Erotica Shraddha kapoor - an odessey of sex

[Chancellorx]

After wrapping up the shoot for Half girlfriend, shraddha goes to a mall for shopping. She takes some clothes and gets into a dressing room.




Shraddha undresses in the dressing room




And looks at her own body in the mirror...her beautiful breasts and clean shaved pussy. She had ignored her sex drive for too long and now her pussy was wet with desire.
slowly she rubbed one finger on her pussy lips and pinched one nipple.



She starts fingering her pussy hard and mashes her tits. She sucks her own suices from her finger and pushes one full fist inside her pussy

Shraddha (talking to herslef in the mirror) : ohh ..kitne din se chudvaya nahi hai....mujhe malum hai tum itne badi star ho...th.hari image blah blah... aur tumhe koi bollywood me dhang ka ladka milta bhi nahi.. sare nikkame! lekin main to shakti kapoor ki beti hu...hawas to mere khoon me hai..
Teen hafto se chudai nahi ki...pagal hote jaa rahi hu main..




Shraddha cums on her own fist and then licks it clean. Her entire body is covered in sweat and she is breathing hard.



She takes a pause for two minutes, tries the new dress and then changes back to her clothes. She goes to the billing counter and pays for it.
Cashier : Madam this is a gift for you from us. (He hands her a bag. There was another dress in it).
Shraddha : thank you!



Shraddha smiles her most beautiful smile and leaves the cashier lost in dreams.
But little did she know that there was a hidden camera in the dressing room amd the cashier has recorded her very own film..a blue film.

 

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Shraddha came home from the shopping in a good mood. The small quick session in the dressing room seemed to have added a bounce to her step. She had recently bought a new house and moved out of her parent's home.

She dropped her bags on the floor and dropped on the couch.




She was thinking about the shop she had went to today. So nice of them to gift her a dress. She decided to try the dress.






The dress was stunning and tight. Shining black and blue that shone extra around her curves and brpught her attention to them. It hugged her body like a lover.
And just like a lover it pressed her breasts hard. Her nipples started hardening and she cupped her breasts once.



Taking a deep breath she steadied her self and changed into her home clothes. She put the new dresses in her wardrobe and picked the bags to keep them away.
Se thing fell out of one of the bags.
It was a cd case. She wondered from where did it come from?

She put the cd case it o the dvd player and played it.

Suddenly she saw herself moaning and fingering her pussy and playing with breasts! She did not understand anything at first!



Then it struck her. The dressing room! Tears started flowing down her cheeks as she saw the possibility of her entire career, life amd everything being ruined!



Her heart hammered hard against her chest. The only sounds were her crying and her moans from the tv.

There was a note in the cd case. She picked it and read it,

"Wear this dress without any undergarments and reach St. Regis Hotel by 11 tonight. Dont try to be smart. I have your new film. Your fans will be eager to watch it, dont you think? May be I will put out a small trailer at 11.15 when you dont reach the hotel."


Shraddha started crying harder. She did not understand anything. What would she do now? Her carreer and life were at stake!



But bowing down to a man like this?
Bile rose from her throat and she rushed to the bathroom and vomited!



She looked at herslef in the mirror and saw how beautiful she even looked in distress...her red swollen eyes and quivering lips...those lips needed to be kissed...to be bit and chewed.



Her own moans echoed from the tv and she felt a tingle in her pussy!
She rushed to the hall and starred at her slef bucking on her own fist. The ecstacy on her face! The glistening pussy made her want to lick her juices.

Her breathing quickened and she succumbed to her desires!
Withing a moment she got naked amd her hand went to her pussy. She started by slapping it lightly and then put one finger in. One of the most hungry moans escaped her lips.



She started fucking her pussy slowly and then faster. Added another finger. As she saw her slef on the screen abusing her pussy a wave of carnal wanting exploded through her body and she pinched and pulled at her own breasts! One hand went through her hair and she grabbed a handful in a bunch and pulled her silky hair!



Her eyes closed and she could hear her moans echo in the house, moans from both, the tv and her lips. She opened her eyes and watched her own blue film. She felt like the countless pornstars she loved watching when she was a teenager.

She was a pornstar herself now? There was a guy who was jerking himself at this very moment too just like her! Watching her on the screen fist her pussy!

The thought took her over the edge and she fucked her pussy and abused her nipples without abandon!




She orgasmed hard. Wave upon wave of crashing pleasure rocked her body from the inside! With every pulse her pussy wrecked a little more.
By the time her orgasm finished she was on the edge of consciousness. A final wave pushed her off the edge and she fell asleep.



When she woke up the sun had set and it was past 9.30 in the night. She knew what she had to do. She picked up the phone and made a call.
Then she got the tight sexy dress from the wardrobe and gave the undergarments a skip.
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After day before yesterday’s happening Shraddha decided that she needed a vacation. But she had a photoshoot in Morocco and and then a shoot for a portion of Haseena coming up. She decided to take a small two day break before the shoot. As for the destination she figured out Morocco itself would be nice.

After two day's sightseeing and shopping of forts, museums and the palaces of the Sultans and a lot of masturbating, she finished her photoshoot. The shoot was in the desert, the fierce sun and the hot winds had no mercy as she posed in a bikini.




After returning to the hotel she finally decided it was a good idea to be in place where there were no buildings, no structures, no mankind. She and nature.

Skirts were a bad idea. But to be honest Shraddha never intended to go on a camel ride.

It was silent – even the evening breeze had no branches to rustle. Shraddha climbed the dune with its soft, yielding sand and slowly reached the top. As she crossed over she could see silvery dunes – miles and endless.

The voice was sudden and made her jump. The camel driver had been sitting in the sand by his camel, enjoying the same moonlit night that she had come out to seek.

"Ride?" he asked.

Shraddha shook her to say she wasn't interested.

"No charge," said the man, standing up, tall, broad and towering. The dark face was punctuated by the whites of his eyes. He had a bushy mustache that was large and twirled in the classic style.

Shraddha never quite knew how to deal with warmth and hospitality. That hesitation lasted a brief moment in which the tall figure swooped low to invite her to mount the camel.

She walked up and stood next to the beast, wondering what to do next; or how to say 'no' more emphatically.




He just scooped her up and foisted her on the soft saddle.

"Small ride. Nice view. Very dark. Only moon," he said, warming to his pitch.

Typical, sparse English which she had got used to but his short phrases told her everything that might have convinced her.

He mounted the camel, just behind her and said, "Madam, very safe."

As the camel rose Shraddha felt daunted by the height to which it rose. And then the unnerving sway as the animal sank its broad feet in the sand the same way in which she had been walking a few minutes ago.

As the camel climbed down the dune it swayed from side to side, pitching forward and suddenly Shraddha found her crotch ground against the saddle through her skirt.

The first grind was abrupt but by the time the camel was half way down the dune, she was reminded of her first bike ride. She allowed her crotch to grind and feel and slowly but surely she felt her pussy juicing up. The evening breeze was cool, the moon intoxicating and the gait of the camel persistent.

Involuntarily, Shraddha closed her eyes and gave in to the massaging of camel against pussy. It felt good- real good. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt pleasure. As the camel reached the bottom of the dune the driver swiveled it around so it would along the gulley.




"We go special place," he said, from his vantage point behind her.

Shraddha nodded, wondering if the poised alignment in which her cunt was held over the animal was going to be lost. Indeed, the sway changed to a sideways rocking motion and with a little bit of hoisting herself up, she pursued her own pleasure some more.

Her breathing became heavy and the inadvertent sighs and moans grew louder. Shraddha wondered if he heard her and she desperately hoped that was not the case. She quietly slipped her hand down the front of her skirt desperately trying to reach her clit and accelerate her momentum towards pleasure.

As the camel rounded the bottom of the dune, the driver moved the camel to climb the next dune. She was thrown backward and she frantically grabbed at the horn of the saddle for balance.

