Sexual Encounter In Bangalore Over Brunch
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Sunday mornings in the Constantini house had traditionally been rather quiet affairs. People rose late, and while in the past Roger had often left to play golf, lately he had been staying home more and more, watching sports on television, rather than getting out and playing himself. Carol and Niki had never been the church going types, so when their families merged, they continued with their usual late breakfast, sometimes going shopping or to a movie.
Carol rose later than normal, brushing off the lateness as being due to their long trip, as well as some residual jet lag. After completing her morning toilette, she went downstairs to the kitchen, a bit surprised to see her daughter’s door open, though she was not inside. Niki had always kept her door closed in the past, a teenager’s need for privacy and sanctuary assured behind the closed door. Not today though. At least she had made her bed, she had trained her well, Carol mused, heading to the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee reaching her nostrils as she descended the carpeted stairs.
Presented with the still shocking view of her daughter’s backside, Carol stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, ready to voice her complaint as Niki turned back to the table with a slice of toast on a plate.
“See, towel, I listened” Niki spoke up, pointing to the towel on her chair before sitting down and scooting the chair up the table slightly. She knew her mother did not understand her actions, and if she knew everything that was going on she’d like have a fit, so Niki tried to act as normal as possible. Sitting and eating a late breakfast snack as if it was any other Sunday, she made small talk with her mother, slowly drawing her out of her planned protest.
“Roger already ate I think, he’s in his den working on something. Max went to get some gas for the mower. He hired a neighbor kid to do it since the last guy just up and quit on us”. Informing her mother of the other’s whereabouts reminded her about meeting Trent early this morning.
She had gotten up early, Max’s rules well affirmed in her mind, and padded silently down the stairs and outside, letting Cooper out at the same time. The early morning dew was damp on her feet as she again moved over to her usual spot, trusting to the early hour to shield her from her parent’s eyes. She had just about finished watering the grass when she heard a ‘Psst’ and saw a couple fingers waggling in Trent’s knothole. Looking around, sensing the house was still fast asleep, she moved over to the fence and knelt down. “Hey”
“Hey you, um, parents are back huh?” Trent had asked. He had seen them all come home yesterday, and he had assumed that the fun games that had begun over the last few weeks would be at an end. Still, he had hoped that Niki would keep to her routine, and his patience had been rewarded when he saw her come outside in the early morning quiet.
“Yeah, they came home, um, sorry but things might not be so, entertaining” she had told her friend with a bit of a blush.
“Yeah, but you are still naked??” Trent’s voice was a bit incredulous.
“Uh huh, that they can handle, Max figured, he told them I was a nudist, so, well, yeah. But you know, the other stuff with Cooper. I mean, you know, like what happened last time you mowed, and stuff”. Niki was talking soft, and stammering slightly, discussing the way she had mated with Cooper in front of him was a little awkward, though she was long past being embarrassed about it with him, or Cyndi, or Max of course. Blushing, she realized both Roach and Jenna had also seen her act that way, along with the principal that one night at his home.
“Oh, I see”. Trent had been quiet for a moment, looking through the hole at the naked girl, disappointed that she would not be doing everything she had done before. To be honest with himself, once he saw that her parents were back, he had assumed she’d not even be outside. He had just hoped. And seeing her naked was a definite surprise, and he did not want to make her think he was not appreciative. Still, it was a long way from watching her cavort with multiple dogs in the grass, the memory of that day still giving him plenty of masturbatory fantasy material.
“Maybe, um” he had said, stopping, unsure
“Maybe what, hmm?” Niki had continued, smiling at his obvious eagerness. She felt a bit of a shiver as she squatted in the grass, her body almost completely in view to his keyhole’d gaze. She glanced back at the house again, not detecting any movement or lights coming on.
“Maybe he could just lick you quick before you go back in? I would really like to see...” Trent had pleaded, stopping as Niki appeared to look shocked. “No, I’m sorry, really, you have to be careful with your folks home, I just really, you know.”
