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““This is just a fictional idea from my imagination. I truly don’t mean to hurt or offend anyone — it’s not real, just creative expression.”
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The friendship starts to bend here. A touch too long, a stare too deep, and a command Ishaan can't stop thinking about. The descent begins--slow, hot, humiliating. Ishaan learns what it means to gag, obey, beg--and still be denied. His best friend owns his mouth and ass. (Note: The characters now wear new names, Ishaan and Vikram. But the tension, the heat, the fall? Still exactly the same.)
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This story based on 1980. Some Dialogue in hindi.
Yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes,” she moaned. “You like it, Sangita, you like it, don’t you?” “Oh yes… oh yes… Oh god… I like it… yes… yes… I like it… ahhh… yes.” “You wanted it, didn’t you… You always wanted my dick.”
Dad and Sushila bai were in there. She was disrobing for him. He was standing by the bed and mauling her breasts as she took off her saree and threw it on floor. Then he ripped apart her blouse at which point she sighed and smiled sexily at him. He then started to suck her huge tits. Biting into her nipples.
The concept of the Mailgirl - nude female couriers used to deliver memos, files, packages, and other items between departments within a corporate office building - was originated by a writer named Cambridge Caine. Other writers took it up and added their own spin on this idea so I thought I'd give it a shot as well. The concept may not be original but the settings and characters in my version of the Mailgirls universe are original.
This was originally an improvised roleplay between myself and a friend who goes by DuelistBrat. We had a great time with it, and ended up posting it in full on a different site. I've since left that site and now, with her permission, am dividing the piece up into chapters to post here. I've edited for clarity and to reduce the roleplay feeling, while retaining the switching POV.
This story is entirely a product of fiction. If something fits a person/s dead or alive it would be coincidental and not intentional; to them I offer my sincere apologies. Period of the story is late 40s when India had recently been independent. Cast system was still rigid in those days.
"I know daddy... but still... I've only ever had sex a few times with a few different guys. This is like... the real thing. Like, sacred and everything." Her father stroked the outline of his hardening cock under the table as thoughts of that day intruded his mind. "Yes, I know little Doe. You'll be fine. You should feel proud. If I don't participate in the ritual, then the wedding is called off and that's the end of it. I'm not trying to piss of any Gods and I want grandchildren."
Man to kar raha tha ki chosate chosate pani hi nikal do par wo kahane lagi ab jao nahi koi a gaya to problam ho jayegi fir mai wapas chala aya usake bad to kai bar muchase chudi or mai use apne ghar bhi laya english padane k bahane se or ji bhar ke chodo or use apne do dosto se chudwaha uski marji se……
Oh yeah, you're a bomb. In fact if you were married to someone else, I'd still want to go after you." I said, pulling her in my arms. "Hehe, you're such a rogue." she said, and hid her face in my chest. "That I am. But anyway, seriously, I don't think it's that big a deal. You should still take rides from him. We're in America now. People asking each other out on dates is normal. And refusing them is normal too." I said
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