Married Woman Ishika 8217 s Sexual Invasions 8211 Part 3
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I asked Krish, “When is my flight to Mumbai? I have finished the project here.”
I was in Puttulam, a town in Sri Lanka for the last one week. Every day, I returned to the hotel late after work and was too tired to even think of sightseeing. I would crash on the bed. Now, I was homesick, or fuck sick, I missed out all the fun and fucking in the office. I wanted to go back and engage all those eight hungry cocks.
Krish hesitated and said, “There is a small problem. You have to go back to Colombo after ten days. Another project.”
I sighed and said, “So be it. I will come back after ten days, Book my flight to Mumbai.”
Krish said, “Hmm. We miss you too. I recommended that you richly deserve a paid holiday for all your hard work, sincerity and brilliant ideas during brainstorming sessions. Head office readily agreed. So, enjoy the Srilankan beaches, hills and of course, some heavy-duty fucking with Sri Lankan cocks.”
I laughed and said, “Are you joking? I hardly know anyone here.”
Krish said, ”You need not know anyone. Even if you are in a burqa, you will make men wet their pants with cum.”
I suddenly recalled my fucking rendezvous while in a burqa.
Once, I was killing time in a movie theater to give quality fuck time to Kavya, my roommate.
The movie was good and I was absorbed when I felt someone’s hot gaze on my boobs. I turned and looked. One young man in his late teens was seated on the corner seat of my row and he was staring at my boob profile. He suddenly looked at the screen when he saw that I noticed.
The theater had only a handful of people, scattered around. I suddenly became horny. What turned me on, I still don’t know. I turned sideways in my seat, draped one arm over the headrest of the adjacent seat so that he had a full view of my boobs.
When he looked at me again, his jaw dropped. I had unbuttoned the top two buttons of my top, exposing cleavage provocatively. He gulped, undecided what to do.
I smiled and patted the vacant seat next to me and gestured. He came, sat and our thighs were brushing. He said, “Hi.”
I smiled and said, “Hi. Why are you watching me instead of the movie?”
He stammered, “You are beautiful…and sexy. More interesting than the movie.”
He was tall, lanky and had large eyes with long eyelashes that any girl would die for, and a sensuous mouth.
I moved closer and our arms were touching warmly. I asked him, “What do you like in me?”
Now, he was getting confident, he said, “Your smile, boobs and friendliness.”
I grabbed his face and kissed him and he didn’t waste time, he grabbed my tits and squeezed. He was a good kisser.
I whispered in his ear, “Do you have any place? I hate to go to hotels.”
He left my tits and got up and said, “Come on, Let’s go.”
I was puzzled and followed him. I expected him to say that he did not have any, and I thought I would give him a blow job and make him lick me if it was possible.
As we were leaving, I asked him, “Where are we going?”
He said, “My home.”
I stopped in my tracks and said, “Are you crazy?”
He smiled and said, “No. No one is at home. my parents went to another town to attend a marriage. My sister will come in the evening from college. She asked me to collect her burqa.”
He took a burqa from a bag and asked me to put it on.
As I was putting it on I asked him, “What is your plan?”
He said, “We will go home and fuck until evening. The neighbours will think you are my sister. Then I will drop you wherever you want, take the burqa and pick up my sister from college.”
I smiled at his audacity and I was further excited on the scooter ride by the stares of men. Even the burqa was unable to hide the swell and swaying of my boobs and my sitting posture was firing the imagination of lusty men.
When he parked his scooter near his home in a middle-class neighborhood, and as we started walking, he hissed under his breath, “Please don’t walk like a ramp model in burqa. See how other women are walking.”
I realized that I was walking as normally as I do, confident, erect and seductive. Many women with big breasts tend to slouch and walk slowly so that their tits don’t sway or invite male gazes. I am the opposite. If women die of jealousy when they see my bouncing boobs and swaying hips, so be it. If men imagine squeezing my tits and fuck me on their car bonnets or masturbate at night, so be it.
I observed how burqa-clad women were walking and emulated them. He waved and talked to neighbours and they assumed that I was his sister.
As soon as we entered his house and bolted the door, he pounced like a hungry lion. While kissing hungrily, he almost ripped off my clothes and I removed his. He threw me on the bed and sucked and squeezed my tits and fingering my overflowing cunt.
He was still in his underwear and before I pulled it down, he moved south and buried his head in my crotch and licked expertly. I had an orgasm quickly and pulled him up by his hair.
I bit his ear and hissed in his ear, “Now, fuck me.” and tried to grab his cock. He quickly moved away.
I was puzzled, and asked, “What is wrong?”
He was embarrassed and mumbled, “You may run away if you see my cock like many women. They were scared to get it in.”
I almost laughed, but controlled and said with a smile, “It doesn’t look like it is a foot long, Let me see and decide.”
He was still scared and I lost my cool and shouted at him. “If you knew you had a problem with your cock, why all this drama? Why take all this trouble?”
He said, timidly, “I am sorry, I thought you would be excited to fuck. Now, I am scared.”
In one stride, I jumped and pulled down his underwear. I was stunned. His cock was normal in length but much thicker than normal. At my touch, his cock became hard and was jumping. I could understand why women were scared, his thick cock would stretch the cunts and that could be painful.
