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“Want to enter me?” she asked, caressing his hair as he suckled on her nipple.

“No, I just want to feast on your breasts,” Aryan replied taking a break from suckling to speak.

Rashmi had large purple nipples that she hated. They made her look pregnant in her book. She began to moan softly as Aryan’s suckling began to turn her on.

“Aryan… you’re… turning me… on,” she whispered, breathlessly.

Aryan didn’t respond suckling on her breast even harder.

Rashmi couldn’t take it anymore. She needed his manhood inside her – her vagina was screaming for it, lush with wetness.

“Inside… me… please,” she said, almost begging.

In response, Aryan put both his hands on her right breast, squeezing it softly, and began to suckle even harder.

“Haaaaaaah!” Rashmi moaned. She found it hard to keep her eyes open and put her arms around his head affixing him to her breast within her embrace.

On her thigh, she could feel his manhood, hard and ready to go. Despite them having had sex last night, she hadn’t seen his organ yet. She tried to open her eyes but he was suckling her nipple so hard that it was hard for her to control her organs.

With supreme willpower, she pulled herself away from his lips.

She opened her eyes and noted that he looked really surprised. ‘What’s wrong?’ – his eyes seemed to be asking. She got up on all fours and crawled towards his groin.

He was definitely well-endowed: his boner was six inches – not as big as the ones she had seen in porn, but it looked nice and thick. Taking his organ in her right hand, she pushed down his foreskin and then, placed herself over him. He seemed to understand what was about to happen.

Gently but quickly, Rashmi guided the erect member towards her vaginal lips. She pushed a small part of it inside with her hand, her vagina feeling a little tight. Then, she rocked her hips down and to her surprise, found that her vagina was lubricated enough to accept his organ inside fully.

She yelped as his penis went deep inside her – Aryan, on his part, sighed sharply, his eyes closing momentarily.

Slowly, she began to buck her hips back and forth, pushing his organ inside her back and forth, placing her hands on his chest. His chest muscles felt rock hard under her hands. Maybe it was because of how hot Aryan was – looking, as he did, like a Greek God – or maybe, it was because she was having sex after such a long time, but the penis felt better than anything ever had inside her. Not her ex-boyfriend’s cock, not her sex toy, not the odd banana she had inserted inside her – nothing felt as satisfyingly pleasing as Aryan’s organ. Aryan placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing them together, gently pinching her nipples.

She began to pick up speed and the pleasure increased manifold, making it impossible for her to keep her eyes open again. She could feel small sharp bursts of pleasure inside her, just under her navel. Thinking of her navel, she remembered that her potbelly would now be clearly visible to him – she was still a little conscious of being overweight, even though Aryan had through the entirety of the previous day and still was, making her feel like a sexy Goddess – his sexy empress. She stopped riding him and bent forward to kiss him.

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Disha's Tenant (Story Snippet)

Disha approached him and sat down by his side on the bed.

“Look, I know it’s a strange request, Arunav,” she began. “But… ever since my husband died, I haven’t been with a man. I know it’s a strange request, but would you sleep with me?”

“Oh… I… I…” Arunav began, before his brain shut down.

“Yes, I know it is forward on my part and women shouldn’t do this,” Disha said. “But what can we do? We too have needs, you know?”

She put a hand on his right cheek and began caressing it. “And you can say ‘No’ if you want to, OK? There is no obligation on your part,” she said, looking into his eyes, moving her face up to a few inches away from his.

“N… I mean yeah, yes, of course,” Arunav replied, speaking fast.

Disha smiled again and put her other hand on his other cheek before moving in to kiss him. Arunav had had a girlfriend in his schooldays, so he had kissed before, but Disha’s kiss felt like another grade of heaven. Disha pried open his lips with her lips and her tongue and then using her tongue, licked every inch and millimeter of his lips all over, again and again and again, till Arunav’s mind had turned to silly putty.

Suddenly, she stopped.

“I’ll go get a condom from my room,” she said. “Durex or Kamasutra?”

“Any,” Arunav replied quickly, clearly not caring what separated his manhood from her feminine insides.

“OK… I’ll get the one with extra dots, then,” she said smiling. “Undress by the time I am back.” Then, she left the room.

Arunav heard her footsteps going down the stairs and quickly began to undress. He folded his clothes and placed them in a neat pile on the bedside drawer.

When Disha returned, she was completely naked as well and she held up a condom in the fingers of her right hand. She dropped her clothes in the doorway. Despite her slender frame, her breasts were large and pendulous, hanging on her chest like two tubular bottle gourds. Her nipples pointed down and were dark purple. There was a large black mole near her left areola.

“Someone is ready to go,” she remarked, smiling, pointing at the erection sticking out from between Arunav’s legs.

She walked up to his side. “Oh… you’re big,” she said.

Arunav didn’t know that he was. He had estimated his penis to be five inches long which he thought was fairly average. Perhaps, Disha’s late husband had been smaller than him, he reasoned.

Disha placed a hand on his cock and jerked it hard, making him squirm, making his eyes close.

