A Prank Gone Too Far

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Name of the model in the pics: Kavita | Contributed by: Nigward (Telegram)

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As we were packing our bags to head out to Chennai, we couldn’t stop teasing Sultan. The youngest among us, he was also extremely shy and self-conscious. Aged 20, he had a massive crush on a college friend, who had moved to Chennai and was working in the banquets section of a large hotel chain. He’d never expressed his feelings for her and was petrified of making the first move.

When the company I was working for at the time wanted to launch a new line of music that would be cheap covers of popular hits, there was no budget for music videos, album covers or much promotion.

As the product launch manager, it was up to me to solve the problem. Sultan was a friend of Arvind, my colleague at the company and used to hang out with us quite a lot. When Arvind and I were brainstorming about the problem, Sultan suggested his friend Mallika as a possible model we could consider for the album cover shoot.

Arvind and I couldn’t help laughing at the fact that he carried Mallika’s picture in his wallet. Of course, that got us started on teasing him even more, and he fessed up to having a massive crush on her since college days. In any case, we had to scout locations for the shoot and decided to take a week or ten days trip to Chennai.

“Stay is free!” Sultan exclaimed walking into the office the next day.

“WOW! Yaar,” Arvind said excitedly, “how did you swing that?”

“It was nothing,” he replied dismissing the question with the wave of his hand, “When I told Mallika about the tight budgets and all, she offered three rooms. Said it’s off-season and more than half the hotel is empty. She’s also ready to audition for the photo shoot and maybe the music video also if all goes well.”

He was grinning from ear to ear and we knew it was only partly because he had just managed to get us a terrific deal. The guy was beaming because he would get to see Mallika again.

As we walked into the hotel lobby and Mallika approached us with a beaming smile, and any apprehension that I might have had about her being suitable for the photoshoot vanished.

Here was a gorgeous woman with a perfect hourglass body, further enhanced by the perfectly styled sari of the hotel uniform.

She brushed stray strands of her long, flowing dark-brown hair from her face as she approached us. Her smile wasn’t just a courteous fake smile many from the hospitality industry put on, but one that reflected in her large, twinkling eyes. Her full, luscious lips were parted just enough to give a glimpse of a perfect set of teeth.

“Wanakkam,” she said folding her hands in a traditional Indian greeting, “welcome to Chennai. First visit?”

“My first,” I said in reply, “these two have been here often enough.”

“This one, I know,” she said, her smiling growing even larger as she gave Sultan a hug making him turn beet red.

She led us to the registration desk where we handed over our IDs to the receptionist, while Mallika chatted away effortlessly, not just with Sultan, but with all three of us.

“Come on guys,” she said after we had registered ourselves and got our room keys, “I will show you to your rooms. You guys take some rest. I will come by after my shift ends at 6”.

Mine was the first room, followed by Sultan’s and then Arvind’s. After we had left our luggage in our rooms, Arvind and Mallika came over to my room.

“Where’s Sultan?” I asked Mallika, who had casually parked herself at the edge of my bed — her pallu — the loose end of her sari — slipping aside to reveal the curve of her waist, her belly punctuated by a deep-set navel.

“Where else?” Arvind replied, pointing towards the toilet making all of us laugh.

“Still the awkward, shy guy he was in college,” Mallika added.

“You know he has a crush on you right?” Arjun said

“Come on,” Mallika replied waving him off, “he had a crush on every girl in class.”

“Not even close,” I chimed in, “he carries your picture in his wallet.”

“Seriously?” she said rolling her eyes.

We told her about how he had suggested her as a model, getting excited at the prospect of seeing her again and then showing us her picture.

“The kid might actually be serious about you,” Arjun concluded.

Mallika crinkled her nose as she made a face at the idea, “never thought of him that way,” she said, “I mean, he’s a nice enough guy…but….” she got thoughtful for a moment as if imagining being with Sultan and then shook her head as if the idea didn’t quite sit well with her.

