Sunday, September 27, 2009

More then Friends

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"Shall I help you wash up?" Sanjana asked, bringing me the last of the dishes.

"No, it's OK," I replied, adding some more washing up liquid to the water in the sink. "Can you go up to my room and fetch the DVD? It's on top of the shelf with my hi-fi." I began scrubbing the plates as she left. My housemates had all gone home for the weekend, so Sanjana had suggested we have a night in and watch Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon for the nth time, as we both loved that film. I'd already cooked us both a stir fry to get into the Chinese spirit, as it were, and once I'd finished the dishes I got the sake that Sanjana had bought (she couldn't find a Chinese wine, so she thought a Japanese one would have to do) and poured some for each of us while she settled herself on the sofa and flicked through the menu. Turning off the light, I sat down next to her and got ready to enjoy the film.

As I practically knew the film off by heart, for the first few minutes I could just sip my rice wine and let my mind wander, glancing occasionally at Sanjana out of the corner of my eye. She was sat very neatly, her legs crossed under her skirt, which had ridden up slightly above her knee, her smooth calves and perfect, fairly small bare feet glowing white from the light of the TV. The warmth of the alcohol suddenly made me feel how close her warm body was to me, only a few inches away. With a smile I remembered the first time I met her, nearly a year ago now.

I'd gone to see Dhoom for the fifth time, and for the second time I noticed her buying a bag of peanuts at the food counter, but I didn't think she could be going to see the film again, she looked more like an innocent girl to me, and I didn't think it was the type of film she would be into, so I pushed my idle thoughts of talking to her to the back of my mind and entered the room. The lights were still on, so I could see there was no one else in there, which suited me fine, I could sit in my favourite place, exactly in the middle of the room so that the screen filled my vision when I leant my head back and looked straight in front. But a few minutes later, I heard someone else come in, and looking round I noticed it was the pretty dark haired innocent girl, who walked automatically to my row, spotted me and hesitated. She gave a little shrug and walked along the row and sat down in the seat next to me.

"Hi," she said, sounding a bit shy. "Haven't I seen you before at a Dhoomscreening?"

"Yeah, probably," I replied, feeling the heat rise to my face. I was never very good at talking to strangers, even when they didn't have incredible large brown eyes that seemed to hold my gaze in a vice. "This is the fifth time I've seen it."

"Really? Cool! I've seen it three times, I couldn't persuade any of my friends to see it again with me." Her shyness seemed to have vanished, and I wished mine would. She held out her hand. "My name's Sanjana, what's yours?"

"Aman," I replied, shaking her hand, and we began talking about the film, and Tarantino in general, when the lights went out for the ads to start, and we fell silent. She offered me some peanuts when the second trailer came on, and then from the moment the film started it was fantastic. We both sang along to the Nancy Sinatra song at the beginning, laughed at the same scenes of ridiculous violence and spoke along to the same bits of clever dialogue.

Then afterwards we went for a pizza together and talked for another couple of hours about films. Although to begin with I did consider asking her out, but wasn't confident enough to, then she went out with someone else a week or so after we met. After she broke up with him we were such close friends that I didn't want to risk souring our relationship by asking her out, as I couldn't bare the thought of not having her around and the indefinable sense of utter contentment that any conversation with her or even her very presence filled me with.

Anyway, before I got completely lost in my reminiscing, I was distracted by the first really amazing fight sequence and started concentrating on the film. Once that scene was over, Sanjana paused it to go to the toilet while I poured some more sake, and when she came back she sat much closer to me, so our bodies were touching. When she put her head on my shoulder I finally mastered myself and put my arm around her, feeling her snuggle nearer, but not saying anything.

We watched the rest of the film like this, my cheeks pressed lightly to her warm silky hair, and when it got to the really romantic scene with Lo telling Jen Lu that he'd found the brightest star of all I felt her hand reach for mine, sending odd shivers through my body. Finally, the film ended and we reluctantly separated and stood up, both our eyes a bit wet from the ending, and neither of us saying anything or holding each other's gaze for long. Sanjana said she'd go upstairs, so I cleared the glasses and empty bottle of sake away and followed.

Entering my room I saw her bent over the desk lighting the last of the candles she'd placed around the room, dancing slightly in time to the Elvis compilation she'd put on, then she turned around and told me to switch the light off, so there was only the warm orange glow from the candles.

"Dance with me," she said with a smile, holding out her hand, so I took it and we both started twisting and jiving, singing along and laughing good naturedly at each other's dancing. Sanjana changed the CD to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack, and we did our best impression of Uma Thurman and John Travolta before collapsing in a giggling heap by the bed, and began chatting, slightly more manically than usual, our eyes constantly meeting and then one of us would look away a few seconds later.

When the CD finished, Sanjana got up again and took a while choosing a new one. As she came back to sit cross-legged in front of me again, I couldn't help grin as the soothing voice of Nancy Sinatra came from the speakers, and we continued our conversation until the end of the first song. As the second one started though, she seemed to make up her mind about something, and grabbed my hand, looking me straight in the eye.

"Aman, how do you feel about me?" she asked, a note of impatience in her voice. For a moment I just stared, caught off guard, felt my blood rushing to my head, and tried to look away, but couldn't. I took a deep breath.

"I... love you." I'd finally said it. And to my delight, none of my paranoid fears came true once I had. Instead Sanjana's eyes widened and she blushed too, a big smile spreading across her face.

"Well I love you Aman! Why didn't you say before? When - I mean, how long have you been in love with me?"

"I don't know. Months. Since before you split up with Jason I suppose. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh, I don't know. We've both been stupid obviously..."

We paused for a few seconds, but it was a different type to the pauses before, and we kept eye contact, then both leaned forward, a little hesitantly, until our lips met. Lifting the hand that she wasn't holding, I gently brushed her hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear, placing it around her head to pull her closer as our kiss became steadily more passionate. Sanjana released my hand and drew me into an embrace, a bit awkwardly as we were both still sat cross-legged facing each other, until she pulled me up and pushed me back to the bed, still kissing me, and we ended up with me underneath her.

Things started to go a little faster than I expected, her hands wandering firmly over my chest, then I felt one slip under my t-shirt, her smooth hand caressing the side of my stomach, so I allowed my hand that wasn't stroking her hair to push up the back of her sweater and the top beneath to feel her warm bare back. Sanjana pushed herself up, kneeling over me, and pulled her top off, so above her waist she was only wearing her bra, her skin gold in the flickering candlelight.

"You're so beautiful Sanjana," I told her, and she grinned.

Sitting up a bit myself, I wrapped my arms around her and carefully rolled over until she was lying on her back and I kissed her again, running my hands up her arms, following them from the silky underside near her shoulders, past her elbows and eventually to her open palms, our fingers meshing as she closed her hands around mine. By now I had just let my instincts take over, kissing down her neck to her shoulders and the small hollow beneath her windpipe, working my way over her chest until I was kissing the top exposed part of her breasts.

