To refresh your memory I reproduce the last few lines of part 4. Sunday, 28th May (continued): Fifteen minutes later Ramu arrived. I introduced him to the four ladies. They smiled and said hello except Saira. 'Hi there, isn't he more handsome than Sahebji?' she giggled. Shazia and Nusrat agreed and then all of them laughed. We ordered drinks. Ramu an...
Before I start the next part I would like to repeat the last few lines of part 2. 'Have any of the three men fucked you in the ass hole?' I asked. 'All three of them,' she giggled, 'my husband fucked me in my ass hole during my period. Murad bhai loves fucking my asshole because my sister does not allow him to fuck hers and you know about pathans. They a...
I am Salim, working as a salesman in a shop in cloth market in Meerut in UP. I have been working for the past 10 years and have earned good respect and trust of my employers through my honesty, hard work and smooth salesmanship with wealthy women who come to buy ladies outfits for them and their daughters. Because of my performance, I earn fairly good salary...
Shazia and I had known each other almost literally forever. Her family moved into our neighborhood when I was three. She was two months older than me and a serious tomboy. We played together almost every day and it didn't bother me that she was better at most things than I was. We slept together in the same bed frequently. We wore pajamas and it was non-sexu...
Before launching the fourth part here are the last few lines from the third part. Saturday, 27th May (EXCERPTS FROM SHAZIA'S DAIRY): After a while Nusrat said, 'See what are they doing?' Saira's legs were in the air and Sahebji was fucking her with slow long strokes. 'Sahebji Saira ko chod rahain (Sahebji is fucking Saira),' I said. We waited till we...
Note: Miss Z, a fan of mine wrote: I quote, "Saheb Ji, you are discriminating against Muslim girls' .They also deserve a good fucking…. We (Miss Z and her two friends, Miss R and Miss F) also appeal to you write a story involving three of us. Our fantasies are Hindu guys fucking us with their mighty lunds (cocks) and then exchanging partners." I have wri...
First the last few lines of part 1: After dinner Nusrat went to the toilet. I followed her. 'Tune faisla kar liya hai ki tu Sahebji se apni bur phardwayegi (So you have decided that Sahebji will deflower you),' I said. 'Yes, but there is a problem,' she said. 'What?' I asked. 'I have read in his stories that he likes shaven choots (cunts) but my choo...
Emma walked out of the hotel into the warmth of the Parisian night. She was looking for a bar, just somewhere to sit and read her novel over a glass of wine or two. But she was also looking for some less innocent fun. She had felt horny all day; only that morning Tom had buggered her over the desk in her office and had left her with an itch in her arsehole a...
"Alright, Shazia, sign up some more clients for Mastercards, then we can talk about getting you more hours," said my manager, Rod Carling, as we stood in front of the Super Center. Dude had gone outside for a cigarette break, and I apparently caught him in a bad mood. Actually, that's not accurate. Rod is honestly kind of a dick. A lot of the minority women...
Payal stretched out naked on the bed, her every sense heightened, her body slick with the sweat of the night's ministrations, her pussy sore from the frequent insertions of Shahnawaz's sizable cock, her inhibitions completely gone, and the first day of her married life beginning now that the first night was done. Why the night could not have lasted forever s...