But, I was not the one who can be daunted, challenges motivate me. I was fucked by real big cocks but this thick cock would be a new challenge.
I kissed him and told him, “Don’t be scared, I will take it. Bring vaseline and apply liberally on your cock and in my cunt.”
He was thrilled and happy, he sucked and played with my tits, and licked cunt hungrily. I could only lick his dickhead, even if I stretched my mouth full to take it in my mouth, my teeth were raking, so I avoided it.
When he rubbed dickhead on my very wet cunt lips, I gritted my teeth, smiled and asked him to insert slowly.
I told myself that babies come through here, and his dickhead was not as thick as a baby’s head. I relaxed my cunt muscles as he slowly pushed it in. Slowly, slowly it went in like a snake gobbles a rabbit. Of course, there was pain, accompanied by pleasure.
He buried his cock deep inside, kissed and thanked me. Within a few minutes, he filled my cunt with a load of cum. He was scared and was nervously waiting for my reaction.
This was a crucial moment. This could either make or break his future fuck life. If I ridicule, laugh and make fun, he and his cock will go into a shell.
I smiled, kissed and ruffled his hair, and said, “You did well. With each fuck, you will gain confidence. Get ready for the next round.”
His face lit up like a thousand-watt bulb. Next round, he fucked hard and I taught him how to delay the trigger point. This time, he fucked for twenty minutes non-stop and I told him to cum in my mouth. I almost gagged by the force and amount of cum, he kept pumping on and on.
When I was freshening up, suddenly he exclaimed, “My God, it is almost time, I have to pick up my sister from college.”
We hurriedly dressed up and left. I tried to conceal but I had trouble walking. He dropped me at the theater, and I gave him the burqa.
“Are you there Ishika?” Krish was asking.
I came into this world from my reverie. Krish’s mention of the burqa took me down memory lane.
I said, “Yes, Krish. I will plan my sightseeing and book a cab.”
Krish said, “No worries. It is taken care of. I booked an Innova and a young driver. You check out of this hotel and check into a hotel after nightfall. There is no need to come back to this hotel every day.”
I smiled and said, “Why Innova? I am alone.”
Krish said, mischievously, “If I know you, before evening, your car will be full with cocks and there will be no place for you to sit, except in their laps, with dick inside your cunt.”
I laughed and said, “You are exaggerating.”
Krish said, “No. I am not. I wanted to book an A.C bus but your friends and well-wishers in the office, especially Anita, dissuaded me. She insisted Innova load of cocks is ok but not a bus-load. Even Ishika cannot handle a busload of cocks for 10 days.”
I said, “How sweet of Anita? Thank her and others from me for preventing you from making a stupid mistake.”
We both laughed and said goodbye.
I checked out and my luggage was put in the car. The driver seemed to be in his late teens or early twenties. He greeted me politely and opened the backseat door.
As we moved out, he looked at me in the rearview mirror and asked me, “Where do you want to go, Ma’am?”
I said, “I have a clear 10 days for sightseeing. I leave it to you to plan our itinerary. What is your name?”
He said, “Sanat, Ma’am.”
I saw him checking me out. I wore a sleeveless white top and tattered jeans which showed my thighs. I removed the stihl and my bare arms, shoulders were visible and if I leaned forward, my cleavage would feast Sanat’s eyes, I saw Sanat adjusting the mirror to see my cleavage and I leaned forward while talking to him.
I said, “Sanat, let us have tea at someplace and discuss where to go.”
He stopped at a roadside dhaba-like joint. We were the only customers. He sat on my right side and I could see the bulge in his trousers.
I was also horny, last week, I was completely tied up in work and missed out on fucking. While in office, I was used to heavy-duty fucking by eight cocks. Those memories opened the tap of my cunt.
I touched his arm when talking about his family, work, education while having tea. I smiled at his jumping cock.
He asked hesitantly, “Ma’am, what would you like to see? Regular tourist spots or virgin forests, waterfalls, beaches and lakes?”
I smiled seductively and said, “Any exciting place is fine.”
He tried to avoid looking at my cleavage and my ripe mango-like boobs as he talked about the nearby waterfalls, forests and other spots. I also did not make things easy for him, by constantly patting and rubbing his hands.
After having tea, I sat in the front seat. His eyes were like saucers when he saw me bending, pulling the seat belt and putting it on. I adjusted the seat belt provocatively so that it squeezed the boobs.
I asked about his girlfriend, he didn’t have one and was a virgin. I was further turned on.
He took me to a nearby waterfall, and we saw many elephants bathing. The breathtaking view and cool air were quite refreshing.
As I was about to get down, he again glanced at my boobs and thighs.
I said with a smile, “I am observing that you are checking me out all the time. What is the big idea?”
To be continued.
Author’s Note:
I thank Ishika for sharing her fabulous experiences. Unlike in my other stories, there was no need to add spice since the actual events are mind-boggling. Please send your comments and suggestions to and
Please do not ask for sex chats, role play, etc., in fan mail. She will not respond. She is a highly educated, top-level manager and richly deserves admiration and respect for her zest for life, fun, sex. The fan mails should reflect that and not sleazy and hurtful comments.
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