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Love Takes A Turn – Part I free porn video
By: Wishingwell
Hi, I am Sanjai, 26 year old, from Chennai currently working in a construction company as lead consultant in Andaman. This is a story of how I found true love. Love they say comes when you least expect it and comes in a way that you never would have even dreamed. Well, mine is one such a story. This happened five years ago. I had finished my college and joined in a construction company. I was so far living in the outskirts of the city with my friends (my parents live in my village) during college that I found too far from work.
So, I decided to take a very small but decent room for myself. I should confess, my pay wasn’t so huge, but I like hygienic lifestyle when I can afford it. So, here it goes. I was searching for a room in KK Nagar which was like a good place for it was very near to my office and also housed the best upper middle class beautiful and gorgeous girls and bouncing aunts. Being single all my life, I always wanted to lay someone some day. So, I kept searching up and down the area for a room.
Being a complete residential location, it was hard for me to find a room that I could pay for from my pocket. Frustrated, I at last decided to hire a broker. This guy also took me around the entire area but to no avail. One house had toilet outside while the other had a 90 year old nanny who looked as though she died a couple of years ago. Some houses had pretty girls but those rooms would usually cost my entire salary or sometimes even more than that. The broker got completely frustrated
And atlast told me that I was supposed to finalise the house by that evening or he dumps me. He asked me my requirement and I told him that I want a house a room on the terrace or first floor facing an open area and something that gives me privacy (because I wanted to both look at the girls down and shag and also I was planning to import some sluts just in case I was completely useless in getting a girl laid). I said I have no concern as to who the owner was or how as long as they don’t disturb me.
I will not disturb them. This guy looked at me and laughed and said he has the just the room for me. He took me for some 10 minutes and we landed up in front of a huge house. I had passed this many times and often marveled at its beauty. It is a double floored single accommodation with a terrace that has access from the front and from within the house. I loved the house. Even before entering the gate, I said yes. The owner of the house had gone on vacation to some north Indian tourist spot and so this broker guy had the key for the terrace.
He took me there and showed me its features. It was nice. The flat consisted of a single bedroom, a small sitting room and a beautiful balcony. The rear door to the sitting room leads to the terrace. The terrace was completely to my liking. Higher than most of the other houses in the vicinity, my terrace had this advantage of looking down at other houses and also the advantage of trees. This bungalow had trees planted all around it. One cannot so easily see from outside and find out who is inside.
The flat was fully furnished and the rent was damn cheap. I found this very fishy and so asked the guy there what was up. He said that the owner of the house, Kavitha was a tyrant. He said it is rumoured that she killed her husband for money while many others say he ran away with someone else. She is a psycho. She doesn’t speak with anyone, doesn’t like strangers, never gives for charity and worst of all doesn’t like men.
It said in her kundli that unless there is another stranger nearby, she would loose everything that she has, her money, relation and everything. She has a daughter. I think she studies in some college in Coimbatore. She comes only twice a year. There is something seriously wrong with the family sir. Both the ladies look like sisters and they say that they are mother and daughter. That is why the rent is so low. She asked me to rent it to someone and give to the tenant this bank passbook.
She wants you to pay in this bank account every month; she will take care of the water and the electricity bill by herself. You are not supposed to bring any more men inside this compound, you are not supposed to shout or make more noise. Most important of all you are to use the back door to the terrace and never enters the main house. She says that she doesn’t want to even see who you are. She is happy as long as you are not in her sight. The guy spoke as though there was something jinxed in the family.
Strange widow? Mother and daughter looking like sisters? And that is a sin he says? Man, that is definitely too sexy to know. She pays my bills and doesn’t even want to see me? More freedom No other man inside the house? I was actually planning the same. No other Man. only women. Yahoo. I took the house for rent immediately. The agreement and stuff took some time to get done, but otherwise, I got the key in three days time. Since it was almost the 20th of that month
I planned on moving in on the 1st of the next month. So then came the first of that month, I left for office from my old room with all my luggage and came back late in the night to the new home. It was almost mid night. I wanted to get into the house, but my bad luck, I only had the keys that were inside the house and not for the main gate. I peeped in through the gate, there was a WW Jetta there that was definitely not there the previous time. Well, that simplifies things.
