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Hi! I am Karan back writing to you about experiences I can never forget. I have been working in an office which has equal number of females as males. Most girls are from middle-class backgrounds, with a lot of “moralistic” shit ingrained into them. But, one girl, Manisha stands apart. She is pretty, slim (perhaps extra slim, except at places that matter), 5’3″ tall without heels, and has bazookas that defy gravity. Manisha, I found, even at the sweet age of 25, was intelligent and perceptive. As the discussion progressed, we found ourselves talking about subjects on the fringes of sex. For example, she said that she dressed conservatively because she had big boobs (she called them “choochees”), and travelling in buses meant attracting as little attention as possible to her obvious assets. She also informed me that she wore tight bras, since her choochees had a bounce to them when she walked. I noticed that while she was talking, she had moved her shoulders back and was displaying her obvious milky assets in their covers. Her nipples were peaked and combined with her cupid’s bow lips eating the chicken drumstick by inserting it in her mouth, I could not help getting a hard-on. I told her so and she gave me a shy, coy smile – of a girl obviously pleased to turn-on a man. She added that she was very attracted to me, but, I was out-of-bounds, since I was married and had a family. “Aap apne jaisa koyi ladka mere liye kyon nahin dhoond dete?” Soon, we started going out – driving out of the city in the evenings to the outskirts, talking about each other, our families, our problems and most important – our desires. She was a virgin and had heard a lot about sex, but, was inexperienced due to the strait-laced society that all middle-class homes belong to

Opportunity presented itself in form of participation in an exhibition in Jaipur, where, our boss told us, the company had booked a stall and it had to be manned by Manisha, while I attended the various seminars, and generally kept an eye on the enquiries generated through persons visiting the stall. In line with the ranking, I was to stay in a luxury deluxe Hotel, while Manisha was booked into another Hotel nearby. The exhibition was at a Plaza about a mile away. While she was thrilled with the idea of the trip, Manisha still had to get over the hurdle of convincing her strait-laced mother to permit her to go. Thankfully her mother was convinced by our boss. So, as per the programme, I was to pick up Manisha in my car in the morning and we would drive to Jaipur – a drive of 5 hours, which both of us looked forward to. Finally the day dawned and we were on way to Jaipur. The journey was uneventful, except for the exhiliration both of us felt of being away from prying eyes and our hands were free to touch each other with implied intimacy, though over our clothes. Manisha was in an excellent mood, this being a rare occasion when she left the environs of her city. In the evening, straight from the exhibition Hall, we went for a drive and a walk through the bazaars of Jaipur. She had a lot of boxes containing literature about our products and a portable projector, which we kept in the car. We flirted as we talked. Now that we were away from all the people we knew in our city, Manisha flirted with me outrageously. You will recall that I had mentioned that she usually dresses conservatively, but she has a few salwar-kameez suits that show off her curves, causing me to forget what I was doing. She was wearing one tight kameez that day, which made her boobs shout out for a squeeze. I thought that Manisha might be romantically interested in me but, because I did not want to wreck it, I didn’t take any actions to confirm my opinion. On return to the Hotel, I still couldn’t stop thinking about the picture she made in that outfit with the top clinging to her generous breasts, her thin waist, and the seat brushing against her round, soft ass. I invited her for dinner at my Hotel, and she accepted. Since the literature and other stuff from the exhibition could not be left in the car, I suggested that we keep them in my room. After a few seconds of Silence, she agreed provided I act as a gentleman, and do not take advantage of her once we are in the room. She was so enamoured by the luxury of the Hotel, never having been in such a place earlier, that she was gushing praises. In the room, I offered her a drink – knowing that she was averse to the smell of alcohol, I ordered a Screwdriver for her – vodka (no smell) and orange juice for the right amount of masking of the bitter taste. She was feeling thirsty and not knowing the effects of alcohol, gulped the entire drink down in ten minutes. She started stretching out her limbs – the classic “angdaai” which showed off her curves even more. I asked her “Kya tumhara kabhi sex ka man nahin karta”? She said “Karta to hai, par kaise karoon?” I once again asked her “Kya tum apni pussy ya choot se khelti nahin?” (Don’t you play with your pussy?). She genuinely seemed to be shocked by the question and demurely said “Ooper se sehlaane se kucch kucch accha lagta hai. Maine ek baar toothbrush ka handle andar daalne ki koshish kee thi, par, dard ke dar se ooper se mal kar reh gai.”I kept finding myself thinking about how it would feel to kiss her, to suck her nipples into my mouth and pinch them between my teeth, to feel her warm hands on my cock as she slowly bathed it with her tongue and licked her lips at the taste of my pre-come, to slide my throbbing rod into her warm mouth, and to quench my desire by spattering my hot seed in her wet snugness. I tried to keep my mind in control, but it was futile. I kept on fantasizing about the aroma of Manisha’s sex, whether she had trained her vaginal muscles to grip a hard toothbrush, the precise texture of her pubic hair, the quantity of her natural lubrication, and the warmth my prick would feel in her sheath. I wanted to lick her earlobes, to feel her tummy against mine. After she had already taken all the juice my glands could produce I wanted to rub my flaccid cock against Manisha’s thigh and feel it spring into alertness, ready to penetrate her again. When orgasm took away her self control, did she moan low and throatily from her chest, whisper in baby talk, yell obscene commands at her lover, or did she bite her lip in a vain attempt to stay silent? The questions were endless and obsessive.

