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As Leah viewed the little whip, her mind began to wander
into thoughts of Ian. She remembered the day they’d met.
That perfectly, sunny day. The kind where there are white,
fluffy clouds drifting to and fro. There was a breeze that
day. Soft, gentle, cool. The sun was hot and exotic. She
had been walking alone in the park as she’d done everyday.
Watching the squirrels run and chase. She had sat upon a
bench under a lilac bush. She sat there to allow the sweet
scent to intoxicate her brain and to glide her thus from
reality. “Surely it is this moment at which mine eyes have
gazed upon true beauty.” The first words he’d spoken to
her. In a voice that would melt stone. It was a calm, cool,
proud voice. Her first glimpse upon him. His black hair
shimmering like the feathers of a raven. His skin slightly
tan. As tan as porcelain can be that is. Honey brown eyes
that warmed Leah’s skin more than the sun could ever hope
to be capable of. Lips so perfectly sculpted that even MichelAngelo
hadn’t the talent for.

She was instantly drawn into him. Not drawn to him. Drawn
into him. From that moment, she knew that whatever this
man asked of her, she would do. Not willingly, not gladly,
but ecstatically.

It was several minutes of looking upon each other. Diving
into each other’s eyes. Before he spoke again. There it
was again. That amazing voice. The one Leah will go to her
grave via it ringing into her ears. He introduced himself.
As did she. He kissed her hand. She blushed. He asked her
to dinner that night. She accepted.

It wasn’t but a month later that he shared with her his true
desire for her. He expressed that he’d grown quite fond
of her and, to tell the truth, was completely bewitched
by her. He ran his fingers through her red curls, slightly
tugging at the roots as he did during love making. Each tug
made her loins burn for she could remember the feel of his
thrusts as he pulled on her hair.

Of course, Leah’s heart was captivated the very moment
his voice pierced her very essence. As she expressed to
him in return to his confessions. She explained that his
voice was carried on the wind whenever they were apart.
She told him that he had the ability to weaken her knees and
drive her to the floor in just a spoken word.

With that, Ian smiled and sat her directly in front of him.
He looked acutely into her eyes. He began to vocalize suggestions
out of his mouth that both excited and terrified Leah to
her very being. Things that she knew a free human would never
agree to. Yet, wasn’t she truly free anyway. He’d already
captured her heart, her mind, her womb. These things belonged
to him already. However, now... now Ian was asking her to
make it definite. To give herself over to him completely.
Of course he did not require an answer that very day. He’d
just wanted to plant the idea into her head and cause the
seed of curiosity to grow.

For several months after that, Ian’s love making became
more intense. His wants and desires during sex were to be
met in every way and in every appetite. If Leah refused (which
was rare), Ian would spank her bare buttocks and demand
it of her. His voice, which always set Leah right, had become
more firm. His touch and his grip more profound. All the
while, he would ask her if she would give herself to him.
That he wanted nothing more than her complete submission
to him.

Leah fought with this. She’s been raised to believe women
are to stand up for themselves. That no woman is to be treated
disrespectfully. What Ian was asking of her... and what
she herself longed for... went against everything she’d
ever known. Though, he’d never really been disrespectful
to her. He’d always shown the upmost respect for her and
continually included her opinions in his decisions about
the household. And... What did he really mean by complete
submission anyway. She had already begun to wear the clothes
that he told her to wear. Ones that made her spread thighs
easily accessible to him. Skirts with no panties worn underneath.
Bras with clasps in the front. No matter where they were,
Ian’s hand was on her upper-thigh, middle finger sliding
in and out of her keeping her constantly moist. She agreed
to him buying only the foods that he liked and her cook it
for him. They’d moved in together almost the very week they’d
met. He watched over her as she bathed. Told her how to wear
her hair and make-up. All of these things, and more, she’d
do especially for him because she knew he liked it. What
else was it that he was wanting from her.

Finally, just a few weeks ago, Ian had sat Leah down, again,
and explained just what it was he expected of her. However,
this time, Leah’s heart jumped around with glee. All the
while extremely terrified. Except for the few smacks on
her flanks from her lover, she’d never felt the lash of a
whip. He was telling her that if she gets out of line, he will
be forced to whip her. Telling him no, not listening to him,
being late, disrespecting his friends... all were cause
for the lashings. He would keep a toll of them and at the end
of the day, she would be punished for each and everyone.
That when she decided she was ready, she was to begin training
to be his slave, pure and simple. That every move she made
from then on, was for him. Her hands, her mouth, her eyes,
her loins, all of her would be his to do with what he wished.
That from that moment on, she would no longer have a say about
her own body.

