The room was dark yet in the light coming from open windows I could see those marvelous boobs bouncing very near to my face in a rhythm. I could hear the moans coming from her mouth and joining my own. A wild passion was flowing in the room and both of us were stuck in that. We were fucking like wild animals, perpetrating all over even while air conditioner was working on full speed. Jumping in my lap she was shouting like FASTER….YESSSSSSSSSS……OHHHHHHHH MY……….YESSSSSSSSSSS…. IM CUMMMMMMMMMMMMIN…….OHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSS. Soon she arched and hugged me close. I could feel that she was having a wonderful orgasm. It continued for good two minutes and the heat was enough for me as well. I held her close and sprayed my load in her pussy. We were hugging each other tight, breathless and we stayed there for a while. Then together we fell on the bed. My cock still inside her, her legs still around my back and both of us trembling with the height of excitement. Soon we fell into one of the sweetest sleeps we ever had.
Well, I am Salman (not the real name of course), living in Lahore and working for a multinational company. I am in mid thirties and have had a very sexually active life so far. Since the time when my maid fucked me at the age of 12, I have been indulged with many girls and women of all ages. This particular incident happened three years back when I had a chance to fuck the daughter of my ex girl friend.
I used to live in Defense those days. As I lived alone, I had a couple who looked after the household etc. the name of my maid was Lubna; she was about my age, a pulpy woman who was wonderful in bed. Her husband was a naïve sort of person who mostly stayed at my office. One day Lubna told me while I was watching TV that a new family has been shifted in our neighborhood and they have come from Dubai. I pulled Lubna in my lap and asked her to forget about the new family and serve me as a maid should to her master. I took off her clothes and started sucking those heavy plump boobs which I always found pleasure to suck. Saab jee, the reason why I am telling you about them is that the Begum Saab of our neighbors looks very much alike one picture I saw once in your album, she told me when I was biting on her nipples. Whom? I managed to ask as my mouth was full with those sweet melons. The one who is standing besides you on the lake Saiful Maluk, she answered. I fully became attentive to her and asked if she was talking about Saima? And she told me that she was not sure about the name but could show me the picture. I asked her to bring the picture. As she walked towards the dresser, her heavy ass cheeks were rubbing with each other and showing a wonderful scene. She opened a drawer and took out one of my albums, brought that back to me and showed me the picture. It was Saima.
I told Lubna to forget about whomever that Begum saab was for the time being and put my hard cock in her mouth. What a good sucker she was. I was sitting on the edge of the couch and she was kneeling in front of me. Her mouth was working up and down on my shaft. Taking all of it in her mouth and then out, her tongue was constantly teasing the tip of my cock. I leaned backwards placing my arms on the sofa and enjoyed the sensation. Something was building inside me. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up. Her boobs in front of my face. I started to eat them again but this time working my way down to her belly button. She was standing and her legs were trembling. I reached her thighs and nibbled them gently. Her legs shook and gave the vibrant signals. I inserted one of my fingers in her love hole. It was wet like anything. She was moaning already. I put a cushion on the floor and made her lie keeping her back on that. Spread her legs. What a wonderful sight. Her hole was shining thru her shaved pussy and the redness was standing out from the wheatish skin of hers. I lowered myself between those beautiful legs and placed my dick on her pussy hole. It entered into the pussy without any resistance as her pussy was very wet. I was giving her light stokes just vibrating my cock inside her. Meanwhile I was kissing shoulders and neck. She was moaning, soon she arched her back and clasped her legs around my buttocks. Her whole body was shaking and she was like producing all sorts of AHHHHHHHHHHH and OHHHHHHHHHHHH. I too, was not planning to last it longer so soon I came inside her. We remained there for a few minutes then she gently pushed me from her and went to the washroom. She brought the wet towel and started cleaning me. She was messaging my body with the wet towels and then with her fingers. Soon I feel my eyelids becoming heavy and I slept there on the carpet. I don’t know when she went to her quarter.
When I woke up, my throat was dry. The lights of the room were off and there was a blanket on me. I went to the refrigerator and pour myself a glass of milk. I had it in one gulp and took the second glass of milk with me to my bedroom. It was three in the morning. I tucked myself in my bed and tried to went back to sleep, but could not help to think about Saima. I recalled the times when I met Saima for the first time. She was elder sister of one of my friends, was married and settled at Dubai with her husband. She was some four years senior to us. One day, I entered the room of my friend without knocking, which was a normal practice as he used to live with his parents only and had occupied a room which had a door opening in the lawn. I froze when I saw a pretty damsel robed in a towel standing right in middle of the room. Drops were dripping from her still wet hair and the towel was not enough to conceal her temping boobs. Her silky white bare shoulders were enough to give anyone sleepless nights. “Wow… I never thought Jehan could be that sonovabitch, he hides that beauty from all of us so far”, I thought. But only “Sorry”, was the words I could manage to say. “No, it is all my fault. There was some problem with the hot water tap in my bedroom so I thought to use Jehangir’s bathroom instead. You please make yourself comfortable. Jehangir would be here in some time.” She entered the inner door that lead to the lobby.