The movements caused her skirt to ride up and Shraddha exclaimed 'ouch!' loudly as the coarse camel skin bruised the soft skin of her inner thigh.

"Madam," said the driver. And with one swift motion his large hand cupped her stomach and he lifted both his legs. His legs rested against the bottom of her thighs in front of him and he lifted her up with ease. His other hand whipped around a soft cotton quilt. He reached under her crotch and tucked the quilt under her.

As he did so, Shraddha regretted that under her skirt she wore no panties. But it was so ridiculously hot! She had wanted to cool down her body after the hot, sweaty day! Initially the breeze had wafted under the skirts and she had been happy to be wearing nothing. But his hand had definitely brushed her crotch, moist now with her grinding.

When he let her down Shraddha felt a softness under her bottom and along both legs. She was cushioned from the animal. She also felt the saddle under her a lot lesser than before.

The camel had titillated her only to deceive. As the animal continued its climb she found herself leaning back and not quite able to grind her pussy against the saddle. Desperate for more of that beautiful pleasure she tried leaning forward. She ground down a couple of times and gasped and when it proved too much and fell back, Shraddha groaned in despair.

As Shraddha slid back she came up against him. And she felt the unmistakable contour of his erection against her ass. She tried to stay off him but the angle proved impossible. As the camel climbed steeply her ass wedged the cock and the sway massaged his cock.

It was his turn to gasp in pleasure. Shraddha ground against him. He felt the softness of her buttocks against his massively erect cock. The relentless grind which he did nothing to contain caused his cock to leak. He pressed against her best as he could and that provided him some relief – the kind of relief he provided himself on a working day by grinding the base of his palm against his cockhead.

What was the harm, Shraddha thought, “he doesn’t even know me. I am half a world away from where people know me”. The Manoj episode had left her sexually aroused and increased her sex drive. She longed for good cock and some very good sex.

He was wonderfully trapped. Her buttocks were luscious and accommodating. His cock found a wide enough crevice to wedge again. And from what he could sense she was not trying to stop anything.

They came up to the top of the dune. This was the place he brought all tourists. They loved the low rolling dunes –endless to the horizon. Not too steep which cut the view short. Not too shallow which made it a featureless landscape. A little further and the town lights would dampen. Stars danced in the sky there and tonight there was a full moon, too. He goaded the camel on.

Shraddha was wet with her stimulation and he was flowing as a result of his. Both were aroused and unsure of finding a release or finish.

And then the master in the camel driver came up with a move. He guided the camel slightly off the top at which she was poised downward, grinding her crotch and then back up toward the top at which point she fell back on him.

After a series of zigzags she felt him rock hard and the wetness seeped through his dhoti and her skirt to her back, leaving her in no doubt as to what was happening with him.

When the camel went down the dune she lurched forward and surrendered to the grind and she felt her own wetness surge. When she gripped whatever she could of his leg it was partially balance and partly desire. Her soft fingers gripped her his coarse hard leg, just below the knee.

Giddy with desire, her hand moved up and came to rest on his thigh as far back as it would go. Then she stopped.

He lifted her as he had done before, with his legs. One hand moved her skirt up baring her ass. With his other hand be brought his cock to align with her gaping cunt.

Shraddha reached back with both hands and gripped his thighs – she wanted to control her descent. She sank on him... he was large and she grunted with effort as she fought off gravity. She needed to be slower and yet she was urgently in need of being filled by him.




Shraddha settled on his lap, his cock deep and wide into her. She had absolutely no wiggle space, stuck like a pig on a stake. His mouth was near her ear now.

"Ok?" he asked. She nodded. Very gently she rocked forward as her cunt demand pleasurable caresses. She gasped loudly as pleasure coursed through to her nipples.

He didn't touch her anywhere. She rocked ever so gently and he barely thrust. She felt his touch her deep. She felt him spread her wide even though her legs were wide apart. The internal massage drove her wild and eventually she leaned forward so that she would have some purchase. Hoisting herself forward she fucked down in short, sharp jabs. Pleasure! Pleasure! Pleasure! She desperately wanted release.

It came unexpectedly when his hand came back to her tummy and he firmly pulled her back. She dropped sharply right up to the point where she felt the coarse prickly pubic hair of his against her pubes. She spent in one large gush, shuddering her orgasm and releasing in a flood.

"Oh, that was so good!" Shraddha thought.

"Happy?" he whispered. She shivered and sighed, saying nothing. He was still inside her, large and undiminished. No doubt the lubrication of her cumming had dulled the friction a bit but nothing else.

"Now me happy," he announced. Digging his heels into the side of the camel, he set it on a trot. As the camel trotted she was thrown about. The bouts lifted her up and dropped her back brutally on the cock. She shouted out loud "ahs" as the large unrelenting cock ravaged her. The camel went faster and she was fucked with an increasing animalness.

"Ah! Oh my! Stop!" Shraddha screamed. But the fucking was relentless. "I might fall," she said, actually feeling her thighs turning to jelly and her insides boiling to a melting point.

Large strong hands swept around her and held her around the shoulders like a harness. She was now completely pinioned with only the cunt reaming the cock. She sobbed and cried out, "I am cumming! Oh, I am cumming! Ah! Stop, stop, stop!" she wailed, fucking down with more ferocity if the camel slowed down.

He slowed the camel down and she responded by hammering down on his cock hard and fast.

"Come! Come!" she hissed. "Finish, happy?!" she pleaded.

He brought the camel to halt. He cupped her buttocks and lifted her up. He raised her body so that her cunt was just around his head and then with supreme control and strength that made her feel like a toy in his hands, he moved her up and down to fuck him and caress the spots on his cock that would make him cum.

"I come!" he announced and then proceeded to let her lower and stabbed her deeper with each thrust as his seed came boiling up. When he shot streams of cum into her, her ass was resting on his cock fully so that he was deep in her.

By the time he jerked and recoiled to cum again she was almost off him. When he dropped her the semen shot up and he spurted in to her again.

Shraddha came for the millionth time on that ride as he made her ride him up and down with each spurt. She filled and flooded and then flowed down and drenched them both.




His jerking slowed and he spewed lesser and lesser. Gently he let the camel walk again and if there was any thing left in either of them the grind of cunt over cock squeezed out all the juices like a mortar grinds a pestle and those masalas get made.

Shraddha quivered, shivered and trembled in release as she received her best ever post-release massage. It extended her orgasm manifold. She came thoroughly, copiously and endlessly. She leaned back and nuzzled his face and even those caresses against her face seemed to make her cum some more. Forever and ever, every cell in her body seemed to release orgasmically.

As he receded she slid as if unhooked from a tether and landed back on the cotton quilt and between his legs. They stayed snuggled till he brought the camel to a halt on a small plateau.

With a few clicks and calls to the camel, it sat down. He got off and quickly unrolled a carpet from the side and laid it out for.

"Madam, lie. Stars!" he said with a sweeping gesture to the skies. Shraddha got off the camel and looked up, unsteady on her quivering legs. She gasped as the sky surprised her. It was sprayed with a million white dots like flecks of paint and there was hardly a black patch. Sand stretched endlessly in all directions, shimmering in the white light.

There was a nip in the air and a gentle wafting breeze and perfect silence, bar the occasional noise from the jaws of the camel. As if by magic he laid out cushion after cushion and she collapsed on the soft heap, lying under the brilliant night sky.

As he had been when she first walked out to the dunes, he merged into the sandscape, leaving her alone to enjoy the beauty of nature that she had set out for.

She might have dozed for a bit. That was not surprising. The day had been hot and tiring and the unexpected but invigorating fuck had drained her of all stresses. Her wonderfully relaxed body gratefully sank into sleep

She awoke with a start. She knew not how long she had slept.

"Are you there?" she called out, somewhat afraid.

"Yes, Madam," came his strong reassuring voice. "Me here."

"Where?" she asked. And he appeared before her, his silhouette rising majestically over her.