Gently, I pulled my hands out of hers and slipped them under her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra, and to my surprise managed by pure luck to unfasten it fairly quickly. I knelt up to help remove it and then went down again, my lips finally touching her tits, feeling the soft warm skin against my mouth as I explored it, the faint scent of her body filling my nostrils, while I let my fingertips do the same as my mouth on her other breast. Deliberately, I ignored her tempting pink nipple at first, kissing all the way down to the underside where it met her chest, then I extended my tongue, dragging it slowly up, tasting her skin, and then circling her nipple. As I closed my hand around her other breast, discovering that I'd been right in thinking they were the perfect size to hold, I could feel how she was tensing, her breathing having quickened and glancing up at her face I could see the tips of her white teeth biting her bottom lip in
anticipation.

When I finally decided I'd teased her long enough, I licked her round pink nipple, pushing against it with my tongue, feeling it getting stiffer, and then I closed my lips around it and tentatively sucked on it, getting a small squeak and intake of breath from Sanjana. I continued like this, sucking and licking her nipple until it was as erect as I could get it, all the while squeezing her other breast rhythmically, enjoying the sensation of her soft flesh in my palm, then I swapped to see to her other nipple.

Once I'd finished there, I cupped both her breasts in my hands and resumed my journey of kisses down over her stomach, right down to the place were her flesh bulged ever so slightly from the waistband of her skirt digging in. Occasionally she'd asked me before if I thought she was fat, but she wasn't, this small amount of body fat to me made her more beautiful then the skeletal models in magazines, and it was far more arousing to the touch than if it was just skin over bone.

"How do I undo your skirt, Sanjana?" I asked.

"There's a zip at the back," she replied, a little breathlessly, and reaching around I found it. Now kneeling on the floor between her legs, I pulled her skirt off slowly, discarding it to the side, then began kissing up her hairless legs, starting at her ankles, moving up her calves fairly quickly then slowing down as I reached her thighs. Stroking the inside of her knees with my hands and then up the outside of her legs, I peppered her inner thighs with kisses, working my way very gradually up to her crotch. Once there, I stroked the front of her black knickers, her pubic hair beneath forming a kind of cushion covered by the material, with only a couple of individual curls escaping under the elastic, and a damp patch, while not too visible in the dim light, was perfectly evident to my fingers as they played over where her hole was.

Holding her firmly with both hands around her waist, I pulled her a few inches closer to me so only the very tops of her legs were still on the bed, tucked my fingers under the waistband of her knickers and peeled them off her, then took my t-shirt off. I lowered my head down so her short curly black hair was brushing my face, inhaling the faint but delicious aroma emanating from her pussy, and started to kiss all around her hole, not going too close, but close enough to get some of the juice that was clinging in droplets to her hair on my cheek. My hands slid up to cup her breasts once again as I did this, while she spread her legs wider, trying to encourage me to go further, her breathing quickening again and I traced the edge of her outer lips with the tip of my tongue.

My mouth watering now, I slipped my tongue in the slit between her inner lips, tasting her juices, and licked firmly and steadily up the entire length to circle the hood of skin over her clit which I could see, pink and swollen, but before touching it I did the same movement again, making an appreciative noise to let her know she tasted so good. Carefully, I lightly flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth over her clitoris, getting a loud moan of pleasure from Sanjana, so I licked a bit harder, and was soon lapping at it as if it were a delicious lolly, sometimes with an up-down motion, sometimes with circles, then as I got more into it, I did figures of eight and other shapes on it, sucking it a little as I did so. She started thrusting and moving her hips, so I had to release her tits in order to hold her legs back, and I could feel my chin getting soaked from where it touched her opening, which I occasionally licked before she cried out to me to get
back to her clit.

After a couple of minutes or so, I decided to try something else, so stopped licking and sucked on my right forefinger, getting it nice and slimy with my spit, and then pushed it ever so gently inside her hot wet vagina. I could feel the warm flesh enveloping it as it entered, pushing it all the way with my knuckles pressed in her damp pubic hair, then withdrawing it, pumping it in and out while I bent down to continue my tongue work. She liked this so much that I decided to attempt it with two fingers, this time just lubricating my middle finger with her juices while still sucking on her clit and inserted it snugly inside her with the other finger.

Stroking her insides like this, I turned my hand palm upwards and noticed that I could feel I kind of bulge, and every time my fingers passed over it, Sanjana's hips would tremble just a little bit more, or she would moan slightly louder. Out of interest, I stopped pumping in and out of her like this, and instead kept my fingers inside her, running them back and forth over the mound, and changing my technique until Sanjana gasped, grabbed my hair with both hands and told me to "keep doing that!" So I continued in a steady rhythm, still licking and sucking at her clit, while she moaned louder and wriggled, arching her back and wrapping her legs tight around my bare back, her hands pulling me into her crotch.

I don't know how long I'd been eating her out, but all of a sudden her whole body tensed, and her breathing became so fast she was almost hyperventilating, and she let out a long loud cry, her hands gripping my hair so hard it hurt. She began thrusting very hard into my face, calling out incoherently and gasping while I continued to lick and finger her, moisture coming so freely from her pussy that I could feel a trickle all down my right arm to my elbow. When she started to become a little less frantic, I started to withdraw my fingers, but she pulled my head even closer so my nose was almost pressed flat against her hairy flesh and she begged me to continue. A minute or so later and she started again, panting and shaking, until she finally let me go and I could pull back for some air.

Standing up, I looked down at her, licking my hand clean, and saw her flushed face smiling serenely up at me from the nest of her messed up shoulder length hair, patches of sweat glistening slightly, while the hair around her pussy was wet and flattened from my saliva and her own juices, leaving a sizable dark patch of damp on my bed clothes. She beckoned me closer, and we kissed once more, her mouth tasting her own juices on mine, until she pushed me on to my back, a glint in her eye.

"Your turn now, darling," she said, and began kissing down my chest, her fingernails dragging sensuously over my skin where her mouth had gone before. Soon Sanjana was kneel between my legs as I had been, undoing my flies and pulling my trousers and boxers off together, releasing my semi-erect cock, and she raised her eyebrows.

"How come you have so little self-confidence, Aman? This is hardly tiny!" I just smiled weakly, grateful for the compliment, but not sure what to say in reply. Luckily, she didn't wait for one, and began kissing my thighs, letting my cock brush against her forehead or cheek, but otherwise ignoring it.

Closing my eyes, I tried to relax, feeling her warm wet lips moving up my legs, her hand carefully lifting up my balls so she could kiss just beneath them, before licking between and around them. One was suddenly surrounded by hot moisture as she took it in her mouth, the tips of her teeth just touching my sensitive skin there while her tongue caressed it. Doing the same to the other, leaving the hair on them slicked back from her saliva, she moved on to the shaft itself, holding it steady by the tip between her thumb and forefinger, licking slowly up its hardening seven inch length, then around its width, always keeping to the foreskin, teasing me.

Finally, she pulled the foreskin back and I felt the tip of her tongue trace the ridge around the edge of the head a few times, then move up to explore the wide smooth surface on top, flicking over the tiny slit a few times. Just as I thought she was going to take me in her mouth though, she slid down to lick the base of my shaft, starting the process all over again, and repeating it until a small bead of precum leaked out of the tip of my penis.

