his clothes back on again. He smiled and left for his own room, where he fortunately found his wife sound asleep. The honeymoon was going to be lots of fun.



THREE

Over the next few days, Rohit and Nora banged at every chance they got. Rohit would spend most of the day with his wife Disha getting massages, shopping at the local stores, or even sometimes having sex. Every night, though, he’d say he had to go to the business centre because he had to catch up with his work at the office. Of course, he’d be going straight to Nora’s room where they’d fuck for hours before drifting off in each other’s arms. Usually, Nora would send her husband Karan out for a walk. Sometimes she made him watch. But what surprised Rohit the most was that it seemed like Nora really had changed. She wasn’t trying to ruin his life by pushing him into increasingly risky situations. When they were initially dating, she once made him masturbate in the park in broad daylight. And that wasn’t even the worst of it. It looked like she had finally turned it down for a bit. They were on the same wavelength

On the fourth day of the honeymoon, Rohit woke up to find Nora lying down beside him and staring at him with a smile. She was completely naked and lying sideways on her elbow, making her perky breasts sag a little sideways.

“What, you’ve been looking at me sleep? That’s kind of creepy.”

“Well, we both already know that I’m a creep”, Nora replied with a smirk, “what I didn’t know till this morning was that you’ve become quite a slut.”

He looked confused. After all, last night he had fucked her anally before cumming all over her face.

“What are you talking about?”

“This”, she replied, and thrust his phone screen in his face. It was a message from Jhanvi.

You have no idea how many times I’ve cum thinking about your cock. Come back soon.



There was a picture attached. It was a selfie. She was holding an unpeeled banana in her mouth and sucking on it with blood red lips.

“So, who is this little girl?” Nora asked excitedly.

“She’s actually my wife’s sister. I found her for a moment alone during the wedding and fucked her face”, he said nonchalantly, leaving out the part that Jhanvi had found him fucking his mom. There was no telling what Nora could do with that information.

“I am seriously impressed, Rohit. You’re definitely my favourite ex-submissive. In fact, I’m so impressed, I think I’m going to give you a little reward...”, she said as she reached between his legs and started stroking his morning glory.

“Actually, Nora”, Rohit said while getting up and pulling her hand away, “I really need to go back to my room. Disha’s been really upset because I haven’t spent the night with her ever since we got here. So I’ve planned this whole couple’s massage thing with her right after breakfast. I’ll see you later, though.”

Nora sighed and kissed him goodbye before going back to bed. He put his clothes on and left her room, wondering what he should reply to Jhanvi. Just as he slid back into the covers and cuddled up to his wife, his phone buzzed again. Rohit immediately opened it. This time, it was a text from Nora.

I took a screenshot of the message Jhanvi sent you and your wife’s phone number. So unless you want Disha to find out that you’ve been screwing her baby sister, you’re going to do exactly as I say. Await further instructions, baby boy.

He read the message a couple of times over. Apparently, Nora was still a crazy bitch. He was struggling to think what he could do to stop this from happening. The problem was he had no dirt on Nora. There was absolutely nothing he knew about her that he could use against her. He was completely at her mercy. The only way to stop this would be to get hands on her phone and delete the screenshot. It wasn’t going to be easy, though. His phone buzzed again.

Let’s help your sister-in-law out. Wake up your beautiful wife and fuck her tits. And while she’s squeezing her perky mounds around your cock, click pictures and send it to her sister. And of course, send me a screenshot so I know you’re an obedient slut. You have 20 minutes.

He knew better than to fuck around with Nora’s demands. He would stop her; but not was not the time. He inched closer to Disha and spooned her naked body, pressing his hard cock between her butt cheeks and kissing her long, slender neck.

“Well, good morning...”, she replied with a smile, reaching her hand around to stroke Rohit’s hair.

“Good morning yourself”, he replied, sucking on the nape of her neck, making her moan.

She turned around to kiss him and he immediately got on top of her while making out. Then he placed his dick between her large, pillowy breasts and looked at her expectantly. She was smirking.

