Part 20 My milkmaid
horny, hot, indian

Having tasted Shareen’s immense and insatiable sexuality at the swapping party in Mumbai, my desire to have her exclusively for myself grew into an obsession of sorts. I had to get her down to Bangalore. I would have loved to have Neha too, but they were to return to US soon and her husband was not willing to allow her to be with me alone for my sexual satisfaction. Neha too, I was told later by Shareen, had pleaded with her husband, but he had insisted that she return to the US with him and their baby. Shareen’s husband Asif on the other hand was a willing husband and I thanked him profusely before I made all the arrangements for Shareen’s visit to my place. Asif took care of the baby during the interim period and we shall see in a later narration how Shareen took care of the baby’s needs. I made a deal with the HR guy and had quickly arranged for a meeting with my HR guy for Shareen and forwarded a proposal for Shareen to test the new workplace and for my guys to evaluate her employability. Not that I was keen on getting her employed, (I knew that her background and work experience had zilch value in my company), but that gave me a good enough time period to spend with her. Everything was arranged and the day arrived when she was to come into Bangalore. I picked up Shareen from the airport and drove her to straight to our guest house. I had tipped off the caretaker handsomely that ensured that we were not to be disturbed and that he took extra efforts to take care of her rudimentary needs. She had looked awesome at the first sight. I was seeing her after a month. She had put on a blue colour salwar kameez with a white dupatta. The sight of her mouth watering milk-laden breasts aroused me immediately and I was tempted to take her down right then and there. She too couldn’t take her hands off me while I drove. She caressed my erect cock over my pants, even as I tried to concentrate driving at a high speed of 80 kmph on the road from the airport. She attempted to take it out and pleaded with me for a quick adventure in the form of a blow job even as I drove. But I had known the risks involved and had requested her not to insist and have patience till we got there. I too couldn’t wait to get inside her pussy. I hauled up her luggage that seemed too much for a fortnight’s stay. I opened the door and had barely closed it behind me, than she pounced on me like a tigress. She wrapped her arms and around me and pulled my head to her lips, and probed my mouth with her tongue. I gathered her sexy body in my arms around her waist and cupping her soft buttocks lifted her a bit to thrust my hard cock against her pussy. She pushed her legs up around my hips. I carried her in to the bedroom. We lost no time in discarding our clothes and she jumped onto the bed and opening her legs welcomed me between them. I jumped in between them and began to shower deep kisses on her face and neck. I held her breasts and began to suck on them. I had thirsted for her breast milk all these days. I gobbled up a huge chunk of her mammary flesh, pulling and pinching her nipples. I was hard and my penis was aching for release. I immediately guided myself into her soft pink wet pussy and she helped me by raising her legs. I folded her knees against her chest and began to punp into her. I knew I couldn’t last long enough this time, not long enough to give her a much deserved orgasm. “Main jaldi aa jaaunga. Tumhe main baad mein kush karta hoon” (I will cum soon. I will satisfy you later) “Jaldi karo” she exhorted me. I was at a furious pace and in another minute I had sent in a monstrous quantity of semen deep into her vagina. Her pussy was pulsating and I could feel it as she clamped down on my cock milking it for more. (Do it quickly) We collapsed exhausted and exchanged loving kisses. “Tu nahin jaanti, kitna tarsa hoon is sexy body ke liye. Apna lauda hila hila ke thakh gaya tha“ (You don’t know how much I thirsted for this sexy body. I was tired of shagging away) “Ab main aa gayi hoon. Haath chalane ne ka koi chance nahin. Mera choot tumhare liye har waqt tayaar rahega. Jab chahiye andar daal kar apne aapko thanda kar lo” (Now I have come. No chance to shag. My pussy will be ready for you anytime. You can insert your cock in my pussy and cool down yourself anytime you wish to) We had a fantastic session later that night. She was a tigress waiting for her kill and she milked my sacs thrice that night and left me sore and exhausted. It was Ramzan time, and she would get up very early in the morning and milk her breasts completely and store the bottle in the freezer. She would then prepare coffee for me using her own breast milk. I relished it. Our day time was spent in the office as I worked and she tried to figure out if she could fit into the company HR. Our nights were spent romping in bed in the guest house. (I had excused myself from home saying that I was working with my team on an important project and I would be staying in the Guest House if they needed me. And since it was a bit lean time there were not many visitors to the guest house and I had paid the guy to give her a room at the end of the corridor with a big double bed and a kitchenette; one usually reserved for family visitors). The following Friday, we visited the local mosque together and she prayed. She was fasting. We spent the evening breaking her fast with a feast. She managed her time to make some of the most delicious sweets I ever had. Soon, it was the last day of the fortnight and the last day of her time in my company. She had taken leave while I had to work the full day. She had told me earlier in the morning that she would have prepared a surprise sweet dish before I came back from work. I left instructions with the caretaker “Memsaab ko kitchen mein kaam hoga. Puri tarah se madad karo” (Madam has some work in the kitchen today. Give her your full cooperation) When I reached her room that afternoon, she opened the door for me. She had worn a transparent white gown with absolutely nothing underneath. Her large breasts and dark nipples were prominent. Her dark bush was visible too. I gathered her in my arms and as had become customary, planted kisses on her lips while I fondled her breasts and rubbed her cunt. She dragged me in and asked me to freshen up while she laid the table. I washed up and putting on a loose shirt with opened up buttons and shorts with nothing underneath arrived at the table for an Iftaar feast. She had let her hair loose and appeared sexy and seductively beautiful. She sat down on my lap and kissed me. “Aaj tere liye maine daawat rakha hai. Sab sweet dishes hain. Maze le lo” (Today I have laid out a feast for you. Everything is a sweet dish. Enjoy yourself) I saw the table and it was truly grand. I loved sweets; she picked up