My phone rings. "Hello, Smita here.... Yes sir, I'll be in your office in two minutes." His voice sounds irritated, even slightly angry. I feel nervous as I tread the corridor to his office. It is unlike him. He is always so kind. He never criticizes me and he always understands if I am ill or late. He is the perfect boss and this job is easily the best I ha...
The Rajmata (Queen Mother) sat behind the thin veil of a curtain and watched as her daughter-in-law, the Maharani spread herself out under the looming figure of Samar Singh, the Chief of the Royal Guard. Samar Singh, just twenty years old and a virgin had been drafted by the Rajmata (Queen Mother) to impregnate Maharani Samyukta. The lad was a battle-scarre...
Sliding my thick White cock into Samantha MacLeod's tight asshole, I gave the curvy Jamaican woman's big Black butt a firm slap. I love big Black butts and I cannot lie. All this while her husband Ray MacLeod, a tall and burly, forty-something Black man, sat on a nearby couch, watching us intently. What kind of man likes to watch his wife get fucked by other...
Chapter 04: Binita Around the House The woman massaged the oil into his limbs. Thakur Hari Singh luxuriated in the ceremony of the long oil bath he treated himself to once every week. His weekly routines had been interrupted for a while now because of the preparations needed for his son's marriage to that saucy, town-educated girl Binita. "Binita," he thou...
Captain Steve Michaels was dreaming he was floating on the ocean when his alarm went off. It was a common dream among those in zero-gravity environments. He rubbed his eyes and then checked his daily schedule: light duty and recreation. He was glad it was finally the weekend. Michaels was part of a three-man expedition to Mars. He was in the tenth month of...
The readers of Good Morning India Ch2 may remember that Kira had met the French Ambassador in New Delhi on her first official outing with Kyrhan to attend the opening of the Franco-Indian week. She was presented to him as Kira Chowdhury, Kyrhan's Indian personal assistant. Her perfect knowledge of the French language (obvious as she was really French) had ma...
Hi all. Taking a break from my series stories to write this relatively "short" one part story. Trying something different here. Narrating in third person and not in first person as usual. Also, there is very little elaborate description of actual sex like in my other stories. I think the fun is all in the build-up, the situation and the twist. I enjoyed writ...
Page-42 The story of Leela & Viswanath When Aditya got a job as CA in a big Corporate Firm in New Delhi, and Usha had just entered her college life, both Viswanath and Leela realized that something was gradually missing from their lives. They had been married for more than 24 years, and slowly they felt that the color of the marital life was getting faded...
Westerners refuse to learn to properly pronounce Sikh Indian names, that's how a proper Sikh lady like myself got saddled with the nickname Aggie, even though my full name is Agochar Chatwal-Vincent. My first name means "Unfathomable" in the Hindi language. Big name for such a small lady, eh? I'm five-foot-five, with light bronze skin, long black hair and li...
"Oh, no!" still-naked Camilla said to ogling Dr. Singh. "So for sure, those tiny black oval things are swimming around in my blood and pee? What am I gonna do?" "Don't be alarmed," he said as they walked over to a table. "It may not be as bad as you think." "Not as bad!" she said in increasing agitation. "Those black eggs are what killed Mr. Leroy, I just...