The Making Of Family Slut – Part 5 free porn video

Hi Friends, thank you so much for all the support you showed for my stories. It motivated me to continue telling my story of how I became such an experienced slut, how I got the nickname Family slut and why I am so proud to say it.The week long trip with Khan soon turned into one of my favorite memories of all time. I mean, who would forget being with a famous celebrity.

But that trip was also responsible for me to realize that sex is not just about a guy putting his erect cock in my holes and fucking hard. It taught me that if there is a right willing partner, sex is about not being afraid to try out whatever we can imagine. Just because you think something is not nice or dirty or even nasty does not mean you will not enjoy it. You might get a kind of pleasure that you have never experienced, and who knows, even love it too. I learned this not from Khan, but from his assistant that I hated when I came to this town. Rahul. I ended up liking the time with him just as much as with Khan. Readers, please note that this part of the story has many dirty nasty things and if you do not like them, please skip this part and read the next parts

Khan was good enough to let me have whatever fun I could think of that week, buy whatever I felt like and I made sure that he felt great about letting me have my way. I used to buy something special to please him. Like when I went clothes shopping, I made sure to buy some sexy clothes or night gowns to wear that night. When I went jewelry shopping, I wore nothing but those at night as he fucked me.

And during this, I realized one thing about me. I liked getting fucked by a bare cock so much more than with the one wearing a condom. When the guy wears a condom and fucks me, It feel very cold, rubbery and slippery – almost like being fucked with rubber dildo or a sex toy. The first day Khan told me he did not want to wear a condom, but the other days I asked him not to wear the condom. Since then, bare cock fucking is something I reserved for men I knew, liked and trusted completely. Granted, there are quite a few men in that list now, but I still like them a lot.

The morning after our first fuck, Rahul came to house to find me and Khan having breakfast. I was wearing a sleeveless salwar without pyjama or dupatta and knew Khan was enjoying the view down my salwar. Rahul seemed very surprised to see me with Khan like that. Apparently, Khan was not in the habit of getting close with the girls he slept with. But, for some reason, he made an exception for me. I was cutting some watermelon when he came in. “Ah, Rahul”, Khan said, “Come join us in breakfast”. I was not a fan of Rahul and just gave him a short nod and went back to work. As I was bent over the table, my salwar opened up a bit and my cleavage was visible quite clearly. I forgot to cover, but Rahul did not skip it. He walked over to the table and sat on a chair on the other side of the table from me.

“You like the melons, Rahul?” Khan asked. “Oh ya, I do Khan sahab”, he replied, “They look sweetest most delicious”. I was still cutting the fruit. Khan replied, “Oh they are. I had them and could not take them out of my mouth. They were so sweet I could suck and squeeze them all day without getting bored. Will you have them too?”. Rahul replied, “Oh no, I can not. They are yours and I can not take them”. That was a strange thing to say and I looked up to see the men. Rahul averted his eyes, but Khan was smiling. They were talking in double meaning and were very obviously not talking about the melons I was cutting.

I huffed and asked, “were you talking about the fruit or something else?”. Khan replied, “Oh sweetheart, we were talking about the sweetest fruits in front of our eyes”, with a cheeky smile added, “just not the ones you are cutting”. I understood and was about to stand straight. But Khan gets what he wants and nobody can say no to him. He reached forward and pulled me on to the table by my hand. He reached forward and gazing deep into my eyes, he pushed his hand into my salwar and grabbed my boob. “We were talking about this mellon, janu” he said, pulling it out of my salwar. I thought about resisting, but who can say no to Khan. “I was telling him how I liked sucking this melon as I was fucking you and how much I enjoyed it.” he said with a gaze that caused shivers to go up and down my back, “Do you have a problem?”.What can I say to that. I shook my head and said, “no, not at all”.

He pinched my nipple till I made an eeep sound, and let me go with a wide smile. I was blushing red as I stood back up, trying to push my exposed boob back into the salwar, I looked over at Rahul, thinking what the dirty man would be doing. But to my surprise, he was looking down and away, but not staring at me. That was the moment I saw him in a different light. Afterall, he was nice enough to know I was getting a bit uncomfortable and averted his eyes to give me some space. But I could see that he was aroused like crazy. He was adjusting his pants a lot, and shifting around in his chair, trying to not make eye contact with me. It was very sweet seeing him so fidgity. I realized, he was not that bad, after all.