Licking it up and looking straight into my eyes with that intense gaze of hers, she opened her mouth and pushed her head slowly down, her hot damp breath all I could feel for a moment, then the tip reached the back of her tongue and she closed her lips around the shaft. I closed my eyes again as she began to suck, her mouth closing warm and wet around my dick, and she slowly pulled back, letting me slide out through her tightly held lips, and once she only had the smooth end in her mouth, she began swirling her tongue around it, took a short breath and then went down again. Now and again she would bob up and down rapidly, then lick up my shaft before resuming her slow sensual tongue work, and after a few minutes I could feel pressure building in my balls as an orgasm built up.

Sanjana seemed to notice though, as she was not entirely inexperienced, and stopped, standing up, and asking me to move. When I did she got on the bed and lay down, not across it this time but lengthwise, with her head on the pillow, her hands on my hips as I remained kneeling, trying to pull me down.

"Look, I don't have any condoms, Sanjana," I told her, to answer her questioning gaze.

"Oh, that's OK Aman," she said, seeming relieved that was all it was. "I trust you haven't got any funny diseases or you'd have said before, and I'm on the pill so there's no need to worry about the two of us becoming three or anything. Come on, I want this!"

Reassured, I knelt between her open legs and lowered myself down over her, supported on my elbows, until her hard nipples were almost touching me, and we could feel each other's breath on our faces. One of her hands left my waist and I felt it hold my still erect cock, pulling it carefully down, the tip tickled by her pubic hair. Then it was brushing her lips, both our breathing quickening in anticipation, then she was holding it, the head just dipped in her wet entrance, her eyes looking up at me, waiting. Slowly, I pushed my hips forward, her hot wet flesh closing around my dick, and Sanjana gasped as I moved up inside her until finally my patch of hair covered skin above my crotch was against hers and I could go no further.

We began kissing again as I withdrew and got into a steady rhythm of sliding in and out of her, pressing my body closer to hers to feel her heat against me, but taking care not to squash her, and doing my best to concentrate on our tongues caressing each other so I wouldn't cum too early. Gradually I began to speed up, Sanjana meeting my thrusts with her own, her legs tightening around mine, her arms pulling me closer. Our kissing became harder, the contact between our lips being broken occasionally, Sanjana's moaning becoming clearer by not being muffled by my mouth. Once again I could feel the pressure of a climax building, so I forced myself to slow down to shorter thrusts, and rolled over on to my back, taking Sanjana with me.

With her on top and a slight pause, I managed to delay the orgasm for a bit longer, and let Sanjana take control. To begin with she just pushed her crotch back and forth, still lying on top of me, then she pushed herself up on to her arms, her hair falling down over her face and her breasts swaying as she began rotating her hips in a circular motion as she pulled herself up and down on me. Pushing herself up further with her hands on my chest she got into a steady rhythm, sliding her vagina up and down on my cock, then I placed my hands on her tits, propping her up even higher, the nipples pressed against the centre of my palms, before she pulled away.

Now she knelt right up over me, my hands resting on her hips as they rose and fell, panting and moaning, her flushed face wearing an expression of concentrated pleasure, her hair plastered messily to it with the sweat that covered her whole heaving body with a glistening sheen in the dim light from the three candles that were still alight. While one hand was holding mine tight, she slipped her other through her curly pussy hair to work on her clit, bringing her moans to a higher pitch. As I listened to her and watched my pale cock get swallowed by the pink hole amidst her black hair, then up her smooth shining stomach, over her shaking breasts to finally meet her half closed eyes, I felt the orgasm I'd been fighting off building up again, and I knew I couldn't stop it this time.

I started to thrust upwards harder now, and at this Sanjana speeded up too, her moans turning to cries and her face contorting with her own climax. Her fingers rubbing her clit frantically, she stopped moving otherwise, as I was now thrusting right up into her, the contracting muscles inside her squeezing me tight with each stroke, a burning sensation in the end of my cock spreading all down it, the familiar haze of ecstasy filling my head, making me groan as well. I slammed up one last time, holding myself inside her, and the tightness of her hot wet pussy twitching around me took me the rest of the way, and I felt my semen pumping itself into her. Sanjana seemed to be finishing her orgasm, and fell forwards, kissing me passionately as I emptied myself into her, squeezing her against me, the ejaculation seeming to last for ages, a glow more intense than I'd ever known flooding my whole body.

Finally, the last few spasms subsided, our kissing calmed down until we stopped, and rolled on to our sides, panting, looking at each other with a kind of fond gratitude I'd never had before, and I realised that the music must have stopped sometime ago. And we stayed like this, kissing softly now and again, held in each other's arms, our sweaty bodies pressed together, my cock slowly softening and shrinking inside her, not saying a thing.

After I had slipped out of her, accompanied by a discharge of cum and pussy juice, which trickled warmly and wetly over both our legs on to the bed, we remained looking at each other in a kind post-orgasmic stupor. Her scent, the feel of her hair in my hand, and her eyes gazing into my mine becoming the only thing in my world, I felt I wanted to melt into her completely forever. Eventually the last candle had burnt out, and in the darkness we drifted off to sleep, the most contented and peaceful sleep I ever had.

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Shopping

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"Come on Hon," I groaned while I pushed the cart and watched her zip off into yet another section of the women's apparel section. "How many damn sweaters do you need?"

"Sweetheart... I'm just looking!"

"Jeee-zuz, what is it with women and clothes!" I mumbled, popping another little wheelie with the cart to get that damn broken front wheel aligned again.

"What's that? I didn't hear you?"

"Ah, I said... that one's nice; colour of rose!" I didn't think she bought that bullshit, but her cute little wink and wiggle kind of let me know I wasn't in any serious trouble.

Oh, how I hate shopping! I guess I just don't get it, really. I mean aren't women constantly bitching about seeing someone else wearing exactly the same outfit? And look at all this stuff... lots of exactly the same outfits! Who's buying all this stuff anyway! I let my mind roam around that awhile as I watched other women zipping in and out of this or that section, holding the stuff against their chests, picking here and there (through all that stuff that looks exactly the same) as though they'd be the lucky one who really could find something that's not exactly the same as the rest of the stuff. No wonder the men's apparel section is so much smaller. Yep, show me where you keep the whitie-tighties, jeans, t-shirts... that's all I need anyway.

"Oh Todd! Isn't this just the cutest top!" her sweet giggly voice chimed, jerking my train of thought to a sudden stop.

“aw Christ," I groaned.

"Huh?"

"I said, yes, it's nice!" and smiled, but I think she knew that was bullshit too! "Ah, Sweetie? Are you almost done here?"

"What's the matter? You don't like spending time with me?"

(Oh shit... here it comes. That 'boo-hoo woe is me bullshit' that always gets me. Why do we guys keep falling for that anyway?)

"No! Oh, no, Sweetie... it's not that, really! I just thought if you're going to be here awhile, I'll go over to the sporting goods department; maybe swing by automotive and get some oil for the car." (Yeah, right, she wasn't buying that line either!)

"Oh, okay, Honey! I just wanna look around some more." And then she winked again with one of those little 'toodle-oo' kind of finger waves.