"You are amazing!" Shraddha murmured her hand lazily wandering under her blouse. Her breasts felt alive and she remembered that she had never been fucked without her breasts having been even touched.

"You, beautiful!" he replied, looking down at her.

"Sit down," she said patting the carpet next to where she was lying.

He sat down and she turned towards him. She reached out to feel his hard, muscled body. He was strong and she remembered the way he had lifted her effortlessly with one hand while shoving the cotton quilt under her.

Shraddha felt out his arms. Yes, they were as strong as she had felt them lifting her. And then his chest. And slowly her hand slowly wandered down his chest, more out of curiosity than anything else. They had fucked but she had barely felt him except in whatever was essential to their encounter.

She didn't mean to touch his cock but barely had Shraddha crossed his abdomen when she felt the proud, large, rearing head of his cock on the back of her hand. She was surprised. They had just fucked and drained each other a while ago – she didn't know how far back for she had lost her sense of time.

Her hand lightly touched and felt his erection. He was magnificent. She shivered as she remembered the monster on which she was impaled. And within a short while he was monstrous again. Her cunt slickened as she felt need again.

Shraddha’s fingers felt out his contours and she wandered lower and gathered his sac in her palm. She leaned forward and kissed the cockhead. She tasted freshness- he had washed. She liked that. She opened her mouth wider and took the pillar of his cock between her lips, pulling him closer to her mouth.




His hand gently went to the back of her head as if he had been here before and rocked into her. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and throated him best as she could. It was not a perfect position and she felt strained and fell back, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

He kneeled between her legs and unbuttoned her blouse. Her body shone by the light of the moon. She arched her back, her breasts and nipples aching. Shraddha hastened to undo her bra and slipped the straps off.

He knelt forward and brought his lips tantalizingly close to her nipple. He watched, long, erect and aching to be touched. He kissed the very tip very quickly several times, then sucked it in and then in a larger gulp sucked in her entire breast making her cry out in agonized pleasure.

He sucked till he thought he felt milk and till she thought her life was quivering on that tip.




And then he moved lower to her stomach, kissing, sucking and nibbling. Finally, he reached her pussy and kissed her, licked at her, tasting both of them.

She raised her legs and wrapped them around his head as he continued to kiss and suck at her. She thrust against his mouth and took whatever pleasure she could get.

His kissing and sucking was eager and unfocused but it gave her pleasure because of the rusticity of his approach.

He came up from between her legs and his tongue drew a line to the other unattended breast. This one he lashed with his tongue before biting her nipple gently making her cry out.

Still kneeling between her legs, he lifted her up as if Shraddha was a lightweight doll. She spread her legs and brought them around his hips. Holding each buttock in his large hands he brought her down on his once-more-eager cock and set her down on his cock.

They kissed for the first time. She tasted herself on his lips. Wildly aroused, she raised herself up on her haunches and fucked down. He lifted her off and dropped her. She came instantly in a series of shivers. Kicking her legs in the air she freed herself and lay back, holding her arms out invitingly.




He mounted her again. She gasped out in surprise as he seemed much more difficult to accommodate as she lay back. He fucked her hard and fast.

His sweat dripped onto her torso and slowly flowed down to mingle with the mess between their legs.

Shraddha felt him rear into her womb with a bulging head with every fuck.

"Oh god!" she thought. "hot and deep in my womb!"

She screamed out shattering the stillness of the desert night. "Fuck me! Fuck! Oh fuck!" she whimpered, gripping him, clawing him, beating against him.

He howled as her nails dug one hand into his chest and the other on his buttock. His cum released into her in huge gobs as if he had not released for weeks whereas it had been hardly any time.




They pounded into each other as the each beat an orgasm out of the other and then they collapsed in a heap and slept in exhaustion.

It was much later when he woke her.

He packed the beast and lifted her on. They wended their way back to her hotel. Half way through, she turned around and sat on his lap facing him, head on his shoulder.

Still later, she felt a new arousal from him between her legs and she hoisted herself up marveling athis virility.

"This one for him," Shraddha said to herself and proceeded to fuck him to a finish even as the hotel came up.




She climbed off his rapidly receding cock and staggered back to the hotel, her muscles aching from the beautiful night out there in the deserts of Morocco.
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Shraddha's First Dildo​

Shraddha was in Boston to shoot for a small cameo in a Hollywood film. She liked Boston a lot as she had done her graduation there. So when she got to know that the shoot would be in boston she agreed to readily do it.



The shoot was the next day so she decided to roam around the city and maybe watch a play. Roaming around like a person who has returned to her home city Shraddha ended up downtown where she used to live back then.

She smiled remembering those days when she was young and foolish. And horny. But she is always horny. She always had been. As thoughts of cocks and pussies engulfed her, Shraddha’s feet took her towards a shop that she remembered too well.
Her pussy was already leaking by the time she reached the adult book store.

She paused outside the shop at a distance taking caution that nobody recognised her.
With a throbbing heart and a leaking pussy she started towards the door. She extended her hand to open the door and one of the most exciting, hottest and horniest memories




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I wasn’t wondering why I bought a dildo. Well, I am giving up sex for a while. I tried counting the number of cocks that have been in, under, and around me over the past five years and I lose count. Not that I'm a whore. I won't just sleep with anyone. But I'm free sexually. It feels good dammit!

That's why I bought "Tiger". I know, I know. It's a silly name. Tiger was my first crush from school back in Mumbai. But he's not your typical dildo. In fact, if I didn't tell you and you came over to my apartment and left "Tiger" on the table, you'd swear it was a piece of art.

He's made of glass with a ball at one end that fits snugly in my hand and a long curved piece of glass rounded at the other end. It's not one of those gigantic fake penis looking things that I've seen some girls in porn shove two feet up their cooches. Tiger is pretty and touches me in the right spot.

The girl at the counter of the sex shop had perky little tits in a small white top. Her nipples poked through the fabric. Her long black hair was straight and sexy. I wished that I had her full red lips. "Go ahead," she smiled when I asked if I could take Tiger for a test run in the dressing room. The store was empty and I was so freaking horny. A store full of soft, silky lingerie and vibrators will do that to a girl.

I pulled the curtain shut behind me and wiggled out of my jeans. Then I unbuttoned my shirt setting my tits free. I love to play with them when I toy myself. I wasn't wearing a bra and the store was cold. My puffy pink nipples immediately hardened.

Tiger sat on the bench next to me. I kept one foot on the ground and put the other on the bench next to him. Pulling my white panties aside, I rubbed up and down my pussy lips and pressed soft circles against my clit. I started to get wet and slid my middle finger inside myself. Pulling the warm juices out from inside me, I rubbed my clit harder.

My other hand slid up my stomach and squeezed my breast. I buried my finger deep inside myself again and again. Each time my tight pink lips licked it up and down and left it covered with my juices.

I looked down at Tiger and smiled. Picking him up, I put his long curve between the lips of my mouth. Shutting my eyes I savored Tiger's long cock. With my other hand I rubbed my pussy through my white panties, drenching them in my sweet wetness.

Pushing the fabric deep between my lips I let out a soft moan. I froze. Had someone heard me? I stopped for a second but there was nothing. I looked at Tiger. Taking my tongue I licked slowly up his curved shaft. He was so long. I couldn't wait for him to touch me deep inside.

Pulling him away, a long line of my saliva spread from my lips to his hard shaft. I sat down, spread my legs propping a heel against the wall, and pulled my panties to the side.

My two fingers spread my soft pink lips apart. I pushed Tiger into my pussy. He was thin enough to slide along the inner walls of my pink box, licking up and down inside of my with his curved shaft. I pushed him deeper inside. When I pushed him all the way inside, he hurt me, so I started to rub my clit.

I let out another moan but didn't even realize it. Tiger felt so good splitting my pussy in two. I moved him faster and deeper inside of me. My warm wetness covered him and my hand as I worked him furiously between my lips.