The psycho owner had returned. I thought of shouting at the main door so as to rouse her and ask her to open the gates. But that guy’s advice proved otherwise. What the hell, I parked my bike outside on the road, chucked in my entire luggage across the gate on to her mown lawn so as to avoid sound. Then it was my turn. I got onto the gate and tried entering the house. The jump was going to be high as I jumped got my pant stuck on the top of the gate where they had placed arrows probably to avoid such an entry that I was trying to make in.
I tripped and fell on the floor kicking the gate hard in the process. I had bumped my knee on the concrete ramp and the pain was excruciating that I let out a cry before I could control myself. The lights inside the house flickered on and the house owner came out of the door to find me rolling on the floor in agony. I had my eyes filled with water that I immediately did not register the shape of a woman standing there. I still knew it was Kavitha. I did not look up.
I was busy inspecting myself and my knee. I had one of side of my trousers torn completely so I was looking like a bar dancer with my right side fully visible right from my underwear to my shoes. I raised my other trouser end to inspect my knee and saw that both were equally bruised. After a couple of minutes, I stood up to find her standing in front of me holding what seemed like a gun. But it was not the gun that shocked me. It was the holder.
She was, no other word for it, but stunning. She had a beautiful oval face with a sharp chin and a little bent nose. She wore a glass on her eyes, her hair was open. Man, she had such long hair that it was touching the base of her ass. Her boobs were not boobs at all. They were like two yellow melons, perfectly circular yet completely soft. She wore a saree, a white saree embodied with stone studs and jimkis. She wore saree above her navel; her hip seemed to make a sinusoidal curve on the Y axis.
Her ass top all, was so nicely shaped and not to mention huge. Shit if only I had not fallen down, I would have plucked a rose from the garden and pronounced her the world’s most beautiful and erotic woman. Well, after like eons, I came back to my senses. The gun eventhough less important than her still seemed intimidating. I stood stiff and informed her that I was her tenant. I don’t think she believed, so I showed her the agreement instead.
She read through the entire document and also ran through my ID copies that were attached thereon. After that, she became a bit relaxed. Why did u have to jump into the house? Don’t you have a key? I thought I made it perfectly clear to that broker that u are not supposed to come and stand in front of me. She said “Im sorry madam. I tried to jump into the house. The broker gave me every other key except for this one. I wanted to slip up as silent as possible.
But unfortunately, the silent entry sort of went on to a stage show. Anyways, I am Sanjai and I guess I am your new neighbor. I lent my hand for a formal handshake. She hesitated at first. But then took the gun to a limp position on her left hand and gave her right hand for a shake. The touch was really electrifying. I felt like pulling her into a strong hug and kissing her. But all I could do to restrain was to pinch my ass with my left hand to come back to reality.
She went back in and I went upstairs to nurse my injuries. Things were smooth and silent for some time. My schedule included going to office every morning, coming back with a bottle of beer and a whiskey. I like sitting nude when I am alone. So, I used to get into the house, get naked, take a shower and sit down for drinking until I fell down asleep in front of the plasma that I used as my personal porn theatre. Days went by and I started feeling the earlier happiness draining away.
I was not made for this. I was actually from a place where you don’t get privacy even while you sleep. My old room had around 9 people in a single flat and this meant having to share your room with 2 others. But here, I was all alone and this life started getting bored. Looking at girls from the terrace also started getting boring. I would occasionally stand nude on the terrace with my veener in my hand and wait for my neighbor, a north Indian woman to come and wash her clothes on the terrace and I would shag.
But, slowly everything lost its value. I gradually stopped masturbating; fantasizing and everything that I thought would be good before. In the meanwhile, my relationship with the house owner was growing. After that incident, I never showed my face to Kavitha for about a month. Then at times, I would catch glimpses of her walking up and down in her balcony talking to her daughter over the phone or else shouting at some one or the other. She was cruel. Beggars avoided the house altogether.