“You can be such a pervert sometimes...”, she replied. As much rough and wild sex Rohit had had outside of marriage, his sexual relationship with Disha was vanilla at best. He had married her because she was rich and gorgeous, and he honestly didn’t mind vanilla sex once in a while. He was just afraid that she’d be weirded out if he showed her what he was really into. He couldn’t. Every girl he had slept with after Nora had told him that he was too rough and left him. When it came to Disha, he couldn’t take that risk. He really liked her.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to try it out. It always looks like such fun”, he replied innocently. She smiled and pressed her breasts together around his dick and he moaned as be started thrusting in and out of her tits.

“Fuck...”, she moaned, biting her lower lip.

“Spit on it”, he told her and she looked up at him for a moment before spitting on his cock. As amazing as it felt, he knew he had a task at hand. He waited for her to close her eyes, took his phone and clicked a picture before tossing it aside quickly. Then he kept ploughing into her soft, warm tits until he came all over her tits and neck.

“What about me?”, Disha asked, pouting.

“Oh, I’m sorry, babe, I promise I’ll make it up to you, but I really need to sleep now.”

She gave him the coldest stare he had ever seen on her face before she got up and went to the shower, muttering under her breath, “Jerk.” He lay down again and picked up his phone. He sent it to Jhanvi, adding

Maybe this will help you cum harder while you think about my cock.

He forwarded the screenshot to Nora, and waited for a reply. In no time at all, Jhanvi had replied.

That is so fucking hot. I can’t wait for you to do that to me.

Attached to the message was another selfie – she was topless and squeezing her ripe tits with one hand. He forwarded it to Nora, and then went to join Disha in the shower. He did want to make it up to her. He walked up behind her and hugged her, whispering in her ear, “I’m sorry, babe.” He turned her around and went to his knees. She grinned at him and lifted a leg over his shoulder. He grabbed her soft, wet butt cheeks with his hands and began eating her out hungrily. She grabbed his hair with her fingers and moaned until she squirted all over his face. Eventually, they came out of the shower all dry and happy. He immediately jumped on the bed to check his phone while she fixed her hair in the mirror. Nora had replied.

She’s such a slut! Now let’s take things up a notch. That couple’s massage you were telling me about? Tell your wife that you’re feeling under the weather and that you can’t come. But make sure she leaves. Once she’s left, I’m going to come to your room. We’ll just have some fun.

Rohit’s heart started pounding faster. This was getting riskier. Although, if Nora was going to come he’d have a good chance of deleting the messages from her phone. That way he’d be safe again. So he took a deep breath and did what needed to be done.

“Babe?”, he asked his wife, who was trying on sundresses in the mirror.

“Yeah, hun?”

“The thing is, I was feeling bad about the time we weren’t being able to spend together. I mean. I’ve been so busy with work and all. And it is our honeymoon, after all. So I had planned a couple’s massage for us after breakfast.”

“That’s amazing!”, she said as she turned around. She looked so pretty in her pink sundress.

“Yeah, but, I’m not feeling too well. Like I’m exhausted and my head is aching as well.”

“Aw, baby, it’s probably because of all the late nights”, she said as she walked up to him and kissed his forehead, “it’s no problem. I can still go though, right?”

“Of course! It’ll give me some time to rest anyway. Wake me up when you’re back. We’ll do something together, okay?” She smiled and nodded at him before leaving for breakfast and the massage. He waited for a couple of minutes and texted Nora. She replied in an instant.

Put on a pair of your wife’s panties, open the door, and wait for me in bed.

Although he was beginning to get terrified, he followed her instructions as fast as he could. He wore a pair of his wife’s red thongs which went up his ass and covered nothing in front. After a couple of minutes of lying nervously in bed, he heard her footsteps.

“Those panties do suit you, slut.”

He looked up at her. She was standing at the bedroom door wearing a pair of short black hot pants and a white tank top which bared her smooth shoulder.

“Did you lock the door?”, Rohit asked nervously. She didn’t reply but went over to the dresser, where she picked up a shade of his wife’s lipstick and started applying it generously on her own lips. It was a dark, blood red. She also smeared a bit on her cheeks and spread it with a napkin to make her cheeks wonderfully rosy. Disha used to do the same thing, although how on Earth Nora knew that was unclear. Then she took one of Disha’s perfumes and sprayed it heavily on her neck and smooth arm pits. She started going through drawers and took out some of Disha’s clothes. A white padded bra. A pair of white cotton panties. A black belt. A black choker. She started stripping her clothes off and wore Disha’s instead.