She had gone to the bathroom to take a leak, and on her return, she said “Itna sunder bathroom hai. Isme to bath tub bhi hai, aur shower bhi.”. Wistfully, she said “Mera man hamesha tub mein nahane ka karta raha hai. Aap ko to pata hai ki mujhe barsaat ka mausam kitna pasand hai. Shower mein bilkul barsaat ki tarah nahaa sakti hoon.” “Han Manisha, dono kaam ho sakte hain” I said, barely above a whisper, imagining her beautiful nude body in the shower, the water cascading down her ample breasts and dripping from her pussy, between her shapely legs. “Main garam paani chalaa deta hoon. Tub bhar jai to usme dono kaam kar sakti ho.”She turned, her breasts swaying, and a wistful look left her face. “Karan, what are you saying? Mere paas yahan na to kapde hain aur na hi towel. Accha ab dinner karlein? Phir mujhe apne Hotel bhi jaana hai. Main bahut thak gayee hoon saara din exhibition mein khadi-khadi”. She smiled irresistably at me. I smiled back, rendered speechless by desire.We had dinner and came back to the room. I jokingly suggested that she should stay the night in the room. Manisha laughed. “Since you’re a gentleman, Karan, would you like to help me carry these boxes to the car?” She motioned at the stack of papers and cases.We got the boxes and started carrying them to the door. She bent over to put hers down and for a few seconds. Her ass swayed only a few inches away from me. Then she reached for the latch on the door, and with a shriek she lost her balance.

She fell towards me, but I couldn’t grab her because of the boxes in my hands, so I tried to block her fall with my body. I stepped into her way. She grabbed my shoulder with one hand. Her other hand grabbed my belt buckle and pushed it into my stiff cock. She had to know I was hard. Her left hand rested above my penis as she pulled herself up. My cock was hard again, and she had to feel it with her hand where it was. She brushed her right breast against my left arm while getting up. I was getting even more aroused than I had been all day. “Whew, that was a close one,” she said. “Thanks for being there.”I said, “It was nothing, Manisha” and winced at the almost adolescent break in my voice. She seemed dazed for a moment and then brightened and smiled at me. She took her hand off my belt buckle. She kneeled down and picked up the loose papers which had fallen when she almost did.Manisha popped up before me and said, “It wasn’t nothing, Karan. It was very nice of you. You kept me from falling and you didn’t even drop any boxes. I think you deserve a kiss for that.” My cock throbbed. Manisha kissed me on the lips. Her mouth wasn’t wide open. Her tongue was inside her mouth; but her mouth wasn’t tightly closed either. My mouth dropped open as she kissed me, and instinctively my lips drew hers apart so my tongue could taste them. My body seemed magnetically attached to hers. My arms were wrapped around her back, and my hands caressed her smooth buttocks. Her arms were around my neck, and she pressed against me, her body surging against my booming, blood-engorged member. Manisha kissed me back as her tongue danced into my mouth. All these things and hours more of knowledge came to me in the seconds that Manisha and I held each other tightly, tongues and lips working with a fury of passion to mine and expose the deepest secrets we had. I shifted my hand from her buttocks to her waist, and of its own mind it slid up towards her breast.We stepped apart and our eyes opened. She looked at me like a deer startled by headlights and shook her head. “We can’t go on” she said.I spoke in a monotone, all my emotions stuck inside. “We’re ready for it. We have to take the next step, Manisha.”