one and began to feed me. It tasted wonderful. I tasted all of them. She descended from my lap and asked me, “Kya kehana hai?” (What do you say?) “Bahut mast hai. Kabhi aise sweets khaye hi nahin. Tumne banaye?” (Excellent. I have never eaten such sweets. Did you make them?) She nodded. “Guess karo. Inme kya khaas baat hai?” (Guess. What is so special about them?) “Hmmm. Sab sweets hain.” (Everyone of them is a sweet) She frowned at my stupid answer. “To phir? Ye sab tumne banaye hain” (You made every one of them) “Of course, maine banaya hai” (Of course, I made them) I was perplexed. She had a naughty smile and bit her lower lip seductively. She bent down with her hands on the table displaying her ample breasts. “Karo karo guess karo” (Keep guessing) I was lost. I looked at the dishes once again. “All are milk based sweets.” I said, with some authority expecting it to be turned down as another stupid obvious answer. “Of course, they are milk based, lekin….” She almost wanted to tell me but let it at that. I shook my head as I continued to relish the seviyan kheer (vermicelli pudding). It was so sweet, I cared little anymore for the right answer. “Yeh sab maine apne doodh se banaya hai” she finally replied. (All these sweets have been made with my milk) I stopped. I gulped. I sat dumbfounded looking at her, then her breasts and then the dishes. She laughed. Stands of vermicelli were hanging from my open mouth. She picked them up with her tongue and put into my mouth as she sealed my mouth with hers. I was eating sweet dishes made with milk from her breasts !!! I regained my thoughts as she freed me. “Itna sab banaya?” I asked another stupid question for which the answer was already known, not trying to fathom how much milk she would have pumped out to create so many dishes. The kheer that I was relishing itself would have need at least a liter of her milk boiled to half its volume. (All these ..) She sat down on my lap and holding my head pushed it into her cleavage. I welcomed this burial and inhaled the sweet milky fragrance that she possessed. I couldn’t reach out to lick her cleavage through her gown. I still wanted an answer. I lifted myself and looking at her in her eyes, “Kitna doodh nikaalna pada?” (How much milk did you have to squeeze out?) She giggled again at my question. She pretended thinking for a while, and then said, “Poore do litre. Main ne kal bhi do liter nikala tha. Aaj shayad mere me kuch doodh bacha hi nahin. Shayad kuch aur nikalega bhi nahin. Poora khali kar diya hai, aur subah se kuch khaya bhi nahin hai na” (Totally two litres. Even yesterday, I extracted two liters. I don’t have any more in me. And I don’t think I can squeeze out any more. I have emptied myself, and I have not eaten since morning) I suddenly realized that I was eating without letting her break her fast. I picked up the kheer and fed her some. She ate it out of my hands. We then kept feeding each other, but I ensured that she ate more than I. She was sitting on my lap. I felt a strange affection for this girl. She had milked herself dry for preparing sweets for me. Was she in love with me? Or was it just plain togetherness for some time. I was not going to fall into this trap of love. I was a married person and she knew it. I only hoped that she realized it. For me it was just pure lust out of our own volition. We had surrendered our bodies to each other for pure physical and sexual enjoyment. Our body fluids were for the other person to enjoy. This love thing was plain bullshit under the present case. I would have to make it clear to her in case she ventured further. I picked her up and made her sit with her back to me. I lifted her gown high up her hips and I removed my shorts. My erection was full hard and the head was wet. I resumed my seat and holding her hips, guided her pussy onto my penis. It cut through her like a knife through butter. She moaned and turned to receive a kiss. I kissed her and then her shoulders and neck. She held the table and began to bounce up and down on me. This lovely girl deserved a lot of my cum tonight. Perhaps this was the last I would see of her. It was not a very good position and she was obviously struggling to keep my hard cock inside her. She slowed down and gently disengaged herself from my cock. My cock head was swollen and it got a bit stuck in her cunt lips. She laughed. I asked her, “Kyon has rahi ho?” (Why are you laughing?) “Kutton ko dekha hai kabhi sex karte hue? Unka bhi aise phus jaata hai” she said laughing all the while. (Have you ever seen dogs having sex? Even they get stuck like this) I laughed at the analogy. “You have made me so horny Shareen” “Chalo, bedroom mein chalte hain.” She said as she held my hand and got up from my lap. (Come let us go to the bedroom) She lay down on the bed. I lifted her up and lifted her gown and made her naked. I discarded my shorts and T-shirt. I lay down next to her and we kissed. It lasted for almost 5 minutes, as our tongues fought with each other to enter the mouths. She oozed sex even through her mouth. “Shareen, I think you should eat something before we do it. You have not eaten anything since morning.” She agreed that she was hungry. She excused herself to perform namaaz. She sat down naked on the mat and performed her prayers. I sat down on the chair at the table naked and fondling my cock gently looking at her sexy body and arse as she bent and turned to perform her prayers. A few minutes later she had finished and she came up to me. I took her in my arms and made her sit on my lap and we kissed. I caressed her breasts; she squirmed. I made her sit in a separate chair. I opened up all the dishes and served her ample quantities in to her plate. She looked at me and I smiled and nodded to her to go ahead. We finished up all the dishes, I particularly not wanting to waste any food that she had prepared with her own breast milk. All the dishes were extremely well made and very delicious. For a moment I thought if they would taste as good if they were prepared with cow or buffalo milk. It was almost 8 pm and we retired to the bedroom. I was eagerly looking forward to giving Shareen a good fuck that she deserved. My cock was semi erect all this time, occasionally hardening and then losing it. I lay down next to her. We were still stark naked. I turned towards her and looked at her lying down. She looked like an apsara. She had a very beautifully sculpted body like you find on temple walls, the swell of her huge milky breasts rising and falling with every breath she took, a pulpy slender waist with the deep navel broadening into her perfectly shaped hips with the right amount of desirable flesh, and tender long smooth and hairless legs. And right in the middle of her huge milk tanks were two perky half an inch long and thick nipples that served