BDSM With Married Punjabi Girl In Canada
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Hi, this is Saurabh, bringing you another romantic story of a loving husband and wife who were settled in Canada. It was an arranged marriage and the couple fell in love eventually after a few months. This is the story of Neeshu and Amardeep who moved to Victoria, British Columbia. It is one of the most beautiful places on earth to live – just like Bollywood movies scenes with perfect weather, nice friendly environment and awesome places to visit. Neeshu got admissions at a University in the city, while Amardeep was still working in India. Neeshu moved in March and started attending her college. Neeshu was a very chirpy Punjabi girl with full of laughter and a big smile. Her figure was very curvy, she could carry any type of attire very well, be it shorts, skimpy backless dress, and even Indian attire. Neeshu’s breasts were fully developed and you would see it very prominently whatever she wore. Neeshu had boob size of 34D cup size and she had perfect waist and squats legs. Neeshu’s husband Amardeep was also very handsome and a normal professional working in India. Yet, he was very romantic at heart and like reading romantic novels with several fantasies. How lucky Amardeep was to marry someone like Neeshu. He could fulfill all his fantasies and was also in love with the same person. It was after 3 months serving his notice period, Amardeep joined Neeshu in Victoria. Neeshu was busy in her college and so did not go to pick up Amardeep at the airport. A few weeks passed; the weekends were mostly free in the city. Neeshu and Amardeep went to a club and had few drinks. They also visited Butchard Gardens and were walking around holding hands. (Google images if you want to feel it more). The Indian couple had a nice meal of steak and burger at the restaurant and they were talking about life back in India. Neeshu was telling Amardeep, “I need to find a good job quickly, we have to earn to support well.” Amardeep, held her shoulder and said, “It will be fine, mil jayega job, eat your ice cream now.” It was a very hectic schedule for Neeshu, she managed a job along with her graduation classes. Amardeep was a very free person and never questioned Neeshu about dressing or anything. They were a happy Indian couple posting pictures on Facebook and Instagram regularly. **** It was a weekend, Neeshu and Amardeep planned to go to Niagara Falls and stay over for a weekend along with the friends. But, Neeshu got an assignment at the last moment and had to cancel. She insisted and asked her husband to go with the other friends. Neeshu was busy with her assignment on Friday and she left from home. This was not her house, Neeshu was driving in her SUV towards someone else’s house. The boy Satvik was from Victoria of Indian origin and he was a very famous poet. Neeshu had met him at a theatre play where Satvik was reciting his poetries. Neeshu was just attracted towards him the moment she saw him and while he narrated his poems. It tuned out that Satvik was studying in her college as well. On purpose, Neeshu bumped into him on the college campus. Neeshu was wearing an awesome dress that day of pink colour and her legs were perfectly waxed and shining. Her skin was flawless and absolutely fair. The dress was cropped from her shoulder, she looked flawless in the cold weather. Satvik just fixed his eyes on her and even ignored her almost. Neeshu just poked him and said, “Satvik you are a good poet.” He turned towards her and said, “Where do you listen to my poems?” Neeshu, “I was at the theatre the other night, listened to your artwork.” Satvik, “Would you like to listen to it personally, when I write poems about you?” Neeshu was flattered, “Really? Would you do that for me?” Satvik took out a pen from his pocket and wrote his mobile number on her hands and said, “Call me whenever you like to listen to my poems.” Neeshu saved his number and instantly got goosebumps inside her. It was just 2 days ago this incident happened. Now Neeshu left from college and was driving towards Satvik’s house. She was wearing a yellow dress, a big round earring and a lovely pair of heels. She was ready to dazzle Satvik. Neeshu reached Satvik’s house. Satvik’s house was made of woods and had a boat outside and an apple tree. Poetries hung around the house. It was decorated with amazing aesthetics. Satvik just opened the door in his jeans and Neeshu entered the house. Satvik’s body was just perfectly ripped. There were few artworks on the table and a lovely small couch in the house. The house was superbly organized and every piece of the poem was either hung from the wall or kept on the table. Neeshu sat on the couch. Satvik went inside and came back with a beer can and some chips. He asked Neeshu to make herself comfortable. Satvik popped out a canvas and presented it to her. It was a poem written for Neeshu. “The shower of the golden girl, Bestowed and carved on my canvas of love and dream. In my arms you glide like an angel. Feel thy butterflies in my soul. To shiver your spines. Up-to your and my core.” Neeshu was just beaming with joy and smile. This made both of them melt in the cold weather. Neeshu put the poem on the table. She was oozing with emotions and hot and dark fantasies inside her. Neeshu just put her hand on Satvik’s jeans button and unbuttoned it. It was a real and very rustic intense scene. Neeshu took Satvik’s dick and slipped her tongue into it. The Indian wife felt shivers with the sensation of feeling someone else other than her husband’s dick. She then started licking the dick and caressing it with her hands. Neeshu gulped the entire thing deep in her throat and Satvik pushed her head more towards his tool. Neeshu was chocked deep into her throat in a few minutes. It was intense as there was no kiss yet. Neeshu just enjoyed sucking the cock and enjoying herself. She did not have sex like this in a long time. The Indian wife was enjoying because she was cheating her husband as well. Then Satvik put his hands on Neeshu’s bosom and pressed it a few times over the dress. After that, Satvik threw Neeshu on the couch. He moved her dress and felt her thighs and bit them. Then, Satvik brought his tongue out and poked Neeshu’s