“I’m going to show you what you’ve forgotten, bitch”, she said coldly as she crawled on to the bed and sat on Rohit’s crotch, “I’m going to show you that you will always be my submissive. No one leaves Mistress Nora. And every moment of time that we’re together in your bedroom, I’m going to remind you of your dear, beautiful wife who you’re cheating on. Is that clear, bitch boy?”

That’s why she had used Disha’s clothes and make-up, Rohit realized. She didn’t want him to forget the fact that he was a cheat. And it was surprisingly effective. Her scent, her clothes, her lips – they all reminded him of Disha. He couldn’t help it.

“Yes”, he stuttered. She slapped him across his face.

“Yes, Mistress”, he corrected, feeling the sting on his cheek.

“Hmm. Looks like you’ve forgotten some manners, cock boy. I might have to teach you again.”

She started slowly grinding her hips against his erection – her wet panty-covered crotch sliding against his. He couldn’t help but move his hips too.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”, she asked with a smile. He nodded in return. She stopped moving and slapped him again. And again.

“Well, you’re not supposed to enjoy anything. Little bitch boys who forget their manners do not get rewards. Is that clear?”, she asked viciously, staring into his eyes.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She composed herself again and got up on her knees before turning around. She backed her gorgeous, firm ass back to him and bent over. Her panty covered butt was millimetres from his face.

“Pull my panties aside”, she commanded. He obeyed and gasped as he found that she was wearing a butt plug all this while. It had a shiny end which was sticking out.

“Now grab on the butt plug with your teeth, bitch”, she said. He did so and muffled his response. She slowly pulled away and the surprisingly large dildo eventually popped out of her gaping ass hole. Once it was out, she pulled her panties back and turned around, sitting on his stomach and pinning his arms down with her legs. She took the dildo from his mouth.

“Now I’m going to fuck your little slave mouth with this cock. Once it’s nice and wet, we can fuck your tight ass with it. Open up.”

Rohit tentatively opened his mouth and Nora shoved the dick into it, stretching his jaws out. She started fucking his face with her pink dildo while he squirmed underneath her. She spat on her other hand and reached between her legs and started masturbating on top of him. He was hard as a rock. She started pushing the cock deeper and deeper. She seemed to enjoy the way it made him choke and gage. She pushed all ten inches of it down his throat and pinched his nose shut.

“That’s it”, she said with a smile as Rohit teared up, “choke on it. Choke on this cock like the slut you are. Taste the juices of my ass on it. This thing has been all the way up my dirty ass ever since you left this morning. And now it’s in your throat. You thought you could leave me and get away. No one fucking gets away from me. You’ll always be my bitch. Even when you have kids and a stable family, I’ll come to your home and choke you just like I’m doing now because you will always fucking be my bitch.”

She finally pulled the dildo out of his mouth, leaving him to cough and tear up while she continued rubbing her clit. Eventually, Rohit stopped coughing and started seeing clearly again. She got up from his chest, pulled her panties aside and started rubbing her clit furiously.

“Open your mouth, slut. Stick your tongue out for me.”

Rohit stuck his tongue out. There was something about her that made him obey her unflinchingly, unthinkingly almost. He became a robot – ready to execute any command she gave. He looked up at her with his tongue out, panting and waiting for her cum. She looked so pretty, he noticed, in his wife’s underwear. And that perfume. Those lips. Nora squirted copiously all over Rohit’s face, basically waterboarding him with her juices.

“Fuck!”, she exclaimed when she was done, rubbing her juices over Rohit’s face enthusiastically, “That was fucking awesome. I have fucking missed this. Come on, get up. Ass rape time.”

She got off Rohit and pulled him to his knees. She pushed him against the wall and held his wrists behind his back. He started feeling the dildo being pushed against his asshole.

“You know, dominating Karan isn’t nearly as fun as dominating you. You fucking get my juices running.”