(Uh-oh, she's up to something. That was just too easy! And how the hell did we end up in the lingerie department anyway!)

"You sure? I mean, I don't mind staying here with you, really!"

"No, no... That’s okay. You gone on, I'll catch up," she pretended to pout as she held a pair of green bikini panties in front of her jeans, not even turning around to look at my totally dumb-founded Homer Simpson look.

(Aw, God... don't do that! You don't need to hold that bra like that too!)

Suddenly, checking out those new waders and fishing gear didn't seem like such a good idea. And as far as oil for the car, well, I figured I could just get some later... I mean, just because we damn near blew the engine that one time because 'somebody' wasn't checking the oil regularly...

While I debated in my mind the pros and cons of leaving her alone there, she had moved on to the nighties. Now, of course she has tons of them already, and why, I don't know, since she somehow never seems to get around to wearing any of them, but, I don't complain about that... skin-on-skin spooning is just fine with me!

Ever notice that we guys get a hard-on at the most inconvenient times? Well, standing there in the women's intimate apparel section was that inconvenient time for me. And I didn't even care! She was off in her own little world there, holding up a sexy shred of a thing against her body, swaying a little back and forth as she admired the garment in the mirror by the rack. I couldn't help myself. Whether or not she was thinking what I was thinking this time, I couldn't tell, but I knew that what I was thinking would drive me nuts if I didn't do something about it. I snuck around the other side of the dividing wall between those intimate things and handbags and accessories, careful to make sure she didn't see me. Then, like some junior high school peepers, I slipped in behind her and snuggled up to her. I think she figured out what I had been thinking; she could feel my jeans-covered boner riding up the crack of her jeans-covered (tight jeans-covered) ass, and without the slightest hint of modesty, she grabbed it... I nearly creamed my jeans!

"Mmmmm," she moaned softly when I pushed her hair off her shoulders, and kissed her lightly on the back of her neck. Her grip on my dick tightened as my hands found her tummy.

"I want you... NOW!" I whispered.

"I know," she whispered back. "Why do you think I'm standing so close to the dressing rooms?'

And before I could use my standard 'Oh you little sneak!' line when she does those unexpected delightful things; she had me by the wrist and was practically dragging me and my stumbling, weak-kneed legs along behind her. (I'm sure glad Waldo-Mart uses real doors now instead of those curtains on the dressing rooms!) In no time at all, she was yanking my weak-kneed legs free of my pant legs while I was yanking her over-sized sweater over her head. Standing inside that little box of a room, completely naked, we embraced tightly and kissed deeply, and fiercely. Her nipples hardened against me, creating waves of Goosebumps beneath my chest hair as my hard-on stiffened even more against her pelvis. I was almost certain she'd drawn blood across my back the way her nails clawed me there, but a quick glance in one of the mirrors only showed it to be reddened, like lines of hackles. I squeezed her ass cheeks as her hands danced down my torso.

"Take me... NOW!" she whispered, and ravished my mouth with hers one more time before I picked her up then turned around to sit on the bench.

We must've looked like two raging hormone teenagers in the back seat of a '66 Cutlass F-85 as we manoeuvred into the reverse cowgirl position. I held her waist while she straddled my thighs, her wetness dripping onto my waiting pre-cum smeared cock, then with oh-so-slow-motion elegance, she spread her legs and settled herself down onto me. All... the... way... down. Tight. Wet. Hot. I kissed and licked her spine, and fondled and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples each time her pussy squeezed my shaft on her downward plunges.

"I'm..." I gasped.

"Me too," she moaned, laying her head back on my shoulder. "Hold me tight."

Our rhythm quickened, as did our heart rates and breathing... and with one more swift, deep thrust, I exploded inside her. I felt her stream flow around my balls only seconds later, as her once tense body suddenly became limp against me.

"You are wonderful," I whispered when my breaths were finally normal again.

"WE are wonderful!" she corrected me, with that cute little wink.

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Paying Rent

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As a college student I can only work part time and still have enough energy to go to class. My parents help me out with some money every month, but things used to be pretty tight, but not any more. I have almost completely eliminated my rent payment.

Several months ago my rent came due and I didn't have the money to cover it. I had paid my credit card and utility bills and the money was just gone. I knew that my parents would think I'd blown it all on a party or a shopping trip, so I couldn't ask them for more money.

I was able to dodge my landlord for a few days by being very careful about coming and going and pretending that I wasn't home, even when I was. Finally though, he caught up with me just as I was getting back from class on Friday afternoon.

"Kashish, I still haven't received your rent check." Kshitiz said.

"Yeah, listen, about the rent, is there any way I could get an extension on that?" I asked.

"Are you saying you don't have the money that you owe me?" Kshitiz asked.

"Not right now, but I will at the end of next week." I said.

"The end of next week? You're already four days past due. You know the rules, pay on or before the day that rent is due or you can be evicted." Kshitiz said.

"Please don't evict me, my parents would kill me. There must be some way we can work this out." I said.

"Well, I suppose certain exceptions could be made for those that are willing to cooperate." Kshitiz said with a sly smile on his face.

I was creeped out because I assumed by the way he said it and the look on his face that cooperation meant having sex with the bald headed, 52 year old fat man.

"There's no way that I'm sleeping with you, I'd rather be evicted." I said.

"Oh no, I wasn't going to suggest that you sleep with me." Kshitiz said.

"Good, then what is it that you did have in mind?" I asked.

"I'll give you to the end of next week to come up with the money, if you will take off the panties that you're wearing right now and give them to me." Kshitiz said.

"No way, weirdo." I said.

"Very well, I guess I'll just go to my office and start the eviction process." Kshitiz said.

He turned to go to his office.

"Wait. If I give them to you I get until the end of next week to come up with the money right?" I asked.

"Yes, that's right." Kshitiz said.

"Okay, but you've got to wait out here while I go inside and take them off." I said.

"Fine by me." Kshitiz said.

I opened the door to my apartment, rushed inside and shut and locked the door behind me. I looked down at the front of my pants as I agonized over whether or not to go through with it, Kshitiz however was in much more of a hurry than I was.

"What's taking so long?" Kshitiz called from outside the door.

"Just a second, I'm looking for something to put them in." I said.

I decided that I had very little choice but to do it so I kicked off my shoes, quickly stripped off my pants peeled my panties off, pulled my pants back on, put the panties into a fast food bag that was on the table, quickly opened the door, handed the bag to Kshitiz, and closed and locked the door as quickly as I could.

"Thank you, and don't forget, next Friday I'll be back." Kshitiz said.

I sat on the floor propped up against the door thinking about what I had done. I had traded my panties for another week to raise my rent money. It wasn't exactly selling my body, but I felt just as dirty as there was no doubt in my mind that Kshitiz had ran back to his office or to his own apartment with my still warm panties to jerk off.

I hadn't really thought about my underwear being an object of sexual desire until Kshitiz had requested them, but as I thought about it I could see why men might find them appealing. They were the garment that covered and protected my most intimate of places. After being worn they do carry the aroma of my womanhood. The more I thought about what had just transpired and what Kshitiz was no doubt doing with my panties at that very moment the more my fear and apprehension faded away and the more turned on I got.