But at times, I would see men walking into the house late in the night and going out early in the morning. It was always the same type. Some guy wearing a jean and a t shirt would go walking in the house late in the night and would be seen walking out a couple of days later same time. I used to wonder who that was. Then one day, as I was smoking in the terrace I heard a noise behind me. I turned and saw Kavitha there standing there with her ass supported over the parapet wall.
I didn’t know whether I was allowed to legally smoke in the building, so I said my apologies and was about to throw the cigarette when she said it was ok but not to do so in open as people would not like it. I was a bit shocked an arrogant woman worrying about neighbours? Well, I did have something to think about. Well she left and I had to go inside to shag off. This was kind of a new feeling. Having her so close made me feel she was the right one. That night I masturbated thrice thinking of her.
Her swaying melons that were so wanting to get out of her blouse. For the first time, I found that she had really huge boobs. From then on, my greatest wish was to screw her nice and hard. I went on through a plan. I will make her submit. There is no other option to that. If she chucks me out, I don’t care. If she reports me to the police, I always have the option of running away leaving my things behind. Then came a day when I was going down the stairs through the back way.
She was standing there looking as sexy as ever. She inquired if I could do her the favor of paying her electricity bills that time since the agency she hired for yearly maintenance had finished their tenure and would take time to renew her subscription for yearly household chores. She wore a green saree, a silk one. Her cleavage was visible above her blouse even though she had worn it in the maximum possible way to cover her beauties. The perfume she wore was killing me.
I could hardly breathe and stay in my senses together. I felt like biting her and almost at the same time tried to run away as well. I couldn’t hold it in the long run, I dropped my office bag went forward and kissed her full on the lips. I held my right hand around her hands and over her ass and pulled her close to me while with the other hands. I held her loose hair behind her head and tilted her head into a slanting position so that her nose would be out of the way.
She took time to react, it was all I needed, being short as she was, I pulled her up by her ass and took her into the house while kissing her the same time. She came back to her senses and started to protest. By that time, I had already closed the front door and the living room door. She started protesting really hard. She tried to take her mouth out mine starting from my tongue. I had already begun exploring her mouth with mine. I was completely out of my mind. I wanted her then and there.
I threw her on the sofa in the living room and removed just my trousers and underwear throwing my shoes off. I knew she would not have time to run away before I remove them but she would definitely run away before I unbutton my shirt. So, I let it be there. She tried to run away and got up from the sofa, but having a long hair made her escape not so easy. I caught her hair and pulled her towards me. She was helpless and had to come back. She tried protesting
Shut up you fool. What the hell do you think you are doing? If I make a sound, people will come running and you will be caught red handed. They will kill you. The entire area would kill you she said. I know what I am doing you bitch. I want u and there is nothing anybody can do about it. Try to even shout. I will tear your pussy today and you will submit.” Telling that, I removed her saree and it came off in a whip. She was standing there in her in-skirt and blouse only.
Both clothes wanted freedom. I tried to unbutton her blouse but she would not leave me. I tore the front part of it and pulled them back so that she would not be able to move her hands so easily. In the mean time, I removed her in-skirt and with just loosening the noose, the garment fell on to the ground. She was wearing a sandal colored panty and a bra only standing in front of me. Tearing these two was not a problem at all. Now she was stark naked but still struggling.
She was putting up a good fight. She would not submit to me so easily. She had a 38-26-38 structure. Her melons were bouncing in her movement and her face was streaked with tears. I knew I had to tie her up. I tore the curtain lace that people use to tie their curtain together and bound her hands above her head. I tied up the lace to the door knob of the room and left here there on the ground. She was thrashing and now started to plead.
Please spare me. Please. I have never crossed path with you. I have never stopped anything that you do. Please leave me be. I will even give you money if you want I will do anything you want except this. Please spare me. Hearing this made me even hornier. My rod was ramming straight and I wanted to get into her. But now that everything else had failed, she started trying to scream, I had to do something. So, I removed my socks and stuffed it into her mouth until.