I moved my free hand up and squeezed my tit hard. Tiger felt so fucking good. My pussy started to quiver. I pulled on my nipple, twisting it slightly. "Fuck me," I whispered. My eyes were shut. Tiger pushed further inside of me. My pussy lips clenched around him. "Make me cum," I begged. Wave after wave coursed over my body. I started squirting juices. Tiger was covered in my sweet cum. I quivered again and again. Then fell back against the wall, breathless.



My eyes popped open when I heard the curtain open. I freaked out a bit until the girl who had been behind the counter smiled, stepped into the changing room and pulled the curtain back shut.

"I'm sorry," I stammered as I grabbed for my jeans. She grabbed my wrist as she leaned in.

"It's ok. I locked the door." She looked down at my soaking wet panties. Then to Tiger in my other hand. "I'm going to clean you up and then I want you to share him with me." She pulled off her shirt to reveal two perfect little tits. I grabbed a thick handful of her jet black hair and moved her mouth onto my pussy.

Her tongue moved in slow circles, caressing the still tingling lips of my vagina. The wetness left by Tiger was soon licked clean, replace by red lipstick and her long tongue.

I stared at her ass up in the air. Tiger wanted her from behind.

"Let me lick you," I begged. She looked up disappointed.

"But I'm not done," she pouted. Her perky tits glistened and her hard nipples begged for me to suck them.

"You wanted to share," I held Tiger up. His long, curved glass cock glistened with the juices I'd covered him with. She smiled.

Taking Tiger from my hand, she stood. Sliding her skirt and panties down to her ankles and stepping from them. Her bush trimmed in a straight line.

Grabbing her ass with both hands I pulled her pussy onto my face. Her outer lips were full and flawless. Her inner lips buried deep inside them. My tongue took a long drawn out stoke from the bottom of her pussy to her neatly trimmed hair. She moaned softly.

"You have a pretty pussy," I complimented her.

"Just lick me." She sighed again as I moved my tongue in a zig zag pattern across her lips.

I looked up. She had Tiger by the glass ball at his base and licked up and down his shaft. She left a sloppy wet mess that dripped off him and onto her small thin hands.

Reaching up and taking her wrist I pulled Tiger down towards my mouth. She moved with him. Our lips and tongues lathered him simultaneous. When our mouths met my pussy trembled.

"Make me cum with your mouth," I demanded. Instantly her lips went back down onto my pussy. Her firm rear end popped into the air.

Her soft tongue probed just inside my lips, lingering on my clitoris and then back down, splitting my pussy in two.

Reaching under her with one hand I found her full lips and spread them apart. I slid Tiger along her back. He still dripped with our mingled saliva. Finding her tight hole, I put the tip of Tiger inside.

"Oh god," she moaned. Her soft breath caressed my sweet wetness making my pussy quiver. I pushed Tiger deeper. She seemed go forget about me and I moved the glass shaft into her tight cunt.

"Eat me while he fucks you," I demanded. She smirked.

Her tongue took two long licks up and down my pussy. I used the first few inches of Tiger to dig inside of her and pull her sticky wetness from inside her.

As her tongue split me apart I swear it was longer than some cocks I'd sat on. I jerked and drove the full length on Tiger into her. Her pussy clenched and her lips bore down on me harder.

She began sucking my clit. My free hand grabbed her hair and pushed her onto me. I pulled Tiger back, nearly removing him from her pussy then drove him fast and hard back into her dripping box.

She let out a squeak but never moved her lips from my clit. She sucked it ferociously, pulling it into her mouth and stroking it with her tongue.

"I'm going to cum," I warned her. She sucked long and hard one last time them released my button from between her glistening lips. Opening her mouth she began to French kiss my pussy like it was a mouth. Her lips pulled on mine and her tongue dug deep into my cunt. I had to let Tiger go. Pushing him as far as he would go into her pussy, I left him there as her mouth savored the sweet juices seeping from inside me.

I felt light and airy. My whole body hovered on a cloud high above the dressing room we were fucking in. My arms and legs tingled. My fingers and toes trembled.

"Cum for me baby," her soft voice fluttered up into the sky.

"Yes," I whispered back. Grabbing my tits, I pulled hard on both nipples. Every part of me shook with energy. Then instantly all of it shot down to my pussy where the tip of her tongue flipped at my clit.

"I'm coming."

I felt the first wave rip across my skin.

"I'm coming."

My arms shot down to the bench and my toes curled.

"I'm..."

My pussy erupted. The scent of sweet cum filled the air. Wave after wave of pure fucking coursed through my body and squirted from my lips. Still she sucked.

I came again. Wetness covered her face. Her lips and tongue tore at me. Devouring me. Swallowing ever bit of me.

"Oh fuck," her body arched. I hadn't noticed in my own pleasure but as I came she had been rubbing herself. I looked down. Her eyes were shut. Lines of my pussy juice dribbled off her chin. Her body arched again.



Letting out a gasp her whole body exploded. Her pussy clenched then released in a wave. Tiger shot out from her and flew across the dressing room.

I slowly massaged my own clit, relishing in the after glow as I watched her cum long and hard from her own fingers.

A few moments later, she stood and dropped down next to me on the bench.

"I need a fucking cigarette," she exhaled and smiled.

As we dressed, not a word was said. She reached down and picked Tiger up.

"Want me to wash him off for you?" she asked.

"Hell no!" I burst. You taste too damn good to go to waste. I'll take care of it myself when I use him again later."

She pushed the dressing room door open and smiled. We walked to the door and I handed her my number.

"We should hang out sometime," I offered. "What's your name anyway?"

She laughed. "It's Jill. I will definitely be calling you."

Unlocking the door, she opened it for me and I went to my car. Looking back over my shoulder I saw as she tuned the signed that read 'Out to Lunch' back to open.

***
Her head swooned as she pushed to door open.
“Jill?” she asked out loud.

 

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Seeing the innumerable sex toys Shraddha's breath quickened and her nipples started hardening as well her pussy leaked with a greater flow ____________________

 

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Shraddha meets an old lover and then remembers her first crush Tiger Shroff​

Jill stared at Shraddha for a whole long minute before rushing upto her and hugging her, mashing her breasts against Shraddha’s. The shop was empty.

Shraddha began to kiss her back and pulled her arms away, grabbing Jill's smooth face and running her fingers through her now long black hair. Jill broke away for a moment and closed the shops door as well as shutter and was back immediately devouring Shraddha’s lips
They were on the floor of the shop soon. Her hips were now thrusting forward, putting one of Jill's legs in between hers to grind her pussy on it.

She pulled Jill's shirt of and her tits fell on her face, she quickly shoved one into her mouth sucking on her big nipples. Jill's breasts were perky and she was proud of them, she was always known for flaunting her perky breast. Shraddha loved them.

Her hands had know found her ass and it was bare fast, rubbing her ass she spanked her and gripped it tightly.

Turning over she pulled of her shirt and let Jill suck on her breasts, grinding her pussy on her belly and squeezing her nipples. She pulled away and took her shorts off. Shraddha jumped up and placed her pussy on Jill's mouth.




Jill grabbed her hips and caressed Shraddha's pussy with her tongue, making her tremble on her jaw. Shraddha grabbed her head pushing Jill's tongue deeper inside of her. Leaning back Shraddha touched Jill's pussy and began to stimulate her clit, still moving her hips helping Jill's tongue movements on her wet cunt.

She flipped over and was now licking her pussy also, the smell of a wet pussy that was not hers excited her more than she thought. She licked her clit and put it in her mouth, occasionally gently biting it and sometimes harder but Jill loved it all the same. She let her fingers go inside of her and began to vigorously finger her pussy making Jill pause her own pussy licking to moan and bite Shraddha's thighs.