I spent the whole next week doing everything I could think of to raise the money, I got the cash advances on my credit cards, I sold some of my stuff to friends, but I could not come up with the money. Friday afternoon I waited nervously in my apartment. I knew that the knock would come; I just wasn't sure when it would be.

The knock came at 6:00. Standing at the door was Kshitiz, with a big smile on his fat face.

"Well Kashish, have you got my money?" Kshitiz asked.

"I've got most of it, but I couldn't get all of it." I said.

"I don't take instalments Kashish, once a month I expect Rs 5,000, not Rs 3000 today and Rs 2000 next week. We're over half way to having your next month's rent due, and with the problems you're having this month I can only assume things will be like this or worse e next month, so I'm afraid that I'm going to have to evict you." Kshitiz said.

"Wait, maybe you don't. I was thinking about last week and I have an idea." I said.

"Okay, what's your idea?" Kshitiz asked.

"Well, you gave me an extra week in exchange for one pair of panties. I was thinking that we might barter something similar to pay for my rent." I said.

"Last week was a special discount; one pair of panties per week won't make up for Rs 5,000 per month in rent." Kshitiz said.

"I realize that, but what about a pair every day?" I asked.

"Every day?" Kshitiz asked, noticeably intrigued.

"Yes, at Rs 5,000 per month I'm paying over Rs 150 per day to live here, but I can get new panties for less than Rs 50 per pair if I buy them at the right place. That's only Rs 18,250 per year for a fresh pair of Rs 50 panties every day. I could wear them all day and get them all nice and warm for you, and then I could drop them off at your place when I get home." I said.

"An intriguing offer, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline." Kshitiz said.

"What if I were to cum in some of them before I dropped them off, say two pairs a week?" I asked.

"You'd cum in them?" Kshitiz asked.

"Sure, we girls like to masturbate too." I said demonstrating that I knew what he had done with my panties.

"I don't know, I mean this apartment could make me Rs 60,000 per year in rent." Kshitiz said.

"How about a video, I'm sure you'd like to see me cum in some of the panties, once a month I could do a video for you." I said.

"How long of a video?" Kshitiz asked.

"A half hour at the very least." I said.

"So let me get this straight, if I let you live here without paying any money in rent you'll give me your freshly worn panties every single day, including two pairs a week that you've cummed in, plus every month you'll give me a video of you playing with yourself?" Kshitiz asked.

"That's the deal I'm offering." I said.

"Okay, I'll take that deal; on the condition that I get to watch you play with yourself in person tonight. You don't need to worry, I won't try anything, I just want to watch." Kshitiz said.

I looked at him for a minute, he was all sweaty and I could see him trembling with anticipation as he awaited my reply.

"Okay, but if you try anything I'm calling the cops." I said.

"You don't have to worry about that." Kshitiz said.

We went to my bedroom and he sat in a chair at the end of my bed. I was nervous as I began to undress. I wasn't attracted to him at all, in fact he disgusted me, but he was completely obsessed with me and doing this would allow me to live basically rent free.

I heard Kshitiz gasp when I pulled off my bra and he was able to see my breasts for the first time, but that gasp was nothing compared to the sound he made when I slipped my panties down my legs. They dropped to my ankles and with one foot I flicked them at Kshitiz. They hit him in the face and landed in his lap.

"There's your first instalment on my rent." I said with a giggle.

Kshitiz lifted them to his nose and inhaled the aroma that they carried.

I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself so Kshitiz could see everything as I began to play with myself.


It was a little hard to get aroused with a strange, sweaty, fat man watching me, but I wasn't going to go that far only to stop due to lack of arousal so I forced myself to become aroused. I thought of all sorts of things that allowed my mind to drift away from that room and that odd little man.

Soon I was thinking back to a very passionate night with one of my former boyfriends. As my fingers worked away on my pussy my mind concentrated on that night; blocking my current situation completely from my head.

In all it took about 20 minutes before I reached orgasm, and came back to the reality that Kshitiz had pulled his cock out and was jerking off into the panties that I had given him. He reached his orgasm shortly after I had mine, then he stood up, walked to the front door and let himself out without saying a word.

Every day since then I have left a freshly worn pair of panties in his mailbox, twice a week they are soaked with cum, and once a month I make a video and put it in the box as well.

The girls at the lingerie store all know me by name now as I'm in there all the time buying more and more panties, they keep asking me what happened to all the ones I'd bought, I just smile and say....

"A girl has to pay the rent."

They just smile awkwardly either not understanding what I mean or understanding all to well and not approving of my method. I've saved thousands in rent, and I've started my own website where I sell copies of the videos that I make for Kshitiz so now my rent is free, and I make more than I ever did before. I love my life.

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Part time job

Hi friends I thank you for the overwhelming response to my previous stories, my mailbox is flooded with your love and that motivates me so please keep them coming here I am posting one more story I hope you will love it too, mail me your comments and requests on kshitiz@crazysexycool.in and add me on yahoo kapoor.kshitiz@yahoo.in

I once again want to tell you all that all my stories are fictitious so please do not mail me asking the contact info of the girl, just read enjoy and appreciate, this time a babe is narrating this story

My name is Sonia and I'm 24 years old, married and have three kids, Me and my husband settled in U.S.A. few years after our wedding, My husband and I both work hard but with three kids it is hard to make ends meet. Not too long ago I decided to take on a part time job a few nights a week to try to help keep us afloat financially.

I looked all over for a job that would be three or four nights a week that would pay enough to be worth it. I saw an ad in the paper that said that a 66-year-old widower was looking for someone to do general cleaning, some cooking, and other duties around the house. The ad said that he wanted someone Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights from 6 until 11.

The ad listed the starting pay as $300 per week. That was $20 an hour. The offer seemed too good to be true, but I called the number.

I talked to an older man named Kshitiz. He had me tell him about myself and he told me about the housework that I would be expected to do. It all sounded too good to be true to me. I had to do housework anyway; I might as well get paid $20 an hour for some of it.

We set up an interview for Monday night. When I got there I saw why he wanted someone to clean for him; the place was a mess.

We went over what his expectations would be for cooking and cleaning but I had a feeling that he was holding something back.

"Well, I think I can handle all of that. If you decide to hire me I could start right now." I said.

"Well there is one more thing that I didn't quite know how to put in the ad." Kshitiz says.

"Oh, what?" I asked.

"You would be required to do your work in the nude." Kshitiz said.

"Excuse me?" I asked in disbelief.

"I would expect you to do your cooking and cleaning in the nude." Kshitiz said.

"I…I'm sorry, I don't think this is the right job for me after all. I'm a married woman." I said as I stood up and headed for the door.

"I'll pay you $600 a week." Kshitiz said as I reached the door.

Now we were talking about $40 an hour. That kind of money talks pretty loud when you're as strapped for cash as my husband and I were. I turned and looked at the old man sitting there. He looked as if a stiff breeze could carry him across state lines.

"I'd just have to cook and clean naked. There wouldn't be any sex stuff or anything like that?" I asked.

