Swingers First Time
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NOTE: THIS IS A PIECE OF FICTION AND MEANT FOR EROTIC READING. ANY RESEMBLANCES IN REAL LIFE PURELY COINCIDENTAL, UNINTENDED AND REGRETTED
Hi there! I am Shruti from Pune. I am fair skinned girl of 24. I am 5ft. 6in tall. I have (as mentioned by my near & dears) a cute round face, brown eyes, shoulder length black hair and a voluptuous figure (36-26-36). I was married to Asutosh in January this year. He is a Zonal Finance Head for some MNC here and I work as a personal assistant to a Vice-President of a software company. We have our share of different bed partners ;-) due to our work environment. I have a habit of diary writing & I want to share a selection of my diary entries with you.
2010 April 06, Tuesday- Dear Diary, today I met Tarun, my old college mate. Whew! He was my crush during the college days, with his magnificent height and an athletic figure. His rugged features made me weak in the knees every time I met him.
After office today, I went to the shopping mall. I was wearing a low cut white blouse and a pair of tight jeans. The blouse showed of a lot of my cleavage. The clothes were hugging my figure and the etchings of my under things was clearly evident. I bumped into him as I came out of the mall carrying my shopping bags. My things fell down and I bent down to collect them, he helped me and was apologizing profusely. I thought the voice sounded familiar and I looked up. Suddenly, larger than life, Tarun was bent down picking up the bags that had slipped from my hands. I could not believe it until he stood up to hand me the bags. His bantering stopped midway when he saw me.
He said, ‘Shruti! I don’t believe this. So good to see you after so long a time! Where have you been all these days?’
I said, ‘I joined this company as the PA to the Vice-President after the college. And I got married last January. I must say, I didn’t expect to bump into you like this!!’
He snatched the bags from me and held my hand proprietarily. He grinned and said, ‘this calls for a reunion celebration. Let’s go have some coffee first.’
I followed him to the coffee shop and he made me sit opposite him. I asked him after he had given the orders, ‘what have you been doing these days?’
He replied, ‘I joined as the marketing manager for an FMCG company. I was planning to marry this year,’ and added flirtatiously, ‘but the biggest bad luck is that the best girl for me is already taken.’
I threw a tissue on him and we laughed. His flirtation didn’t stop at that as he said, ‘well you have become more beautiful than you were in the college.’
I said, ‘well, thank you!’
He added, ‘and sexier!’ his eyes never left my figure.
I laughed and said, ‘Tarun! Stop it, you are making me feel conspicuous.’
He said, ‘well, I am stating the true facts! My God! You are easy on the eyes, and I bet all the even money in my wallet that every single male eye is giving you a surreptitious glance of admiration.’
I said, ‘Flatterer!’ and we laughed again. To the whole world, ours was one happy table.
The waiter came with the check and I offered to pay, he turned down my offer with a firm, ‘Nothing doing!’ and paid the bill.
We walked out of the coffee shop and he said, ‘why don’t you come along, I can give you some new products you can use to make you look more beautiful. Mind you, those are sample packs only as the range has been recently launched by my company. But you don’t have to worry, our R&D has it all experimented before we set the launch. It won’t harm you one little bit.’
I said, ‘Thanks! Let’s go then! What are we waiting for?’ but I was a bit uncomfortable. I had a feeling of reluctance somewhere in my mind. I shrugged it mentally and walked alongside him. After all, we were old friends, what harm could I land into with him?
His hotel was at a walking distance and we reached there soon enough. He led me to his room and let me inside. It was comfy and warm and pretty lived in. The furnishing was tastefully done. I liked it; I wish we could put up such furniture at home. I must persuade Asu for this.
He made me sit on his bed and went to rummage his baggage for the articles he
had mentioned. After a while he came along with a hamper and sat beside me. I
could feel him staring at my cleavage and the outlines of my undies from the
clothes as I looked into the hamper bag. Before I could understand I felt his
hands groping for me and his breath on my neck. This was turning me on, ooohhh,
it was so nice. I dropped the hamper and slid my purse off my shoulder and
propped on my arms, bending back a little.