Since then, I saw that he got more and more frigidity around me. One day, I was fully dressed in the most conservative salwar I have, yet, as soon as he saw me, he got an obvious erection and had to hide it by sitting down. Added to that, Khan asked him to accompany me on my shopping trips that made him even more crazy. This is something only girls understand but, a girl gets very very happy when a boy gets seriously aroused as soon as he sees us. The happiness we gets is truly amazing. I felt great about it and as the week went on, I actually began to genuinely like Rahul. Under all the vulgar forwardness, he was a very shy guy who is just like any other man and I liked that.

As the week went on, I could see Khan was getting more busy with other stuff and I knew it was soon my time to leave. I was a bit sad, but knew this was going to come anyway. That day, when I woke up, Khan was not there but Rahul was waiting. I was wearing my usual salwar top with no pyjama or dupatta and I slipped into an empty chair after saying hi to him. “Where is Khan sahab?” I asked him. Rahul replied, “International shooting. He left for abroad early in the morning” I was sad, “Oh, when will he be back?” I asked. “Not for another month or so”.

“It was time for me to go home then”, I said sadly. “Ya. He told me to make sure you leave safely and then take the rest of the month off for vacation”, he replied. I nodded, “well at least you are here to keep me company today” i said smiling. I knew that made him horny and I knew he would get erection and would have to adjust his pants while sitting in front of me. I was not mistaken when he did just that. Without thinking I just burst out giggling. “Oh shut up!” he said adjusting his pants and blushing. It got me giggling even louder. I don’t know what changed between us in just one week, but I really did like the new Rahul I was seeing. Just a week ago, I was feeling so uncomfortable with him being there when I was wearing this dress, but now, I was comfortable enough to lean across the table and take some food out of his plate.

An hour later, I was packed and ready to leave. I wore a white top and a short above knees yellow skirt with matching sandles (from my shopping trips). Rahul loaded my suitcases in the car and got behind the wheel and I sat beside him as we started back to the airport. As we began driving I remembered back to the time he drove me from the airport. Suddenly, I remembered what he said to me then. I said, “Rahul”, he turned to me and asked “what?”.

I said, “remember what you said while coming from airport”, he looked confused, so I reminded him, “That you have sex with every girl you drive to Khan, and that you will fuck me before I return”. He remembered and blushed red, but did not reply. “Aren’t you going to?” I asked smiling. “No” he replied quickly. I was genuinely curious why and asked him, but he wouldn’t say anything. Finally, after pestering a lot, he said, without looking at me, “That was before I realized how much I really like you. Now that I know, I can not imagine doing anything against your wish. I can not imagine seeing you sad, or even worse, mad”.

That was the sweetest thing any man had said to me. At the next red light, I pulled his face towards me and said, “Rahul, thats the most romantic thing I heard in a long time. I like you so much now, and of course you wont make me mad about anything”, biting my lip, I asked him, “Do you still want to fuck me?” Rahul let out a small laugh and said, “If the tent in my pants is any indication” he said pointing to his crotch, “the answer is a big hard yes, sweta”.

I put a hand on his croch over the tent his cock was making, and leaned to his face, kissed him on his lips and said, “Well, then, I want you to take me to your house and I want you to fuck me senseless”. I said the last part off the top of my head, but little did I know that he would take those words to his heart and do exactly that in the days following while we were together.

He made a U turn and took me further out of the city and drove us for almost an hour to a farmhouse. There was green farm lands all around and only one building visible. “Lets go”, he said jumping out of the car, and running around to my side. He was so excited that It was like watching a kid in a candy store. I giggled as I got out of the car and went inside along with him. It was obviously another one of Khan’s guesthouses, considering how posh the interior was. I was looking around when I felt two hands grab me from behind. I giggled when they came to stop on my boobs.

Just one week ago, I was uncomfortable under those hands, but now I smiled and grabbed his hands over my boobs.. and putting my head back, I smiled and squeezed my boobs with his hands. “well Rahul, finally got your hands on your melons?” I asked giggling. He laughed and replied, “Well, I was told these were the sweetest melons anyone can get their hands on!”, and squeezed my boobs a bit more, causing me to give out a moan.