“No but listen,” Arvind said in a conspiratorial tone, “I had an idea. Let’s make him squirm a little. What say we try to get him jealous and see if he decides to make a move?”

“What do you mean?” Mallika asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes suggesting she was interested in the idea.

“He knows I have a girlfriend,” Arvind said explaining his idea, “in fact, I met him through Alice — my girlfriend. But he barely knows Vijay. We can pretend the two of you have more than hit it off and see if that makes him jealous enough to admit how he feels.”

“I could work with that,” Mallika said, appraising me head to toe with a grin on her face.

“Flattered!” I said in reply.

And so the plan was hatched. Mallika and I would stick together, get overly touchy and flirty and see how Sultan reacted.

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When we went to dinner that evening, Arvind took the seat next to Sultan acting all innocent, getting a glare from him as Mallika slipped into the seat next to me.

Over dinner, she acted like she had taken a special interest in me, asking me about my background, family, interests and more. I acted just as interested and through most of the dinner, it was as if the two of us were in a different world, having excluded Sultan and Arvind from our conversation.

She would blush and smile at my compliments, look down shyly and fiddle nervously with her hair as we spoke. If she was acting, she was one hell of an actress, I thought.

She saw us to our rooms. She lingered over my hug as we said good night before she gave Arvind a hug that was more formal than friendly, followed by a hug for Sultan, that seemed hurried.

“Bye,” she said waving flirtatiously, looking straight at me as she turned to head home.

The next morning, Arvind knocked on my door, just as I was getting ready to head down for breakfast. He collapsed on the bed laughing his guts out as he narrated what happened after Mallika left the previous night.

Apparently, Sultan had knocked on his door and whined on and on. Arvind had advised him to act if he didn’t want to see her slip away but he had been so scared of doing anything that he became increasingly frustrated. Arvind had to literally push him back to his room after listening to him rant away for close to an hour.

We had decided to try the hotel roof for the first day’s shoot and spent the day doing sari and other traditional Indian wear shots.

We put on an act of growing chemistry between Mallika and I. Sultan stormed away just before lunch time, visibly upset. The three of us had a nice laugh over it and continued the act once he returned — and through the evening — and through dinner.

Good night outside our rooms that day started with a quick hug for Sultan, a polite hug for Arvind and a long, obviously romantic hug for me, followed by a peck on the cheek before she did her customary “bye…” wave for me and left.

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I nudged the fabric. ‘A little more?’ I suggested, watching her pull the swimsuit away.

The second day’s shoot was planned to be swimwear and we had shot quite a few pictures by and in the hotel pool. We had taken both, dry and wet body shots and I was amazed at her long, shapely legs.

Arvind had come over in the morning to report on more whining from Sultan the previous night. The kiss on my cheek being top of his list of complaints. Again, Arvind had suggested he act, and he had stormed out, frustrated that even his friend couldn’t understand his predicament.

During lunch — which she joined us for in her black swim suit — Mallika said she felt awkward about swim suits because of a scar she had on her breast.

With that, she pulled one side of the swimsuit aside, showing me the scar that must have been about an inch or so away from her nipple.

“We can mask it,” I said, feeling a stirring in my pants. “We can take shots where it doesn’t show and even if it does, there’s always Photoshop to edit it out.”

“It was so many years ago, and it never quite healed completely,” she said still holding her swimsuit open in a way that I could see a majority of her breast, but not Arvind or Sultan.

“You can actually feel how different it is,” she said grabbing my hand and running my fingers across the scar. “Feel it?” she asked.

“I feel a lot of things,” I replied, not just touching the area of the scar, but squeezing her breast. I then deliberately looked downwards between my legs and Mallika giggled at the comment. She covered her breast and gave me a mock slap.

“Behave,” she said, blushing, “we have company.”

“Oh so, if there was no company you would have no problem?” I asked.

“You never know,” she said winking.

The post lunch shoot was in my room, in a two-piece bikini. As hard as I tried to be professional, I couldn’t help getting turned on by Mallika’s seductive body and behavior towards me.