"Of course not. My late wife and I were nudists. We hardly ever wore clothes at home unless we had company. Since she's been gone I miss having a naked woman around. Plus as you can clearly see I miss her domestic skills." Kshitiz said.

"Can I have some time to think about this?" I asked.

"Of course. How about this, if you show up Wednesday night it will mean you accept the job, if you don't I'll keep looking." Kshitiz said.

"That sounds fine to me." I said.

On the way home my car started acting up. I had to nurse it to get it home at all. When I got there my husband was mopping up water.

"What happened here?" I asked.

"The washing machine sprung a leak." He said.

"Can you fix it?" I asked.

"Not this time. It looks like we're gonna have to buy a new one. How'd the interview go?" He asked.

"Not bad. There's some deliberating still to be done, but we'll know by Wednesday night if I'm gonna be working there or not. I hate to add to our troubles, but my car started shaking really bad on the way home. Kind of like it did when the transmission went out last time." I said.

"Oh great, that's just what we need right now, more bills. I really hope you get that job, we could use the extra $300 a week." He said.

I don't know why I didn't tell him that I'd been offered $600 a week. Probably because he'd get suspicious of a man paying me $600 a week for 15 hours of cooking and cleaning, and who wouldn't be suspicious of that.

We found a used washing machine for $400, and we had to put $1,300 worth of parts into my car to get it back on the road. That was $1,700 that we didn't have and had very little prospect of getting without my taking the job.

Wednesday night at just before 6 I knocked on Kshitiz's door.

"Sonia, good to see you. I guess this means that you have decided to accept the position." Kshitiz said.

"Yes, I need the money and being naked isn't gonna hurt me." I said.

"Please come in, so you can get started." Kshitiz said.

I walked inside a little nervous.

"So where do I get undressed?" I asked.

"Wherever you like, it's not like you're changing into anything so what's it matter where you get undressed?" Kshitiz asks.

"Okay." I said.

I kicked my shoes off and with a deep breath I pulled my T-shirt over my head. I unzipped and wiggled out of my jeans, and then I unclasped and removed my bra and stepped out of my panties as quickly as possible so that I wouldn't change my mind half way through.

When I was completely naked I stood straight up like a soldier waiting for inspection. Kshitiz didn't even look at me. He was too busy removing his own clothes. When he had taken off all of his clothes he turned and I saw his cock. I had been expecting a shrivelled old man cock, so I was mesmerized to see a thick, long cock that I figured would get close to a foot long if it were hard.

"Why don't you start by cleaning up the living room? I'm afraid that I've made quite a mess of it lately." Kshitiz said.

I was a little disappointed that he hadn't really looked at me. I may have three kids, but you wouldn't know it from looking at me. I work out all the time and I keep my weight below 125 pounds, which at five foot seven inches tall is a pretty good weight for a woman my age. There isn't any part of me that sags or has stretch marks as a result of having my children. My husband's friends all hit on me when he isn't paying attention, so it kind of hurt that this 66 year old man whose wife had been dead for over a year didn't even look at my young body in its nude form.

I went about cleaning up the living room. There were dishes and pizza boxes and leftover pieces of food all over the living room. I spent a lot of time on my hands and knees or bending over to pick things up. Kshitiz would have a great view of every last bit of my body if he happened to look my way. Kshitiz had sat down on the couch to watch a little TV and on one trip back from putting dirty dishes in the kitchen I happened to glance over at his lap.

That monster cock of his was stirring from heaven only knows how long of a slumber. Apparently he had been looking at me after all, but he had been doing it when I wasn't looking his way. Knowing that he was looking at me gave me an excited feeling down deep inside so I made every effort to display my body for him without seeming obvious about it. From time to time I'd glance back and sure enough his cock was standing out tall and proud.

Kshitiz's eyes were always on the TV when I would sneak a peak back at him, but I got the feeling that the rest of the time his eyes were glued squarely on me. I spent a lot of time on my hands and knees facing away from him giving him a nice rear view of my ass and pussy as I picked up the tiny pieces of trash that were all over the floor.

There were some stains on the carpet between the couch and the TV that gave me the perfect opportunity to tease him while fulfilling my duties.

"I'm gonna try to get some of these stains out. I hope I don't block your view." I said.

"Oh no, go right ahead, I can watch around you." Kshitiz said.

I laid it on thick. I had a scrub brush so I scrubbed the stains really hard while on my knees facing away from him. I scrubbed so hard in fact that my hips rocked forwards and backwards thrusting my ass and pussy at him then pulling them away.

I also scrubbed while facing him. Without a bra to restrain them my breasts shook and bounced with each forceful stroke of the brush. I also scrubbed across the stains causing my breasts to jiggle from side to side.

The combination of the physical exertion and the temperature in the room had my entire body glistening with a fine coat of sweat, and I could feel the moisture running from my pussy and down my legs. I could clearly detect the scent of my aroused pussy in the air so I made sure to get as close to Kshitiz as possible to ensure that he smelled it too.

It took most of the five-hour shift but I had that living room spotless. Kshitiz's cock hadn't gone down the slightest bit the whole night.

He let me go early promising to pay me for the whole shift. I dressed quickly, got in my car, went straight home, took an ice cold shower and went to bed.

Over the next two weeks things went pretty much the same. I would show up around six, take my clothes off and start cleaning a room. Kshitiz would always find something to do in that room and by the end of the night my teasing had him rock hard and my pussy incredibly wet.

Then on Monday of my third week there weren't any more rooms that needed substantial cleaning.

"So what's on the schedule for tonight?" I asked as I stepped out of my panties.

"I don't really know. You cleaned everything up far faster than I thought you would. Why don't you make us some dinner and I'll see what I can come up with." Kshitiz suggested.

Kshitiz sat at the kitchen table as I put together a quick meal. As we ate he asked me how my other job was going.

"It's kicking my ass. I'm running all over that building, by the time I get either here or home my feet are killing me." I said.

"You poor thing. Here, let me help you out." Kshitiz said.

He reached under the table and grabbed my right leg. He pulled it up so that my foot was resting on his thigh. He started massaging my foot. It was the first time he had touched me since I shook his hand during my interview.

"You don't have to do that." I said.

"Nonsense. They work you too hard over there and then I expect you to come over here and work some more. The least I can do is massage your feet. I used to massage my Nisha's feet every day when she got home from work, but if it makes you uncomfortable I can stop." Kshitiz says.

"Well it does feel good." I said.

Kshitiz's powerful hands massaged first my right foot then my left foot. Before either of us knew it two hours had gone by.

"Will you look at the time it's after 8:00." Kshitiz said.

"Really? That foot massage felt so good that I lost track of time." I said.

"Me too. I was gonna have you start cleaning out my attic, but since we've lost two hours already let's just clean out the closet in my bedroom." Kshitiz said.

We went to his bedroom and he opened the closet door. He hadn't let me open the door when I was cleaning the room and now I understood why. The closet was absolutely packed. Several things fell off of the pile and nearly hit me when we did open the door.

"Let's just do this one box at a time so we don't get overwhelmed by all of this stuff. I'm sure most of this stuff can just be thrown away so we'll put the stuff I want to keep over here and the stuff that goes over there." Kshitiz said.