“No!” she said. “We can’t just have sex. We have a working relationship. We WORK with each other.””Oh, Manisha. You felt what I felt. We both want it. We both need it. I am going to fuck your brains out, Manisha, and you want to feel my lund fucking your hot little pussy.”I was panting, my emotions finally reaching words. “I’m going to undress you and you’re going to undress me. You can’t wait to hold my lund with your hand. You can’t wait to taste it, to slide my fat cock into your mouth. I already know what it’s like to share every taboo secret with you. That kiss was like all the chudai in the world. We’ve already fucked. We just need to do it again.””No” she whispered, but stopped shaking her head.”Tum meri jaan ho aur main tumhara ghulam.” She stared, silent.”Manisha,” I moved towards her “we can’t help it. We don’t have a choice. I want it more than anything. You do too. You won’t ever stop thinking about me until we do it. You want it.”I moved to embrace and kiss her. “You need it, Manisha. You need this more than you’ve ever needed anything.”She pulled away and slapped me in the face.”No!” she shouted at me. “I won’t be your office affair! Mujhe tumahara loda nahin chahiye!” She was raging, out of control. “I don’t need you. I will have a husband to fuck my choot, thank you, and he will do fine. I can wait for it. Main uska lund bhi choosoongi when he wants. And you already have someone else. You cheating bastard, you’re married!”

She was scaring me. Had I construed her looks of passion, the delicate touch of her hand against my penis, her smiles and innuendo from nothing? Was I losing it? Why was she lying like this? Was I going Crazy?She started stalking back and forth and waving her arms as she continued “Aur yeh pyar-vyar, taqdeer, sacchi mohabbat. Perfect love. Ideal love. What you are talking about doesn’t exist! I have love and I don’t need a dirty little affair with a co-worker to get it! Mere se aisi baatein na karo. “I felt like I needed to puke. I fled to the bathroom. After breathing heavily into the toilet bowl, inhaling the completely real atmosphere, my heart stopped beating quite so fast. I was dizzy, and came back to the room. I lay on the bed staring at the floor lamp until I could stand up again.My thoughts were boiling. I’d already lost my best friend at work. I was probably going to lose my job if she reported it to our boss. I was probably going to lose my marriage. There was a good chance I was really going crazy; or maybe I was having a nervous breakdown. I put my head on the pillow and wished I could cry. I told myself “Karan, you’ve fucked it up royally this time.”I must have drifted off for a few minutes, and I woke up with tears on my cheeks.Someone said my name. “Karan?”I rubbed the tears off my face and grunted.”Karan, can you look at me?” I shook my head, no.Hands on my shoulders, kneading. “I’m sorry, Karan. I said all the wrong things. I have my virginity, and you have your woman, and…””Sorry” I said. “No, I’m sorry. You were right. I do want to make love to you. That’s why i’ve flirted with you ever since I met you. But I don’t want to lose you as a friend because we become lovers.””That’s the oldest lie in the book,” I said. “Lovers don’t stop being friends.” I twisted my neck, loosing a kink, keeping my eyes to the floor lamp.”I’m sorry, Karan,” she said. “But I’m scared of this thing. Your intensity scares me. My intensity for you scares me. Mera tumse pyar karne ka itna man kar raha hai ki main khud dar rahi hoon. Karan, i’ll make love to you if you want me to. Just show me how to not be scared of it.””Can I trust you?” I defended myself.”You’re as frightened as I am.” Manisha pulled my shoulders back into my chair and kissed my cheek. She whispered in my ear, “I love you, Karan.””I love you Manisha.”We kissed deeply, at length. It was cool and sedate, civilized where the earlier kiss was barbaric, conversational where the other demanding. Our tongues danced with each other, moving like sand in the tide, like leaves of a tree in a breeze.

