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Hi ISS readers this is Shams, based at Mumbai, 31 yr old married, having a Kid. I have been reading stories since last many months but never ever thought of posting one of mine. This is the first time I decided to do it only for the readers.

It happened 2 years back, I was working for a bank as an Asst Manager in loan collections, I had to call up a customer of mine who had missed his payments and as it was month end closing, I was aggressively following up with him for payments. He was avoiding my calls and hence I thought I will message him and remind of his payment date. I sent a message and didn’t get a reply from his side. I tried sending him messages after 7 pm but all my efforts in vain. Neither the phone was picked up nor were messages replied. I still remember it was a Sunday morning when I got a reply from that number asking as to who is sending this messages. I introduced myself on the reply and asked for the due payment. I was surprised to know that it was a wrong number and I was asking the payment from a wrong person. I quickly apologized and sent a sorry message. The reply from the other side complimented my decency and asked details about me and my work. After giving all my details, I asked for the person’s name that I was unintentionally troubling all these days. The reply was: I m Anita, a school teacher, staying in Borivali. That day on we started exchanging messages which included, jokes, sentimental messages, friendship ones, etc. I learnt that she is in her early 40’s having a son who is in college and she stays with her Husband.

Our friendship continued for almost a month, we started sharing all sorts of Veg and non veg jokes. She was very naughty but very happy go lucky type. She never use to go along nicely with her husband and they use to fight always. She also told me that its been years that they have not been sleeping together. She always expressed the desire to meet me as she liked talking to me and enjoyed my company over phone. The only hitch was timings. I was always busy and hardly had time to step out of office during working hours and she cannot come to meet me after 6 pm. One fine day, I had to visit a customer in Malad at 2 pm. I called her and told her if she can make it at around 3pm at Borivili station near ticket window. She readily agreed and we decided we will meet that day. I reached there on time. She was caught up in traffic; I was talking to her all the way. It was very difficult to identify her hence I had asked her to wear a black colour saree. I was in formals, wearing a white shirt over a dark blue pant and wearing a blue color tie. I saw many ladies in their late 40’s wearing black saree and walking near the station. With every lady walking towards the station my heart uses to start pumping faster thinking if she is the same. After around 20 mins, I felt someone standing behind me and tapping on my shoulder. It was Anita. Oh gosh!!!! I never imagined her to be like this. She was looking preety young, may be around early 30’s, with a perfect body, 38-31-38, wearing a light green colour saree (purposely not wore a black one as she wanted to see who I am first), long silky hair, fair, brown eyes. I got flattered. I was speechless. She said HI!!! I am Anita. Looking for me? I said yes in a trembling voice… she said lets sit somewhere and have a cup of tea if you have sometime for me. I said ofcourse and followed her to a restaurant.

She was sitting right infront of me and people in the restaurant (it was full with college going guys n gals) were watching her beauty. I was feeling proud and lucky to have such a beautiful lady with me. She was staring at me and I was feeling shy. After sometime she started laughing, she asked me why am I so nervous. Haven’t gone out with a girl anytime in life? I said I have been with lot of them but still I am nervous today. She just looked in to my eyes and holded my hand. I was cold. She started rubbing my hand and said, see how cold you are. My presence doesn’t make you feel hot? I just gave a look at her and smiled. I said boldly, yes you do make me feel hot, but this is not the place to show how hot u makes me feel. By the time we finished our tea, we both were hot. She asked me if I can accompany her to her place which is just 15 mins aways and there is no one at home today. Her husband had gone for an official trip and son for a college picnic. I agreed and we both sat in the Auto. He was sitting very close to me and her perfume was driving me crazy. Her skin was smooth and as white as milk. I was holding her hand and she was slowly massaging it as if she wants to make love to me now.

After reaching her place, I saw her house was an independent bunglow, with a small beautiful garden outside. We entered and she made me feel comfortable in the drawing room. She went inside the kitchen and brought a glass of water for me. I holded her hand and pulled her towards me. She said not here, lets go in.