as a center point for her two inch diameter areola. Down below lay a triangle of curly pubic hair that hid her most coveted treasure that was the dream of every man whom she came across. As I swept my eyes down to her legs and then up, I saw her looking at me with a subtle smile. She kept her palm on my cheek and in a muted speech, said, “I love you” I held her palm and drew them to towards my lips and slowly began to suck on each of the fingers. She sighed and closed her eyes. I kissed her palms and then slowly released her as I moved my finger over her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and drew in my forefinger with her tongue. She began to suck on it like she would suck my cock. Slowly, I moved my fingers one by one into her mouth, feeling the soft lips and chin as she began to wet my fingers with her tongue. I moved my other hand to her naked breast fondling it gently and rolling my fingers over her areola and nipples. They had perked up already and I noticed that she was rubbing her thighs together. I moved down my hand from her breasts to her waist and abdomen and towards her groin. She immediately spread her legs inviting in a way to move my hand to her bush. I moved my body forward with my hand still on her groin and gave her a kiss on her lips. She took me in an embrace, arms around my neck and pulled me towards her. “Shareen”, I said, as we broke the kiss, “I want to ask you a question” She looked at me, a question mark on her face. “Are you in love with me?” I asked point blank. She smiled at my question. I had expected her to be taken aback. “Can I ask you why you asked this question?” she replied. I nodded and replied, “I am beginning to get a feeling that you are in love with me and that you expect our relationship to go much beyond this. And you said a few minutes back that you love me” “No. Not at all. What makes you think so?” she asked without blinking an eyelid. “Yeh jo tum kar rahi ho..is se mujhe laga ki tumhe mujh se pyaar ho gaya hai” I said, switching my language to Hindi. (You are doing all this with me I thought you have fallen in love with me) “Kya kiya hai maine.” She asked. (What have I done?) “Dekho…aaj tum ne apne doodh se yeh sab mere liye banaya. Only a woman in love can do such a thing” I said. (See. Today you have prepared all these dishes with your milk) “See. I don’t have a baby to feed here. Nor there is Asif here to suckle me. Only you. After that evening, I always wanted to be with you. I love your body and your performance. It is amazing. And everytime we have sex, it is a new feeling for me. Sex with you makes me feel complete. But I am not interested in spending my life with you. It is only sex that I want from you. I have a happy family back there and am satisfied with what I have. I have no intention of spoiling your married life by imposing myself. I love your body and you love mine. That is all there is. As long as we are and we can be together, I think we should enjoy ourselves and leave it at that. There is nothing more. I am even not sure if you will continue to seek me if my breast dries up. I know that my breasts and milk are an incentive for you and that in return you are satisfying me with a good sexual intercourse. You love my breasts and milk and I love your penis and cum. You have given me a time that no man including Asif has given me.” She suddenly stopped and looked at me. I sat staring at this amazing beauty in my bed and had just heard out a 2 minute monologue. I was stumped. She was clear in her thoughts about what she wanted out of our relationship. It was just sex and the accompanying incentives as she called it. I cleared my throat and foolishly I tried to repeat what she just said. “So what you are saying is that our relationship is just physical. Nothing emotional and no attachments at all. We are here together only to enjoy each other’s bodies that we love so much?” She nodded. “Koi shaq?” (Any doubts?) I shook my head and asked her to come into my arms. She rushed in, walking on her knees on the bed. I hugged her and caressed her smooth back. Her warm breasts felt hot against my chest. She kissed my shoulder while I nibbled at her ears and neck. I moved down over the bed, Shareen still in my arms. We rolled over, as one body, tightly encased in each other’s’ arms as we were. I tasted her sweet lips, licking her face. We whispered sweet nothings into each other’s’ ears and just played with each other for some time. I was getting aroused and I could feel wetness on my chest. I separated from her a bit and glanced at her tits. She was leaking milk. I looked at her. She looked down and lifting her breasts, glanced at her nipple. Drop of milk laced the tip of each one. I shifted down and bent forward to lick them. She smiled at the effort and said, “Lagta hai bharne laga hai” (Looks like it is getting filled up) I nodded. “Ab nahin peeyunga. Achi tarah se bhar jaane do. Phir aaram se choosonga.” (I won’t drink now. Let them fill up completely. I will suckle at leisure) She gathered me in her arms and pressed my face in her sexy cleavage. “Gopalji. Aap mera kitna khayal rakhte hain” (You take care of me so much) I kissed her bosom and lifted myself on level with her. I kissed her cheeks again and hugged her. “Do you want to rest or shall we do something?” I asked. “Main subah se aapke liye wait kar rahi hoon” she said. (I am waiting for you since morning) “Neeche jaao Shareen. Apna tohfa le lo.” I told her and gently guiding her towards my cock that was now hard, long and stiff and lay along my abdomen. (Go down Shareen and take your gift) She went down on the bed and supporting herself with her left arm, placed her face in my crotch. She moved her face in my pubic hair. With her hand, she caressed and fondled my scrotum, while she licked the underside of the entire length of the hard pole. She adjusted herself and taking my 6 inch cock gently in her hand, pulled the foreskin back and exposed the pink head. She gave it a few licks and then looked at it she asked, “In do gendo mein itna sperm kaise nikalta hai?” (How does so much sperm come from these two balls?) “Pata nahin. Jab se masturbate karna shuru kiya, tab se bahut semen nikalta hai. Pata nahin kitne bin maa ke bacchon ko toilet mein flush kar diya itne saalon me” I said now caressing her hair. (I don’t know. Ever since I have started masturbating it secretes too much semen. I don’t know how many unborn kids I have flushed down the toilet all these years) She giggled and I joined in. “Mere lund tumhe kaisa lagta hai?” (How do you like my cock?) “Yeh kya question hai? Bus accha lagta hai. Mujhe nahin pata kyon.” She said casually playing with my head with her forefinger. (What sort of question is this? I don’t know why, but I love it) “Phir bhi. There must be something that you love about it” (Still…) She was thinking. “Lamba hai, khadak hai.” (It is long, it is hard) “Aur..?” (And..) “Aur…smooth hai. Dikhne me sexy hai” (It is smooth. It looks sexy) “Aur..?” (And…) “Aur kya?