Long sex story 8211 I Was A Reluctant Shemale
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Sex Is Best When She Is Your Ex – Part 1 free porn video
Hello all. Maxx here from Pune. 34 years old, 6′ tall regularly-ish workout at the ‘office gym’. Hence, not ripped and all, but got something close to a good physique. I work in a big IT company. Married to a very loving wife with a kid. This is a story about how I ‘accidentally’ got to fuck my ex just a few months before my marriage.
About my Ex: We started dating a few months after I started my first job in Kolkata, back in 2010. She was studying BCA in a well-known college in Bhubaneswar. We came in contact through a common friend. We started out with first texting each other. That too during the days of non-qwerty keypad phones and no Whatsapp.
After a few months, we started talking on the phone. And within just a few weeks were dirty talking and making each other wet before going to sleep. She had an awesome petite figure back then (5’6.5”, 32b-28-34). She had one of the most beautiful and tasty lips I had ever chewed upon.
She had the tastiest skin and most intoxicating juices I have ever tasted. I was her first and the first time was a night that I still cherish. It is the most memorable sex I have ever had to date. Our bedroom sessions were rough, noisy, sweaty, nasty.
We always had to wear full covering clothes days after each of those steamy sessions to hide the marks and bruises. After a couple of years, we had a mutual breakup. We had a few differences regarding our takes on life. I switched a few companies and places after that, concentrating completely on my career and work.
I had my share of girls and sex throughout these days too. She graduated and joined an IT company, and moved to Bangalore. We stayed in touch, on-and-off throughout these days. Yes, even after my marriage.
I had to go to Bangalore for a few months on deputation (IT professionals would have an idea). In spite of having a few relatives in Bangalore, I choose to stay alone, by myself for the time of my stay. That was my idea of relishing my last few days of independence, before marriage.
I was staying near the Electronic City area there is a decently furnished 1BHK apartment in a nice building. The whole of the floor was leased by the company. The company provided me with a daily ride to and from the office for the time of my stay. My weekdays were really tiring, to say the least.
I had to review, interview and choose the team for my account at one of the Bangalore offices. And I had just 2 months to get that done or a maximum of 5 months. I used to have my breakfast in the room, provided by domestic help. He was appointed by the company and would come once every day in the morning.
I had my lunch and dinner at the office canteen. Having stayed out of the house for 15 years then, my body had learned to adjust to outside food. No matter how good or bad it might be. At the end of every day, I used to be very exhausted. I was in luck, though.
I was able to get a team of 5 decent members (2 girls and 3 boys) ready for the Bangalore office within 3 weeks. On my 3rd Friday evening, I asked the cab driver to drop me at a bar, which was at a walkable distance from where I was staying.
I walked into the bar, ordered myself a Johnny Walker Black doubles, on the rocks. I was sipping my drink in solitude appreciating my progress so far in just 3 weeks. I was scrolling through emails on my phone when I felt that I saw a known face in the reflection on my phone screen cross behind me.
I immediately turned back, to check who that was. But, could not see anyone I know or knew. I felt as if the drink was getting me to see things. I ignored all that and kept sipping my drink. After finishing the first round, I ordered a refill and went for the washroom.
I had asked the bartender to keep my laptop bag in his custody till the time I was there. When I returned to my place at the bar, I saw a paper napkin with a note saying, “This one’s on me.” I was amazed but did not want to get into any trouble. (Never accept a favor from someone who does not give it to you in the face.)
I threw away the napkin with the note and asked the bartender to get me a fresh drink. I promised I will pay for three. Just when the paper hit the floor of the bin, I realized that the handwriting seemed familiar. I thought for a few minutes and rejected the thought when it occurred to me that it could be my ex’s handwriting.
Not willing to try my luck with the drink any more I gulped down my drink. I got a few beers to take with me, paid for all my drinks (even the second one), and headed out. Once outside, I lit a cigarette, took a long drag and started walking towards my place.
Just when I took, my first step, I heard a familiar voice from behind me.
She: I see you haven’t quit smoking.
Turning back I faced the source of the voice. Before looking at her face I said, “Why do you care?”
As I checked out the person, I was amazed to see my ex and then it all hit home. It was her face (reflection) I saw on my mobile screen. It was her handwriting on that note. I looked at her top to bottom. She had become a bit curvier than before, at the right places.
Her boobs had developed to a good number. She was wearing a pitch-black one-piece party dress. It gave a good view of her now well-developed cleavage and complimented her ass pretty well. It was a short dress, ending a good distance from her knees.
It gave me an instant boner looking at those delicious, shining thighs. I had the urge to just grab her. Give her a deep, wet kiss, chewing on her inner thighs and her pussy till she would beg me to tear it apart with my dick. That is what we did during our dating days.
She saw the look on my face and said, “That should answer your question.”
Me: Hey, Whoa! How are you and what are you doing here!
She: I live here, what are you doing here? I have been seeing you around this place for a few weeks now. Did you relocate to Bangalore from Pune?