My heart was in my mouth and I was not knowing whats happening. I followed her to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the huge bed. She sat beside me holding my hand. I couldn’t resist it. I went to her face and started kissing her on her lips. She too opened her mouth and started participating, I slowly opened her hair by removing the hair clip and let the silky brown hair fall on my shoulder. We are engrossed kissing each other, our tongue met, and we started tasting each others saliva. That was the longest kiss I have ever had. It lasted for more than 15 mins. We both were breathing very heavily. After we parted, I started undressing her. I love undressing a lady especially in a saree. I went slowly towards her pallu and slid it down exposing her huge melons. Her blouse had a deep neck which exposed most of her breast. With her breathing heavily, her breast movement made me crazier. I undid her saree and started staring at her. She was feeling shy now. Only in her light green petticoat and deep neck blouse she was looking like a sex godess. She tried coving her breast with both her hands, but I forcefully moved them apart and planted a kiss over her neck. She started moving her finger in my hair and I started licking her neck with my tongue. She started moaning….I loved her moan and was getting more and more horny increasing my licking speed. I started removing her blouse as I wanted to see those huge melons naked. They were exposed the next moment and I saw the world best pair of boobs boucning in front of me. She was breathing heavily now and her moan was making me crazy. I started working on her boobs one by one. With one in my hand, I started licking the areola of the other slowly giving a slight tickle to her now pointed nipples. She whispered in my ears “ Suck them, bite them, squeeze them hard”. Hearing these words I became very aggressive and started pressing her boobs biting her nipples one by one. He breast had become hard by now and I was enjoying them fully as if I am sucking a ripe mango. I made her lie on the bed then and pulled her petticoat string, removed it and was surpised to see she was not wearing a panty inside (she loves that way sometimes she said), I was astonished to see a beautifully clean shaven pussy dripping juice and waiting for me suck. I lowered by head on it and she made a load moan ahhhhhhhhhh….anticipating what was in store for her next. I parted her lower lips with my finger, saw her g spot and slowly tickled it with my tongue sending shiver to her body. She started shivering with excitement. Now I stared licking her pussy moving my tongue over her g spot, licking it, sucking it, biting and pulling it with my lips. She started moaning loudly and with her loud moan I was becoming more and more fast and aggressive. She was on the verge of her first orgasm, she shouted “ I am cuming”, I started working faster now and there she came. She shot all her load on my face and I happily drank everything. She was exhausted. She complimented me for my work and said it was the best orgasm she got it in her life. I told her to wait and watch what’s next.

To be continued……..

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She hides behind a tree; her heart is pumping so loudly that she's scared it will give her hiding place away. She can hear him, searching for her, he's so very close she feels, a branch snaps and she holds her breath, wishing her heart wasn't so loud. Why had she gotten into his car so easily? After everything her mother had told her! WHY had she been so trusting? A noise - just by her! She turns to see him looking at her! She squeals in shock and runs away as his hands reach out to grab...

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Night Skies Hotel XI Humanitys Birthright I In the Eye of the Beholder

Synopsis of the Night Skies Hotel Universe: Centuries ago, two world- spanning civilizations made first contact via technology that enabled access to multiple realities. Each civilization was unique in the sense that a single sex dominated it -- Terra's Patriarchy by males, and Gaia's Sisterhood by females. Gaia was the more artistic of the two, had closer links to nature and was more advanced than Terra in some of the sciences, such as biology and physics. Terra, on the other hand, had...

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Night Skies Hotel XII Humanitys Birthright II The Antediluvian Age

Synopsis of the Night Skies Hotel Universe: Centuries ago, two world- spanning civilizations made first contact via technology that enabled access to multiple realities. Each civilization was unique in the sense that a single sex dominated it -- Terra's Patriarchy by males, and Gaia's Sisterhood by females. Gaia was the more artistic of the two, had closer links to nature and was more advanced than Terra in some of the sciences, such as biology and physics. Terra, on the other hand, had...

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Night Skies Hotel XIII Humanitys Birthright III Twilights Sword

Synopsis of the Night Skies Hotel Universe: Centuries ago, two world- spanning civilizations made first contact via technology that enabled access to multiple realities. Each civilization was unique in the sense that a single sex dominated it - Terra's Patriarchy by males, and Gaia's Sisterhood by females. Gaia was the more artistic of the two, had closer links to nature and was more advanced than Terra in some of the sciences, such as biology and physics. Terra, on the other hand, had...

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Rightica

Title: Female submissive Right of Male Dominant Act. Be it Hereby Enacted by Rightica Congress. Preamble: Females are hereby stripped of all rights and privileges given to them in Pre-Rightica territories. Rightica will now be a male dominant country, with Females acting it servitude to the Male cause as necessary and deemed by Male head of house. Legal marriage of Female enacts right of property clause. Section 1: Females are rights and property as well as economical entities and may be...

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Jax Brightsteel Sword for Hire

Here I am once again broke. The port of Summers Kiss is a beautiful place, but not for a sell sword in times of peace. Don’t get me wrong, peace is great, but I am in desperate need of a job. Summers Kiss is a bustling city on the west coast of the kingdom of Aereon. Full of merchant ships coming in with goods from all over the world. Silks from the far east across the ocean, furs from the northern cities of Wintervale where the orcs dwell in the mountains and fine jewelry from the southern...

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Camping gone right1

by Barron I felt the warm sun baking my face through the tent. I lifted my head from my pillow and saw the other guys were still sleeping. I slowly crawled out of my sleeping bag, grabbed my swimming trunks and went through the tent opening. I instantly felt the rough grass that grew on the front lawn of Ryan’s childhood home. I had came here with my youth group and just got here last night. I slowly stood up and put on my shoes, after tying them I started to sprint across the lawn...