He got a better access to my body and bent into my cleavage, his breath running down the canal of my cleavage had me turned on to a high. I groped his head closer and he put his tongue in my cleavage. His raking tongue was warm and wet and tickled me everywhere it touched.
He held my boobs and put his mouth close to mine, I puckered my lips up for a hot kiss and his lips were on mine. I remembered the days when I had fantasized about him. At last my dream was coming true, the most wanted man in my unmarried life was finally attracted to me.
I put a hand on the zip of his pants where a hump was marring his immaculate dressing, it was already huge. I undid his zip and put my hand in his underwear. His cock felt muscular, hard, thick and long and it also felt sticky with heat. I pulled it out. It was enormous, I pulled the foreskin on it, the head was an angry red. I looked up at him. He nodded and smiled in approval.
I bent down and kissed the head of his cock. There was some pre-cum sticking to it, OMG! He must be hard for me since we were in the resto. And mentally pinning me to his bed with that huge monster of his…
It licked the pre-cum, it tasted good. I sucked on the head gently, putting my tongue on the slit of the head. He pushed my head and it all went into my mouth. Even then there was enough left for me to devour. My head bobbed up and down on his angry cock. All the time his hands were trying to find a way into my blouse. I stopped sucking him and pulled out my blouse. He massaged my boobs like crazy, he was just dying to have a better view of them. I started on the blowjob again and he undid the hook of my bra. I felt his hand slide along the hem of my bra and his finger and thumb closing on my nipples. He squeezed my erect and hard nipples. I was wet down in my panties… his touch was so good. I loosened my jeans and he slid it down. I was in my undies only. I think seeing me in my undies did it for him as he came instantly in my mouth. It was so much that I had to manage gulping it down without spilling a drop. His cum was tasty and his cock smelled musky.
As soon as his cock was dry, I pulled it out of my mouth and stroked it with my left hand. My right hand got busy in undressing him. Soon I had him naked. I stepped out of my panties and bra. He grabbed me close and we kissed again. His erect cock was rubbing against my waiting and wet pussy, it was driving me crazy. I wanted him inside me, I badly wanted that enormous thing in me…
He sensed my need and carried me in his arms to his bed. He put me down gently and starting playing with my hot body, making me feel hotter than ever. He bit my toes, then I felt his warm breath on the insides of my thighs, the French kiss he gave to my wet pussy was the longest I ever had; even Asu hadn’t done that in months, his breath tickled my lower tummy and I was wetter than ever. He kissed my belly button and then went to eat my pussy again. He bit the lips of my pussy and fucked me with his raking tongue. I was getting wetter by every passing moment. He went on faster with his tongue; it was raking and tickling my inner vagina in every possible angle making me flood his hungry mouth with my juices.
He licked my pussy dry and then he turned his attention to my boobs. He started fondling and sucking them. He even bit them and the nipples. I was still insatiated and inserted my finger in my pussy to masturbate. He teased me by pulling my finger out and pulling my hand close to his cock. After twice repeating it, I gave up masturbating myself and I fisted his cock tightly. Ok Mr. Smarty, get a taste of your own medicine now. I tightly gripped his cock and stroked him hard for a while, then I stopped all of a sudden, but the grip never slackened. He winced and wanted more, I deliberated before I resumed stroking him. My teasing him made him vicious and he left a bite mark on my boobs. He smelled my armpits and kissed my bare neck. It was ticklish and before I could get tickled more, he bit the side of my neck. While he was doing this, he slid his body over mine. His legs worked together to get my thighs parted enough for him to get in between my legs.
He held me by my wrist just above my head and he kissed my lips, biting them in turn. I couldn’t wait to get his cock inside me. I guided his cock into my vagina. He wanted to deliberate but I forced him to enter me by weighting his back with my left leg. His thick cock seared through my flesh, stretching my pussy on his cock. The pain was excruciating, but the way he was drilling my pussy with his tool, I was feeling gripped by an all new burning desire of lustful pleasure.
He increased the pressure of his thrusts inside me. I think he wanted to vent his lust for me in every way possible and pleasurable (for him). I matched my movements and rocked my body up and down with his incoming and outgoing thrusts. Our bodies were clapping loudly now and the room was filled with the gasping and panting moans let out by us in unison.
