Nostalgic Seeds – Part 2 (Cum flavor brings erotic memories)
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> Disclaimer: This is a semi-fictional story based on certain real-life incidents. Any similarity to anyone alive or dead is > purely coincidental. Priya drove her car back to her home. She kept staring at the rear view mirror. There were stains and droplets of his cum over her neck and chin. She wiped it with her long slender fingers and looked at it. Priya used to adore the smell and taste of this precious protein Hari planted on her face. Even though her brain was pointing out her mistake, her finger moved to her lips. Her pink lips wrapped on her fingers, and she sucked them. She had missed the taste. She craved for it. Wiping her face clean, she walked towards the front door of her house after parking her car. The car was a gift from Ratan, her husband. She picked up her phone and looked at herself one last time to ensure she had no more stains. But the dark red spot of the love bite he gave was much more evident. “Oh crap!” She groaned and applied concealer before opening the door that Ratan unlocked for her. She rushed to the kitchen and gulped a glass of wine before moving into the bedroom to freshen up. Ratan was busy with a meeting on his laptop. He wore a nice shirt but only had a boxer on the bottom part. Due to the online meetings, nobody would recognize he was underdressed. Priya smiled and waved at him with a flying kiss. She felt as if she had betrayed her husband. But she also felt lively and excited about doing a sin. Maybe if she had tried the same with Ratan, she might be able to please the wild desires that Hari used to do for her. Throwing her bag at the bed, she walked towards Ratan, who looked at her with a surprised face. Ratan always wanted privacy during his work hours. After making sure the camera was off, and he was on mute. She planted a deep wet kiss on his cheeks. “Sorry I refused last night,” She said. Ratan wanted to make love last night, but Priya had acted too tired to let him inside. “Let me make it up to you, Ratan,” She said, running her hand over his boxers and slithering inside. His limp cock felt rejuvenated when Priya touched it. “Wait till I am done, Priya,” He said, trying to push her away. But she held his vegetable too hard for him to resist. He felt a wild dirty whore had evolved from Priya. She held onto his cock and rubbed till it was hard enough to hold. “I have to turn on the mic later,” he said. “I have to turn on your mic,” She chuckled. She turned his office chair and slithered in between the table and chair he was sitting on. Ratan pulled back a bit to accommodate her. Noticing that he was speaking to his clients and colleagues, she grabbed his boxer and pulled it down. He helped her with his left hand while his right hand was fixed on the computer mouse. She held and jerked him very slowly as soon as he was naked from the waist. She gently let him grow with every push and pull. When he was hard enough to be introduced in her mouth, she held his thighs and pushed them apart. She knelt between his legs and planted a kiss on his dick. Then wrapped her lips over it. She remembered how Hari’s cock rummaged in her mouth. She could still taste him inside. But she wanted to wash the taste away with the cum of her husband. “What’s got into you?” He moaned and arched back. Only during the initial days of their marriage Priya had done something like this. She giggled when she heard the voices from the laptop asking her husband if he was fine. “Yes, I am alright. Please go on,” He said, addressing them and his wife under the table. She sucked very neatly and stealthy, unlike the wild mouth fucking she gave Hari. She felt his veins grow and tap on her lips. She adored the oozing precum but realized Hari’s tasted much better. Priya squeezed his balls gently to make him load faster and thicker. That always made Ratan wild. Priya deep-throated him and heard him moan. He requested his colleagues for a break and grabbed her head after shutting the laptop down. Then forcefully pushed her again against his crotch. She grunted and groaned but kept sucking him madly. She was trying to get the same passion from her husband. But even though he tried, it wasn’t the same for her. “Priya, I might cum. You can stop and give me a handjob,” Ratan said because she had refused to take his load in her mouth for many years. “I want it today,” She said, stopping and returning. Then sucked his life out through his dick. His balls toiled and churned, producing the milk for his wife. She knew he was close, took it out of her mouth, and placed it exactly as Hari did on her face. Ratan’s balls pressed against her lips while the cock adjusted on her face. Then it spurted likes a fountain to either side of her face drenching her cheeks and lips with the warm milk. She then licked him to taste the last few drops leaking out and smiled. “I love you,” Ratan said, trying to kiss her, but she slithered away. “Let me clean up now.” “Do you need my help? ” Ratan asked. “No, I can do that,” She said, undressing her saree and walking toward the bathroom. She smacked her lips and tasted the remnants of his cum on her upper lips. It tasted great but not as great as Hari’s. Priya stood naked under the shower. The gushing water cooled her heated body. She remembered the number of times Hari fucked her under the shower and filled her with his load. Priya had even offered Hari her asshole during their first anniversary but never let Ratan touch it. She felt it needed to be stretched again. Even while sucking Ratan, it was Hari all in her head. Moans arose from the shower while she rubbed her clit. To be continued. > Women from Mangalore, Manipal, Bangalore region who want to collaborate, talk, and meet up can ping me. If you felt wet after > reading my story, kindly send feedback through email at [email protected] or Instagram @tarakhari3. I am not active on > google chat.