I turned to him and he immediately pulled me into a hug and smashed his lips into mine. I made sure my body was loose in his arms so he can touch me just the way he wanted. I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened my lips a bit. Rahul attacked my lips with his tongue with such a vigor that I could not stop myself giggling. His tongue was pushed into my mouth and I complied by playing swords with his tongue. By the time we broke apart I was gasping for air and flushed red in his arms. “Wow Sweta”, he commented, “your mouth was so soft and sweet”. I could not help smiling and said, “Is it my mouth or my saliva?”

Rahul leaned close to my face with his tongue out stretched and licked me just under my wet lips. I did not realize that as I was gasping for air, a bit of my drool trickled out of my mouth, and Rahul just licked it up! I was too surprised to say anything. But he said, “You are right, its your spit that is sweet. And your mouth that is soft”

with eyes wide, I asked him, “But you just licked the spit out of my mouth”. Rahul laughed out and said, “what do you think happens during a french kiss”. I never thought of it that way, but it did make sense and suddenly that did not seem as nasty as I thought it was earlier. I leaned up and kissed him on his mouth again, to show my acceptance.

Rahul got hold of my top from behind and pulled it over my head. I was not wearing a bra and so my boobs popped out in clear view of his hungry eyes. I held each of my boob in a hand and offered them to Rahul saying, “Want to taste the melons, Rahul?” He was eager to comply.

Rahul leaned down and took my boobs into his hands.. as soon as his bare hand touched my nipples, they stood up erect. He widened his hands and grabbed my boobs at the base and squeezed them, slowly moving them outwards till his fingers held just my nipples. He pulled on them a bit till they slipped out of his fingers and began to squeeze them from the base again. After a couple of times, I asked him, “What are you doing?” He simply responded, “Enjoying you!”

With that he leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on the nipple. His mouth was so warm and soft on my nipple that without even meaning to, I let out a moan of pleasure. “MMMmm”. Rahul laughed and began sucking on it, and then alternating to the other nipple. He was concentrating on the task so hard and his face was so focused on playing with my boobs that it felt strangely satisfying. Without meaning to, I held his head and ran my fingers through his hair while kissing his head as he continued to suck on my boobs and playing with them.

He was letting out deep grunts that I thought were pleasure but that took me a while to understand. I realized his cock was still inside his pants and it must be really hard.

So I pushed him away from me and got to his pants immediately. I undid them and without a word put my hand into his underwear. His cock was already hard and was very warm to touch. It felt nice in my hand. So I moved close to him, and staring into his eyes, began stroking it slowly with my hand still in his underwear. The new grunts he began making were completely pleasure filled and leaning up against his chest I reached his lips to kiss him as I increased the speed of stroking his cock.

I could see that he was close to orgasm and I slowed down. But Rahul grunted out, “Don’t stop. Don’t slow down”. I replied, “But you are going to -” He did not let me finish and squeezed my boobs hard and with a harsh look in his eyes, he repeated, “Don’t you fucking stop and don’t you fucking slow down”. The animalistic tone in his voice pushed me over and without a word I picked up the pace.

He also pushed his underwear to his knees as I continued stroking his hard cock. I could feel his cock leaking precum and it was rubbing over my tummy, but I did not dare to stop stroking. He held my face in his hands and began tracing my lips with his tongue. It was as dirty as it was pleasurable and without even meaning to I let out a deep moan.

That must have pushed him over the hump because he slammed his lips into my mouth and began grunting. I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing as it let out squirt after squirt of warm cum. I could feel the warmth of the cum as it splashed over my tummy and leaped up to my chest. I did not dare slow down my stroking and one of the spurt was so hard when it leaped that I felt it splash over my chin. I could not believe how much cum he made in one go.

As I opened my eyes I saw Rahul studying my face and down at my cum covered chest. While he just had his orgasm, I was not even close to being done and was still very horny.

He reached up and rubbed his cum over my bare chest. I thought he was about to wipe it away, but he ended up spreading it all over my boobs and tummy. I was still so horny that I loved it more. He reached up and felt the cum that splashed on my chin.

Again, instead of wiping it off, he pushed it up into my mouth. Again, I was so horny that instead of saying no, I opened my lips and let him feed me his cum. Again, I was very surprised to realize that cum actually tasted not bad at all. To his pleasure and surprise, when he pushed a bigger blob of cum into my mouth I actually ran it around in my mouth and swallowed it. “Like my cock juice, sweta”, he asked. “mmm, yummy,” I replied licking my lips with a smile.