Niki had almost jerked when he had made his suggestion, though not exactly for the reason he thought. Her mind, warmed up and randy from simply squatting and being looked at, had just been contemplating if she dared give him a little peek, a tiny show. She knew she was kidding herself. Cooper was not a dog to toy with, and if she started anything he was likely to want to finish it. It was one thing to do late at night in the dark, it was another to repeat the action this morning, when her mom and dad could get up at any time. Of course, they would likely never come out back, and the likelihood of them looking out the only two small windows that could see this corner of the yard was slim. Perhaps it was the danger, perhaps it was simply the thought of being so naughty, but she had been sorely tempted already. And then he had asked out loud, mirroring her thoughts.
“No, um, it’s ok, I get it ... I think I would want to see that too if I was a guy!”. She had played off her startlement as best she could, but she could already feel her pussy beginning to swell with fluid, eager to be licked. And more.
Moving back away from the fence, Niki had gotten back to her feet and crossed the yard to where Cooper was busy sniffing along some bushes. Ruffling his neck fur, she had tried to get his attention, but he only gave her a quick sniff and a lick before returning to the amazing scent he had found in the shrubbery. Squatting down, she parted her legs and patted her sex, encouraging the beast, to no avail. Just as she was about to try more direct measures, she thought she heard something from inside the house, and so she shot back up to a standing position. With a shrug and a glance over at the knothole, she had headed back inside, sure that Trent would understand her need to be careful.
Trent’s hand on his hard shaft slowed as he watched Niki walk naked and beautiful back into the house. Sure, he had wanted to see her play with the dog again, or even herself! That would have been hot. Still, she was gorgeous, and nude, and so fucking hot, he did not mind. Closing his eyes and imagining that she had not gone inside, but rather had laid back and let the dog lick her to orgasm, he soon found his cum boiling up from his balls and spraying out to pepper the side of the fence. He could not wait to go over and mow their lawn, sure that he would get to see her again. Closer.
Carol kept looking at her naked daughter and trying to understand why she would expose herself so. When Roger came in to refresh his coffee, she had caught his casual glance at Niki’s naked breasts. Of course he wasn’t complaining about Niki’s sudden interest in naturism, she thought, her irritation percolating like an old time coffee pot. Sniffing in disapproval, she tried to passively ensure everyone knew she was not happy with the current situation, not happy at all.
Roger was ignoring the football game he and Max had been watching. Max had just sent his stepsister out to give the kid mowing the lawn a cool drink, and she had simply got up from her curled up spot on the couch, set down her ipad, and obeyed. He still could not quite get used to seeing all of her bits and pieces, and as she had walked into the kitchen, his eyes had tracked her every movement. He glanced at his son, catching him watching him watch Niki, and quickly averted his eyes, awkward at being caught out.
“She does not seem the same as before. She barely would give you the time of day and now you can just tell her to do something and she does it?”
Max’s smile of satisfaction, brought about by the eager way his father’s eyes had traced Niki’s path, faded from his face as he answered his father. “Yeah, well, you could say we came to a better understanding of each other while you were gone. You have to admit, she looks happy. If you don’t believe me, ask her when she gets back”. He could tell his father was hooked now, and the time when he could once again snap his fingers and have Niki sucking him off while he watched TV was not that far away. His only worry had been that his dad would have been uninterested in Niki and what she was doing, too wrapped up in his own affairs. But it was clear the sight of teenage flesh was keeping Roger interested and curious. It was still going to take some time, but Max was confident now that things would be even better than before, once he got Roger used to things. He sensed that his dad would take care of his step mom, since he was already starting to make her keep quiet about anything and everything that had to do with Niki. He was actually a bit surprised his dad was being assertive. It had been a long time since he had acted anything like that - maybe the honeymoon phase was over, and he was as eager to assert some control over his wife as Max was over, well, almost everyone!
Watching as Niki came back in and sat down, adjusting her towel slightly, Max could smell the light sheen of sweat on her body and the distinctive odor of fresh cut grass clinging to her skin. “Good girl, we need to keep Trent happy, unless you want to start mowing the lawn?”
‘No!” Niki said quickly, the mere thought of pushing the mower around the backyard was terrifying. Hot, sweaty, and definitely ‘not fun’.