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The Remaking of Anna Plowright

Prologue Anna Plowright trudged grimly along the country lane towards her cottage still two kilometres distant. She was soaked to the skin. The rain bucketed down and reduced her hair to a stringy ruin, and found every available gap in her clothing to trickle down her back and between her breasts. When she had set out that morning for her daily ten-kilometre walk with the dog, the sun had been shining, the skies clear. Then apparently from out of nowhere clouds began to rapidly pile up, and...

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Edward Albrights One Good Review

The party was already in full swing when I arrived. It had the feeling of a party from my student days. Even the music was from another era. I mean … Girl from Ipanema? Who plays that at a party in this day and age? Well … clearly Marina does. But you know what I mean. Aside from the music, the first thing that I heard as I let myself in through the unlocked front door was Tyler Mason’s unmistakeable voice. ‘Gosh! George! This is a surprise. I thought that you were in New York.’ ‘New York?...

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From Far Righter to Cum Dump for Arabs

[This is true a story about an experience I had with a girl met on tinder]Her name was Océane. A 3rd year university law student. She grew up in small french village with almost no people of colour living it, and as you might imagine, the people and her family in that village had a irrational fear and disliking for foreigners, especially for North Africans and arabs (such as myself). Growing up, Mathilde shared similar views as her parents and friends in the village (which is understandable,...

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Another pretty good sex story from brighteyes lon

Alright, so I had been out all day and night with my girlfriend and her mom. We just went in city for shopping, food, ect. At Walmart, after I walked off from my girl to go piss, I came back and she hadn't seen me. I wanted to see how she would react to this. I walked up behind her and grabbed a big handful of ass and rubbed my hand down her thigh. She was wearing some extremely short shorts, yes jean daisydukes pretty much. She freaked at first and then realized it was me and then she was ok....

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Dazzling Darkness Brightless Light

Dazzling Darkness, Brightless Light by Sagista Warning: This story contains graphic descriptions of violence, and contains sex and other adult themes including sex change. If these things offend you, do not read this story. Note: This story is based in the same story world as my short story I wrote (as Cleo Kraft) called "Dash." ------------- "Water buddy? Water?" "Away from me you slothy beggerman!" Blue green light wave-flickered on then off then on over and...

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My First time having gay sex dude was a staright

Background info : I am a bi-sexual young black male, i am mid 20s and i have only had sex with girls but i have always SECRETLY been turned on by guys. Lately my curiosity has turned into and deep sexual urge that is beyond my control.There's this guy: There is this guy that lives below me, VERY sexy he's slim tall, very masculine, he dresses and acts like a thug even though he isn't he has baby dreads, he reminds me of a younger hood version of Micheal ealy( Ricky from barber shoo movie). As...

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Rightous Wife

Author: Jon Maddux Written as a project for alesha4all! I hope its everything you wanted it to be!Righteous WifeCHAPTER 1:    My uncle Frank is on his death bed, dying of lung cancer, his 3 pack a day habit finally caught up with him.  He is 11 years older than me and for some reason has called me to his side, of course I can’t refuse.    I enter the room and he waves everyone else out and it’s now just the two of us. ?Jon, I need you to do something for me.  I know I can trust you and it would...

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Lovebright Academy The Real Story

Some of you may remember a wonderfully funny story by Downing Street a while back called "LOVEBRIGHT ACADEMY." Now Downing Street is one of my favorite authors, but he has his squiks and this made him to pull a few punches in his tale. I happen to be Chairman of the Board of Governors of Lovebright Academy, so I know the whole story. I don't want to call too much attention to Downing's omissions, so with his permission, I've decided just to re-post his story, inserting the needed additions...

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The United Kingdom of Zoo A fake BBC documentary seriesS13 E08 Angelica Wrightson 44 from St Helens

We start this week’s show with establishing shots of a sprawling red-brick and glass, modern further education complex. The three-story buildings are topped (and sometimes sided) with sloping black roofs and surrounded by flat green lawns. A few young geeky students move around from one building to another. In the final shot, infront of a green sign (on the wall of one of the buildings) that reads “Mersey University Centre Technology – St Helens Campus” – and then, stepping infront of the...

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Mr BrightsideChapter 8

"I can't believe you!" Suzanne said after hearing Jen's story. "So what happened at the Marriot?" Jen couldn't help laughing. "Nothing. We played a little. I teased a few guys. And then we went home." "Did you tell Michael about David, or the dyke?" "No. I decided not to. It was like Carlos and the old man in the alley. It was so demented, I was afraid of what he might do." "You mean he'd be pissed? I thought he was into this." "Exactly. I was afraid he'd like it too...

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