“Oh, and it gets even bigger,” she said, giggling. She pushed the foreskin down, revealing his pink glans. Then, with her other hand, she placed the condom on the tip of his penis and unrolled it on to his penis, covering it. Arunav gasped and squirmed at every touch on his penis.

Once it was fully covered by the condom, Disha spat on it a few times, rubbing her saliva up and down on the condom-covered penis. The touch of her wet-with-saliva hands on his penis felt so good that Arunav thought he would finish right there, right then.

Once she was satisfied with how much of her saliva was on the penis, Disha climbed on to the bed. She turned her back to Arunav, showing him her hips and back. The curve of her waist merging into her slender hips was beautiful and pronounced and Arunav placed his hands on her waist. Disha took his penis in her hand, in between her legs and then, aiming it towards her vagina, pushed her hips down until it met her vaginal lips.

Her vagina felt tight and it took a few up and down thrusts of Disha’s hips on his penis for him to fully penetrate her. Arunav just lay on his back, his fingers pressed into Disha’s waist, letting her do all the work.

Disha sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction once his penis was fully inside her. Then, she bent forward and Arunav felt her hands on his knees. Using her arms like a lever, she began bouncing her hips up and down on his manhood.

Arunav gasped, enjoying the wet and warm sensation of her insides brushing up and down against his condom-covered penis. At the end of her hip bouncing, her crotch banged into his balls and that felt amazing as well.

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Dirtiest secret (pun intended)

Well, my dirty secret so to speak is quite literally a dirty one. Most women won't be caught dead admitting to this, but during Delhi's crazy freezing winters, I sometimes do not bathe for 2 to 3 days. Especially if I am on holiday, if there is no office the next day, my motivation to exit the blanket becomes very low.

My bf actually says he really likes it when I smell sweaty, so I guess there are other advantages as well, wink wink

Rashmi's Affair snippet (Book now available!)

Aryan stepped forward as if to help. He pulled up her kurta, revealing her tummy and then, Rashmi took over, removing her kurta slowly, internally wondering if he would run away when he saw her even semi-naked. When she was done, she stood with her arms folded under her bra-clad breasts, feeling a little embarrassed for the first time that evening. Suddenly, she had no idea what had come over her. Why had she invited this nice, fit, Hollywood hero resembling man to be alone with her?

“Can I?” he asked.

“If you want to,” she replied, huskily. She moved her arms to the side, looking down at the floor.

Aryan reached for her breasts, gently pulling down both her bra cups to reveal her nipples. Rashmi wondered how he would react to her monstrously large nipples. They were at least four inches in diameter, maybe more.

“God, you’re so hot!” Aryan said.

He bent down and started to suckle on her left nipple. A floodgate of emotions released within Rashmi – first, relief, followed by a feeling of intense warm joy spreading through her left breast, followed by an awareness of how wet and hungry her vagina felt.

Aryan bent forward and putting one arm under her knees and the other around her back, suddenly lifted her, his mouth still affixed to Rashmi’s left nipple. Rashmi was afraid he might complaint she was too heavy for him or worse, just struggle to carry her, but he was stronger than she thought. He carried her as if she was as light as a feather, almost effortlessly to the bed in the room, suckling on her nipple all the while.

Gently placing her on the bed, he stood up. He took off his jeans, followed by his boxers. But before Rashmi could survey how well-endowed he was, he was back on to her in a flash.

Bhumi's paramour (Upcoming book snippet)

It was a hot summer day in May. The sun seemed almost angry with the earth. Bhumi couldn’t forget how hot the sun was for years to come, for decades.

She enjoyed the water hitting her body as she poured a mug-full on herself. It slithered down her hair, her neck and breasts, and then her navel, and her crotch, bunching up her pubic hair together. She had turned twenty a month ago and her father had quickly fixed her match with the landlord’s son. Bhumi had only met seen him in a photograph. He had looked young – he didn’t have a moustache – and he looked sullen. Tonight was their ‘sangeet’ ceremony – a musical ceremony prior to their wedding the following day.

Bhumi rubbed a bar of soap on her breasts, accidentally arousing herself as she rubbed it over her nipples. Her nipples and her arousal reminded her of Vishnu – the cowherd’s boy. They had been meeting on the sly for the past year, both of them acutely aware that theirs’ was a doomed romance. Bhumi’s father, the second largest landowner in the city, would never marry off his daughter to a cowherd’s lad. Nevertheless, they had kept meeting, their secret liaisons becoming more and more adventurous. Though they had never had sex, Bhumi would open her blouse and let Vishnu suckle on her nipples till her crotch felt so wet that it squelched when she would walk back home later.

She poured cold water on herself forcing her back to the present. In their last meeting, on the ramparts of the fort, Vishnu had promised to take her away and she had let him indulge in his daydream, nodding her head. She poured more water on herself, rubbing her body, making sure no soap was left on it. The bucket was down to its last few mugs. She picked it up and upturned it, pouring the water on herself.

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About the book: Rashmi is an executive working in an advertising agency. Overweight and unlucky in love, Rashmi doesn't believe knights in shining armor exist. What happens when she runs into Aryan - the scion of the Suryavanshi family - who seems to be absolutely smitten with her? Read the first book in the "Billionaire Romance Saga" from Chetna Khanna to find out.