Laughing, sharing a knowing look with his father, he turned his attention back to the game noting how Niki continued to sit rather demurely, not casually unconcerned like the previous week. Something else he was going to change. When his father left to use the restroom, he leaned over and told Niki softy, “I want you to keep your knees 6 inches apart at a minimum, and more like 18 inches when you are at the dinner table. They got used to you pretty quick. I don’t need you to be lewd, but no hiding. And Cooper needs a better target at dinner don’t you think?” He watched as Niki assimilated his new orders, her eyes growing a bit wide at the mention of Cooper and the dinner table.
“Trust me, I won’t leave you to be shamed or ridiculed by your mother. We will get back to our life soon enough” Max told her, assuming that she wanted exactly what he wanted, whether she did or not. He had gotten used to having a dog fucking piss licking slut of a sister at his beck and call, and he had no intentions of doing without, assuming his plans to get his dad on board with at least allowing such things continued to succeed. Sure, his plans could all come to a screeching halt, but he thought not. Even Carol could have protested more, he mused, so there was even more hints of hope. Nki sat for a long moment, obediently parting her legs a little bit as she thought about the ramifications of what her brother had just said. He was hell bent on getting things back to where she would likely be naked and sucking on him whenever he wanted, even if her mother or father were there. The idea of her kneeling and sucking on him while they perhaps watched sent tingles down to her sex that were hard to ignore. She was not sure just how much she really loved all of this, and she had long thought that no matter how bad it was, it was going to end soon. At least in the beginning. She realized, with a bit of an eye opening start, that for the last week she had not even thought about her naked time ending, rather she had been a bit concerned that she might miss some of the fun. Had she really changed that much? Feeling herself getting slightly damp, she realized that perhaps she had. She had no idea how Max was going to explain the dog, but somehow, she just knew he was. And that thought sent another wave of delicious anticipation coursing through her body. She really was a slut, she thought, the idea of being watched while a dog, or dogs, fucked her should make her ashamed. Instead, it simply made her hot.
Carol called them all for dinner later that evening, barely glancing at her naked daughter curled up on the couch near Max. As they all got up and made their way to the table, Max motioned for his step-mom to sit down. “While you were gone, I began having Niki wait on me during meals, bringing out the dessert, etc. Last night was an exception, being your first night back. I told her that she needed to get back to work and show everyone just how much she appreciates all that we do for her, and that included you, mom, for cooking, and you, dad, for providing us with the means to live like we do. Don’t worry, she will still eat, but she will also make sure we have everything we need.”
NIki looked at her brother sharply. She had not done any such thing while her parents were gone, though in some ways she did ‘serve’ at the table. She realized that this was all part of his plan, getting them used to her in small ways that mirrored the bigger ways he had in mind. As simple of a task as filling water glasses and handing out food could be, she felt an odd little thrill about doing it as if she was ordered to
After Niki filled everyone’s glasses, and brought out the food from where her mother had set it on the counter, she went to her chair, still covered with the towel she had brought down this morning. She had left this one here, and taken another with her into the living room. She thought maybe she might get one more so that there could be one for the breakfast bar stools, or anywhere else. She had never really thought about making a mess before, and to be honest, she had not been sitting all that much, but she had to admit it made sense, even if her mother was being a bit snippy about it.
Catching Max’s glance, she blushed slightly and hooked her ankles around the front feet of her chair, parting her legs easily the eighteen inches he had required. Feeling her sex open, she shifted a bit, feeling rather naughty, though no one could see anything unless they crawled under the table. Or dropped a fork, she thought with a bit of a giggle.
“What’s so funny?”
Her mother’s voice brought her back to the present, and Niki quickly made up a story about something she had read online that day, and how just thinking about it again made her giggle.
Max had plans for this dinner, and the timing had to be right. So he waited. When he judged that it would be only a few more minutes before Niki would have to get up and serve dessert, he spoke up as if he had forgotten “Oh, shit, did you feed Cooper Niki? I can’t believe we forgot him upstairs! I’ll go let him out and you go fill his bowl!”