Manisha moved around the chair, supported by my arms, and sat on my lap. We drew breath and kissed again, interlocking lips. I kicked off my shoes, and pulled one of her pumps off. I heard the other one drop, then felt her tugging at my belt buckle. She smiled at me, and undid it, then unsnapped the button. I reached for her back and undid the top button on her kameez with one hand, as I caressed her breast in the other, weighing and evaluating it. Her hand crept into my pants and held my penis, which gradually hardened in her warm grasp.”Oooh, kina bada hai, ” she said, opening her eyes in an exaggerated way and popping her lips into an “O”. She smiled and licked her lips, then I kissed her again.I lowered my hands to her waist and gently tugged her kameez over her pretty bra-encased breasts. I hugged her and slid my hands up on her back and undid the back of her brassiere, then she sat back and put her arms over her head. “Take it off,” she told me. I pulled the straps over her arms and her bra came with it. Her breasts were beautiful, full and firm, with thimble sized nipples and pinkish brown areolae, as they swayed before my eyes.I kissed Manisha’s chin, then licked her neck, and delicately kissed her nipples, first the left, then the right. She reached for the buttons of my shirtfront, but I stopped her. “Let’s enjoy ourselves like this, first,” I told her. “We have as long as we need.”

I had her stand up and face away from me, then I mischeviously pressed the salwar fabric into the crack of her butt, smoothing it in from the bottom to the top. “Hey,” she said, and I pulled her towards me. She sat on my lap suddenly, and I shifted her hips back so that my cock was pressing against her ass cheeks. She got the idea, and twisted around and kissed me vigorously. My hands went to her breasts, and had free play with them, tickling, rubbing, massaging, twisting the nipples, and rubbing the good feelings into her entire chest and belly. She wiggled her ass against my cock, but was otherwise helpless in this position, and lay back with her head on my shoulder as I caressed her from shoulder to fingertip to thighs, but did not touch her mound. I had determined that Manisha was going to beg before I would touch her cunt or certainly before I would let her come.After I was done with her beautiful breasts, I told her to get up and turn around. Then she straddled my lap, her legs resting on my hips, her hips resting on my thighs. She undid my shirt and pulled it off my chest and shoulders. I quickly undid the cuffs and the shirt dropped to the floor. She rubbed my chest with her hands, pinching my nipples.”Fair play,” she giggled. Then as she massaged my chest and abdomen, every once in a while touching my rock-hard cock through my pants, she began to kiss my neck and earlobes. I reached around behind her and gripped both her firm buttocks with my hands, squeezing them like peaches. I moved my hands to her crack again, sliding up and down it as I felt her quivering flanks. She shivered as she licked my nipples and kissed them, alternating. She undid my zipper and jerked the band of my briefs down so that it sat on my cock, bisecting its length.I picked up her upper body and gobbled up her boobs, licking and nipping them like a starving man. I was giggling, and she was squealing, “Hey, itni jor se nahin. Gud-gudi hoti hai. ” I stopped for a second, then again and teased her titties with my tongue for a while more. “Haan inko pyar se chooso. Dono nipplon ko apne munh mein ley sakte ho?” I could not resist the challenge. I took both her heavy breasts in my hands and pressed them together and sucked both nipples at the same time. She went bersek, with her hips beating a pattern against my lund.