He paused to kiss my lips and suck on my boobs. His cock was so deep inside me, that the pressure from his long and thick cock was getting unbearable and there began a slow burning sensation where the head of his cock was pressing against my vaginal wall. But however painful it may be, I rather liked it. It was a new experience for me. I wish I had him to make love to me on bed before marriage.
He teased me terribly by avoiding my desire for a kiss. His thick cock was embedded deep inside me. he had pushed it in my stretched pussy to the hilt. His thickness tightly massaged my vaginal walls. I was now unable to move my pelvis according his thrusts. He went in faster and harder. I was getting rammed in my bottom. I knew I would not last long under him. His body was rubbing harder against mine. My boobs were nearly sore with the rubbing. They were pressing hard against his chest.
He locked his lips with mine in a hot kiss while pounding me harder and faster. I had my fingernails dug into his back and he was holding me by my shoulders from under my armpits. I felt a familiar throb in my pussy, I think I was close. He must have felt my throbs as his force and speed increased. I felt as if a fireball was knocking against my pussy’s walls. I felt a huge surge in my throbs and had a violent climax, my pussy impaled completely on his cock. The throbs must have gripped his cock in such a way that he too gave a violent heave inside me and with that followed a jet of hot cream inside my pussy. His load was enormous as I felt some of his cum trickling out and down the folds of my inner thighs. The air made it feel cool against my bare and naked skin. We kissed to make the feeling last longer and he slid out of me after we had kissed.
He said, ‘whew! That was amazing. Anyways, I hope I didn’t hurt you.’
I laughed and said, ‘Not at all, lover! I had not had such a fuck in a long time. And what the hell are you apologizing for? Are you guilty or feeling sorry for what you did or what happened? Or do I not deserve to be desired by a man if I wear a provocative dress?’
He said, ‘I am not at all sorry to have taken the initiative of inviting you to the room here, Shruti. God! You are hot! Your husband sure is a lucky guy to fuck that smoking hot body of yours.’
We laughed and got up. We had a lingering and intimate kiss in a passionate hug. I felt his warmth against my naked body. And finally and reluctantly (it was 7 in the evening, I know Asu wouldn’t mind my staying the whole night if possible, but still I loved him and had a responsibility towards him), I got dressed to leave.
Tarun kept my bra as a souvenir, as he reluctantly let go of me, and I was braless all the way. I think I must have given the cab driver a raging hardon on my way home because I could see that he kept looking in the mirror in the general direction of my sexy cleavage that was popping out of my blouse. I thought, why not give him a better view and adjusted my blouse on purpose to make some of my nipples clearly visible to him. I think he must have masturbated as soon as I got off. Even I was turned on by his stares and I had to masturbate when I reached home (imagining that cab driver making love to me in his firm arms on the backseat of his cab).
Well, what a day! I hope Asu makes me feel like being fucked by that Cab Driver… ;-)
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Lynn’s Diary: my travels down a road of sexual exploration… My mind is reeling; it’s hard for me to comprehend everything that happened last night. I’m lying here in bed, stark naked, and I’m not alone. (That, in itself, is front page news for me, ever since my divorce four years ago). Not only am I not alone, but the companions are in bed with me. (Yes, there are two of them…) I hardly know where to begin, as I think about how to write today’s diary entry. I look back over the last four...
HardcoreA few years ago, I moved back in with my parents. I became depressed after the man I loved (supposedly) died while touring in Afghanistan, and I needed the support. When I moved back in, I discovered just how big of a whore my little sister had become while I was away. (And how big of a slut she had been without my noticing.)One Friday night she left to attend a college frat party while mom and dad went on date night. With nothing to do so early in the evening, I decided to do some chores. I...
Dec 27, 2006 Dear Diary, Mummy has been as good as her word! She enrolled me today in a ballet school, my Christmas present from her: six months of weekly dance lessons to see if I have what it takes for that kind of life. Do I have the discipline required. The instructor is a rather handsome man in his mid-thirties or early-forties, I'd guess ... but with an athletic build and cute bum ... a dancer in his youth most likely. Not sure if he's gay. Most male dancers are, you know. He was...