She started with a dildo from the rack. She told Jill to finger her also, so she could feel her fingers inside of her. Still letting her tongue play with Jill's clit she picked up her pace. She pulled out her dildo and sucked the juice off it of them, the taste of her pussy made her quiver even more than the smell of moist pussy. She traced the juices back to where they came from, sticking her tongue inside of her, she pulled her legs back and stuck her tongue in as deep as she could. As she was doing so her chin massaged her clit each time she opened her mouth wider.

Jill began to dildo Shraddha's ass and she loved it, making Shraddha’s hunger for her increase. Picking up her speed, Jill shoved the dildo deeper inside her ass and the other in her pussy. Shraddha stopped her actions and bit her own lips, she felt it coming and gripped on the stands and let out a groan. She came on her tongue and Shraddha pulled out and licked her fingers dry from her.




Shraddha hopped off and opened Jill's legs as wide as she could, and began to shove her tongue inside of her, with the dildo still stuck tight in her own ass. She pulled out and shoved 4 fingers inside of her fucking her hard making her scream.

She reached forward and grabbed one of her breasts; she now put in the last finger inside her and still felt as though she could put in more. She made the form of a triangle with her right hand and slowly slid it inside her friends' juicy pussy, when she reached her knuckles she rammed her hand in and Jill gave a jump.

"Oh, that feels great, keep fucking me you bitch!" she screamed at her ordering her to shove in every bit she could.

Her hand was up to her wrist and Jill had leaned over grabbing her forearm to go in deeper but could not. She kept sliding her hand up and down Jill's pussy. Not being able to take it anymore, Jill fell back on the bed arching her back and groaning loadly.

"Fuck-I'm-gonna- cum!"

Shraddha pulled out and rubbed her clit quickly, as Jill pulled a pillow over her face she let out a scream and felt liquid escape her body, with Shraddha's mouth a few inches from her opening, a jet of liquid shot out and on her face drenching her in Jill's juices.



They both lay motionless for unknown minutes. The dildo was still in Shraddha’s ass. Managing barely to get up, Jill snatched a tube of KY Jelly and tossed it to Shraddha.
“The dildo is a gift.” She said, squeezing some KY jelly in her palms and smiled hungrily at Shraddha.


***


Shraddha hurried from the shop to her room, where she opened her bag and took out her biggest dildo and placed it on her bed beside her pillow. After also removing a tube of KY Jelly and her new toy, still inside its plastic store bag, she placed them next to the big dildo.

Completely naked, and already highly aroused sexually at the thought of what she would be doing within minutes, she pulled down the bedclothes and spread a towel over the part of the bed where her pussy and ass would be.

With everything in preparation, she lay down with her left hand over one large breast and her right hand covering her pussy. She would delay using the dildo until she was wet enough from fondling her nipples and clit

"Mmmm, Tiger, I've been really needing this, all day," Shraddha murmured as she started fondling a breast with her left hand while stroking her pussy with her right. Her mind was filled with images of her childhood crush and co-star Tiger Shroff fucking her. The shoot for Baaghi had been a highly satisfying sexual affair.



After less than a minute of tweaking between her fingers, the first nipple was fully erect, and she transferred her attentions to its cute pink twin. She needed even less time to turn this one into a duplicate of the first, and Shraddha could already feel small waves of pleasure rippling through her body from the places she was fondling herself. Her right hand had been stroking her entire pussy, and some lubricating had occurred, but not enough for her to insert the dildo yet.




But it was enough for Shraddha to start playing with her clit. She moistened her fingers with some of her juices, gently pinched the little morsel, which was starting to become swollen, between folds of her inner lips and started to slowly stroke herself. Almost immediately, the familiar connection was made between her clit and her nipples, with the currents of pleasure forming a three cornered path, and her succulent body began squirming on top of her bed.

"Ooooo, Tiger, I love that," she murmured to her distant lover. "Keep doing that; it feels soooo good!"

As her clit and pussy lips swelled from her arousal and became more sensitive, Shraddha's touch started to feel even better, with her movements becoming more animated. It was time to start using the bigger of the two dildos, so she reached beside her pillow, where it was waiting for her. After her natural lubrication was spread, she held the toy in her right hand while the fingers of her left hand held her lips apart. With one firm thrust, the head of the dildo wedged into the soft pink hole where it was so urgently wanted and needed.

Ahhhhhh," she sighed, and closed her eyes, so she could imagine Big Tiger's familiar face, with its curly brown hair and toothy grin above her. "Mmmm," Shraddha murmured happily as she eased an inch of the plastic shaft into her pussy.

She stopped there, to let her body adjust to the big intruder and to revel in the waves of pleasure that were reverberating through her body. Although she had been getting her pussy regularly crammed by cock, she was still tight, and the toy was slightly thicker than the real thing. After a minute of exquisite pleasure, Shraddha eased another inch of the dildo into the pink place that lusted for it. She could feel her pussy lubricating, a delightful sensation, but nowhere near as good as her climax would be, and even that was little more than a pale imitation of the orgasms she had gotten used to from Tiger's real cock.




Still keeping her eyes closed, the better to picture her lover's face above her, she pushed most of the rest of the toy into her pussy. As he liked to do with her, Shraddha left it there for a minute, before slowly drawing most of it back out. With just the mushroom-shaped head still inside, she paused, but only briefly, before plunging the dildo all the way back inside herself, with intense waves of joy radiating from its entire path. This time, she drove the toy all the way in, so her fingers were pressed against her soft red pubic hair. Once again, she left it there for almost a minute, before drawing it most of the way out for another long, slow stroke.

This one was much like the first had been, and she started moving the dildo in and out of her pussy, still slowly but without pausing between her movements. After a few minutes of steadily fucking herself, Shraddha could feel her climax mounting inside her body, but she was in no hurry to bring it about, the build up to that point is almost as good. Little Tiger had a spur attached and, when she thought it was time, she would move it into position so it caressed her clit with every stroke until she climaxed.

"Ooooo! Ooooo! Ooooo!" Shraddha murmured as she continued fucking herself. "Oh, yeah, that's wonderful, Tiger. I love what you're doing."

Her climax continued to mount, and she increased the pace as she plunged the dildo in and out of her pussy. She also started to fuck back to meet it as her hand drove it deeply into her. Besides that movement, Shraddha's body began rocking from side to side on her mattress, and her head was tossing from side to side on her pillow. Although she felt some reluctance in breaking the rhythm which felt so wonderful, she knew it was time to put the clit spur to work. She stopped when the head was just inside her pussy and turned the attachment so it would do what its designers had intended. With the next stroke, besides the waves of pleasure rippling through her body from the path of the toy, the myriad of tiny feelers on the spur raked across her swollen and ultra-sensitive clit, sending out a great rush of pure joy to inundate her body.

"Oh! Oh my god!" Shraddha blurted out, as if in surprise that it felt so terrific.




She repeated the same cry of delight with every thrust after that, as her hand moved faster and faster plunging the dildo in and out of her eager pussy. Her movements on the bed were wilder too, and more erratic, thrashing about and actually bouncing up and down as her pussy fucked back to meet the strokes of the dildo and feel the effects of its clit spur.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she moaned blissfully as her climax prepared to erupt. OH! She cried out ecstatically as the explosion burst within her body.

Most of Shraddha's movements were erratic while she was cumming, but her hand and arm kept ramming the dildo in and out of her pussy, which fucked back to meet it just as steadily. From the excruciating pleasure sweeping over her body, she was whimpering and sobbing loudly. For almost three minutes, she felt as if she were in Paradise, until her body convulsed and she jammed her pussy back against the toy for an ultimate time.

After her great orgasm, Shraddha lay resting and catching her breath, but she knew she was not through playing yet. When Shraddha had caught her breath and was otherwise ready, she removed the smaller dildo from its plastic bag and took the cap off the tube of KY Jelly.