I was totally confused. Who was she? She could not have been Jehan’s girl friend as she went inside the house. Some cousin maybe I thought. But the thoughts of her nice body were giving me shivers even when Jehan entered the room. I did not mention the event to him as it was very embarrassing for me. Jehan was happy to see me and slapped my back and said, “It’s good that you came yourself, I was just thinking of calling you. Apa Saima is here with us and she wants me to take her to her in laws. My car is in workshop so I was wanting you to bring your car.” So that gorgeous was his sister, I thought. The jigsaw puzzle was complete in my mind. I handed over the keys to Jehan and buried my head in the pillow. He asked if I was not going and I said no please go yourself while I will use your computer in your absence. Soon he left and I kept on thinking about one of the most perfect bodies I have ever seen. There was a feeling of doing wrong but I could not help thinking about the elder sister of my friend. I could not even sit on the computer and slept on Jehan’s bed while cherishing those lovely moments.
Soon I became quite friendly to Saima. She was a lively woman, 5″4 inches in height, very fair complexion, long hair and an angelic look. Nobody, just from her face, could tell that she was a mother to 3 years old cute little girl. I was living alone so my evenings were free. Jehan was busy in his new job and often had to stay late at office. I volunteer myself to take her around the city. Sometime Sonia, her daughter, or Aunty (her mother) accompanied us and on other it used to be only her. She was a shopping freak and in those days I saw each and every market in Lahore. But never had we both mentioned the first day happening to each other. But perhaps (definitely!) it was there in the subconscious of both of us.
One day Saima wanted to go to Gujranwalla. Aunty had her engagements and she took Sonia with her. I left office early and picked her in the afternoon to go there. As soon as we crossed the Ravi Bridge heavy rain started. I proposed her to go back but she disagreed saying that rain is something which you don’t see often at Dubai and she wanted to enjoy it. So we kept on with our journey. Road was empty and only a few busses or passenger wagons could be found there. It was hard to see through the screen due to the heavy downpour. Perhaps it was due to the weather or maybe a deliberate move from my side that our discussion turned towards the post marital sexual life. She seemed to be contended with her husband. At least she had nothing to complain. She asked me if I was a virgin and I replied in negative. She wanted to hear about some of my exploits. I was feeling uneasy but soon I was telling her about my present and ex girl friends, how we have sex and how we like to do it. I asked her had she ever tried oral sex, and she was like “o my, not at all”. Remember readers those were the days when computer was a technology we used to read about in the magazines and internet was not even born. I told her that I like to lick and I have no qualms whatsoever for the anal sex. She looked shocked. But I could see a discreet interest in her eyes. The conversation was getting hotter and soon we both knew that we wanted each other. Not on the road, I thought to myself, not this way. I was thinking fast. Only option feasible was to turn back and head for my flat. I casually mentioned to her that there is no point in going to Gujranwalla as markets would be closed there and we should leave the programme to some other day, and without waiting for her answer I turned the car back towards Lahore.
On our way back she was telling me about her fantasies. One of them was to tie her partner with the bed and be a master for a few hours.
Well, I am Salman (not the real name of course), living in Lahore and working for a multinational company. I am in mid thirties and have had a very sexually active life so far. Since the time when my maid fucked me at the age of 12, I have been indulged with many girls and women of all ages. This particular incident happened three years back when I had a chance to fuck the daughter of my ex girl friend.
I used to live in Defense those days. As I lived alone, I had a couple who looked after the household etc. the name of my maid was Lubna; she was about my age, a pulpy woman who was wonderful in bed. Her husband was a naïve sort of person who mostly stayed at my office. One day Lubna told me while I was watching TV that a new family has been shifted in our neighborhood and they have come from Dubai. I pulled Lubna in my lap and asked her to forget about the new family and serve me as a maid should to her master. I took off her clothes and started sucking those heavy plump boobs which I always found pleasure to suck. Saab jee, the reason why I am telling you about them is that the Begum Saab of our neighbors looks very much alike one picture I saw once in your album, she told me when I was biting on her nipples. Whom? I managed to ask as my mouth was full with those sweet melons. The one who is standing besides you on the lake Saiful Maluk, she answered. I fully became attentive to her and asked if she was talking about Saima? And she told me that she was not sure about the name but could show me the picture. I asked her to bring the picture. As she walked towards the dresser, her heavy ass cheeks were rubbing with each other and showing a wonderful scene. She opened a drawer and took out one of my albums, brought that back to me and showed me the picture. It was Saima.