We took out the first box. It contained a lot of old tax records and other important paperwork. We quickly organized it and got rid of a lot of useless old envelopes then moved on to the next box. The second box contained things that had belonged to his wife.

He tried to thin out its contents but it grew too hard so we set the box aside with all of its contents.

The third box had hundreds and hundreds of pictures in it.

"Okay we need to sort these out. Clothed pictures go in this box; nude pictures go in this box." Kshitiz said.

"You sure have a lot of pictures of naked people." I said as I sorted.

"We took two weeks worth of vacation at nudist camps all over the country every year for 46 years and we spent many weekends on nude beaches or at gatherings of other nudists in the area." Kshitiz said.

"And none of these people minded you taking their picture?" I asked.

"Not at all. If you look a lot of the people in the pictures have cameras of their own. We nudists are not the least bit shy about our bodies." Kshitiz said.

"Whoa, was this at a nudist camp or at some sort of orgy?" I asked holding up a picture of dozens of people having sex.

"That's one of the more pleasant side effects of being a nudist. Everybody's naked and having a good time and sometimes a good time turns into a great time." Kshitiz says.

As we continued sorting pictures I kept sneaking peaks at Kshitiz's lap and I noticed that Kshitiz's cock had begun to get hard. After about ten minutes it was fully erect and as he moved about sorting pictures it shook back and forth like it was angry.

We did a quick sort on three big boxes of pictures that covered 46 years of Kshitiz and Nisha's nudist vacations, the resulting sexual escapades, and some out on the town shots of Nisha as a younger woman flashing in public.

By the time we got to the bottom of the third box it was time for me to go.

"Maybe on Wednesday we can sort these more carefully and put them in some photo albums so they don't get all messed up in the boxes." I said.

"Hey, that's a good idea. I'll pick up some photo albums so that we can do just that." Kshitiz said.

I put on my clothes and went home.

On Wednesday I was running a little late leaving my regular job that I called my husband and told him that I was going straight to Kshitiz's. He seemed concerned about me cooking and cleaning in my work attire so I told him that I was going to change into my gym clothes, which are always in my car.

I got to Kshitiz's at 5:40.

"Well you're early and dressed nice, is it a special occasion?" Kshitiz asked.

"No, my asshole boss had to get his jollies by keeping me after work to belittle me. I got out of there late enough that I would have just been able to get home, get changed, and get over here by 6:00 if I hurried so I saved myself a headache and just came straight here." I said as I undressed.

I shrugged my shoulders and grimaced a little as I pulled off my bra.

"Are you feeling okay?" Kshitiz asked.

"Oh yeah I'm fine, I've just had a terrible knot in my neck and shoulders all day." I said.

"Let me take a crack at it. These hands seemed to work wonders for your feet." Kshitiz said.

"That they did." I said.

We went into the kitchen and I sat in one of the chairs. Kshitiz came up behind me and his powerful hands began working my upper back and neck.

"You weren't kidding, you're tied up in knots back here. Get up on the table." Kshitiz said.

"What?" I asked.

"Lie face down on the table, sitting upright like you are the muscles stay tense, if you lay down they'll relax and I can work that knot right out of there." Kshitiz said.

I got up on the table and laid face down. Kshitiz worked his powerful hands on the knot in my back. It felt great as he worked it all the way down my back coming ever so close to my ass and out from my spine working down into my armpits and the very beginnings of both of my breasts.

As he worked I had my head tilted so that I was facing him. I watched as his cock went from a sleeping giant to a fully energized monster.

He massaged me for nearly an hour never once straying beyond the boundaries of my back though part of me was hoping that he would.

"How's that, feel better now?" Kshitiz asked.

"I feel great. Thank you." I said.

I sat up on the table and gave Kshitiz a little kiss on the cheek. The instant that I did it I was terrified that he might take it the wrong way.

"You are definitely welcome. What do you say we get to work on those photo albums?" Kshitiz suggested.

We began sorting the pictures trying to get each individual trip separated into their own piles. All of the pictures were loose in the box and were mixed together so if you picked up three pictures they could all have Nisha having sex with a 30 year old guy but she would be 22 in one picture, 35 in another, and 63 in the third.

It took us most of the night to sort them out as best we could and begin putting them into albums.

As we sorted Kshitiz told me little details about each of the trips captured in the pictures. He told me about how he and Nisha had loved going to nudist camps because you meet all kinds of interesting people from all walks of life. From what he told me the people that go to nudist camps are people that if you met them at the mall you'd never know that they enjoy being naked.

He also broke down crying when he told me how much he missed Nisha. I gave him a hug and consoled him and we went back to work.

After going through hundreds of pictures I noticed that one recurring theme across the entire 46 years worth of Kshitiz and Nisha's life that was being represented were pictures of women's feet with cum on them. These pictures were taken from very close up and went no higher than mid-calf so that you had no idea who the women were unless you knew their feet well enough to identify them.

I have only had sex with two guys in my life, my husband and my boyfriend from high school when I was 15. Both my husband and my former boyfriend were only interested in regular vaginal intercourse and of course they both wanted me to give them frequent blowjobs.

I however was much more interested in sex and frequently asked my husband if we could try new things in bed. He wasn't interested in trying anything new; as far as he was concerned our sex life was more than enough. He would go down on me from time to time, but never for very long, and he was never that into it. I had resigned myself to the idea that in exchange for a loving husband I was doomed to a life of boring repetitive sex.

As I sat there looking at all of those pictures of cum covered feet I allowed my mind to picture Kshitiz's cock spurting his hot cum all over my feet. The idea distracted me so much that Kshitiz had to shake my shoulder to get my attention.

"Are you okay?" Kshitiz asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Your birthday is next Thursday right?" I asked.

"Yes, why?" Kshitiz asked.

"How about I skip Monday and come on Thursday instead so that we can celebrate your birthday together?" I asked.

"I would love to have you here to celebrate my birthday. You won't even have to work; we'll just have a party." Kshitiz said.

Friday we finished putting together the photo albums and moved deeper into the closet. Wednesday we baked his birthday cake and worked on the closet some more.

On Thursday I left my other job at 1:00 because I had to prepare for Kshitiz's party. I took a shower making sure to scrub every inch of my body until I was squeaky-clean. I shaved my legs and for the first time in my life I shaved my pussy. My bush is usually pretty thick and curly so that even when I'm naked you can't really get a very good look at my pussy from the front. Now that I had shaved it completely bald and smooth you could see it all very easily from the front.

I went out and got a pedicure so that my toes were looking their very best, I covered my entire body with a sweet smelling lotion, and I made sure that the camera and plenty of extra film were in my purse.

I got to Kshitiz's at a little before 6:00. I was so excited about what I had planned that I got things started as soon as I stepped into his house.

"Kshitiz, I have a very special birthday present for you that I think you're really gonna like. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and your birthday is the perfect time for me to give you this gift." I said as I quickly stripped.

"Well where is it? I don't see a package." Kshitiz said.

"Look down." I said pointing at my feet.

"Well, isn't that adorable, there are little bows on all of your toes, and there's a little tag. What's the tag say?" Kshitiz asked.