She pushed the dildo past his tight sphincter, making him nearly scream in pain. She didn’t care. She started fucking his ass with her dildo and asking him if he loved it.

“Yes, Mistress Nora! I love it, I fucking love it! I’m so hard feeling your giant dildo fucking my ass, holy fuck!”

“Yes! Take it! Fucking take it! And don’t you dare fucking cum, I’ll kill you.”

After a few more minutes of sodomizing him, she got too flustered and hot herself. She pulled the dildo out of his bum and flipped him around. She slapped him to open his mouth and stuck the back end of the dildo in his mouth. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs, pulling her panties aside.

“Fuck my pussy. Now.”

Rohit knelt between her legs and placed the tip of the dildo at her pussy lips before she grabbed his ears and pushed him down into her pussy. She leaned back and continued fucking herself with the dildo in his mouth.

“Fuck, that’s amazing... you’re literally a dickhead at this point” she moaned. After a while, she locked her thighs around his face and came again, squirting on the dildo and his face.

She relaxed and pulled the dildo out of his mouth, smiling with satisfaction.

“You love being my bitch boy, don’t you?”, she asked.

“Yes, Mistress”, Rohit replied breathlessly.

“Well, since you’ve been such an obedient slave, I’m going to give you a reward. Come lie down on the bed.”

He did was he was told while Nora took Disha’s panties off. They were soaking wet by now – drenched in Nora’s cum.

“I’m going to sit on your face and smother you with my ass while jerking you off with your wife’s wet underwear.”

Rohit took a deep breath as Nora sat her curvy butt down on his face. Her smelly asshole was right on his mouth. He could feel the warmth and plushness of her ass cheeks smother him. He loved it. He started licking her dirty, bitter asshole. He felt her hand pull his dick out of the panties he was wearing. She wrapped the wet, white underwear around his shaft and began stroking him slowly. He was already close to orgasm and she liked taking her time. She started grinding her ass up and down his face while jerking him off. Occasionally, she’d stop jerking him whenever he was close to cumming. She loved edging him like this. He couldn’t wait to shoot his load. She lifted her heavy ass from his face to give him a breather before plopping it back down with force. Then she started jerking him off hard and fast. He couldn’t lick her anymore and began bucking his hips. Just as he was about to shoot – she took her hand away. She just gave him a failed orgasm. He moaned in frustration as large amounts of cum squirted out of his cock without the ecstasy of an orgasm. Once he was done oozing his cum out, she got off his face and sat down beside him, laughing for all she was worth. He looked down between his legs. There was his limp cock, two pairs of his wife’s panties, and a mass of cum. He was going crazy.

“Oh fuck, I love torturing you”, she said after she had collected herself, “I’m going to take a picture of this too, by the way. I just like to document my slaves.”

While she was clicking pictures of his body, he realised this was his chance. He pounced up and snatched the phone from her hand, pushing her on to the floor. She looked at him, hurt, confused, and angry. But he didn’t have time for that. He deleted all the potentially compromising pictures and screenshots from her phone. Then he threw it back to her.

“It’s over, Nora. You can’t control me anymore. When I met you here, I honestly thought that you had changed. But today I realised that you’re still the same fucked up bitch you always were. You’re fucking crazy. I don’t mind rough sex, you know? I actually enjoy it. Hell, when I was with Jhanvi I nearly broke her face with my cock. But you take it too far. You blackmail and manipulate and hurt and... it’s just too much. I don’t want this. That’s why I fucking broke up with you. Now take off my wife’s clothes and get the fuck out of here. I need to clean this place up before Disha comes back”

She looked at him, completely nonplussed. Rohit couldn’t help but notice her breasts rising and falling as she breathed, though. She slowly got up and started changing, without a word. He also took his wife’s underwear off, wiped off his cum, and threw it in the laundry bag.

“Rohit, why is the door open...”

Rohit and Nora both looked at the bedroom door as Disha entered. Her mild confusion immediately transformed into mortal shock.

“What the fuck!”, she yelled, “what the fuck is happening?”

“I just banged your husband’s brains out. Bye”, Nora said as she walked out. The minx actually had the audacity to give Disha’s ass a slap as she left with a grin.