I could find something decent to gag her with. I did find a bandage cloth and a small piece of wood. I rolled the wood piece with the bandage cloth and put it to the front of her mouth. I asked her to hold it for me so that, she will not break her teeth until I tie her up with the cloth. Please sir, don’t shut me up. Please leave me be. Please. This is the one thing that has not happened to me. Please. Will you not do it even for money? I would pay you even lakhs.
And it is my birthday. Please, atleast for that sake. Please she said. Sorry darling, there is some things that I wont stop for even money. I want you and that’s it. Saying this, I lifted her ass and placed a wooden tea table below it so that her body would be straight. I took my camera mobile from my trousers and placed it parallel to where we were so that it could capture the entire scene. If you make a sound I am going to publish it on TV. I am going to make your house a whore house.
So better cooperate. Understood? She was shocked. Please, not on TV, not to the locality. I don’t want that to happen. I will be nice. Please don’t kill my respect here. Please. I will do anything for you. Please. Then you will address me as darling now. You will talk sexy to me and dirty to me. You will not cry, you will guide me to fuck you nice and long. You will be my sex guide for now. Understood? Yes! yes I understand sir. I mean darling. Please, fuck me darling.
Please, I beg you. Fuck me. I am your wicked whore. Please fuck me and make love to me. This was awesome. The most beautiful and sexy bitch asking me to fuck her I went over to the mobile and turned on the recording and then went and stood in front of her. I went up to her and felt her boobs. They were so soft, yet so pulp and ready. I put one of those into my mouth and started sucking them while with the other hand, I started kneading her boobs. I knew she was getting aroused.
I knew I was going in the right direction. Her legs were together at first, but now had started to start separating them. In this time, she was instructing me how to suck her aaaaahhhh don’t bite them too hard darling. Bite them soft and nice. Yess please bit them again. Yes aaaaahh. Now for the other one, yes please don’t leave the first one alone. Use them, please. They are all yours now. They want you so badly. Yes, knead them. Oh yes.
I was so aroused. I went all the way up to her face licking her full and reached to her mouth. I thought of giving her my tongue but was scared to do so in case she bit them off. Instead, I just locked my lips and was sucking her lips. She was not sucking at first. But slowly, she started sucking my lips too and her tongue came into my mouth to explore me through. I went down to her pussy and found that she was fully wet.
I opened her clitoris and kept a finger there wondering what to do next. All my previous experience of watching movies told me I have to finger her somewhere below the petals and I found a hole. I put my finger in there and started moving it in and out, first slowly then a bit faster. Her pussy was indeed a bit tight for someone who is a mother of a child mmmm why should I care. I just started fingering her between her moans of ooooos and aaaaas.
Then slowly, I entered her. Her pussy was tight, but so soft and welcoming and I knew that instant, my hand would never match the walls of her pussy. I thrust in so that I went in full. After that I took my tool out and re inserted it. She moaned, I loved it I went in her and out. She was in pleasure, her eyes were closed and her soft moan was all I could hear. Her hands relaxed around the door knob, I kept thrusting her and slowly removed the hand tie and as soon as she realized
That she was free, she lifted my shirt up and embraced me. I was now over her on top of her tea table. Things where getting a bit harder for me to lie on her but stand on my legs at the same time. I lifted her and she did not protest or anything. My tool was still inside her while I lifted her from there and took her to the bedroom where she lay on the bed, spread her legs and invited me completely inside. I went in and started stroking her nice and full. The camera was forgotten in the living room yess darling. Please fuck me I love you dear!
Harder, harder I’m coming Kavi, Im going to come inside me fully. I want your load into me full. Oh yesss I loaded into her full and started feeling giddy. Exhaust of all feelings, and tired. I fell over her and rolled on to the side. She did not show any signs of regret or anything, she rolled over to my side, put her leg over me and began to stroke my penis eyes closed and we fell asleep the same way. The last thought that hit me before I fell asleep was that this is not the end to it and this is just the beginning. And so it did happen. Please post your comments to
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