…bus accha lagta hai” (And what? I just like it) “Nahin. Tum aur bhi kuch kehana chahti ho” (No. I think you want to say something more) She paused again, shook my penis like a fan against her lips. “Aap ka semen ka taste bahut sweet hai, bahut makhmali hai…jaise…jaise…” she groped for words to describe the velvety texture of my semen. (And your semen tastes very sweet, and it is velvety….like..like) “Jaise…?” (like ?) “…like you know ras malai ya doodh ka cream jo hota hai?” (…like you know the cream or the cream of milk) “Hmm. Hmmm.” I muttered as she flicked the pee hole with her tongue, and squeezed the cock head with her fingers. “Do you like the taste of my cum?” I asked “Hmm.Hmm” She muttered with my cock head in her mouth. “Aap batayiye. Aap ko main kyon pasand hoon?” she asked, releasing my cock for a moment as it jumped the gun and released a spurt of thin pre cum that landed on her cheek. (You tell me. Why do you like me so much?) “Oof” she exclaimed. “Itna sa…lekin itna garam hai”. She smeared the precum over her cheeks. (It is…so hot) “Bataiye” she prodded. ( Tell me) “Kya bataun. You are very beautiful. Very sexy. Good body. Smooth skin. Sexy figure. You smell good. You are hot.” I went on and paused with the adjectives; I was running out of them. “Aap ne to important points to bola hi nahi” she said. (you have not mentioned the important points) “Hmm. Shareen. I don’t know what to say. Your breasts are the best that I have seen. See, I have slept with so many women, but none so far has such lovely breasts. They are so firm and yet soft to touch. They are heavy. I don’t know if you have seen yourself naked. But they are very beautiful. Aur ab to kya kehana. Doodh se bhar ke to aur bhi sundar dikhte hain. Your milk is just wonderful, so refreshing and warm. Very nourishing. Aur…aur…tera garam badan to mere jism ko tanda kar deta hai. Teri choot ka kya kehana Shareen. Inke gulabi pankhudi….” (And what to say now. Filled up with milk they appear more beautiful…..and your hot body cools down my body. And what about your cunt Shareen. Its rose like petals….) “Pankhudi matlab?” she interrupted her cock tease and my talk. (what does it mean?) “Matlab…tere pussy lips…” “So sexy. I don’t know if you have seen it yourself. So beautiful and tender. Mujhe choosne aur chaatne mein bahut mazaa aata hai. Tera ras to..bus…amrit jaisa hai.” (…I love to suck and lick it. And your juices are like nectar) “Aap ne mere saath sex bhi kiya hai. Kaisa laga?” she asked as she was now deep down on my organ, and at the same time, jerking my cock. (You have had sex with me. How did you like it?) “Oofff. Shareen. Ahista…Tere sex to swarg mein jaane jaisa hai. You know the other day when I was fucking you at Harmeet’s place and I ejaculated inside you, I almost blanked out.” (Easy and slow Shareen… Your sex is like going to heaven) She smiled as she reelased my cock. My penis was fully wet with her saliva. She got up and knelt on either side and positioned herself above my erect penis. And without a further word, she held my penis erect and descended upon it. My cock was buried deep inside her love hole. OMG. It was so smooth. Hardly felt it. She was taking control for the first time. She bent down on me and kissed me. I embraced her and returned the kiss. She began to slowly move her hips. She leaned back with her hands on my chest for support and began to gyrate her hips on mine. I could feel the warmth of her vagina spread on my cock. It twitched and she jerked a bit and smiled at me. “Aap kuch mat kariye. Aaj main karungi.” (You don’t do anything. Today I will do everything) “Tum thak jaogi Shareen.” (You will tire out Shareen) “Dekhte hain.” She said confidently and began to move up and down on me, taking enough height to ensure that my cock head was still inside her. Her breasts bounced on her chest and soon she was away in her own world, her eyes closed and groaning and moaning erotically as she pleasured herself. (Let’s see) I reached out to hold her dancing melons but her pace was too fast and I had no way to hold them back. Her hair spread all over, and she looked like a slut in heat. At the pace she was going, I was wondering if I could reach my climax. She appeared dazed and was looking at me with glazed eyes as she humped herself hard on my piston rod, taking herself to a mind shattering orgasm. I could feel her cunt clamp down on my cock and squeeze it as I felt her orgasmic content. My cock was hot and appeared to be swamped in the hot lava flow of her juices. She fell forward with her boobies hanging out, her arms trying to hold on to something to control the tremble. Her hair was disheveled and fell all over my face. She looked beautiful under the fall of hair. She was completely out of breath and her breasts were hanging and swinging like ripe mangoes awaiting harvest. I reached out to hold them gently, not wanting to squeeze them. I wanted her breast milk for later, for after sex nourishment. She let out a moan as my warm hands touched them. She struggled a bit and wanted to get off my cock. I left her breasts and holding her by her hips, pressed her further on my cock. Unable to balance herself, she let herself go and lay down on me. Her face lay against my right cheek and her breath was hot. I caressed her back and buttocks trying to relax her. I kissed her shoulder and cheeks and nibbled at her ears. After a full 5 minutes she rolled off me. She smiled and kissed my cheeks. “Never had such an experience, never before. Not with Asif, not with the other men I had, never with you at the network.” I rubbed her cheek with the back of my palm. She suddenly got up and went down to my crotch. “This penis is the most wonderful one I ever took inside of me. I am going to worship it” And saying that she took my now 2 inch limp organ into her mouth trying to revive it back to its magnificent 7 inch form that gave her so much pleasure. “I didn’t know I tasted like this.” She said as she perhaps tasted her own cunt juices coating my cick. “You are sweet Shareen and I have never had a better tasting pussy in my life” I said. A 10 minute oral workout on my cock and it was up and ready to go. The foreskin had been pulled back during her suck exposing a swollen pinkish wet head. I pulled her up next to me and asked her “Do you want me now? Or a bit later? You just fucked yourself so badly; I don’t think you can withstand another so quickly” She thought a bit and nodded. I gathered her in my arms and she cradled her head in my shoulder. We dozed off. She turned her back to me, curling her legs up. I pulled up behind her, held her breast from under her arms