It's good to see cuckolding communities on a rise in Indian society as well. So much so that talking about it has become a norm at many levels, if not all. Well, coming back to the story of my life, it's me and my two fetishes, cuckolding and foot fetish, growing deeper and deeper in me, so much that I have now secretly accepted my role in ISHA'S life. I l...
Rekha gave one final look in the mirror at her shapely figure. Her sleeveless blouse and sari looked stunning on her well maintained body. Like any other day, she was dressed to kill. But tonight, she made double sure that she looked as ravishing as possible. Going to Waseem and Masooma's place was fun. This Pakistani couple lived only a block away from thei...
(Read the series Good morning India for the background of Kira's adventures) * Linda was wearing a violet saree with a matching choli. She was barefoot and Rajiv had forbidden her to wear a bra or knickers, in order to emphasize her modesty, Rajiv had explained. The young woman who had just been denied the use of her own name entered and saluted Kira and h...
"Heathens, every one of them. Godless heathens!" The governess hissed in protestant fury as their palanquin was born behind the Regiment of Foot in solid British scarlet. The harsh and heavy wool and brass seemed out of place in the opulent heat of Madhya Presh, even as the heavy boots and heavier guns dragged behind the column trampled the traditional freed...
In our last segment, my lovely wife Cathy had given me herself to me for Christmas as a sex slave. Calling her Angel would put her into slut mode, where she would do anything I asked: willingly, enthusiastically, and immediately. God she looked sexy kneeling there! Her tongue tenderly finished cleaning my cock. I reached down, pulled her to her feet, and ki...
July 1998 The Nevada sky grew hazy with the heat and the dust and in the distance the first signs of the lightning storm to come grumbled and roared. I sat curled up in a chair in the living room listening to the thunder and I could feel my heart beating and my body growing tense. A lighting storm outside was the harbinger of a different type of storm insi...
"Don't feel bad about yesterday, Asifa, it's only natural, and besides, I like it when women fart," Clive Winston said enthusiastically, and he flashed Asifa Thumar a rather suggestive wink. You did not just say that, Asifa thought, flabbergasted by what her co-worker just said. Asifa's sheer discomfort regarding every word that came out of Clive's mouth som...
I had a spot between his powerful legs, covered in dark, curly hair, and sinuously muscled. Long and thick, pulsing with life, I licked and sucked at his hard shaft, taking it as deeply into my mouth as I could. His hands were wound in my hair as he gently pressed my head further down and coaxed me to take him deeper. I braced myself against the urge to gag...
"Is this your first interracial shoot?" Director Stella Karpov asked, looking at the shy young South Asian woman who sat before her. Magic X Pictures corporate office sat inside a nice red brick building in the Van Nuys neighborhood of Los Angeles, California. Sandwiched between a coffee shop, a gym, an art studio and a grocery store, the place looked innocu...
Apparently, as an Indian Muslim gal living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, I'm supposed to be quiet, soft and sweet. I guess whoever believes in those myths about women from the Republic of India never met me. My name is Nadira Duwesh, and I was born in Uttar Pradesh, Northern India, and raised in Canada's Capital region. I'm five-foot-seven, one hundred and...