Less than a couple minutes later, the two returned to the table, Max again glancing at Niki to ensure her spread legged compliance, and as they finished their meal, they could all easily hear Cooper noisily eating in the other room. Max tried to slow his eating down long enough for Cooper to come in, not wanting Niki to get up for the dessert until after his little game. Smiling, he heard Cooper’s nails as he crossed the other room and came to see what everyone was doing.
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I wrote this story as a present for my wife, who loved it (she said), so I decided to post it to see what a less biased audience would make of it. It is rather long, and is in two parts, both of which have been submitted. It is my first submission and depending on the response, it may also be my last! It is written in British English. Though written in the first person, it is not autobiographical. All persons in sexual situations are 18 years old or older. The age of students in the final...
Sunday mornings were always my favourite. Whether it was as simple as a long lazy lie in, or sitting with a cuppa and just talking and feeling close, it always made me feel good.This particular Sunday felt different though. Coming round from an unusually deep sleep I had an odd feeling, like a pressure in the head. I suddenly realised I couldn’t hear anything and as a moment of panic ensued I opened my eyes, but in that moment something was placed over them.Thoughts racing, it was quickly clear...
My mom was divorced when I was very young. It was just her and me living together while I was growing up. I hate to admit but she was kind of slutty. And what excited me most was her sexy size 5 curvy high arched feet. And she used them like a weapon, dangling her stiletto high heels at just the right moment when men of interest were around. Although she was slutty, she was a religious slut, attending church every Sunday. This particular story happened when I was 14. We were driving to church...
Hello guys Hope everyone doing great and enjoy my true story Sorry again guys not very good English so grammar its not theirWe all enjoy our Sunday especially now it’s NFL Playoff guys into games so am I I just buy new big screen TV and love watching games at my on place.As I woke up on Sunday late morning around 11:30 am still im in my sweet bouquet layered baby doll (nitie) making coffee and doing dishes get my coffee sit on couch watching TV my cell phone ring one of good all Spanish she...
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So I got this opportunity to have sex with women of around 52 yrs of age. She is also like my aunty and her name is Nambana Khunur. She works in a bank as a clerk. Due to my banking transactions I need to visit bank and where I met and so to get the things done quickly I had made a pretty decent relationship with her. She is a divorcee her both sons are working abroad. So she feels lonely most of the times. She is around 5’4″ tall, fair complexioned and had the tightest of boobs. She also had...
Living on a Dead End Street~ Part One ~ Sunday and Monday by Ginny Wolf The clock said it was almost 10:30 on a Sunday night as I sat on my "beauty lounger" in the den. My was hair tightly set on 38 small brush rollers and covered with a pink hairnet. A layer of thick white cream covered my face in the kind of rock-hard facial that severely limited my ability to speak, with only my eyes visible under the beauty mask at work "softening and cleansing" my skin while giving me "deep...
“I told two of my girlfriends about our sex life over coffee today baby,” I tell my man with a self satisfied smile. “They are the same age as us. “I told them you think my big, firm ass is glorious and how you love licking and kissing my ass cheeks as foreplay while I watch in a mirror. “And how I love you licking me to multi-orgasms with my legs over your shoulders while I watch in a mirror. Before I blow your thick, nine-inch erection. “And sometimes we have an extra person, male or...
“I told two of my girlfriends about our sex life over coffee today baby,” I tell my man with a self satisfied smile. “They are the same page as us. “I told them you think my big, firm ass is glorious and how you love licking and kissing my ass cheeks as foreplay while I watch in a mirror. “And how I love you licking me to multi-orgasms with my legs over your shoulders while I watch in a mirror. Before I blow your thick, nine-inch erection. “And sometimes we have an extra person, male or...
It was 20 years ago that it happened. It was like a dream or a male version of that old movie "Starman". When I was about 30 years old something or "Someone" strange happened to me. I could only find time in my busy job to run or walk for an hour a week. I had recently bought myself a pick-up truck as a treat. I decided to go looking for a quiet place to walk or run in and I remembered a place called 'Heber Downs Conservation Area' where I had taken, my now wife, Joan on a few picnics and...