She let me adjust her bikini top myself when I needed it in a particular way for the shot and even let me spread her legs wide and take close ups of her camel toe.

“I bet you are aching to touch,” she teased as I was clicking away, my face between her legs and camera lens inches from her pussy.

“You have no idea,” I said honestly, “touch wouldn’t even begin to explain it.”

Towards evening, just as the sun set and it started going dark outside, we decided to do a few shots in a lacy un-padded sheer bra and panties that that looked liked they would hide absolutely nothing.

“You guys mind leaving the room?” she asked Arvind and Sultan holding up the under garments.

“We’ll be right outside the door,” Sultan said, his voice hoarse, “call out in case you need to.” With that he stormed out. Arvind gave us a wink and a thumbs-up sign before following him.

The moment the lock clicked, the ‘prank’ vanished. The air in the room changed instantly; we weren’t performing for Sultan or Arvind anymore. We were finally alone.

She had her eyes on me as she made her way to the bathroom to change.

When she stepped out, she had draped the hotel’s robe over the undergarments.

“Show me yours and I will show you mine,” she said, hinting at undraping the robe.

“We don’t have to pretend now Mallika,” I said as she looked at my crotch.

“Who’s pretending?” she said. Untying the knot of the bathrobe, she added “promise to show me yours?” My throat went dry and all I could do was nod ‘yes’.

She let the bathrobe drop to the floor. The sheet bra and panties set hid absolutely nothing.

Till then I wasn’t sure if she was putting on an act for Sultan’s benefit or was genuinely interested.

Her hard nipples were clearly visible as they strained against the flimsy fabric of the bra.

Her shaved pussy was clearly visible through the panties.

I started, my erection growing as she walked up to me seductively — her eyes locked on my crotch and her smile suggesting she liked what she saw.

As soon as she reached me, she leaned in and proceeded to kiss me.

By the intensity of the kiss it was obvious that she was as hungry for it as I was, now that she was almost naked before me.

Her body next to mine was both fire and ice driving me wild.

We kissed hungrily, devouring each others’ mouths, sucking on each others’ tongues and tasting each others’ saliva.

She reached down between my legs with one hand and stared rubbing me up and down my crotch. I grabbed her hair and pulled her into me.

She undid my pants and let them fall to the floor.

Sliding her hand over my underwear, she started stroking my erection.

“We can’t do it with those two outside,” she said breathless, when we broke the kiss.

Blushing, she added, “I can get rather loud you know…” she kept stroking me as she added, “but I don’t mind helping you now if you promise to help me tonight.”

“Of course,” I said, squeezing her boobs over her bra, “can’t wait…but I will if I absolutely have to”.

She giggled at that, “you can have it all tonight,” she said and kissed me again.

After a few minutes, she pushed me back, breaking the kiss and got in her knees.

“Hello handsome,” she said, caressing my shaft over my underwear, “I have been aching to meet you for a while now.”

“Really?” I said, my voice hoarse and my words sounding more like a groan than words.

In reply, she just smiled and kissed my shaft over my undies.

I was painfully aware of my two friends waiting just a few feet away beyond the door and did all I could to not moan out loud.

“WOW!” she exclaimed as she pulled my underwear down, “I didn’t know Indian boys could grow this tall,” she added before planting a kiss at the tip of my shaft.

“How many foreign boys have you met?” I couldn’t help asking.

“You really don’t want me to answer that now do you”, she said looking at me in mock anger. Her fingers were caressing my member and she looked at my cock with naked lust as she added, “I will just say that the pressure to close corporate deals comes with its demands. You often have to show foreign delegates that you understand their needs and will be able to offer the service that will make them happy.”

Grabbing my erection with both hands, she started stroking me.

Within moments, I was rock hard.

“Having said that,” she added with a wink, “your boy is among the tallest, best built and by far the most handsome boy I have met.”

“Ooh…” she giggled, after a few moments as I started leaking precum, “either he is sweating or salivating.”