Beep, Beep, Beep, Fuck, I forgot to turn that dam alarm clock off again, it’s Saturday morning. But before I could get out of my bed, Darcy came into my room wearing her white robe, and she shut it off. “Dam-it Marcy, it’s Saturday,” she said as she came over to me and sat down on my bed. She then leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I open my mouth and her tongue went into my mouth. I could tell she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet, her breath smelled terrible, but I’m sure mine was just as...
All-in-all this has been a crappy year, so when a heavy package arrived from the law firm of Holland, Scharz and Jacobs I was expecting the worst. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company...
InterracialDorothy and Maude spend the week with Donald and Emma. Twice more, the four women do play together. Once in the afternoon when Donald and Emma are both out, and one night when the two older women slip out in the night, as arranged, to spend the night with Karen and Julie. The morning after that night together, all are a bit groggy at breakfast.Donald and Emma want Dorothy and Maude to stay through New Year’s, but the women say no, they want to enjoy being on the train heading home on New Year’s...
Love StoriesDear diary Sept 12 Saturday, OMG diary this is the first time I have made an entry that really feels like it means something. Today, well tonight actually mom drank almost half a bottle of wine and got really drunk. She started crying and apologizing to me but I couldn't get her to tell me why she was sorry at first. Finally she said it was because she was such a geek, and that she knows that she raised me to be such a geek too. I think that its because she's really lonely, all...
This is a different story format, is historically correct, uses real Western lanquage. and grammer. Hope you enjoy reading it. I always heard stories about how her f****y was one of the first families to settle Durango Colorado. Well my Grandma Putnam finally passed and my mother wanted me to go through all the old f****y papers and heirlooms. I started rummaging through a trunk and found an old leather binder entitled “Madam Patricia Putnam, Business Diary 1875 – 1895”. It must have been...
I’m Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving f****y. I have a younger s****r that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my s****r’s diary. I wasn’t just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my s****r was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
I’m Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving f****y. I have a younger s****r that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my s****r’s diary. I wasn’t just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my s****r was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
January 1st 2017Dear Diary,Well, I did it again. New Year’s resolution nailed within half an hour of the clock striking twelve. And why not, eh? Why set targets that take all year when you can get immediate results?It’s Saskia’s fault. This year, last year and the year before. All her. She’s a bad influence. She arranged things in advance this time - practically sold tickets. Brazen slut! She’s terrible but you’ve got to love her. You should have seen what she was wearing last night. Absolutely...
Oral SexWe were having coffee after dinner when she excused herself, with a wink, to visit the restroom. For no particular reason, I glanced at her open purse lying on the table and noticed the small pink book that said “Diary” on the cover. I sheepishly pulled it out and fanned the pages to browse its contents. My heart nearly stopped beating when I read the latest entry: "Dear Diary, I’m going out with him again this week and it is so bitter sweet. Such a sweet, generous man, but one who is very...
FetishThis is a different story format, is historically correct, uses real Western lanquage. and grammer. Hope you enjoy reading it. I always heard stories about how her family was one of the first families to settle Durango Colorado. Well my Grandma Putnam finally passed and my mother wanted me to go through all the old family papers and heirlooms. I started rummaging through a trunk and found an old leather binder entitled “Madam Patricia Putnam, Business Diary 1875 – 1895”. It must have been...
I'm Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving family. I have a younger sister that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my sister's diary. I wasn't just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my sister was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
I'm Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving family. I have a younger sister that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my sister's diary. I wasn't just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my sister was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
The following are excerpts from a adult baby diary found a few years back at a garage sale. I have no idea if it truely happened. Saturday: College is no different than the rest of my life. Because of my size, I 'm forgotten, looked over, lonely. It might be better to be a dwarf, at least they don't look like a kid, but me, I'm just little. People mistake me for an eight year old and I have to buy all my clothes in the kids department. I've always been a basketball fan,...
LILY'S DIARY June 15 I've just started work for my new employers, Mr Trent, Bill, and Ms Williams, Alison, but of course I have to just call them Sir and Madam. She's told me to write this occasional diary and assured me that I won't be punished whatever I write, although of course I would be if I spoke the same words. She's told me that it would amuse her to read about my reactions to my new life of work here but I don't understand why. I arrived last night but was excused...