“Babe, listen -”, Rohit began.

“Shut up”, Disha replied coldly, “and start packing. We’re going home.”

As the two of them packed in the tense silence, Rohit’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Nora.

You stupid fucking idiot. You stupid, fucking, idiot. I have copies of the screenshots on my computer. This isn’t the first time I’m blackmailing anyone. So all you’ve done is ruin your marriage and piss me off. Nothing else has changed, bitch boy. You’re still going to do exactly as I say unless you want me to ruin Jhanvi’s entire life. And don’t test me. You know I can and will do it.

FOUR

“So, how was your honeymoon?”, asked Mr Ajay Sharma at the dinner table. At 47, he was Rohit’s father and the patriarch of the Sharma family, of which Disha had just become the newest member. Looking at him, most wouldn’t quite believe that he was married to Mandira, Rohit’s smoking hot mother who had short black hair and mascara eyes, not to mention an athletic body. Nonetheless, he had the steady if uninteresting disposition of someone whose life is made entirely of his day-to-day work.

“Oh, it was okay”, Disha replied with a light smile before returning her eyes to the table.

“Okay? Just okay? You two were at the fanciest resort at one of the most beautiful places”, Mr Sharma replied, amazed.

“Oh, leave it, will you?”, Mandira chirped in, “They’re understandably tired. You can interrogate them later if you want. Let’s just relax and enjoy dinner.”

Rohit’s eyes met his mom’s and he silently thanked her. Unsurprisingly, ever since Disha had walked in on Rohit cheating on her with Nora, things weren’t so good. They were actually terrible. She had yelled at him until her voice was hoarse. Then she forced him out of the room, asking him to go sleep in Nora’s room if he liked her so much. Obviously Nora was also pissed at him, so he ended up sleeping in the lobby. Disha had said nothing to him throughout the whole flight. Only as they waited outside their new home did she take off her sunglasses and turn to him to say, “Don’t breathe a word about what happened to anybody. We’re going to act happy in front of them until we enter our bedroom. Inside our bedroom, you’re nothing to me.”

At the very least, it had become clear that Disha wasn’t going to divorce him. He wasn’t sure why, but he figured it was because she didn’t want the public shame and humiliation. Nonetheless, he was very depressed. He actually liked her – the one real relationship he had had since Nora. He had to make this work somehow.

“I’m sorry Disha, I guess my brother just doesn’t know how to keep a wife happy”, said Shraddha. She was Rohit’s 24-year-old younger sister. Fresh faced, slim, and gorgeous – she looked more like 19 or 20. Thankfully, Disha laughed at the joke. This was the first time Rohit had seen her smile since she walked in on him.

“Shraddha, come on, we’re having dinner. Behave”, reprimanded Mandira. She kept looking towards Rohit. She could sense something was wrong. As dinner came to a close, Mr Sharma and Shraddha both retired to their rooms. Disha headed towards the kitchen to do the dishes when Rohit stopped her.

“Hey, how about I do the dishes tonight? You seem tired and I caught some sleep on the flight.”

“Yeah, and I’ll help him. Make sure he doesn’t flake”, chimed in Mandira, supportive and smiling. Disha smiled and thanked both of them before heading up to her bedroom. Rohit and Mandira switched off the living room lights and went to the kitchen to start on the dishes.

“So are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”, Mandira asked after a while, not looking up from her dishes.

“Ma, I. I messed up”, Rohit said weakly. Mandira turned to him with concern and noticed that he was on the verge of tears. She caressed his shoulders and face, asking what was wrong.

“I-I cheated on Disha.”

Mandira looked at him quizzically. This was the boy who was having sex with her on the night of his wedding to Disha. There had to be more to the story.

“And?”, she asked uncertainly.

“And she caught me, what else.”

“Wait, who did she catch you with?”

“Does it matter?”