and kissed her back, and asked her to nestle my little boy between her legs. I knew that when we woke up I would be giving her best fuck she ever had. It was 5 am when my eyes opened. Shareen was still in bed. My cock was erect and hard. I got up to gargle my mouth and brushed quickly with my fingers. I got back into bed and hugged her from the back. She moved aside and lay on her back and spread her legs. She had her eyes closed. I couldn’t wait anymore to fuck her. My sleep had refreshed the semen in my sacs. I knelt between her legs and lowered myself to taste her cunt. She still smelt of our cum of last night. Not wanting to delay further, I lowered myself and pasted my wet tongue on her pussy. She let out a moan and I guessed that she was partly awakened by the warmth on her pussy lips. I gave her a few long licks before I opened up her petals to dig deeper to taste her sweet nectar. I looked up and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I winked at her. “Mujhe toilet jaana hai” (I have to go to the toilet) I got up from between her legs. “Acchi tarah se saaf karke aana” She nodded and walked with her sexy arse swaying. I heard her flush and the faucet working. (Wash it well) She came back with a towel in her hand wiping her pussy. She came over me and sat on my face. “Lijiye saaf hai. Choosiye” (Come on I am clean now. Suck me) I needed no invitation as I held her bum flesh and pulled her down on my face, with my mouth lapping at her cunt like a cat would to a saucer of milk. In 5 minutes I had sent her to heaven as she sat back on my chest, pushing my head away. “Aap yeh saab kaise karte hain?” she asked not eliciting an answer though. (How do you do all this?) I pushed her down on the bed and she opened her legs and lifted them to her arms as she held them apart. I positioned between her legs and guided my hard and erect penis into her cunt. With one push I was buried up to my balls. I wanted to give this girl a fuck that she would remember a long time. I too wanted to taste her sex for a long time. I balanced on my arms by her side and looking into her eyes, I asked “How long can you last?” She giggled. “It is the same question I wanted to ask you. I want it slow and steady. I want to experience your penis in my vagina for as long as is possible” “For any other girl it would have been over in 5 to 10 minutes. But with you below me, I think I want to last for at least 20 minutes. I will do it very very slowly. I don’t want you to push me into a fast one” She nodded as she caressed my cheeks with both hands. I lowered myself to kiss her cheeks and took her lips between mine. Out tongues reached out to mate with each other, snaking in and out of our mouths. This caused my cock to harden and jerk inside her and she jerked with me. “Hmmm… Dheere..” she complained as she pulled her face away. (Slowly please) I could not fathom how I could go slow with this sexy girl. I began with slow strokes, lifting my hips up and ramming it down into her and then staying inside her for about 10-15 seconds before repeating. She was holding my arms and back, and as I would ram into her, she would close her eyes and clench her teeth and dig into my arms. I looked into her eyes and I could see a strange of sense of pleasure. It was an erotic sight. A lovely sexy girl, lying naked below me with my hot and potent penis in her wet overflowing cunt, with her milk filled breasts jiggling like water filled balloons with every thrust her body took from my ram rod. She made an awesome sight and I had to make a comment to her. “Tum kitni sundar lag rahi ho Shareen. Mera jee karta hai ki tumhe aise hi chodta rahun” (You look so beautiful Shareen. I feel like fucking you like this all the time) “Kisne roka hai aapko? (So who has stopped you?) “Sach?” I asked, and not waiting for an answer, began to slowly increase my pumping pace into this wonderful woman. (Really?) It was a wonderful being inside of Shareen’s cunt, swamped by the hot wetness of her copious vaginal secretions. I bent down to kiss her breast flesh, taking her perky nipples one by one between my teeth and stimulating it to lactate for me. Very soon, I was going to descend upon this milk laden tits for my nourishment. She moaned as I doubled the pleasure. A few minutes of kisses and a continuous gentle thrusting, was sending me to a climax. Shareen was clamping down on my cock with her cunt muscles with increased frequency and I was glad that she was assisting me in my orgasmic venture. “I want you to cum inside me” she said. “I will” I continued to thrust into her, raising my elbows up, and pushing my hips forward as she matched my pace by pushing her hips in the opposite direction and simultaneously squeezing my cock head with her cunt. I was reaching my peak and I lowered myself over her. I continued to pump faster now, as she gave up trying to match my pace. I reached for her mouth and took her lips between mine as I gently pushed in and out of her for the final thrusts. The dam burst and I could feel my cock spewing out enormous amounts of spunk into her womb in five or six rapid spurts. She felt it, tightened her grip around my back and hips as she pulled me into her. Her eyes closed as she moaned in ecstacy “Hai Allah” I lay spent over her body as she continued to hold me tight to herself, feeling the warmth of our sweating bodies. Both of us were breathing heavily. I was surprised by my own actions. It was a gentler pace of fuck unlike the usual and yet I could ejaculate so much. Shareen slowly released me from her grasp and her hands fell by her sides. She had her head turned aside and as I slowly raised myself, my semi erect cock popped out of her cunt. She brought her hand to her pussy almost immediately as I withdrew. She caressed her lips, and surprisingly, I did not find a trace of my cum flowing out. Her body had sucked in all my cum and I was, for the moment, a bit worried that she might get pregnant if she did not wash up. “Shareen…Shareen..” I prodded her. “Hmmm” she said and she turned her face to me, smiling. She had a beautiful after sex glow and she looked an angel. “Mujhe lagta hai tumhe saaf kar lena chahiye” (I think you should wash up) “Kyon?” (Why?) “Kuch bahar nahi nikala. Agar pregnant ho gayi to problem ho jayega” (Nothing has come out. If you become pregnant we will have problems) “Gopal…tumhare bachche ki maa banogi to koi problem nahin hai. Lekin main nahin ban sakti. Lactating women have a good chance of not getting pregnant. Waise bhi main pill leloongi” she said as he reached out to caress my face. (I don’t see any problem if I become your child’s mother. But I won’t be. I will be taking a pill) “Shareen..?” “Hmm?” “Main tumhare gaand mein ek baar daalna chahta hoon. Kya khayal hai?” (I want to fuck you once in your arse. What do you think?) She