First, she prepared the toy by coating the last five inches with the lubricant and, when that was done, she squeezed more of the jelly onto the middle finger of her left hand. Sighing happily at the penetration, Shraddha reached behind herself, inserted that finger into her ass and moved it around to spread the lube evenly, adding more of the jelly after the first gob was all gone. She was ready and the toy was ready, so she reached under her crotch to use the fingers of that same hand to pry open the edges of her pink rosebud while the hand that held the toy reached around her ass to hold it with the tip centered on the place she wanted it.

"Give it to my ass good, Tiger," she whispered, and thrust the end of the dildo into the tight hole where she would have preferred his cock to be.

A gush of pleasure, different from what she had felt in her pussy but strong nonetheless, flooded her body, and Shraddha moaned in bliss. The base of the anal dildo had a ring attached, and she slipped her middle finger through it so she would have more control. She knew she would not cum just from the toy going in and out of her ass but, when the time was right, she would play with her clit and reach her second orgasm of the afternoon.

Only the first inch of the dildo had made its penetration, and Shraddha's fingers were still holding the puckered edges apart. From another hard thrust, she felt almost two more inches of the toy burrow into the well-lubricated hole where she badly wanted it. She was tighter there than in her pussy, and the smaller plastic toy stretched the opening and the attached channel, sending more and stronger currents of joy rocketing through her body.

When she started, Shraddha was lying on her side, but that was not how she and Tiger did it, and not the way she wanted to fuck herself when he was not with her. As her movements sent bolts of joy through her body from the dildo as it moved inside her ass, Shraddha slowly got up onto her knees. The toy was imbedded deeply enough that she no longer needed to hold her sphincter open, so she braced herself on her left hand and elbow while her right hand still held the toy in place. The next time she drove the dildo into her ass, she pushed off from the bed with her forearm to fuck back to meet it. This time, the plastic cock surged all the way into her until the palm of her hand was pressed flat against her soft and succulent ass cheeks.

Having achieved complete penetration, Shraddha remained in the same position and let the delightful sensations throb through her body. When she was ready to start the fucking in earnest, she slowly drew the dildo most of the way out, paused and pushed back from her forearm while she plunged it all the way back in again, moaning at the incredible pleasure that radiated out from along its path. For the next stroke, she didn't make herself wait so long, but drew the toy out and drove it immediately back in. Her ass was just as tight, but the lubricant was doing its job, and there was no friction at all, just the exquisite pleasure of the plastic cock stretching her second most private orifice.



Shraddha continued like that, slowly plowing the dildo in and out of her ass and fucking back to meet it. She could feel her orgasm starting to mount, but she knew it was still a long way off. There was no hurry; she had more than enough time alone in the house, and she wanted to bring herself slowly to her climax.

When that time arrived, Shraddha lay back down on her side. She knew she would not have been able to stay on her knees for much longer, because the movements of her body were already so erratic, she was almost toppling over. She also reached back to take control of the dildo, which was still fully imbedded in her ass.

Although she wouldn't cum just from her ass being fucked, Shraddha's pussy had been lubricating freely, so she once again dipped the fingers of her right hand into the pool of natural lubrication and carefully pinched her swollen clit between folds of her inner lips. To get the rhythm perfect, she started slowly, drawing the dildo back and plowing it forward again while she stroked her clit. Waves of pleasure inundated her body from both places, and she involuntarily moaned in bliss.

That same sound was repeated as her double masturbation continued. The movements of her body evolved from squirming to writhing and, minutes later, to thrashing. Although not able to think clearly with her climax impending the way it was, Shraddha was glad she was lying on her side, because she could never have remained upright on her knees with as little control of her body as she still retained.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she whimpered, while her legs and feet started kicking back and forth and her head and body tossed from side to side. "Oh, my god, yes!" she crooned ecstatically as her climax overwhelmed her.




Shraddha's whole body pitched and thrashed on the bed for as long as she was in the throes of cumming. Only her hands remained under control, ramming the dildo in and out of her ass and stroking her clit in the same rhythm. When she climaxed, all the muscles in her body spasmed, and she cried out joyfully but incoherently. After that fabulous orgasm, the sexually sated young woman totally relaxed on top of her bed, juices gushing from her pussy to soak into the towel and the plastic cock still jammed deeply inside her ass.

After she had caught her breath and rested for a few minutes, she would carefully remove it, get dressed again and sterilize the toy before putting it back in its sealed plastic bag. Her two orgasms that afternoon had been great, and they would keep her satisfied for a day or two… or not.

 

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Next chapter

"Shraddha Kapoor researches her new role - a sex addict"


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Shraddha Kapoor researches her new role - a sex addict​

I am a sex addict.

Yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. Yes, I know that most of the male species qualifies as sex addicts too. But however debatable it is to say sex addiction is a mental illness, I still fall under the parameters. It's only due to treatment and counseling that I can keep it under control -- and still enjoy sex without going overboard about it.

Maybe that's why my doctor thought of me when Shraddha Kapoor wanted to research sex addicts.

She needed to do so because she was playing a sex addict in the movie. Since they were filming in Bangalore as well, she could get research material from Bangalore doctors who treated sex addicts.

It just so happened that one of them was my doctor. And it just so happened that when she asked him to talk to a sex addict, he suggested me.

Now he had to know this wouldn't help me control my problem, per se. After all, he was setting me up to meet one of the most stunning young, new stars in the whole world.

He had to suspect I couldn't look at her without remembering her black dress in the magazines, or her blue blue bikini in Baaghi, or her various photo shoots. Hell, if she wore anything that brought out her sexy curves, shapely ass, full chest and gorgeous face, I'd have to....go to the bathroom more than once during our meeting.



Nevertheless, he called me -- and nevertheless, I accepted. I let him give Shraddha my address, which gave me a full day to clean the house and myself up.

During that time, I decided that masturbating just twice before she got here was enough to clear my system. I even finished my second session 10 minutes before she arrived, which cleaned my pipes and gave me time to clear my head.

Now I'd already cum by thinking of her riding me, of her sweet tits bouncing in front of my face, of her tight ass slamming against my groin and of her pouty mouth being filled with my spurting cock. With that out of the way, I wouldn't have to do it again until she left. As long as I didn't think about it that way anymore.

Then there was a knock on the door. And then I answered it to see Shraddha Kapoor at my door, wearing a light coat, light blue shirt and form fitting jeans. To my credit, I noticed those for just a second before my eyes went back to her face, which contained a genuine smile and clear lovely eyes.


Well, maybe if I didn't 'visit the bathroom' until the middle of her visit, I could get away with it. I greeted her and introduced myself without checking out her chest, so that was a small opening win. Unlike her big and round....okay, not helping.

I guided Shraddha into the house, making sure not to stand behind her under any circumstances. However, she got ahead of me when she noticed something on my coffee table.

"Are you doing your own research, too?" she asked, as she held up my copy of the novel "Half Girlfriend", the book on which one of her other upcoming movies was based.

"Oh. Um, I guess you could put it that way," I broke the ice. "I didn't get this because of you, though."

"So I'm researching two mental illnesses here," she commented, but in a joking manner as she sat on my couch.

"Well, the sex stuff is much easier to treat," I played along, it was always a good distraction.

Sharing my books knowledge and misery with Shraddha helped me segway into my love of movies I even asked about the award functions and waited a while until bringing up the magazine and the black dress.

Thinking about it made my cock twitch a little, but not as much as it would have without having talked to her first. We hadn't talked about why she was actually here, yet she didn't seem to mind and wasn't in any hurry to get to work. All the gossip about her painted her as down to earth, approachable and free from any diva attitude, and for once, gossip was on the money.

Once I felt comfortable with her -- at least enough to sit on my recliner without crossing my legs -- I figured maybe we could do the actual work and get it out of the way. And maybe she wouldn't leave right away afterwards. "So, about sex addiction, then?" I set up.

"Right, that," Shraddha picked up on. "Okay, so my character uses sex to cope with being a widow. Is that how it works for you guys? Do you need some kind of trauma to make you addicts?"

"Some of my peers do," I recalled. "But I didn't need that extra help. I just liked sex too much to function sometimes, that's all."