I told Lubna to forget about whomever that Begum saab was for the time being and put my hard cock in her mouth. What a good sucker she was. I was sitting on the edge of the couch and she was kneeling in front of me. Her mouth was working up and down on my shaft. Taking all of it in her mouth and then out, her tongue was constantly teasing the tip of my cock. I leaned backwards placing my arms on the sofa and enjoyed the sensation. Something was building inside me. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up. Her boobs in front of my face. I started to eat them again but this time working my way down to her belly button. She was standing and her legs were trembling. I reached her thighs and nibbled them gently. Her legs shook and gave the vibrant signals. I inserted one of my fingers in her love hole. It was wet like anything. She was moaning already. I put a cushion on the floor and made her lie keeping her back on that. Spread her legs. What a wonderful sight. Her hole was shining thru her shaved pussy and the redness was standing out from the wheatish skin of hers. I lowered myself between those beautiful legs and placed my dick on her pussy hole. It entered into the pussy without any resistance as her pussy was very wet. I was giving her light stokes just vibrating my cock inside her. Meanwhile I was kissing shoulders and neck. She was moaning, soon she arched her back and clasped her legs around my buttocks. Her whole body was shaking and she was like producing all sorts of AHHHHHHHHHHH and OHHHHHHHHHHHH. I too, was not planning to last it longer so soon I came inside her. We remained there for a few minutes then she gently pushed me from her and went to the washroom. She brought the wet towel and started cleaning me. She was messaging my body with the wet towels and then with her fingers. Soon I feel my eyelids becoming heavy and I slept there on the carpet. I don’t know when she went to her quarter.
When I woke up, my throat was dry. The lights of the room were off and there was a blanket on me. I went to the refrigerator and pour myself a glass of milk. I had it in one gulp and took the second glass of milk with me to my bedroom. It was three in the morning. I tucked myself in my bed and tried to went back to sleep, but could not help to think about Saima. I recalled the times when I met Saima for the first time. She was elder sister of one of my friends, was married and settled at Dubai with her husband. She was some four years senior to us. One day, I entered the room of my friend without knocking, which was a normal practice as he used to live with his parents only and had occupied a room which had a door opening in the lawn. I froze when I saw a pretty damsel robed in a towel standing right in middle of the room. Drops were dripping from her still wet hair and the towel was not enough to conceal her temping boobs. Her silky white bare shoulders were enough to give anyone sleepless nights. “Wow… I never thought Jehan could be that sonovabitch, he hides that beauty from all of us so far”, I thought. But only “Sorry”, was the words I could manage to say. “No, it is all my fault. There was some problem with the hot water tap in my bedroom so I thought to use Jehangir’s bathroom instead. You please make yourself comfortable. Jehangir would be here in some time.” She entered the inner door that lead to the lobby.
I was totally confused. Who was she? She could not have been Jehan’s girl friend as she went inside the house. Some cousin maybe I thought. But the thoughts of her nice body were giving me shivers even when Jehan entered the room. I did not mention the event to him as it was very embarrassing for me. Jehan was happy to see me and slapped my back and said, “It’s good that you came yourself, I was just thinking of calling you. Apa Saima is here with us and she wants me to take her to her in laws. My car is in workshop so I was wanting you to bring your car.” So that gorgeous was his sister, I thought. The jigsaw puzzle was complete in my mind. I handed over the keys to Jehan and buried my head in the pillow. He asked if I was not going and I said no please go yourself while I will use your computer in your absence. Soon he left and I kept on thinking about one of the most perfect bodies I have ever seen. There was a feeling of doing wrong but I could not help thinking about the elder sister of my friend. I could not even sit on the computer and slept on Jehan’s bed while cherishing those lovely moments.
Soon I became quite friendly to Saima. She was a lively woman, 5″4 inches in height, very fair complexion, long hair and an angelic look. Nobody, just from her face, could tell that she was a mother to 3 years old cute little girl. I was living alone so my evenings were free. Jehan was busy in his new job and often had to stay late at office. I volunteer myself to take her around the city. Sometime Sonia, her daughter, or Aunty (her mother) accompanied us and on other it used to be only her. She was a shopping freak and in those days I saw each and every market in Lahore. But never had we both mentioned the first day happening to each other. But perhaps (definitely!) it was there in the subconscious of both of us.
One day Saima wanted to go to Gujranwalla. Aunty had her engagements and she took Sonia with her. I left office early and picked her in the afternoon to go there. As soon as we crossed the Ravi Bridge heavy rain started. I proposed her to go back but she disagreed saying that rain is something which you don’t see often at Dubai and she wanted to enjoy it. So we kept on with our journey. Road was empty and only a few busses or passenger wagons could be found there. It was hard to see through the screen due to the heavy downpour. Perhaps it was due to the weather or maybe a deliberate move from my side that our discussion turned towards the post marital sexual life. She seemed to be contended with her husband. At least she had nothing to complain. She asked me if I was a virgin and I replied in negative. She wanted to hear about some of my exploits. I was feeling uneasy but soon I was telling her about my present and ex girl friends, how we have sex and how we like to do it. I asked her had she ever tried oral sex, and she was like “o my, not at all”. Remember readers those were the days when computer was a technology we used to read about in the magazines and internet was not even born. I told her that I like to lick and I have no qualms whatsoever for the anal sex. She looked shocked. But I could see a discreet interest in her eyes. The conversation was getting hotter and soon we both knew that we wanted each other. Not on the road, I thought to myself, not this way. I was thinking fast. Only option feasible was to turn back and head for my flat. I casually mentioned to her that there is no point in going to Gujranwalla as markets would be closed there and we should leave the programme to some other day, and without waiting for her answer I turned the car back towards Lahore.
On our way back she was telling me about her fantasies. One of them was to tie her partner with the bed and be a master for a few hours.