“Kya tumhare nipples ka tumhari choot ke sath direct connection hai?””Haan meri jaan”, she said, “par is par depend karta hai ki nipples ke saath pyaar kaise kiya jaata hai. Tumhari tongue to bijli ke current ki tarah mere mammay aur pussy mein khujli macha rahi hai.”Then I stopped for real, and we both drew our breath. It was time. Silently we rose and I pulled down her salwar. My hands went to her round and slim buttocks and I savoured the soft feel of the moons. I bent her at the waist and kissed the left orb and then the right moon, caressing her hanging boobs. Meanwhile, she took off my trousers. Then she grabbed my cock through my briefs and held on to it as if it was giving her utmost pleasure in holding a hard staff. She could not continue long like this, so she slid my briefs down. My penis flopped out and stood straight before her. I straightened. She looked up and saw it dangling there before her and touched the tip with her index finger, then tasted her finger with her tongue. “Mmmm, nice. Kitna mota aur lamba lund hai ” she said. Manisha kneeled before me, and smiled up at me as she held my prick. “Main isko itna pyar karoongi ki aap ko jannat ka mazaa aa jaayega. Itna tasty hai ki main lagatar isey choosti rahoongi “. She licked the bottom of my cock from the base to its head, then swirled her tongue around the head. Then she slid it into her mouth, encompassing it with her wet kiss. She reached around and grabbed my ass-cheeks with her hands, then held me still as she began to slide her mouth up and down on my shaft.

“I can taste the pre-come on the tip of your cock, Karan,” she licked the shaft then sucked on the head.I ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked on my prick. “How do you like it, Manisha?””I love your cock. It tastes and feels so sexy sliding in and out. It’s making me so horny. Meri choot bilkul geeli ho gai hai “.Manisha slid my penis past the sweet lips I had kissed. As she bobbed her head on my shaft, I started fucking her warm and wet mouth. She encouraged me by pulling my ass cheeks towards her. I fucked even deeper, and felt my cock in her throat. She gulped my meat lustily. She caressed my thighs and balls. “Main in anddon ko kha jaoongi. Inko choosne se meri pussy ki khujli aur bhi badhti hai “. Manisha sure knew how to give a blowjob, and it wasn’t long before I was ready to blow.”Ooh! I’m going to come. Mera lund pichkari chalaane ke liye taiyyar hai ” I said.”Mmmmf,” Manisha pumped her lips and tongue even faster on my cock. One hand moved to my balls, and she fondled them as she pulled my butt to her and deep-throated my cock.”Oh, Manisha. Haan. I’m gonna shoot a huge…”I came. I shot jets of sperm into her throat and mouth. She sucked my shaft deeply and swallowed all the juices that I spattered in her. She fondled my balls, coaxing all the come out of them, as she sucked me. She continued sucking as my legs became weak and my shaft became sensitive, then sucked beyond the sensitivity as I maintained my erection in her warm, wet mouth.I leaned my head back and wiped my brow. “Manisha, you give one hell of a blowjob. You are a wonderful cock-sucker. I mean that as a compliment. Your mouth was even better than I dreamed it could be.”She licked the shaft and head again, then smiled up at me and said, “It’s your turn now, Karan. Eat me. Eat my juicy pussy. Tumhare liye bilkul geeli hai. Tum iska jitna ras peena chahte ho, pee sakte ho. Batao ki meri choot ka shahad kitna meetha hai”.I lay beside her on the bed and traveled down her body with my kisses, tasting her sexiness as I went towards the junction of her legs. I could smell her musk as I moved closer. I felt warmth in my crotch. Manisha was sucking me again, coaxing my cock back into working order.