"But you still got a lot of it?" Shraddha followed up. "You know how to seduce a lot of women?"

Okay, I probably had to tread carefully here. "I think it's more about me wearing them down over time. I like sex too much to give up easily, so that helps me sometimes. Not that I don't give up when they really want me to, I mean!" I clarified. "I'm not that....forceful."

"But others can be?" Shraddha wondered.

"Maybe, I'm not that sure. Truthfully, I spend too much time on me to compare notes with others. Especially the aggressive kind," I noted. "But your character's not that bad. At least in the book, anyway."

"She's not. I just want to get her tactics right, that's all," Shraddha clarified.

"Well, I'm not the most ideal source for that. Men and women pursue sex a lot differently. That probably applies to male and female sex addicts too," I theorized. "Honestly, you might be better off asking a female sex addict about this. I'm sure they've gotten around to diagnosing those by now."

"Maybe," Shraddha admitted. "But you guys are easier to find."

"It's not like we're impartial, though," I proposed. "You don't have to be a sex addict, or even an accurate sex addict, to turn us on. You just have to be an attractive woman. And since you're....well, you...."

I just stopped myself from going further on that train of thought. So I backtracked and added, "Anyway, it probably works in reverse, too. See an attractive man, think about doing him, let it drive you crazy enough to make it happen and there you go. Simple, really," I concluded while trying not to fall into that same trap.

"You're right, it does sound simple," Shraddha echoed. "And it'll work better for me because I'm....me?" she sadly didn't forget. "I'm not playing me in the movie, you know."

"No, but you'll still look like you, and that'll be plenty convincing," I stupidly let myself say out loud.

I didn't technically come on to her or say anything crude, so I hoped I wasn't making her uncomfortable. Me, on the other hand....but at least my cock wasn't really stirring yet.

Then Shraddha got up from the couch, standing still long enough to let me take in her enticing figure.

"So this was all for nothing, then?" she said, which did get my mind off my erection somewhat. "It doesn't take anything special to be an accurate sex addict? I just have to like sex and look like me, and then I'd be believable?"

"Maybe....but I'd probably double check it with my doctor first," I tried to joke.

"I should be extra sure there's nothing more to it before I talk to him again," Shraddha replied. "Like....how good at it do I have to be?"

"I know I don't have a big sex montage, or even big sex scenes with Ranveer. But if I can't convey that I've had a lot of sex, and I'm addicted enough to get really good at it, it'll probably show on the screen. Then it'll throw the audience off," Shraddha reasoned.

"I don't think they'd fuss that much," I tried to keep it light.

"Well, I have more respect for them than that," Shraddha explained. "I'm also too committed to this part to slack off. I have to get every aspect just right....whatever it takes. With whoever I can get to help me learn."

Now it was very necessary to cross my legs. But I did it before I remembered Shraddha could see me do it, and figure out why I did. "This isn't fair," I said when I could speak regularly. "I'm a sex addict, so getting me....worked up doesn't really count."

"You made it sound like I could do that to anyone, just by looking like me. So it doesn't matter that much," Shraddha threw back at me.



"Well, well....of course you could, you're Shraddha Kapoor! You're sexy as hell, you know that by now!" I yelled out in frustration as my pants got more uncomfortable. She wasn't even posing sexy or showing any extra skin, yet she was getting to me -- whether the addiction was to blame or not.

"So when sex addicts see someone 'sexy as hell', do they get extra.....aggressive, as you put it?" Shraddha questioned. "Do they just burst up and explode out of control when they can't take it? Do they just fuck then and there, or are they a bit more....thorough first?" she asked as she finally walked over to my recliner -- eyeing my pants as she made it easier for me to eye her chest.

"Do they last long, or do they just cum all over themselves before they even get to pussy?" That told me it was time to go to the next stage of her 'research.' Not that I was coherent enough to think of it that way now.

All I could do was turn my brain off, as I always did at times like this. But times like this never had Shraddha Kapoor checking out my cock before. With my higher brain functions off, it helped me reason that she needed a closer look.

I rapidly lowered my zipper, took off my belt and pulled my cock out while still sitting in my recliner. "It hasn't gone off yet," I showed her, but then I remembered there was another part to it. Before I knew it, I was grabbing onto her jeans and lowering her zipper, then I pulled her pants down to reveal purple, soaked underwear.

When I let myself touch the front of it, I noted, "Still not off yet," as I got to her pussy without cumming after all. But she grabbed my shaft and made a bunch of things harder for me.

"How about now?" she rhetorically asked, her sweet face and eyes eyeing my cock hungrily as her hand took its first pump. If I focused on all that, I would go off right away. The only way to distract myself was to keep busy -- and the best way was to feast on her before she could feast on me.

I pulled Shraddha's underwear down and dove into her as quick as possible. She groaned, but stayed on her feet and kept her hand on my shaft. I stayed in the recliner and held onto her hips, consuming myself with the taste of her pussy and the feel of her taut thighs. Sliding my hands over to feel her amazing ass didn't hurt either.

Shraddha's grip on my dick kind of hurt after a while, but it didn't throw me off. I slid my tongue in her pussy and swirled it all around, then rubbed my whole face against her crotch for good measure. I didn't think we were in official competition to see who could get each other off first, but I'd still need to do a lot to win.

Yet even as I nibbled and sucked on her clit, Shraddha's pumping, the sound of her moans and the smoothness of her skin were getting me closer. So I dug my tongue inside her even deeper -- which in turn made her grab my balls and jiggle them while rubbing the bottom of my shaft. Which really wasn't fighting fair.

However, my moans on her labia had to help her a little, as she pressed her crotch deeper onto my face. I couldn't do much but fuck her as fast as I could with my tongue, but then I got the idea to add two fingers in the mix. As they and my tongue started to share the load, Shraddha built my load up even further by rubbing her thumb on my tip and putting her other hand on my balls.

Squeezing my tip and rubbing my balls and taint was the final push Shraddha needed to push me over. I narrowly avoided biting her pussy as I started to cum, but I kept my fingers moving inside nonetheless. My other hand stayed on her ass and dug into her supple left cheek -- and combined with my fingers, it seemed to make Shraddha tremble.

Once I got my bearings straight, I added a third finger and wiggled all of them around at once, then jiggled her ass to drive it home. Within moments, she was releasing all over my hand like I surely released onto hers.

After she finished and I looked at my soaked hand, I looked down further to see her soaked hands still on my deflating cock. Shraddha finally pulled back and made me pull my hand out as well, then we held up our cum-covered hands together. She grabbed mine and seemed to rub our cum together, then she licked her hand and mine to taste the mixture -- and I couldn't help but follow her lead.

With our tongues having slightly fresh cum on them, we finally kissed and mixed that together as well. I leaned back on the recliner and let Shraddha take a well deserved seat on top of me, as our wet crotches rested on top of each other. After our wet tongues navigated through each other's mouths, we broke off and finally took a breath.

"And you made me think sex addicts weren't extra good at this," Shraddha reflected.

"It's not like we have special powers," I had to correct. "You don't need to be a sex addict to go nuts like that. You just need extra inspiration," I tried to subtly credit her.

"So you don't....get up again any faster?" Shraddha inquired.

"Like I said, we have no special powers," I pressed again. "We're like everyone else when we actually have sex. And like everyone else, it helps us to....keep busy while we get ready again," I hinted at while my hand went back on her ass and then under her shirt.

Shraddha felt the hint, settled onto my lap and then removed her shirt, revealing a blue bra pushing up her impressive cleavage. I resisted the urge to dive in right away and removed my own shirt to make us even. But it was a little hard to stay steady in a rocking recliner, so Shraddha finally got up, slid her pants off her ankles and helped slid mine down as well.

Now that I was naked and Shraddha was nearly there, I let her help me off the recliner and sat on the couch with her. I studied her seductive body and held her by the waist, laying her on her back and putting my face above her pussy. Instead of eating her out again, I kissed up her stomach, glided my tongue past her bellybutton and slid my hands up and down her waist.