Mandira sighed. No, it didn’t matter. And something had to be done. Rohit clearly loved Disha and she would have to help repair their relationship. But for now, she just wanted to cheer her boy up. She pulled him close and hugged him tight, telling him it was going to be okay. She felt his strong hands move down her toned back and rest on her hips. They dropped further and he was squeezing her bum.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this”, he whispered into her ear. She giggled. He had this way about her – he made her feel like a girl again. She started kissing his neck and he returned the favour – kissing her just beneath her ear. It drove her mad with pleasure when he kissed her there. Soon, they were making out. She loved the feeling of his soft lips brush against hers, and the bristly texture of his stubble against her face. She loved the way their noses would touch when they made out. The way his hands reached inside the back of her top all the way to her bra. She started unbuckling his belt as he unclasped her bra. She pulled her top off. He yanked her bra down and started suckling on her breasts, which were astonishingly perky handfuls for a 46-year-old. He sucked on her nipple and she bit her lower lip. She loved it when he did that. It was so twisted. It was so fucking taboo. Her own son sucking her nipples to arouse her. If only she could lactate into his mouth. He unbuttoned her jeans and she pulled them down her curvy hips. He grabbed her by her ass, lifted her and placed her on the kitchen counter. Without a moment’s delay, he pushed his hard dick inside her wet pussy. She locked her legs around his waist and pulled him as deep as he could go. They made out while he made love to her on the kitchen counter.

“Fuck, this is just what I needed”, Mandira said as he thrust in and out. It was true. There was no comparable feeling to her in the world. The way her son’s dick stretched her pussy out. The way his hot, sweaty, muscular body felt against hers. His breath on her neck. His hands on her hips. She loved it. She loved him.

She started whimpering and pulling him closer as she came closer to orgasm. He was close too. She knew from the way he was grunting into her ear and it turned her on even more.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop...”, she whispered into his ear.

“No – condom”, he grunted with concern. She pressed her lips to his ear and said while pulling him close, “I don’t care. Just don’t stop.”

He thrust inside her one last time and came inside her womb. She orgasmed at the same time and bit into his shoulder with pleasure. She could feel his hot spunk filling inside her. She wanted it. She needed it. Rohit started thrusting slowly again.

“That’s it, baby”, she weakly spoke in his ear, “keep going. Breed me. Breed your own mother. Push that cum deep inside me.”

Once he was fully spent, he pulled out and collapsed on the kitchen floor, content. Mandira slipped off the counter and lay beside him, panting, sweaty, happy.

“I fucking love you”, he told her. She couldn’t help but smile. She kissed him on the cheek and got up, putting her clothes back on.

“Don’t forget to do the dishes”, she said as she went back to her bedroom to join her husband. Rohit found himself laughing for the first time since he had come back. After doing the dishes, he walked back to his room. It was open. He stepped inside and found Disha sound asleep on the bed. She had thrown a pillow and a blanket on the couch for him. As he tucked himself in for the night, he wondered how he was going to make things right with Disha. Furthermore, he wondered what he was going to do about the whole Nora situation. She had emailed him an insane request. Something that was far riskier and far more damaging than anything she had made him do yet. He would have to think about it.

As far as Jhanvi was concerned, he wasn’t sure what to do. She was incredibly hot and desperate for him. Most guys would kill to be in his situation. He couldn’t quite believe his eyes when he read the email Jhanvi sent him the day he had returned from his honeymoon.

Hey Big Daddy,

I just heard that you and Disha just got back from your honeymoon. I can’t wait for when you stop by our house and fuck my brains out. Or we could meet outside if you want? In a hotel, maybe. Or I could come to your place. We could fuck in your marital bed. I’m sorry, I’m too horny to think straight. I’ve had so many fantasies about you. This one time – I’m not even kidding – I squirted for the first time in my life while masturbating to you. I imagined you were my Big Daddy, punishing me for being a naughty girl. I’m sure you want to hear about it, so here it goes:

I come home late from school. I’m wearing a short skirt that just covers my butt and a white shirt. My hair is tied in a pony tail. I enter the room and you’re sitting on your couch, waiting for me. You’re mad at me. You ask me why I’m so late.

“I got lost along the way, Big Daddy”, I tell you. But you don’t buy it. You notice marks on my neck – hickeys that some boy gave me. You get even more mad and ask me to lie across your lap.

I do as you say. You pull my skirt over my ass. My panties are already wet. I can feel your erection pushing against my tummy. I can feel your strong hands on my body. You say you hav