Taking the head of my cock in her mouth she sucked before licking all around it.

“Yummy,” she gushed, “looks like I get to taste dessert before dinner today.”

I couldn’t help the groan of pleasure that escaped my mouth.

“Shhhhh,” she said, “be as loud as you want tonight. But let your boy do all the talking for now.”

“FUCK!” I whispered and clamped a hand over my mouth to keep myself from moaning as she licked all over the tip of my cock licking up my precum hungrily.

“Oh you have no idea how wet I am right now,” she whispered back into my cock before kissing and licking all over it, “but patience handsome. We will have a lot of fun tonight.”

Her tongue was wreaking havoc on my cock. She clearly knew what she was doing, had a lot of practice and was an expert at it. It was by far the best tongue-teasing my cock had ever received.

Almost as if reading my mind, she looked up at me and smiled knowingly. Lifting my cock up, she licked me from the base of my balls all the way up my shaft.

Taking as much of it in her mouth as she could, she started sucking it. With one hand she started stroking up and down the rest of the shaft while her other hand caressed my balls.

“God Mallika,” I half-whispered and half-groaned, “I won’t last at this rate.”

“Quick is good for now,” she said taking a break from the torture she was subjecting my cock to, “we have pictures to take too, and we don’t want those two waiting outside more than we have to.

Within just a few minutes, I could feel myself build up to my climax. “Stop,” I said, pulling myself out of her mouth. “I want to taste you after this, please.” I pleaded.

“You have no idea how I would like to be eaten right now. I am dripping wet. but just a taste now ok?” she asked and I nodded. Promise? Because I get loud and we can’t have that now.” I nodded again. “Ok then, but I want my dessert first.”

With that, she took me back in her mouth and resumed giving me the blowjob of my life.

In just a couple minutes, I erupted, flooding her mouth with spurt after spurt of my cum, quite a bit of it spilling out of her mouth and all over her bottom part of her face and some on her bra and boobs.

“Yummy,” she said, licking her lips after swallowing as much as she could.

She collected as much of my cum as she could off her boobs, bra and chin and licked her cum-covered finger.

“I’d like that inside me tonight if you don’t mind” she added.

“I’d love that,” I replied.

“I hate condoms by the way,” she said winking, “I am on the pill so you don’t have to worry about cumming inside me.”

My turn, I said up my underwear and pants once I was completely spent and she had licked and swallowed all the cum she could from both my cock.

I picked her up and threw her on the bed. Getting on top of her, I spread her legs wide and started rubbing my crotch against her pussy while I kissed her hard and deep. Even though I was spent, I knew I was getting her aroused because she spread her legs wider and started moving against my crotch while our tongues battled each other hungrily.

“No, not now, tonight,” she said stopping me as I reached behind her to unhook her bra, “you promised just as taste.”

Reluctantly, I kissed her down her boobs and sucked her tits over her bra before kissing and licking her all over her belly, sliding my tongue into her navel before proceeding further down.

I got on my knees and pulled her legs as far apart as I could. The sheer panties were soaking wet with her juices. I kissed, licked and sucked the inside of both thighs one after the other, inching closer and closer to her pussy.

“Get on with it you tease,” she said in a hoarse whisper, her arousal and hunger apparent in her voice.

Finally, I pulled her panties down, revealing her shaved pussy — which was glistening with her wetness.

“Hello gorgeous,” I said caressing her pussy mound.

I kissed her dripping wet opening before licking her up and down her slit.

“God you are delicious,” I moaned into her pussy, “I am going to eat you for hours tonight.”

“Fuck yesssss,” she groaned into my mouth.

Opening her wide, I slid my tongue inside her, lapping up her delicious wetness. I sucked on her pussy lips hungrily before taking her clit in my mouth.

“Enough,” she groaned in a whisper, “please.”

“Cum in my mouth,” I replied taking a break from her smoldering her pussy, “I want to taste your cum.”

“Tonight, I promise,” she said in a tone that said her body didn’t want me to stop though her brain said we should.