He then kissed me lightly on my cheeks and walked away, leaving me standing there. “Hey, aren’t you going to fuck me?” I asked with irritated voice. With a crooked smile, he said, “one minute” and walked away, leaving me horny, frustrated and topless, covered in his cum.

He came back with a white color sleeveless lace night dress and asked me to put it on. I put it on and it reached just an inch below my pussy and I am sure my ass was half visible behind. He ran his hand over the front. His wet cum made the top see through and also made it stick to my skin. “Thats the way for a slut to dress up” he said with a smile and staring down my body. I was still sexually frustrated and not in mood to play games with him. I was about to say it harsh, when he grabbed me.

He leaned me back and looking deep into my eyes, he ran his hand from my knees up my skirt. When he reached my pussy, he started rubbing it over my panties. “Wow, sweta, your pussy dripped out so much juice, your panties are drenched”. I simply moaned my acknowledgement. He shoved his hand into my panties and in a second his middle finger was deep inside my pussy. He crooked his finger inside and began fucking me. Thats when I saw magic. His finger tips must be rubbing against some nerve knots inside, because colors exploded in front of my eyes.

I was riding the pleasure wave so much and was sure my orgasm was about to explode out of me, when he did the unthinkable. He stopped. “You are not getting an orgasm that easily”, he said as he stood up I went high to mad in a second, but he did not seem to care. He must have realized I was about to yell at him, because, he added, “Trust me sweta. I will make sure you get the biggest pleasurable orgasm you ever had”, I mellowed, “you have to promise me to do exactly what I ask you to”. I nodded without realizing that I was completely surrendering my body and pleasure to him.

After that I went to bed for a quick nap while Rahul went out. It was a few hours later I was woken up in the most strangest way ever. Rahul was rubbing his semi hard cock and balls over my face. I was still wearing the short see through night gown with no bra or panties and his hand was already between my thighs. I pulled back with a startle, yelping, “what are you doing?”. His reply was to grab me back to his cock and shove his hand up between my legs with, “Shh, go along with it”.

His finger was shoved into my pussy and all my complaints died in my throat. His cock was rubbing on my face, my nose, lips and cheeks and that was strangely arousing. This must have been some of his fantasies because he was mumbling, stuff like, “feel the soft skin on my balls sack”, “feel my precum on your lips”, “smell my cock and balls”, etc. I decided to play along with his fantasy and replied with a long moan everytime he mentioned something like that. That got his cock hard faster.

All this time, his finger was in my pussy, rubbing and scratching the inside of my pussy that got me very wet. Soon his hard cock with precum dripping was rubbing against my face all over. He grabbed his cock at the base and squeesed it moving to its tip. Soon there was a big drop of precum glistening on the tip. He leaned and touched it over my cheeks and smearing it along. I giggled and said, “Are you giving me a facial?”. He laughed and said, “Lets call it cock and balls facial” as he rubbed the precum all over my cheeks with his balls sack.

I laughed as I tried to push him away from my face. He leaned behind a bit and when he came back, he aimed his cock straight at my mouth. Purely by instinct I closed my mouth around it and I got to taste Rahuls pre cum – his cock juice. “Ohhh gosh, Sweta.” he choked out, with his body visibly shivering in pleasure, “Your mouth is so warm over my cock, I feel weak in my knees”.

I felt a smile of pride well up inside me and continued sucking his cock and massaging the head of his cock with my tongue. His fingers were still inside my pussy and within a few seconds the speed with which he finger-fucked my pussy started to increase. All my complaints about what Rahul was doing died in my mind as his fingers touched the special spots in my pussy. I completely surrendered under his hands and Rahul took total advantage of my body. His one hand was in my pussy, the other was down my cleavage and massaging my boobs while his cock was getting sucked by my mouth. Writing about it now, it makes me realize it is very nasty, but at that time, I was completely lost in the pleasure Rahul was giving my body.