Me: You know very well that I will never relocate here. (I never liked Bangalore in spite of being a Software Engineer. She knew that). I am here just for a few months to set up a team. I have been put up in a decent house in this area for my stay.
She: Did you leave the technical part of the job already?
Me: No, I am the Project Lead for my account. Here to look-over, the recruitment of resources and ODC set up at this location has proper functionality at all times.
She: Wow! Congrats!
Me: Thank you.
She: Now tell me how is it that in spite of long working hours, and hopefully minimum self-time, courtesy to your new position, you seem to be in far better shape than I had last seen you in person? Are you getting all buffed up to impress your wife to be?
Me: Thank you for the compliment. I don’t need to impress her anymore, as she already said yes. I am just trying to get into better shape than a BIG-O, that’s all. I make time to hit the office gym every weekday and keep my diet in control. But I must say, that, you too look amazing, and, sexier and hotter than before.
She gave a mysterious smile and thanked me for the compliments. She asked me to join her for a few drinks inside. I declined it saying that I do not go into the same bar in the same evening, once I have paid my tab. She gave me an amused look.
She looked at the beer cans in my hand and asked if I am going to finish those all alone.
Me: I took these for tomorrow. But would be more than happy to share with you tonight.
She: Sure, let’s drink together. (after a minutes’ pause) But my room-mate would be coming in soon. It might be a bit awkward to introduce my ex-boyfriend to her when my present boyfriend is her team-mate.
Me: My company has provided me a 1 BHK apartment. A good view of the Electronic City on the 5th floor of a decent building in this area. If it is not a problem, we can go there.
She looked at me with mixed expressions (naughty, flirty, confused, a little bit of fear and eagerness). I promised her to be a gentleman and winked giving a naughty-seductive look. She blushed and accepted my offer (I just thanked my stars for that). We started walking to my apartment.
We were talking about our lives, catching each other up about the days after our break-up. She had a boyfriend whom she started seeing (in every way) a year after we broke up. She was amazed to know that I never had any serious relationship throughout this time, and still managed to get laid.
Meanwhile, we reached my apartment building. I unlocked the main gate, as stealthily as I could, so as not to wake the guard up. We walked in, got into the lift and breathed a sigh of relief when the lift doors closed. Then, we looked at each other and had a good laugh about the whole situation.
We reached my floor. I went into my apartment and switched the lights on. She came in immediately as if trying to hide from someone. I informed her that the 5th floor has been leased by my company and no-one else has been assigned any rooms on this floor yet.
She: So nobody would know that we two are here tonight (after a long pause) together?
I made a mental note of her statement (or a question), but not reflecting the same on my face.
Me: Please have a seat.
I was pointing towards the big sofa in the living room. I asked her to watch some TV by the time I freshen up and change into something comfortable. I watched her walking to the sofa swaying that delicious ass and dangling those delicious legs in-front of my eyes.
I just stood there savoring the view. She turned around and looked at me seductively. She sat on the single-seater sofa bending a bit too much, giving me an awesome view of the valley of her juicy boobs. I was having a raging boner under my formal trousers. It was trying to tear everything apart to come out.
I gave her a smile and moved into the adjacent washroom to freshen up. I was amazed to find the most raging hard-on I had ever had. I took some deep breaths, side-tracking the thoughts of soothing my hard-on by myself. I washed up and changed into a sleeveless t-shirt, a boxer.
I put on a track pant over it hoping to be able to ‘veil and reveal’ enough to pique interest about a boner. She looked straight into my eyes when I came out and suggestively crossed her right leg over the left. Giving me a better view of her thigh and a bit of her ass cheek.
It seemed as if she was daring me with her looks to take her. I kept my eyes on her. Looking deep into her eyes, moved to the kitchen, took a bottle of water and took a few sips from it. I walked really close to her and offered her the bottle. She took it from me, put her lips to the bottleneck and started drinking the water.
But her expressions were as if she was kissing it, she also put her tongue into the bottle for a while. All this while I was watching her continuously. She too was looking right into my eyes all this while. When she was done having water, she raised the bottle from her lips.
As if unwilling to let go of the ‘kiss’ and in the process spilled some water into her beautiful valley. There were a few drops hanging to her lips as well. I immediately went closer to her, grabbed her by her waist tightly. I took my lips close to hers and started sipping the drops of water from her lips,
Making sure not to touch her lips, but, also not taking my eyes off her even for a split-second. Her fingers were running through my hairs with closed eyes. Her breath was getting more and more erratic. Once done with water drops on her lips, I gave a suggestive look at the water drops near the line of her dress.
I looked back into her eyes, then her lips. I went close to her gave a peck on her left cheek. I kept my lips there for few extra seconds and then let her go. When I looked into her eyes, her eyes were red with lust, and desire. I wanted to fulfill all the wild desires that she was having in her mind right then.
But I controlled my beastly desires and thought of making her beg for it. And beg for it she did. You can read all about it in the next part. Let me know what you think of my story. For feedback, you may drop an email at .
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