hello ladies and gentlemen here i start with my first story as narrated to me by a very voluptuous lady by the name of Oindrilla. she was a married lady when i met her and we had great sex numerous times. the best thing was that she had an insatiable appetite for cum. fuck her in any position you want to but she ensured that you always cum in her hot hot mouth. and how shamelessly , almost like a glutton she used to gulp it down, and the shine in her eyes was a clear indication that she really enjoyed the taste of cum. as she says” gorom tatka fydar theke tasty r kichu hoy na( there is nothing tastier than hot fresh cum)”. if you had seen her she looked the simple saree clad bengali housewife. but yes she had an figure to die for and at the age of 39 she didn’t look a year older than 27. so after one torrid session which she finished of by draining out my balls in her hot mouth i felt like asking her.
“Oindrila its very starnge that you love cum so much. i have come accross so many Indian ladies but they just abhor the cm thing. how come that with your conservative background you developed a cum fixation.”
she cleaned herself up at the bathroom and put me down on the bed and lied down on me with her huge boobs resting on my chest.
“ok so here is the story”.
OINDRILLA SPEAKS
you are right that i do come from a conservative family and was married of to an even more conservative one. the only position my husband had ever fucked me is the missionary position. but his was a kind of wham bam thank you mam style and he never cared for my pleasure. in fact i was under the idea that sex was for the pleasure of the man only. however it was enough to get me pregnant and within one year of my marriage i had a kid. after that even that routine like sex stopped. my husband devoted all his attention to business. and i was left a lonely housewife and a full time mom. no joy no entertainment and no sex.
things turned when one day one of his cousin brother who was settled abroad came to Kolkata for a visit. he was the exactly opposite of my husband , funny carefree and yes very attractive . unknowingly i started to fall for his charms and he would talk endlessly about his works to me as there was no one else in he house. my husband too had given me strict directions to comply with his requests. he was a fashion photographer by profession.
one day as i was sitting in the verandah drying out my hair after the bath i the sunlight he came up to me and cried out.
“hold the pose boudi(sister in law)”
he ran and came back within seconds and started clicking me. I started to protest but he beckoned me to be quiet and still and kep clicking. suddenly he came a bit forward and held my chin with his fingers and adjusted my face as per his liking. i don’t know what happened but his fingers literally burnt my skin and i felt weak in the knees. after all it was the touch of another man for maybe the first time in my life, and the fragrance of his aftershave hit my olfactory senses like a bull in a china shop.
he started to click again and said “wow boudi you are a natural beauty and a natural model. i think i will make you the subject of my new session --- “the various shades of a bengali housewife.”
he stopped after maybe 30 to 40 snaps “would you mind modeling for me?”
i started hesitatingly “ you know your brother is so conservative , if he hears the word modeling.”
“ are boudi you are not going to pose in a bikini or any short dress . i need you to be in normal household saree dong your normal day to day work. i have the basic instruments for a mini studio which i can fix up today only and we can shoot you in the room only. don’t worry i will talk to brother and let me show you the pictures right now. follow me.”
i followed him to his room where he transferred is snaps from the camera to the laptop and started the slide show. i could not recognise myself. really i did look breath takingly fresh and beautiful, this guy really knew his work. it was time to get the lunch ready and he got busy setting up his lamps and shades .
my husband came home for lunch and on the able itself he brought up the topic. he reasoned he did not need a professional model but an ordinary housewife for his subject and did not want any outside help. he said however he would pay the usual model fees. my husband knew only money and he readily agreed as he was convinced that there will be no short or even any western dress will be used.
as he was just finishing the lunch phone call came and my husband spoke tensely and excitedly . after he kept down the phone he exclaimed” my company has just bagged the most coveted tender and i will fly to delhi in the earliest flight and will be back in three days after sealing the deal. so pls pack my suitcase will you?”
I quickly got his essential clothing and got them neatly packed in his samsonite bag. he left in a hurry and he said “ enjoy your modeling with Polash (that was his name) and went out the door.
TO BE CONTINUED
“Oindrila its very starnge that you love cum so much. i have come accross so many Indian ladies but they just abhor the cm thing. how come that with your conservative background you developed a cum fixation.”
she cleaned herself up at the bathroom and put me down on the bed and lied down on me with her huge boobs resting on my chest.
“ok so here is the story”.
OINDRILLA SPEAKS
you are right that i do come from a conservative family and was married of to an even more conservative one. the only position my husband had ever fucked me is the missionary position. but his was a kind of wham bam thank you mam style and he never cared for my pleasure. in fact i was under the idea that sex was for the pleasure of the man only. however it was enough to get me pregnant and within one year of my marriage i had a kid. after that even that routine like sex stopped. my husband devoted all his attention to business. and i was left a lonely housewife and a full time mom. no joy no entertainment and no sex.
things turned when one day one of his cousin brother who was settled abroad came to Kolkata for a visit. he was the exactly opposite of my husband , funny carefree and yes very attractive . unknowingly i started to fall for his charms and he would talk endlessly about his works to me as there was no one else in he house. my husband too had given me strict directions to comply with his requests. he was a fashion photographer by profession.
one day as i was sitting in the verandah drying out my hair after the bath i the sunlight he came up to me and cried out.
“hold the pose boudi(sister in law)”
he ran and came back within seconds and started clicking me. I started to protest but he beckoned me to be quiet and still and kep clicking. suddenly he came a bit forward and held my chin with his fingers and adjusted my face as per his liking. i don’t know what happened but his fingers literally burnt my skin and i felt weak in the knees. after all it was the touch of another man for maybe the first time in my life, and the fragrance of his aftershave hit my olfactory senses like a bull in a china shop.
he started to click again and said “wow boudi you are a natural beauty and a natural model. i think i will make you the subject of my new session --- “the various shades of a bengali housewife.”
he stopped after maybe 30 to 40 snaps “would you mind modeling for me?”
i started hesitatingly “ you know your brother is so conservative , if he hears the word modeling.”
“ are boudi you are not going to pose in a bikini or any short dress . i need you to be in normal household saree dong your normal day to day work. i have the basic instruments for a mini studio which i can fix up today only and we can shoot you in the room only. don’t worry i will talk to brother and let me show you the pictures right now. follow me.”
i followed him to his room where he transferred is snaps from the camera to the laptop and started the slide show. i could not recognise myself. really i did look breath takingly fresh and beautiful, this guy really knew his work. it was time to get the lunch ready and he got busy setting up his lamps and shades .
my husband came home for lunch and on the able itself he brought up the topic. he reasoned he did not need a professional model but an ordinary housewife for his subject and did not want any outside help. he said however he would pay the usual model fees. my husband knew only money and he readily agreed as he was convinced that there will be no short or even any western dress will be used.
as he was just finishing the lunch phone call came and my husband spoke tensely and excitedly . after he kept down the phone he exclaimed” my company has just bagged the most coveted tender and i will fly to delhi in the earliest flight and will be back in three days after sealing the deal. so pls pack my suitcase will you?”
I quickly got his essential clothing and got them neatly packed in his samsonite bag. he left in a hurry and he said “ enjoy your modeling with Polash (that was his name) and went out the door.
TO BE CONTINUED
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