“Then just a few more minutes please,” I begged.

Lifting her legs up and spreading them wide, I took her in my mouth and started eating her hungrily.

Throwing her head back, she moaned with pleasure.

“Oh maaaa,” she groaned, running her hands through my hair, she pulled me into her pussy.

Her hips involuntarily started moving into my mouth, but she pushed my head away after letting me eat her for a few minutes.

Just then her phone rang.

“Fuck it’s Sultan,” she said reaching for it and answering it. I could hear her side of the conversation, but knew they would be getting impatient.

“Sorry guys,”….. “I know,”….. “some glitch with his camera,”…. “he’s doing it now,”… “yeah we’ll make it quick,”…. “just a little longer, I promise,”… “why don’t you guys go down and order, we will be right down,”…. “yeah soon, I promise.”

“Enough now,” she said decisively pushing my head back once she disconnected the call. “I didn’t realize it’s been 2 hours.”

Pulling her panties back up, she added, “Now take a few pictures or they will know we were up to no good.”

For the next half hour or so, we took a lot of pictures. She let me take a few nudes as well, saying those were “to remember me once you get back home.”

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We had just joined Arvind and Sultan and sat down for dinner when her phone rang.

“It’s mom,” she said and excused herself to take the call.

While she was gone, the guys grilled me over the three hour wait. Arvind had no idea how close he was to the truth when he teased me about getting naughty behind closed doors with an almost naked Mallkika.

Sultan was sulking more than anything else.

“Sorry guys, I won’t be able to join you for dinner,” Mallika said when she returned, “there’s some issue at home and mom needs me. You guys have fun, I will see you guys in the morning.”

She hugged us all before leaving.

“Ditching me?” I texted her.

“Not a chance,” she replied back, “I promised to let you eat me to your hearts content tonight and I don’t break promises. Besides, I need your boy in me more than you realize.”

“So see you later?”

“You bet. Don’t you dare fall asleep.”

After dinner, Arvind and Sultan wanted to hang out, but I said, I was exhausted and also needed to check the camera before going to bed so we didn’t have any glitches with the shoot the next day.

The two of them headed off to play cards or whatever, and I went to mine.

Around 11 pm, I heard the door open — of course she had a master key — and she closed and locked it behind her. 11 pm, the digital clock on the bedside table said.

I had left the room lights on and was sitting naked on the couch by the windows at the far end of the room.

Mallika made no suggestion for me to turn off the lights.

She put on a show of stripping down with each step she took towards me, shedding garment after garment and letting it litter the floor.

By the time she reached the couch, she was down to the same bra and panties she had on earlier in the day.

Her nipples were hard and jutting through the sheer fabric. She looked absolutely ravishing and she was all mine tonight.

“Your boy looks happy to see me,” she said with a knowing smile as my cock sprang to attention and my erection started growing as her clothes came off one by one.

“Missed me handsome?” she said kneeling before me and taking my cock in her hand.

“I sure missed you,” she said stroked me a couple times before taking me in her mouth.

Reaching behind her, I unhooked her bra. She stripped it off, setting her gorgeous boobs free. As she sucked me, I caressed her naked breasts and played with her nipples.

Once I was fully hard, she stood up, her pussy level with my face, “he better last longer than he did earlier today. And you better have no plans of sleeping, because I am really needy tonight.

Grabbing her butt, I pulled her to me and started kissing her over her panties.

“Didn’t have dinner?” she asked giggling as her fingers slid into my hair and pulled my face into her.

“I did,” I mumbled, “but I am ready for dessert now.” With that, I started pulling her panties down, kissing her down her belly, then over her shaved pussy mound before taking her in my mouth.

“My God you are beautiful,” I said before licking her all along her slit as I pulled her panties all the way down.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said giggling as she stepped out of her panties.

Grabbing my hands, she made me stand up and led me to the bed.

“Now, I want your big boy in my hungry girl,” she said.