Editor’s Note: The next page is another extract from the journal of Mischa Doeple dated Sunday, December 5th. I guess today was Sunday. There are always more visitors on Sunday than any other day. I never get visitors but that’s a good thing. I never want to see any of my relatives except one and he can’t visit. But today, when I woke up, I was looking forward to seeing Bec’s family or her friends or whoever. How weird is that? I had another bad dream last night. I woke up in the middle...
Enzos Niki Saso was riding the city bus home from work. She had graduated the year before and was still undecided about college. She was a very attractive young woman with long wavy blonde hair. She watched the world through eyes that were sky blue and hidden behind copper framed glasses. The bus was about half full of riders of various ages. It had been a long day and she was tired and the motion of the bus relaxed her. She caught herself dozing every now and then she changed position in the...
Sunday Night Football Sissy It's no surprise that we love football here in Texas. We all head out to watch high school ball on Friday nights, and of course we love to cheer on our college boys on Saturdays. And the grown men dominate our Sundays. Especially if you're a sissy slut like me. I am a sissy cock slut who happily serves a small group of men here in town, and things took an interesting turn a few years back when I learned that Master David was an avid Cowboys fan, while...
Phil had moved to London because of his job. He had worked in the company's Leeds office, serving the North of England, but he had been the brainchild behind such a successful campaign for double glazing, that the firm had insisted he move to the National office in London. He had been reluctant at first, he really didn't want to leave his family and friends, but the new salary was just too good to turn down. He now lived in an expensive apartment, with a brand new sports car and a host of...
DAVE'S WET SUNDAY IN 1961 - WITH GODDESS GERALDINE It was a typical Sunday afternoon in England in late 1961, with the rain pouring down. My sister Wendy was expecting her best friend Geraldine to stop over for the night and they would both go off direct to school the following morning. Wendy and Geraldine were both 16 and I, Wendy's younger brother, Dave, was a couple of years younger at just 14. Our parents had gone out for the day to visit friends and were not expected back until...
David James moved up behind the skimpily clad, statuesque brunette and slid his arm around her waist. The girl, Emma Harris, flinched slightly and then appeared to relax as David whispered in her ear, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." David allowed his hand to drift upwards towards the girl's naked breast. In his opinion one of the few good things about the approaching Sa'arm invasion had been the sudden appearance of flesh amongst the female population. A fashion change that...
Five & Damon had shared an apartment for just over a year they were the best of friends but they both had totally different personalities. While Five was shy and very committed to his long-term girlfriend Joanne. Damon was loud and was in and out of relationships every other week. Five and Damon had an agreement on the apartment so to keep out of each others way the agreement was Wednesday to Saturday nights it was Five's night which meant Damon had to go out and Five had the apartment to...
Group SexMy Sundays I look forward to Sundays. It is my favorite day. I know Mondays are dreaded because of work, but for me, Sundays bring to my soul what I miss all week. We have a routine by now where the kids spend Saturday night at grandmas. My wife picks them up after dinner Sunday evenings. This arrangement allows us time to be alone and indulge in some of our kinkier activities. This is a real story, my wife is very tolerant of my other side and our marriage has been wonderful since she...
Magnus weaved through the drunken crowds on the subway platform. He skipped the escalator, preferring to take the steps two at a time before emerging into the long blue twilight typical of Stockholm summer nights. The air was eerily still for the windy city and already saturated with the smell of beer and cigarettes. He continued his steady, determined pace past a group of laughing young women with long hair and short skirts. They eyed him up and down and smiled with approval. A tall brunette...
Gay MaleSunday - the aftermath I woke up Monday morning after a long night of dreams. The front of my underwear wet and sticky. Wet dreams, like a teenager. At least I was lucky in my dreams. Reality was a frustrating bitch. My dreams starting coming back to me. I could see Mrs. Richards under me. I remember taking pleasure watching my dick push those big lips apart and then slide all the way in. She was tight and moaning. I doubt the dream was a long one. In any case, now I needed a shower and fresh...
Reluctance