fisted my chest playfully. “Nahin. Mujhe pasand nahin hai.” (No. I don’t like it) “Kabhi nahin kiya? Parties mein bhi nahin?” I asked with a question mark on my face. She shook her head. (Have you never done it? Not even in the parties?) “Mujhe laga tum apni gaand marwati ho” (I thought you get fucked in your arse) “Nahin…Woh to Neha hai. Uska gaand khula hua hai. Tumhara lund bhi aaram se andar ghus jayega. Kabhi try karke dekho. Asif keh rahe the ki unhe mazaa aa gaya” (No. That is Neha. She has a wider arsehole. Your cock will go in very easily. Try it sometime. Asif was saying that he enjoyed it very much) “Tumhe jalan nahin hoti?” (You don’t get jealous?) “Kis baat ki. Gaand marwane se kabhi kabhi shayad jalan hoti hai. Lekin Neha to experienced hai” (About what? I think if you try arse fuck it hurts (another meaning of jealous in Hindi). But Neha is experienced) “Nahin..nahin mera matlab woh nahi tha.” (That is not what I meant) “To phir” (Then?) “Asif jab Neha ka gaand maar tha hai ya kisi aur aurat ke saath maze leta hai, tab” (When Asif fucks Neha’s arse or has sex with any other woman) “Kyon hogi jalan. Main bhi to tumhare saath pichle 15 dino se tumhara bistar garam kar rahin hoon. Asif bhi apna lund kisi aur ke chooth mein ragad raha hoga. We are open in such cases. You do what you want and I will do what I want. But at the end of the day we are together as a family and we love each other” (Why should I be jealous? I am warming up your bed for the last 15 days. Even Asif must be getting his cock massaged by some pussy) I was by now next to her, as she was fondling my cock. The semen coating on my penis had now dried up. I told Shareen to go and have a bath and I would follow her. “Naha ne ke baad main tumhara doodh peeyonga” (I will drink your milk after a bath) Thirty minutes later we both were in bed. I had meanwhile asked the guest house caretaker for a heavy breakfast and at the same time called up my home to inform that I would not be available until late afternoon; that I was just winding up the tender work. It was a wonderful Saturday, and I had planned to spend the morning with Shareen. After our slow but very tiring sexual intercourse early in the morning, I was looking forward to feeding from Shareen’s breasts. She sat on the bed, naked, against the backrest, with her knees up and folded. I got on to the bed in my towel, and she immediately made space for me on her lap. “Abhi nahin. Breakfast must be on its way. I think you should put on some kind of a dress” (Not now) No sooner had I said this, and the bell rang and the breakfast arrived. Shareen rushed into the closet, covering herself with the blanket. The guy had an all knowing smirk on his face as he made a casual survey of our room and drew his own conclusions. I tipped him handsomely and with my finger on my lips motioned him to keep his mouth shut. He pocketed the tip and nodded smilingly. “Aap ko disturb nahin karoonga” he said on his way out, as I patted his back and almost pushed him through the door. (Nobody will disturb you now) “Bahar aa jao” I called out to Shareen. She had dropped the blanket and reappeared stark naked in to the room. Her breasts wobbled as she walked with a slight ramp like stance. She would have made a good model, I thought. (You may come out now) “Chalo, pehle kha lete hain. Pet mein chuhe daud rahen hai.” (Come let us eat first. Rats are running around in my stomach – a euphemism for hunger) “Kal ka sweets hajam ho gaya lagta hai” she said as we both settled down into our chairs for a nice breakfast. (Looks like you have digested yesterday’s sweets) We gobbled up the steaming hot idlies, sandwiches and the omelette. Shareen got up to wash her hands and I followed. She returned and prepared to make some tea for us. “Mere liye nahin” I said. (Not for me) She looked at me questioningly and asked, “Kyon?” (Why?) “Chai ki koi zaroorat nahin mujhe. Tumhara doodh jo peena hai” I said. (I don’t need tea. I have to drink your milk) She blushed and proceeded to make tea for herself. I went over to the bed and lay down. I was looking at her, as she sat on the chair naked with her back to me. Her slender back that supported her voluminous breasts in the front, tapered into an even slender waist that flared up at her hips. Her buttocks appeared ripe and delicious mounds and I was tempted to ask her for an arse fuck. It had been a very long time since my cock had found refuge in a tight arsehole and I had abandoned arse fucks since Falguni. She saw me staring at her in the mirror in front of her. “Kya dekh rahen hain?” she asked turning around. (What are you seeing?) “Tumhara sundar shareer. Tumhare Allah ne bahut fursat se banaya hai tumhe. Stock mein rahe puri khoobsurati bhar di hain tumhare andar” (Your beautiful body. Your God has made you in his free time. He has put all his stock of beauty into your body) She blushed and finishing her tea, lay it on the table and moved into the bed with me. She sat next to me and caressed my face and kissed me on my mouth. “Aayiye. Mera doodh peejiye. Mere breasts bhar gaye hain. Khali kar deejiye” (Come. Drink my milk. My breast have filled up. Empty them) She accommodated me in her lap, as I lay down facing her tits. She held my head with one hand and raised it to her left breast. She caressed her breast and nipple a while and then with a downward squeeze from the top of the breast to the engorged nipple she directed the tit to my open mouth. A drop of milk appeared and I took it with my tongue. I gently lapped at her nipple with my tongue, to stimulate the flow. A few squeeze later, a spurt of milk sprayed on my face. She laughed. She reached out to a tissue and wiped out the few drops on my eyelids that prevented me from opening my eyes. I latched on to the nipple and began to suckle her. Warm milk drained into my mouth with each press of the lips on her areola. She aided me for some time with her own pressure building press on her breast. She gave up the effort when she realized that I was suckling her on my own and her milk was free flowing into my mouth. The flow was in gushes soon and I had to swallow fast to prevent any wastage. I was meanwhile caressing her other breast and she was sitting back relaxing, eyes closed and moving her fingers in my hair. Twenty minutes later, the flow had reduced to a trickle and she realized that I was sucking harder on her nipple. She tried to assist me by squeezing her areloa and breast to extract more. It helped to an extent but it was just not the effort and the pain that she would have to feel later. I wiped my mouth with the back of my palm and walked on my knees to her other side. She readjusted herself to feed her right breast and repeated the exercise. The flow now was much easier and within two squeezes the milk flowed. She raised my head on her knee and offered her breast to my mouth. I latched on to the flesh and pressed with my teeth gently, until my mouth filled up with her warm milk. I continued to suckle like a baby. I noticed that her hand had moved to her pussy and she was gently caressing herself. I reached for her hand and kept it on my semi-erect rod of flesh. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. I withdrew the nipple from my mouth and the milk flowed on to the face. She was like a leaky tap. “Tayar kar ise. Tumhe choosna hai” I said and immediately took action to plug the leakage with my mouth. (Make this ready. I want to suck you) I resumed my sucking. Her breast milk was warm and refreshing. Asif was really lucky to have such a woman as his wife. Twenty minutes later, her breast was nearly empty and my penis was hard and erect. I got up from her lap, as she wiped her nipples with a tissue. I lay down on the bed and she went on all fours with her legs straddling my chest. She descended on my cock and took it straight into her throat. She looked back and offered her wet gleaming pussy. I pulled her hips down to my face and dug my face into the freshly washed cunt. She was wet and smelt good. She smelt good anyway, unlike many other women. Even after a rigorous and taxing sexual intercourse she smelt different and good. I dug my tongue into her cunt to taste the fresh juices while she labored on my cock coaxing it with her lips to give out the life giving fluid, which she loved equally to take in the oral and the vaginal orifice. I nibbled at her lips and intermittently gave her gentle bites and long licks with my teeth and tongue. This was arousing her so much that I heard her moaning out even as she had my cock in her mouth. Very soon I felt her shuddering, her hips trembling and buttocks jiggling. I knew she had an orgasm, as I felt her pausing in her suck. She held it firm in her mouth, deep into her throat. I could feel her swallow and contract her throat muscles around my penis. I myself was almost on the verge of orgasm, but her pause sent it away by another 5 minutes at most. She recovered soon and she resumed her deep throating with higher thrusts, as I now saw her lips rubbing on my skin with higher frequency. I could not hold it more and began to push my hips upwards sending my penis deeper into her mouth. She held my legs down, and she took over control again. Her head boobed up and down and I moaned, “Shareen jaan. Tera gift aa raha hai. Khali karde mujhe” (Shareen my love. Your gift is on its way. Empty me) And then it spurted out. I spewed 4 large spurts followed by a number of mini ones. I could feel some of my semen flowing down along the sides since she couldn’t have swallowed an upwardly directed rapid spurt so quickly. I was panting and I pulled her up to me as my erection subsided and she was done with the swallowing and cleaning my cock up. I took her in my embrace and we lay cuddled for a while. “Shareen. “ “Hmmm” she replied while playfully running her forefinger around my nipple in circles. “Join karogi?” I asked. (Will you join us?) “I would love to. Can you put in a request for let us say, one more week to attend office and to decide?” I was desperate to have her with me. I got up from the bed and rang up my HR guy. “Bobby…How are you?……(Casual conversation)….Bobby…would it be possible for you to have Shareen in the office for one more week before she takes a decision?….Ok…Ok…I will need to ask if she is willing….ok…” and I closed the call. “Shareen…ho jayega…lekin ek problem hai…” (It will be done….but there is a problem) “Kya?” she said as she sat up excitedly. (What?) “Woh…haraami hai…bolta hai ki possible hai…agar…” (That fellow…he is a bastard…says it is possible…but..) “Agar..?” (But….) “”…agar…tu uske saath ek raat ke liye…you know…” (If…you spend one night with him…you know..) “Theek hai. Ek raat hi ki to baat hai na…but he has to wear a condom..” (it is okay. It is a matter of one night…) “Lekin Shareen…” (But Shareen..) “Don’t be too emotional yaar. What is the reason I am with you? Pure sexual pleasure, na? To uske saath ek raat sex karne mein kya jaata hai? Dekh loongi mera honewala boss kaisa perform karta hai” (…so what is the harm in having sex with him for one night. Let me see how my future boss performs) She giggled at her own statement. I was not amused. “Tell him I am available tonight” she said casually, looking at her finger nails. “Booby..” I called back “…she is okay for tonight only. You fix up with her” and laid it back on the cradle. “I have to leave now. It is getting late. I have to get back to my family” I told her. I put on my clothes after I had a wash of my penis. She joined me in the bathroom and gathered her clothes. She put on sexy looking bra and panty and pulled up a tight fitting blue jeans and a t-shirt. She looked really desirable, and I wondered if I should take her once again. Better judgement prevailed and I took her into my embrace and we kissed. “Will miss you over the weekend” she said as we parted. “I will miss you too. I will see you in office on Monday, now that you have Bobby in your pocket” I said. “And tonight I will have Bobby in my pussy” she said laughing at her own joke. I gave a gentle squeeze to her breasts and cupped her pussy over her jeans before I left for my own sweet home, into the arms of my unsuspecting waiting wife. The following Monday, I saw Shareen in our office with the HR guys in a meeting and as I passed the conference room they were in I gave her a wink and moved my tongue over my lips. She smiled back and remained focused on the meeting. Back in my cabin and I called in my department secretary and gave her a few tasks for the day and got an update on the appointments, and asked not be disturbed except for Shareen. She nodded and had a smile on her lips. I was curious and asked, “Kyon smile kar rahi ho?” (Why are you smiling?) “Kuch nahin.” (Nothing) “Phir bhi?” (Still) “Aapne Shareen kaha na, isi liye” (You said Shareen..that is why) “To?” “Almost all know what is going on between you and that girl” “Really? What?” “That you are sleeping with her” “That is my personal matter. No one should have any issues with that” “Who said about anyone having issues?” she asked and left my office. Shareen came in to my cabin with a knock on the door. I nodded, very professionally. She looked dazzling in the ray of the sunlight that filtered through the curtains on the window. She had worn a blue salwar kameez, a reasonably loose kameez but that couldn’t hide the swell of her beautifully shaped breasts. I queried her on the day’s activities and she replied. In the meantime I received two calls and I requested my secretary to keep any further calls for an hour later. I then changed my topic to her Saturday night with Bobby. She smiled and asked, “Jealous?” “Why