clitoris over her pink thong. Neeshu was wearing a pink underwear and it was all wet. Satvik loved her juices and drank it all. Satvik then removed Neeshu’s underwear and used his tongue to tease Neeshu more. The energy was awesome from both of them. Their lips met and kissed for several minutes. Neeshu shook Satvik’s dick with her soft hands on the couch, the passionate lovemaking was flowing. Satvik’s dick was rock hard and he glided slowly inside the watery well of overflowing Neeshu’s pussy with desires. Satvik did not stop, he pushed his cock for the first time and held Neeshu’s boobs and bit around her neck. It was a sharp red bite. Neeshu was moaning in pain and desires. Satvik rubbed his cock and lubricated it with some spit and then pushed it again inside the married girl’s hole. It was intensifying and they both loved it. The rock-hard cock inside the deep desires of pretty Neeshu. Satvik fucked Neeshu for 11 minutes and 6 times in all. Both of them were drained and Satvik discharged all his juices on her bosom and stuck in her hairs. She loved every drop of it. They just lied into each other’s arms and talked about their fantasies, It turned out to be altogether a different adventure for them. Such surprises especially make life memorable and stay forever. It was already midnight. Neeshu spoke, “I was never been loved so passionately, only an artist can love like this. You are just perfect, Satvik. Can you hurt me, caress me, make me cry at the same time?” Satvik said, “Yes, I can torture you, make you happy about it and give you shiver spines deep inside your soul”. Neeshu kissed him and asked him to do that to her. Satvik got up from the couch and took her to another room Satvik had. It was decorated well and very dark with very dim lights. Satvik opened her wardrobe and passed on a dark black stocking, along with a lingerie to wear. Neeshu went inside the bathroom and changed. Satvik asked her to stay in the bathroom. Satvik wore his jeans again and he sipped one scotch peg with a Red Bull in the kitchen and smoked a few drags of weed. He was very conscious and energetic at the same time. Satvik was ready to give the joy Neeshu always craved for, burn and pain, love, and lust, hurt and relief from all the dilemma of life. Neeshu was ready to surrender herself like never before. Neeshu was taking a selfie in front of the mirror in the bathroom. She was a smart woman, Neeshu leaned towards the mirror, posing her boobs into it and with a slutty curve, took a picture. She sent the picture to Satvik on WhatsApp. Satvik was intrigued, but he controlled his emotions. He was ready to give pain to Neeshu as she was not happy in a committed relationship. The burning candles will only quench her burning pain inside her soul. Satvik knocked on the door of the bathroom. Neeshu unlocked the door and he entered. He was just expressionless and bit Neeshu on her lips very hard and took a picture with her holding her breasts in the mirror. Satvik lifted and manhandled Neeshu. He put her on his shoulder and took her to the bedroom. He threw her on the bed like a log. Neeshu looked into his eyes. Satvik took out a thin cane just from below the bed. Neeshu looked afraid and scared. Satvik just rolled the cane on her body, slowly gliding it across her neck and then her boobs and pocked it hard. Then he rubbed and teased her more onto her tummy and around her thighs. She was tickling and enjoying. It was the most erotic moment of her life. Satvik slammed one poke onto her pussy very hard and Neeshu cried almost in pain. It was a jerk, she felt nice and then Satvik teased her feet and bottom of her feet. She felt tickles, she got sensitive and smacked on her feet. Neeshu liked it again. Satvik just caned her thighs just enough to make it red, but not much. It was almost night and everything was silent. Neeshu was enjoying. Satvik took out a knife and just poked her with the knife around the neck and cut the lingerie strap from one end. Neeshu’s boobs were tight. He just bit it very hard and sucked it. Neeshu was moaning, and then brought the burning candle and dropped a few drops around boobs and she liked it. He slapped the other boob and sucked it again. It was time to punish her more. Satvik dropped some more candles onto her and she moaned swiftly. Now Satvik took out a rope and removed her underwear. He tied her hands from behind and turned her backward. Now Neeshu was just wearing the stockings. Satvik dropped some more candle-drops on her ass and poked her with cane more. Then he dragged the cane all over her back and then the ass and started hitting her ass with his hands and smacked it again and again. Neeshu was moaning in grief and enjoying so many feelings at once. Now Neeshu was tied to the bed. Satvik climbed on top of her and put his hard dick over her face and chocked Neeshu deep inside her throat. It was a blowjob for almost half an hour. Neeshu fell short of breath. Until Satvik unloaded all her cum insider her mouth, Neeshu was feeling pussy dripping with juices and enjoying it. Satvik then went closer to her pussy and rubbed it in 69 position. Satvik’s cock was still inside Neeshu’s mouth. Satvik was licking Neeshu’s juices deep inside and poking her clitoris and biting it deep. It was an eternal pain and sunshine together, perfectly made for them. Then Satvik spread her legs and tied it to the bed. The red pussy was pretty visible. Satvik pushed it inside her. He took a few drags of weed and did Neeshu deep inside. He fucked Neeshu for almost 1 hour until he felt short of breath. This time, all the cum was left inside her pussy and he untied Neeshu. She was beaming with a smile all over her face. She was deeply satisfied and feeling the pain. The story does not end here, it was time for the sweet revenge. Neeshu was naked again, they took a shower and cleaned themselves and ate their light dinner. Neeshu wore a floral satin, skimpy nightgown and the sweet pain had begun. **** Hi ISS readers, let me know if you want to read the story further and write to me at [email protected] for such lovely sex sessions **** For more stories, visit our new Indian sex story site updated daily with stories which you won’t believe have happened. Here is a sample – Wild Side Of My Neighbour Bhabhi