The fur on her mons did not hide the puffy pink lips of her slit. Finally I pushed her legs up and back towards her shoulders. The pink lips of her sex opened like a blossoming rose inviting me to continue my quest to taste that honey nectar and bring her to an orgasm. I put my thumbs on either side of her slit opening it even more. As I leaned toward my goal I could see that she was more that ready for anything that I had in mind. The wetness flowed from her honey hole and puddled at the bottom of that opening. Her sexual odour reached my nostrils and I could wait no more. I put my mouth on her cunt and sucked her love juices.I spread her pussy lips wider and drove my tongue into her pussy. It was as juicy as she had said. “Yummy pussy,” I said. Brilliant repartee it wasn’t, but I challenge anybody to say something brilliant while tasting a new and delicious woman’s sex, when she is at the same time bathing your prick with her talented tongue and lips. She let go of my cock and got frantic in her arousal. Her hips started working up and down with my tongue on her clitty. The movements became even more forceful, and I found my tongue sliding into her honey pot, which had widened in her excitement. “Meri choot ko tongue-fuck karo”. I did not disappoint her. I pushed her shapely legs up to her shoulders, took hold of her hands, brought them under her buttocks and told her “Apni choot ko meri tongue ke liye kholo “. She did just that. I slid my hands to her ample boobs and started pressing them, pinching her nipples as I sawed my tongue in and out of her super-sensitive cunt. “Ooooh! Hai! Hai! Hai! Aur Karo! Kha jao meri choot ko. Meri choot sirf apke pyar ke liye bani hai. Zalim mat tarpao. Aur chooso! Tongue-fuck karo ” She was in throes of a super-orgasm.

I stroked my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. As I reached the top, my tongue caressed her clit which stuck out like a small erect penis, she gasped and shuddered at that touch. My tongue on her slit, I shook my head. Then I sucked her clit between my lips and put my middle finger into her cunt. I began to work it in and out of her pussy, to open it for better things.She moaned, “Yes, Karan, finger-fuck my pussy. Make me come continuously.” I licked Manisha’s delicious clit and lapped up the sex juices her pussy was leaking as I fucked her with my finger. Then I put another finger into her hot box and fucked her with two fingers. Manisha let out another moan, as she began rubbing her breasts, pulling her nipples and massaging her milk-jugs. Her hips started jerking as she pressed her pubic mound against my tongue.She wrapped her legs around my head and moaned, “Meri choot aur badan ko aag lagi hai. Oh Karan. Oh Karan. Suck me. Suck my wet pussy. Meri choot ko kha jao “. Her hips began to jerk uncontrollably and her pubis pushed against my teeth.She moaned out dirty talk. “Mere Sikander, meri choot aur chooso. I love it. Lick my clit. Oh yes. Use more fingers.” I put in another finger and fucked her pussy with all three. Keep on licking me. “Mujhe kuch ho raha hai. Ek toofan paeda ho raha hai. Mein aayi! Main aayi! Haye rabba, kitna mazaa aa raha hai. I’m coming. Suck me harder, Karan. Keep licking me. Oh, Karan. Chooso meri choot, chooso. Finger-fuck me harder. Jaldi-jaldi apni ungli andar-bahar karo. Doosre hath se mere chootad dabao. Oooh! Aur! Aur! “Manisha shuddered as she came, and I lapped up the juices that oozed from her tasty pussy. She shook and moaned my name while her legs held my face tightly against her muskiness. Finally, she was done and her legs released my head. “Oh yeah, Karan. You give great head, mere pyare chudaasoo. Mujhe pata hai ki tum chooste hi nahin, chodte bhi bahut acchi tarah se”My cock throbbed to get into the honeyed hole I had just been licking. “That’s just the beginning.””Are you going to put your hot cock in my cunny? I’m all juicy for you. Jaldi se apna loda meri choot mein dalo ” she was whimpering.

I got up and pulled Manisha to her feet and we kissed for a while, rubbing each other into a state of frenzy. Then I picked her slim body up and straightened her on the bed.”Kya karne ki tayyari ho rahi hai?” she asked with a smile.”Aaram se leto, Manisha, we’re going to fuck now. Mein ab tumhe chodoonga”.Manisha eagerly agreed, wiggling her hot little body at me with her pussy looking as inviting as a million bucks. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me with that big cock of yours, Karan.”She smiled at me, “Just start slow, loverboy. Meri pussy abhi tak kori hai. Stretch my cunny. Make it good and juicy before you ram it with your ghode-ka-lund.”grabbed my blue veined cock with her small hand, then as I leaned into her she guided it into her fuck hole. She moaned her desires, “First, enter me slowly. Let my choot get used to your bada dande jaisa lund. Later you can fuck me hard.”The head of my dick touched that hot wet tunnel and I wanted to drive every inch into her on the first thrust. But the feel of her hand guiding me reminded me of her plea for tenderness so I was able to hold back. I slowly pushed the red knob of my cock head into her. She moaned as our sex organs merged. As I pushed into her hot cunt she thrust her ass at me, taking more and more of my meat, until I was fully inside her sugar walls, pubic hairs entwined and my balls against her ass. I slowly pulled my cock out of her. The elastic lips of her cunt clung to my shaft, stretching as her hot hole slowly gave up my meat.