I was getting close to climax and felt my back arching a bit every time he pushed his finger into me. I was eagerly waiting for the orgasm Rahul denied me in the afternoon. But before that, I felt him grunt hard and his cock started throbbing. I was too lost in my own pleasure to realize Rahul was close to orgasm too. If I realized it then, I would have pulled my mouth off his cock because I wanted him to fuck me. But I did not.

I felt Rahul grunt hard and felt his cock spew spurt after spurt of his cum into my mouth. I have no idea how much of it I swallowed and how much drooled out of my lips, but I was not in a position to care. Judging by the way Rahul was looking at me, I have a feeling I swallowed more than I drooled out. Then Rahul did the unforgivable. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and left me on the edge of orgasm. “Not yet, Sweta” was all he said as he sat beside me.

“That was the first time a girl ever ate my cum in front of me”, Rahul said with a wide smile, “I loved it”. I smiled a bit and replied, “it was my first as well, but I never thought I would be ok about doing it either”

He leaned in and kissed me on my forehead and said, “you will get yours soon, Sweta”. I was pretty mad at him, “You cummed two times already today. I don’t think you can do more,” I said, “but I am still so horny”. Rahul laughed and replied, “I have an over active sex drive sweta. Once I actually masturbated and cummed six times in the same day” I was surprised hearing that, “It is in my genes. All men and women in my family have that”

It was like the slut genes that run in my family as well. I used to think it was just my family that had this trait. But to hear there was another like me was both surprising and exciting. “I will fuck you silly, Sweta.” he said leaning into me, “But I won’t tell you when or where”. He gave a sharp slap on my pussy and stood up straight. I was not expecting it, and my already excited and close-to-orgasm-but-denied-pussy gave a jolt that made my whole body jump up. He walked away laughing loudly. I threw a pillow at his back as hard as I can with a yell.

I expected him to come back that night for a round three, but he did not. It made me even more frustrated sexually. That night, my dreams were all filled with getting fucked by men and doing all sorts of dirty sexual things with them.

I dreamed that I was taken to a party where both my uncles, Khan and Rahul were there, everyone naked and their cocks erect hard. I was serving them drinks as they all made dirty comments about my body and were touching me everywhere. Instead of being scared or mad, I was laughing with them and enjoying being used that way as much as the men. And I was encouraging them to do more dirty things with my body and take more pleasure.

I was so sexually frustrated that in the dream when they suggested that all four men fuck me together at the same time, I got on bed with legs open wide faster than superman changed his costume.

I woke up with a startle and saw that it was still night. I saw that my pussy was leaking juices like crazy and the bed under was already wet. I let out another curse at Rahul for not finishing my orgasm off and slept restlessly for the night.

Next morning, i was dreaming of someone rubbing on my pussy and let out a big sigh as I woke up. But surprisingly the feeling of someone rubbing my pussy remained. I opened my eyes to see that Rahul was laying over my body and it was his condom clad cock already hard that was rubbing over my pussy.

Before all of that was getting registered in my mind, Rahul said, “Good -” and shoved his cock into my pussy, ” – morning Sweta”. It was too much. I gave out a big yelp and felt a pleasure wave start deep in my pussy and spread all over my body. I was literally shivering with pleasure as he fucked my pussy. I tell you folks, morning sex is the best thing a couple can ever do. I hugged him around his neck and kept my legs wide and Rahul began fucking me rhythmically. “Wow Sweta, your pussy is so wet”. Between the grunts and shivers, all I could reply was, “Your fault”.

Rahul laughed and thrust his cock hard into my pussy and it hit the special knot of nerves in my pussy. I felt the pleasure wave hit me so hard that I clutched his cock hard with my pussy and arched my back up. I could vaguely hear him yell out, but I felt my cum explode out of my body. Squirt after squirt of my pussy juice splashed over his tummy and cock and it was great. I fell back gasping for air and vaguely hear him laughing at the intensity of my orgasm.

I realized that I had an orgasm and he did not. I realized it was my turn to give Rahul his own medicine. When I turned to him his tummy, cock, thighs were completely wet. “Sorry I made a mess on you, Rahul”. He laughed and replied, “Oh this? This is a token of pride for me, Sweta. To think that I made you do this feels awesome”. I giggled and replied, “This came out of my pussy, Rahul. Isn’t this yucky to you?”. Rahul made a mock scandalous face and said, “Yucky? Let me tell you what I think of it”

He moved down between my legs and as I watched he lowered his face over my pussy. He opened his mouth wide and clamped them over my wet dripping pussy lips. He sucked hard over my pussy making a slurping sound that caused my clitoris to vibrate in his mouth.