“Not yet your highness,” I said kissing her lips, proud of myself because Mallika means Queen in English, “first, I need my dessert and your hungry girl needs to feed me before she gets fed.”

We kissed passionately, our tongues wrestling angrily with each other.

I was aching to eat her and after a few minutes of breathless, hungry kissing, I went for the paradise between her legs.

As badly as I wanted her, I took my time — I blew over her opening for a while, teasing her till she begged me to stop.

For the next few minutes, I licked her up and down her slit.

Then, spreading her legs as wide as I could, I entered her with my tongue to be met by the familiar deliciousness of her juices. I tongue fucked her while devouring her wetness.

Mallika started moaning along the way, clasping her hand on her mouth to muffle the sound.

“Fuck you are delicious,” I said honestly, “I could eat you all night long.”

“All yours,” she said moaning, “but my hungry girl also needs your boy to feed her after she feeds you.”

“Oh she will be fed alright… and a lot,” I said sliding two fingers inside her. As I stared moving my fingers in and out of her pussy, I switched my attention to her swollen clit.

I sucked, licked and gently bit on it while my fingers moved in and out of her her.

She was gushing and my fingers were soaked with her dripping wetness.

“Oh God…oh God… oh God…” she kept moaning repeatedly as I ate her, her hips thrusting to the rhythm of my fingers as she inched closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Maaaaa….. I’m cumminggggg,” She screamed a muffled scream, a hand clasped over her mouth when she finally came, shaking violently.

I kept eating her, making her orgasm last a few minutes.

She tried to make me stop when it finally passed, but I was far from done eating her.

I continued enjoying her heavenly juices and smoldering hot pussy, eating her harder and faster while continuing to drill her with my fingers. I ate her for close to fifteen minutes making her cum a second time.

This time, her pussy erupted in a violent squirting orgasm, feeding my hungry mouth a fountain of her heavenly nectar.

“I’m sorry,” she moaned after her orgasm passed, “that’s never happened before.”

“You kidding me?” I said taking my mouth off her pussy and licking my lips, “that’s was absolutely the most incredible dessert ever!!!”

“You liked that?” she said not believing.

“Let me prove to you just how much,” I said before attacking her pussy again hungrily.

“Nooooo….. Oh maaaa…..” she moaned, thrusting her hips wildly into my mouth, feeding me her pussy.

I ate her through two more squirting orgasms, each lasting longer than the previous and devoured every drop of her juices.

“Fuck me….please….” she groaned, panting heavily after her third orgasm passed when I showed no signs of relenting the oral assault on her pussy.

“No,” she said as I reached for the condom packet on the bedside table, “fuck that. I told you I hate condoms”

She had been stroking my shaft and guided it to her opening.

“My girl has fed you enough. She wants your boy to feed her now,” she said rubbing it against her soaking wet pussy before guiding the head to her opening.

I entered her pushing inch by inch with each forward thrust, going deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. It took 7-8 thrusts before I was all the way inside her.

“God, you are huge,” she gasped with pleasure, throwing her head back and spreading her legs wide as I filled her with my entire length.

“Fuck Yeah!!!!” she groaned as I started moving in and out of her.

Bending forward, I kissed her. Taking her tongue in my mouth, I started sucking and devouring her saliva, even as her contracting pussy muscles sucked on my shaft as it moved in and out of her.

This was supposed to have been a prank to get Sultan to make a move, and here I was moving in and out of a gorgeous and hungry woman.

“Harder,” she groaned into my mouth after a few minutes, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensations her pussy was feeling.

Before long, I was slamming in and out of her hard and fast. “Ah, ah, ah…” Mallika kept groaning with each thrust.

A part of me was in both her sets of lips — my cock drilling her pussy hard and deep and my tongue wrestling with hers.

Having already cum in her mouth earlier in the day, I was in no hurry to cum and kept pounding in and out of her.

Within a few minutes, I felt her pussy muscles start to contract and grip me harder and I knew she was nearing another orgasm.