should I be?” I asked, but knowing in my heart that I was beginning to get very possessive about this girl. “It was good. He did what he had to do” she replied casually. I hesitated to ask the next question. She sensed it and said, “You want to ask me something else?” “Yes” I said, as I felt the flush spread over my face. I had no moral right to ask her this question. “Did he drink from your breasts?” I asked. She paused. I expected her to laugh or get angry. She just kept quiet. She was passive and very mechanical. “No. I did not tell him that I am lactating and we women have the capability to withhold our reflexes if we want to. I did just that, and just did not allow any milk to flow” I heaved a sigh and she noticed and smiled. As long as she was here, her breast milk was for me to drink. “Want some?” she asked, gently shaking her booty with a naughtiness only she had mastered. “Does a fish need water to live?” I asked back showing my eargerness. “Here?” she asked incredulously. “Why not?” “What if anyone comes in?” “Lock the door” I said, as I buzzed my secretary to not allow anyone inside for a good 15 minutes. That would be enough for one breast full suckle, I thought. Or so I thought. With this girl inside my cabin, I should have asked for more time. I stared at her swaying hips as she walked up to lock the door. Getting back, I prepared myself to suck her. But she stripped herself completely. I was shocked and nervous. This was too dangerous. Back in Mumbai, with Sajitha, it was safer with an ante room and a comfortably bigger cabin, and since people were wary of me, they would think twice before knocking my cabin door. “Kapde kyon utara? Mujhe to sirf doodh peena hai” I protested softly. (Why did you remove your clothes? I just wanted to drink your milk) “Tum to doodh pee loge, lekin meri pyaas kaun bujhayega?” (You will drink my milk, but who will satisfy me?) “Lekin Shareen…this is dangerous!!” “Mujhe nahin pata. Aapko nahin pata maine Sunday kaise guzara” (I don’t know anything. You don’t know how I spent my Sunday) She just knelt in front of my chair and unbuckling my belt pulled my pants down along with the underwear. “Dheere …”, I protested as she proceeded to strip my lower half of all garments. (Easy…) Needless to say, my penis was already hard and erect and raring to go. She did not waste time and gave me a quick blowjob for about 2 minutes, wetting my penis with her saliva. She got up and bent over the table, her soft breasts pressed over the table top as she motioned me to enter her. I went down on my knees for a lick of her precum, but she said, “Zaroorat nahin hai. Puri tarah gheeli hoon” (Not required. I am completely wet) I got up again and positioning my cock at her cunt held her waist and pulled her back on my cock. It slid in smoothly and I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on it. She was hot and wet. She moaned as I began to thrust into her, slowly at first and then rapidly increasing the pace. I wanted to finish off fast since I possibly had only 15 minutes. And cum, I did. She did not orgasm, but she did receive a good amount of my thick cum inside her vagina. She moaned and I had to cup her mouth in panic. She collapsed on the table, as she gathered her breath. It was fast and exhausting. I withdrew, pulled her up and gathered in my arms and said, “Lund choosna chahogi?” (Would you like to suck my cock?) “Tissue se saaf kar lijiye. Lekin pehle doodh pee lijiye” and saying so, she lifted her left breast to my mouth, and simultaneously squeezing the breast and nipple to force the flow. (Clean it up with a tissue. But first drink my milk) I latched on and my sucks were greeted with a smooth endless flow of breast milk. I suckled fast for about 10 minutes. I didn’t have much time on hand. I released the nipple when the flow was a trickle. She wiped her nipple with her bra and offered me the other. I said, “Abhi nahin Shareen. Koi kabhi bhi aa sakta hai. Main khane ke baad piyunga. Apne kapde pehen lo”. (Not now Shareen. Anybody could walk in. I will drink after lunch. Put on your clothes) She agree to my suggestion and picked up her dress. I helped her with her 36D bra and panty. She quickly put on her blue salwar kameez and adjusted her hair. She resumed her seat in front of me and I got up to open the door. She walked out a short while later. We had these kinds of sessions regularly for another few days, which extended to having quickies in my cabin and on the terrace of our office during lunch time. (I had the keys to a terrace, which was not otherwise accessible to others ever since an employee of a neighbouring company jumped off the building top to her death.) As the end of the extended week of trial approached, I asked Shareen to go back to her husband and baby who needed her more than I did. She owed me nothing, but her stakes with her family was much more. Ours was a purely sexual relationship where I gave her the sex she wanted in return for her delicious breast milk. She too was in agreement and communicated her decision not to join the company to Bobby. On the last day of her stay, I took the day off and we had a wild sex until 2 hours before her flight departure back to Mumbai. Shareen said, “I want you to keep my bra and panty as a souvenir. Will you?” I replied, “Why not? I will treasure it. I want you to give me the bikini top lace bra and panty. It arouses me a lot, and when alone, I will sleep with these next to me in bed” “Shareen I have a confession to make.” “What?” “While I am having sex with you, I am also having sex with my brother-in-law’s wife. Her name is Vani. I am having sex with her every night for the past two months with the consent of my family. I am supposed to make her pregnant with my child, since her husband cannot bear a child.” “So?” “No..I just thought of informing you” “Not necessary at all. It is your life Gopalji. I have nothing to do with it. Please do not get emotional about it. I will get myself checked for HIV once I get back.” “I also spoke to her about you. I also asked her about a threesome with you, without asking you” “I don’t mind. Just let me know when and where. We have to make it convenient for all of us. Is she pregnant already?” “Not yet. We are avoiding for some more time. I am planning to close it by end of next month” “Just let me know, okay?” I nodded as she leaned forward to plant me a kiss on my lips and I tried to gather her in my arms. It was a public place, and was not advisable. I surreptitiously pressed her breasts and arse, while she rubbed my hard cock over my pants. “I will miss you Shareen” “Me too. But I promise we will be together soon, somewhere” I saw her off at the airport, with promises that I would sleep with her at her home on my next Mumbai visits. It had been three weeks of pure lust and pleasure.