Shraddha suddenly backed up and laid back against the arm rest, showing off her terrific chest before getting that bra off at long last. I gaped for just a moment before I went over and grabbed those free tits, then trapped them into my mouth one at a time. I deeply suckled her nipples for a while, then just kissed all around them for a bit longer before nibbling the underside of each breast.




"Oh....I see why you're addicted to this," Shraddha commented.

"I'm addicted to the good ones, that's for sure," I qualified, licking between her breasts and then pressing them together against my face. I buried myself between her full tits and felt my cock stirring again. Since it was near Shraddha's leg, she could feel it too.

"You know, I should show what I've learned so far," she teased, before putting her hands on my chest and shoving me backwards. I got myself to lay flat on the couch just as Shraddha laid on top of me, kissing my neck and slowly going down to my upper chest.

I let myself relax as Shraddha showed her supposedly new skills. Her tongue and lips covered my left nipple, and I just put my hand on the back of her head. I went back and forth between admiring her aroused face and checking out her ass and legs. But I focused on her face again when it drifted down my body.

Shraddha looked right up at me, letting me get lost in her beautiful eyes as their glare got ever more seductive. But I had to look away when her mouth engulfed my cock and I threw my head back. Once I recovered, I looked back into her eyes as her lips and tongue went down lower. She then popped off my cock, went down to bat her tongue against my balls for several seconds, then sucked them down noisily and wetly.

She only bathed them for a few seconds before popping off, then very slowly trailed up her tongue up my fully hard shaft. It teasingly licked around my head, before Shraddha suddenly sunk her mouth down my cock and briefly deep throated it. Just as quickly, she took my shaft out and blew on my wet cock and balls, which almost literally made me shiver.

"Yeah, that's good research," I barely got out.

"Just gotta do one more thing to make it perfect," Shraddha reasoned. After running down what we did so far, I realized there was indeed one thing left. It was just a matter of how to do it.

Shraddha made the decision for me by turning around and getting on all fours on the couch. To give her room, I backed up and got on my knees behind her. Her ass stuck out oh so wonderfully, but I put my fingers on her pussy instead. Once I rubbed it and made it a bit wetter, I felt safe to line my tip up against her opening.

I was more out of control when we first touched each other, although we didn't actually fuck. Now that we were about to, I should have gone blank again, but perhaps getting the first load out of the way helped me savor this more. As if the feel of Shraddha's pussy surrounding my cock wouldn't be unforgettable enough.

I did go blank for the first few seconds after I pushed in, yet Shraddha clenched around me and got me to snap out of it. I steadily went deeper and began to thrust back and forth, then Shraddha started to push back as well. We each went at our own pace until her ass collided against my groin, sending my cock all the way into her pussy.

With the setup out of the way, I went back to grabbing and jiggling her perfect ass as it gyrated against me. Somehow, I made myself stop to reach over and hold her swaying tits as I fucked her slower. I bent down and kissed her upper back and shoulder, with my nose eventually burying itself into her soft brown hair. But I was putting too much pressure on Shraddha, and soon her hands gave out -- leaving her lying right on her stomach with me crushing her on top.

Still, my body wasn't totally crushing her, although my hands were crushed under her tits. It wasn't so bad for me, however, and a wiggle from Shraddha indicated she was okay too. So I resumed fucking her while literally lying on top of her, as my head laid against her hair.

Eventually, I brought myself to get my hands free from under her, then her head turned and I leaned over to kiss her in response. My right hand grabbed her upper leg and hip, while my left went on the couch to keep me steady.

When our lips broke, Shraddha panted, "Oh fuck....I can't believe you want to get cured...."

"This sure isn't helping," I admitted.

"It's helping me, though," Shraddha confessed. "I know why she'd be addicted to a nice big cock....a hard fuck....cum down her throat....her tits manhandled....being someone's sexy slut...." she trailed off as she slammed back harder against me. "If someone normal could love it this much, imagine how someone crazy would feel!"



"I can," I mindlessly agreed, not caring that she kind of called me crazy. Yet we were both in the heat of the moment and would have been more sensitive otherwise. But once Shraddha unleashed those dirty words, we both couldn't help our language.
"And it's gotta be real good to be addictive," Shraddha punctuated. "So fuck me good and show me how much you love it...."

"If it's for the movie," I joked, then I got up and let Shraddha roll over onto her back, before lying more comfortably on top of her and driving back inside.

With the both of us back into a missionary position, Shraddha wrapped her legs around me as my right hand cradled her face and my left rubbed her nipples. "Fuck me....oh fuck, you're on fire," Shraddha actually said with a straight -- albeit sex-consumed -- face.

I kept making her hungry to fuck me. Her hips swiveled as I bent down to suck her tits again, while her hands went on my ass and even brushed my balls.

"Oh fucking...." I gasped out. "Don't make this end too soon"




Shraddha just responded by slowing her hips down a bit, so I slowed down in return. I kept thrusting into her, but paced myself as I let myself relax and catch my breath. I laid my head on Shraddha's chest, while my hands went back on her and felt up her hourglass figure. I brushed up to her tits, slid back down her hips to her ass and upper thighs, then went back and forth slipping fingers from each hand inside her.

"Yes....I'm rested enough now," Shraddha promised, suddenly thrusting her hips hard against me. And I was supposed to be the sex expert here. After several seconds of intense fucking, Shraddha stopped and gave me a few seconds to recover before bucking wildly against me again.

After she repeated the process a few more times, I felt myself nearing the brink. "Fuck, almost there again..." I lamented.

"Okay....how do you want to do it?" Shraddha offered. This was really the end, so I had to pick something really good.

It was hard to think when I was on the brink of cumming inside Shraddha Kapoor, so I picked the first thing that popped in my head. "Let me do it between your tits," I asked. "But I'll keep my fingers busy...."

"That I gotta see," Shraddha commented, which gave me all the go-ahead I needed. So I pulled out of her, straddled her chest and placed my throbbing cock in between her breasts. But I let her smother my shaft with her tits, since I reached back and shoved two fingers back in her. After I began to fuck her boobs, I added a third finger as I fucked her twice over.

I soon fucked her pussy more furiously, wanting to finish her off first this time. Shraddha used her tits on me, yet my fingers distracted her more. She rocked her hips against them and muttered "fuck" and "cum" under her breath a few times before I felt her spasm.

I used my thumb to grasp her pussy harder, rubbing it furiously on the outside and fucking her deep inside. Finally Shraddha's dam burst and she came on my hand while moaning long and loud.

Yet halfway through her orgasm, she took her tits off of my cock and started sucking me off. The force of her orgasm made her bite down a little, but not as much as she probably would have from the start. Nevertheless, despite her use of teeth, she was cumming hard enough to suck my cock extra deeply, and moan extra hard onto it.

The suction and the vibration almost made me cum right in her mouth, but Shraddha pulled back just in time. I caught my breath and took my hand out, quickly licking it up to distract me. However, Shraddha took my hand before I was done and licked the rest up, leaving my cum-soaked fingers in her mouth as she placed her tits back on my cock.

I was just left to fuck her ample chest, while she looked up at me and sucked my fingers clean like she just sucked my cock. That was more than enough for me to follow her over the edge.

Shraddha took my fingers out of her mouth and opened up as my cock began to shoot off. Some landed in her mouth and some got on her cheeks, then she backed up and aimed my dick at her tits. The last bit of cum got on her boobs as some of it slid down her face, but I couldn't look at it all for long. I was too exhausted and finally collapsed on my back.

I felt Shraddha get out from below me, then saw her sit in front of me and wipe her face and tits off with her fingers. She sucked them dry like she did to me, and I merely asked, "Full?"



"Of knowledge and cum, yes," Shraddha replied. Of course, it wasn't like she didn't have her share of either one before she came here.