Her breathing got ragged and she screamed a muffled scream in my mouth as the first wave of her orgasm approached.

I pulled out of her just as her pussy exploded, shooting fountains of honey all over my cock, my body and the bed.

Almost sensing what I was about to do, Mallika begged, “no, no, no, no…”

… but that soon turned to “aaaaaahhhh yessss,” as I wrapped my mouth around her erupting pussy and drank her juices right from source.

“You really like it don’t you?” she said panting once her orgasm had passed and I resumed fucking her.

“Sweetest honey I have ever tasted,” I said bending down and kissing her, letting her taste her own juices mixed with my saliva.

“No man has ever made me do that before,” she groaned once we broke the kiss, “best fucking orgasms of my life.”

“Lucky me for being the first to have tasted that fountain of sweetness,”

“But my girl is hungry too,” she groaned, “and you promised to feed her.”

“Soon beautiful, soon,” I said, “I can’t hold on forever you know.”

“Liar,” she said pushing me off her and getting on top. Guiding me back into her pussy, she started riding me cowgirl style.

“Fuck, I am going to cum again,” she said after riding me for about ten minutes, “but I am not getting off to feed you till you feed my girl.”

Her body started shaking moments later, and she let out a wild cry of pure sexual bliss as her orgasm hit.

I wanted to cum with her even though I was close to the point of no return myself.

Pursing my lips and closing my eyes, I started thrusting upwards, moments away from my own release.

She probably felt my cock starting to twitch inside her pussy as her orgasm subsided, and started milking my cock with every upward thrust by contracting her pussy muscles.

I exploded, slamming all the way into her as I emptied my load deep inside her.

After I was spent, Mallika bent forward and kissed me. My cum dripped out of her pussy as my cock slipped out.

“WOW!” we gasped together before both of us burst out laughing.

“My girl was beginning to think you were all thunder and no lightning,” she said giggling.

“Really,” I said rolling her on her back and getting on top, “I was just trying to make it last.”

“Liar,” she said, “you were making a hungry girl do all the feeding.”

I smiled, “hey, can’t blame me if she feeds me the tastiest delicacy ever.”

“No but seriously,” she finally said caressing my chest and planting a peck on my lips, “this is by miles the best sex of my life.”

“Awe thanks,” I said kissing her lips back, “but thank your girl, not me. It’s all because of the energy from her honey.”

“Good answer,” she said giggling, “she loved feeding you by the way.”

“Do you mind if my boy thanks her in person?” I asked inserting my limp cock back in her pussy.

“Be my guest,” she said smiling, “though he does feel exhausted.”

We lay there chit chatting for over and hour, kissing and caressing the other’s sweaty bodies, my cock buried in her.

“To be completely honest, I want more,” she said finally, “if you think you can get it up again.”

“I was thinking you might be too tired for more,” I said, “I want to feed your girl a few more times.”

“A FEW more?” she said eyes going wide, “I’d be thankful if you could feed her one more time even.”

“Just once more time may not be enough for me,” I said grinning.

“Stop boasting,” she said reaching rolling me over, going down my body and starting to stroke my member, “let’s see if your boy even wakes up.”

I creamed her pussy two more times back to back before we needed another break. When her 5 am alarm went off, she reluctantly got out of bed.

“Better take a shower and head home if I have to be back by 8 to pose for you guys.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

The shower soon got steamy and not just because of the hot water.

After I creamed her pussy in the shower, she forced me to leave so she could actually clean up.

I was lying naked in bed when she stepped out, dripping wet and started getting ready to leave.

As I watched her, I couldn’t help getting an erection.

“How is a girl to leave when a treat like that is before her?” she said staring at my boner.

She sucked me fully dressed and swallowed my cum.

Before she left, Mallika made me promise we would do this again every night while I was in Chennai.

She said she could take a few nights off (her night shift was due to start that day), if I could repeat last night’s performance.

Of course, I was only too happy to keep my promise through every night for the rest of the week that we were there.

THE END

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