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Kneeling down ( being shared)

riyajoseph on Oral Stories

That peach glow on my skin , I inherited it from my mother. If I were to travel back in time to my mothers youth , I would find in her the same toned belly, broad hips and tightly shaped breasts that I so openly flaunted in all my social media pictures.
I threw on a beautiful top, I had purchased from zara on my first date with Faizan. I met Faizan on a chatting website after I broke up with Sean . Faizan helped me through my emotional rollercoaster and soon our conversations progressed on to explicit content, like role playing. I got good at it and Faizan was smitten with me. Then he insisted on taking me out shopping and I readily agreed. He turned out to be the same handsome lad he claimed to be. He spent a lot over me and I thought he deserved something in return, so I took him to Zara, to select a good top for me. While he did that I wandered off into the changing room, in a way noticeable to Faizan. He knocked on the changing room door, I grabbed his collar and pulled him in. Shocked , he stumbled in as I held on to his collars and pulled him back on his feet . "I'm going to need some help unzipping my top," I motioned towards my back. " S-Sure," he stuttered. I turned around and immediately felt his vision on my ass. " Do you want to touch it?," I teased . He hesitated shyly and helped me unzip my top. We stood in front of the mirror as I wore my new top. I told him I loved it and he smiled and grabbed me from behind, placing his hands on my hips and mouth on my neck. It was time for him to claim his reward and I entertained his claim. I went down on my knees , in the changing room, doing the most nastiest things. In the end I let him unload it in a place of his choice, and I believe all men would choose the same one he did.
I dolled myself up, made sure I looked stunning and wore a bra that barely covered my nips but revealed a deep cleavage.
Faizan was very excited for our next meeting. He showed up at my place, in the evening, to pick me up in his car with another friend. Faizan introduced me to Harsh, he told me a story about how Harsh saved his life once and became his best friend. Both of them claimed true friendship , Harsh tried to be modest but admitted that he did actually save Faizan . Faizan and Harsh kept me entertained throughout the journey. I started to like Harsh and his sense of humor, he was so much like Faizan and yet better.
We parked in front of a pub and entered the happening venue, hugely comprised of college students. A young vibe was associated to it and I was loving it. We halted at a table where two girls sat. Faizan introduced me to Shivonne and Rhea. Something told me that there was something romantic between Harsh and Shivonne, but both of them did well in attempting to hide it from the rest. The drinks came in and the evening was getting better. " So Sanika how do you like this place ?" asked Shivonne. "I'm loving it," I smiled while replying. I had a inherent hatred for Shivonne , maybe because of Harsh. I felt the buzz of the vodka shot hit me and I was enjoying. " Then you are going to love the place we are heading towards," said Shivonne. I looked towards Faizan and he told me the same. Rhea said she had to run home because of her mom. Shivonne had brought her car and neither Shivonne nor Rhea were good at drunk driving, so Faizan volunteered to drop them at their place and come back to the place we were headed to. Faizan kissed me on my cheeks as he left and assured me that he'd be back soon.
"Sanika why don't we take the car and head off to the place. Faizan will follow us after he drops them," said Harsh, he was seated next to me and we had been alone for about twenty minutes. Every minute with him was worth it and I was becoming vulnerable to his charm. " We will go after one last thing," I said in the most seductive voice. He was curious. " I'd like to smoke a ciggerate," I said as I smiled at him. We were in a semi isolated lane behind the pub. I dragged a puff and handed it back to Harsh, who did the same. We smoked like true partners and our conversations ran, without pause. Harsh told me that he had a joint and I was ready to accept anything Harsh gave me. We smoked the joint and both our eyes indicated our highness. There was no communication from Faizan's side, no calls, no text. Something made me feel like all this was planned, but the plan sounded good to me. Then Harsh received a text from Faizan saying: I felt sick and had to rush home. Please tell Sanika won't be able to make it, her phone is switched off.
I hate to admit but it felt good to have Faizan away from me . " Should I drop you home," asked Harsh, looking all buzzed and handsome. " Why don't you take me to that place we were going to go to?" I asked biting my lips and tilting my stoned head. " Ummmm its more like a place where you would like to go with your boyfriend," said Harsh, hesitating. "Do you go there with Shivonne?" I asked , revealing the knowledge I acquired, naughtily. Harsh was clearly surprised. " Miss Sanika you have a good eye for things," avowed Harsh. " I also have a good tongue ," I revealed my tongue, licked my upper lip and put it back in. That lip movement did not go unnoticed. " Well then I guess you will have to be my Shivonne for tonight," he gave in. " Tread carefully , tonight may not be enough," I teased. " Tonight will be enough for you," he replied as he rapidly approached to suck my lips . In a fraction of a second my lips were sucking, licking, biting and most importantly kissing his lips. There was something about being dominated by your man and the feel of the hard ground on your knees that I loved so much. I gave in to my guilty pleasure and he gave it on my tongue. It was 2 inches bigger than Faizan's , I did the math as I choked myself on it and stroked it with my hands as I paused to breathe. " Would Shivonne ever do this to you?," I asked as I spit on his cock and stroke it with both my hands. The top Faizan bought from Zara for me, started to loosen its grip on my left shoulder, something told me Harsh put it like that. One half of my black bra was showing and I imagined Harsh summing up my cup size as his wet cock met my mouth. I let it hit my throat again and let it out . Harsh began moaning softly as lines of spittle linked my mouth to his cock.
We were on the dark side of the alley and I could sense some drunk people smoking where we were. Time faded and i started to wonder for how long was his cock in my mouth. " I have a habit of rewarding people who are good to me," i said as i was stroking his cock." On what would you like to cum ?" i asked like a waitress. He looked at me like i was unreal and geared up to enter my mouth again. This time he was stroking it in my mouth like a woodpecker. He finished in my mouth. " Don't drop even a bit of it. That's my first gift to you," he pulled my head up by the hair and saw me swallow it. "As you commanded," i finished licking my lips to gather all the cum.
A torch was flashed upon us and a cop was yelling curses in Marathi. Harsh pulled me up and ran with me to the other end of the alley. Where a fence separated the parking from the alley. Harsh picked me up and guided me to the top of the fence . I dropped on the other side and Harsh followed. The fat hawaldar was only half way and we began towards the car. " Fuck the police," I yelled. I looked towards Harsh and he looked at me like a precious possession. Something told me that the night was not over.

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