I began to push back in just as my tip slid out of her cunt. I fucked her in long, slow, steady strokes. With every stroke Manisha raised her ass to meet me. As she became accustomed to my presence she pushed her crotch up at mine with even more power, forcing my cock deeper into her slowly stretching vagina. I pushed into her even harder forcing her ass back to the bed with each thrust, my balls slapping her ass as my cockhead beat a slow rhythm against her cervix.She moaned, “Fuck me harder. Meri choot tumhare lund se marwaana chahti hai.” She reached behind her head and braced her arms against the wall. “Fuck me like an animal, Karan.”I grabbed her hips and fucked her fast and hard. I moaned and grunted savagely and she chanted “Fuck me, yes, Karan. Mujhe jee bhar ke chodo ” again and again. We fucked on that desk like wild beasts.Finally I could hold out no longer. “Manisha, I’m coming,” I announced.She smiled at me divinely, “Yes, lover. Come inside me. Fill me with your hot load!”Then she kissed me, sucking my tongue between her lips and breathing into me. That was all I needed. With a spastic lunge I buried my burning fuck-meat into Manisha’s pussy and rested the tip against her cervix. I erupted. Sperm boiled out of my nuts, through my reproductive plumbing, pumped through my pulsating shaft, and splattered white man-spunk in the buttery depths of her cozy, pink tunnel of love. I was possessed with desire. I wanted to kiss her forever and eternally pump sperm into her warm, welcoming cunt.As she felt my cock jerk in orgasm she came too. Manisha moaned, “I want you, Karan. I love your fucking hard cock. Yeh lund bas mere liye bana hai This cock is only for me). Iska mazaa le kar ab mein kisi aur ko is se khelne nahin doongi.”I answered “I want you too, Manisha” as I continued to orgasm in her warm, snug sheath. Her vaginal walls squeezed my spasming cock. Her hot pussy, with the added heat from my boiling load, kept me coming for a long time. I just kept on shooting deep in Manisha’s pussy until I couldn’t even stand up straight. She milked me with her wonderful lovebox until I was dry. Drained, I collapsed on her heaving breasts. We were both sweaty and breathing heavily from the power of our love-making.

Manisha said that this time wasn’t enough. She wanted to make love to me again and again, many more times. We kissed and spoke of love and lust in the afterglow. It was divine to be in Manisha’s arms, holding her in mine, my cock still inside her, kissing her and hearing her sexy voice telling me how sexy I was. I nibbled her earlobes as she whispered in mine, and after a while I got hard again. She wrapped her legs around my back and we fucked again, slower and less urgently this time. It was no less a beautiful fuck, though. After she came, her vaginal walls squeezing and gripping my cock, pumping the come out of me, I came again.Finally my softening tool slipped out of Manisha’s warm, wet, wonderful pussy. We dressed and straightened the room hoping that we left no clues for the cleaning staff. Then we made plans to do it again the next day.Manisha and I made love several times while we were in Jaipur, and every time has been as good as the first. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her blowjobs or her wet and wonderful pussy, and she loved my tongue action almost as much as the way my fat cock fills her up. I told her “Jaipur ko pink city kehte hain, par mujhe to tumhari pink-slitty hee yaad rahegi “.Now we are back and have reverted to our discreet routine lives, but, are planning a trip to relive the beautiful moments. As soon as I come back from this planned holiday with her, i’ll let you know how it went. Comments from all are welcome. Any ladies from in and around bangalore, do call me for true pleasure. Will have lots of fun. Secrecy assured.