He got up and licked his lips and said to my surprise, “MMM, that is the sweetest cream I had in a long time” I could see in his eyes that he was saying this genuinely and I felt a wave of genuine affection for him. I pulled him over me and french kissed his mouth, not caring that they were full of my pussy juice.

My plan to hold him off from cumming lasted less than two minutes. I looked deep into his eyes and told him, “You haven’t finished fucking me, Rahul”. I looked down at his hard condom clad cock and quickly reached for it.

I ripped the condom off his cock saying, “You don’t have to wear that to fuck me”. Rahul was a bit unsure and said, “Do you trust me that much?” I just nodded. “I don’t want you to get pregnant”, he said. I was already horny by then and said, “Whatever happens, you don’t have to care about it” He still seemed unsure, so I did the next thing I could think of.

I shoved him onto the bed and straddled his waist. I held his cock with a hand and slowly lowered my pussy over it. Watching it disappear into my pussy from that angle was the most seductive thing I had ever seen. I moaned and started fucking myself over his cock. Within a few seconds Rahul also got into the rhythm of things and began shoving his body up into my pussy. The way his cock filled my pussy was amazing and I felt lost in the pleasure.

Rahul stopped me after a while and got me off him. “Lets try this position called doggy style”, he said. He had me sit on my knees near the edge of the bed and lean my head down all the way to the bed. My ass and my pussy was up in the air and with my head laying on the bed, I had to turn back to see him. “now that is the view I love” he said as he stood back staring at my ass. I felt so shy that I did the only thing I could. I closed my eyes and let him feast his eyes over the most intimate parts of my body. I felt his hands rubbing and massaging my buttocks and my pussy. He leaned down and ran his tongue over my pussy. In that angle his every lick felt so special and seemed to touch a part of my body no one had ever touched that way. I moaned in consent.

His tongue began tracing around my pussy lips, licking from one edge to the other. After a few licks, he simply continued up till he reached my asshole. I yelped out when I felt his tongue on my asshole. “What are you doing, Rahul?”. He simply said, “Shh, quiet, Sweta. You told me yourself you would let me fuck you silly and do whatever I wanted to do with your body”, he laughed and added, “I am just following what you told me to do”

I surrendered my body and pleasure to him and he was taking full advantage of it. He licked my pussy and ass for a bit and stood between my legs. He pushed his hard cock into my pussy. That was the first time I ever got fucked in this position and it felt just as pleasureful like the day I let my uncle steal my virginity. My asshole was also wet with Rahul’s spit and I felt him push a finger in there. I kept my mouth shut and let him do what he wanted to.

Within seconds, he began fucking my pussy with his cock and ass with his finger. It was so dirty and nasty, at the same time so pleasureful that I felt the time completely freeze. I was completely lost in the pleasure Rahul was giving me and wanted nothing more than to have his cock in me forever.

He paused after a while, pulled his finger out of my ass and leaned down to my head. He grabbed my boobs hanging down between my hands and whispered, “I am about to cum, Sweta. Last chance to tell me to pull out”. I leaned back and moaned out, “Don’t you dare pull your cock out of me, Rahul”.

He laughed and whispered, “As you wish, ma’am”. He kept his hands tightly wrapped around my boobs and restarted fucking me hard.

Within a few seconds we were both moaning and shouting loudly as we both got close to cum. I felt his cock throb differently in my pussy and his hands squeezed my boobs even tightly and then felt his cock erupt deep within my pussy. Spurt after spurt of warm cum filled deep inside me and that feeling was sufficient for me to orgasm again as well.

I fell down on the bed giggling uncontrollably like a mad girl. He was smiling at my antics and said, “I take it, you liked the fuck, Sweta?”.

I gasped out, “Like it, Rahul? I love it so much, it was the best pleasure I got ever in my life. Rahul, you made me orgasm more number of times in just one day since you got me here, than any man ever did in my whole life”. I told him honestly.

I could see his face glow with pride, and replied, “Promise fulfilled”. I just smiled widely as a reply. Let me know what you think, my email is Just don’t expect me to meet you though.

The Making Of Family Slut – Part 5