"Why don't you just drop down there and read it." I suggested.

Kshitiz dropped to his knees and bent over to read the tag.

"To Kshitiz from Sonia please clean them up when you are done." Kshitiz read.

"Sonia what does that mean?" Kshitiz asks standing up.

"I noticed from all the pictures that you have a thing for Cumming on women's feet. Now I'm a married woman so I'm not prepared to have sex with you, but I figure you Cumming on my feet don’t actually count as sex." I said.
"Are you serious?" Kshitiz asks.

"I even got a pedicure so they'd look their best in the pictures." I said.

"Oh Sonia, you don't know how great a gift this is. Of course it won't be exactly like the old days with Nisha." Kshitiz said.

"Well, maybe we can make it more like it was with Nisha. As long as it doesn't involve penetration I'm willing to make things as close to how they were with Nisha as possible to help make this birthday present a memorable one." I said.

"You're off to a good start; Nisha didn't want my cock inside her when I was going to be Cumming on her feet either. She always said that feet and fucking don't belong together. So she would stroke my cock for awhile with both hands, then she'd let me rub my cock between her breasts, and then she'd get me close to the edge with her feet and then I'd stroke it over the edge and shoot my cum on her feet." Kshitiz says.

"Well, it just so happens that I have two hands, two breasts, and two feet that I am willing to use to help make this as close to how it used to be as possible. I'm sure that I won't be nearly as good as Nisha was, but I'm willing to give it my best effort, if that's what you want. Is that what you want?" I asked.

Kshitiz's lips moved but no words came out. He managed a nod that I took as a yes so I dropped to my knees to get things started.

I gently took Kshitiz's rapidly hardening cock in my hands and caressed its massive length. I had seen it three nights a week for several weeks now, but this was my first time to get a close up look at the monster. As it came to full extension in my hands I was in awe of how huge it truly was.

"My god this thing is huge." I said looking up into Kshitiz's eyes as I began to stroke his cock using both hands.

"Yeah, it is, even with 46 years of trying Nisha never could quite get all of it inside her, of course she wasn't a very big woman." Kshitiz said.

"Come and lay on the couch so it will be easier for me to stroke this monster." I said.

I didn't want to let go of that miraculous cock for one second so I led Kshitiz by the cock over to the couch and laid him down. I was able to get a very good rhythm going along the entire length of his shaft. My hands looked so tiny moving up and down the length of his 12-inch monster.

Kshitiz reached into the drawer of the end table and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. He poured some down on the head of his cock and I worked it down the entire length.

After about 20 minutes of stroking his well-lubed cock I could tell it was time to move on. I didn't want him to cum too soon.

"When you rubbed your dick between her tits was she lying on her back with you straddling her or were you sitting in a chair with her on her knees at your feet?" I asked.

"She always said it was my thing so I would have to do the work so she would lie on the floor and I would straddle her stomach." Kshitiz said.

I lay back on the carpet and massaged some baby oil between my breasts. Kshitiz straddled my stomach and inched forward so that his cock was between my tits. I pressed my breasts together around his cock as he thrust back and forth between them.

The awkward position and the lack of friction due to the baby oil allowed Kshitiz to work his cock up and down between my breasts for about half an hour before it was time to move on.

"We'd better move on to the next stage. If I do that too much longer I'll blow a hole under your chin." Kshitiz said.

I stayed where I was lying on the floor and Kshitiz backed up so that he was positioned by my feet. I had never given a foot job before so I had to learn as I went, but Kshitiz guided my feet with his hands for awhile so that I knew what to do then he released my feet from his strong grip and I went to work on him on my own.

Again it took about 20 minutes for a rough total of a little over an hour before he was ready for the main event of the evening.

"I'm getting really close, put your feet together right in front of my cock." Kshitiz said.

I did as he said and he jerked his cock a few times and an ocean of cum erupted from the head of his cock. Wave after wave of the hot sticky white goo spurted forth onto my feet and ankles.

When he was finally done shooting he stood over my outstretched feet and looked down upon them with great satisfaction.

"Sonia, I can't thank you enough for this wonderful gift. It truly is the nicest thing anyone could have given me." Kshitiz says.

"It's not over yet. Grab the camera out of my purse and take some pictures. As long as you stay below the knee in the pictures like you did in the others they'll make a nice addition to your album of cum covered feet pictures." I said.

Kshitiz grabbed the camera and shot two entire rolls of my sticky feet. Then he got a wet towel and cleaned my feet up.

"Again I don't even know where to begin thanking you for that wonderful gift." Kshitiz said.

"I know exactly where you can begin." I said pulling Kshitiz's head into my shaved pussy.

He needed no further encouragement and he began devouring my pussy with the experience that only a 67-year-old nudist swinger could have. I was so turned on that I came within two minutes but I locked my legs around his head urging him to keep going and he did.

I laid there for over an hour as his expert mouth licked, sucked, and probed my pussy in ways I'd never felt before. I must have had at least 12 orgasms while he was eating me. When he finally pulled his face from my crotch I was sad to have such a wonderful licking come to an end, but I was also more satisfied than I'd ever been in my life.

"I hope that is a good enough start to thanking you because my tongue is about to fall off." Kshitiz said.

"Oh that's a pretty good start. Just so we are clear on things, I am a married woman and not some slut so we aren't gonna be doing this kind of thing every night from now on." I said.

"I understand." Kshitiz said a little dejectedly.

"You'll just have to get by with doing this kind of thing two nights a week." I said.

Kshitiz's eyes lit up.

"Oh Sonia do you mean it?" Kshitiz asked.

"Yes, but remember no vaginal penetration. I'm willing to do a lot of things with you, but intercourse is not one of them. Since that is the only thing my husband seems to be interested in I will reserve it only for him." I said.

"What about anal?" Kshitiz asked.

"Not right away, I haven't even given my husband anal, but I think I might need to feel that giant cock of yours inside me eventually so I'll have to think about that one." I said.

I eventually did start giving Kshitiz anal and oral, I've found to our mutual surprise and enjoyment that I am able to get nearly all of his beautiful cock down my throat.

My husband and kids still have no idea what I do for Kshitiz, but they have been the beneficiaries of the $300 a week that it adds to our income. Of course Kshitiz had been paying me $600 a week but he always gave me half of it in cash so I could keep it secret from my husband as an emergency fund.

I have been earning my money though; Kshitiz worked out a schedule. Monday nights I do all of the cleaning and laundry, then we spend the remainder of the time making out and using our hands to please one another. I've found that giving and receiving hand jobs is one of the most enjoyable sexual experiences that I have had. On Wednesday night we spend as much of the night as I can stand with Kshitiz ramming my ass with his cock. I love getting my ass pounded by his gorgeous cock, but it is so big that it gets painful after awhile. Then on Friday night we always go through a slow methodical repeat of his birthday gift seeing how long we can draw things out before he cums on my feet.

All in all working for Kshitiz has been the best job I've ever had, I only wish my other job were this much fun.

I hope you are wet, exhausted from the masturbation and satisfied with this story mail me your love and requests at Kshitiz@crazysexycool.in or follow me on my blog thebestsexstories.blogspot.com