Leah, for the past few weeks thought long and hard about
what it was she was handing over to Ian. Of course she would
do it. Really, hadn’t she already done all this anyway?
Last week Ian asked to spank her, just to show her what she
was in for. Without hesitation, she was on her knees, bent
over a stool, his bare hand smacking hard against her white
cheeks. Each swat harder than the last. All stinging. At
one point, Leah cried out, yet that seemed to cause Ian to
inflict even crueler. He commented several times on how
red her ass had gotten. When he’d finished spanking her,
he’d taken her from behind and in an orifice where he’d rarely
penetrated himself into. Which, of course, made Leah cry
out more. After, Ian laid her on the bed and made love to her
the rest of the night explaining how much he loved her. How
his love would only increase with her being his fully and
completely.

Now, she stood in front of a glass case which held the instrument
that will inflict the final step of submission to Ian. He
was not with her. She was on her work lunch break. Ian had
gotten her a job in an advertising firm. He trusted her to
work. Although, even to work, she wore exactly what he told
her to. She never knew when he’d show up to her office and
demand that she caress him or open herself to him. She had
happened upon this store weeks ago. Before Ian had made
his final confessions of what he’d desired from her. She’d
seen the little whip several times. Imagined it’s bite.
Today was the day she chose whether to buy the little whip
or not. She knew that buying this for Ian would turn him from
lover to Master the second it was placed into his hands.
Leah would never be allowed to call Ian by his name again.
He would demand another, more appropriate title, to be
spoken from her lips. If he allowed her to speak at all that
is. Presenting this to Ian would surly take Leah over that
edge of which there is no climbing back out of. So she stood
pondering.

Was she ready?

It would please Ian beyond imagination for Leah to give
herself to him. The constant smile in his eyes. The constant
rise of his cock whenever she was bent over or chained and
receiving it’s cut. The way he would make love to her after
and tell her how much he loved her. The ringing of his voice
repeating “Mine!” in her ears. The pounding of her heart
and the moisture between her legs gave her the answer without
delay.

She was ready.

Leah bought the little whip. She called into work and let
them know she would not return that day. She went home directly
and begun to prepare the house, and herself for the dedication
and vow she would make that evening when Ian got home. She
bathed and perfumed just the way Ian liked her. Left her
hair down. Ian loved her hair down. He would yank on it while
he bent her over and entered her from behind. His hands were
constantly playing in her hair as he was on top of her. Pulling
it in unison of each of his thrusts. Leah found a black lace
choker ornamented with a single pearl which hung in the
center and put it round her neck. The pearl sat right in the
cleft of her neck and shoulder bones. Yes, that looked close
to a collar and the pearl it’s tag. She found matching bracelets.
They gave the illusion of cuffs. She put on some black, lacy
shoes with heavy heals. The shoes forced her buttocks to
accentuate and her body to show itself in an alluring way.
Leah stood and went to the closet to find something suitable
to wear when she caught her reflection in her large three
way mirror. How vulnerable she appeared. Naked, open,
free. No, no clothes. She would present herself naked to
her lover. All that was left was for her to wait for Ian’s
key to turn in the door and for him to enter.

Not more than an hour had gone by and, just as she’s expected,
the key turned and his robust figure entered into the house
dressed in his normal work clothes. A silk Itallian suit,
tailored especially for him. He wore suits all of the time.
One would think he did so because his job required it or because
he looked good in them. However, Leah knew he wore them because
they made him look more domineering and masterful. Ian
called out for her. She answered to let him know where she
was. He walked through the foyer which lead to the living
room, rounded the corner and entered through it’s arched
doorway removing his tie and unbuttoning the top button
of his shirt. The site he saw stopped his hand from unbinding
anymore buttons. There before him, in the center of the
lush room, a naked and exposed Leah. Sitting up on her knees
with a little whip laying in her open palms which were raised
in a giving position. She was wearing but a lace choker graced
with a single pearl, bracelets to match, the shoes he’d
bought her a while back, and an expression that spoke volumes.
The nipples of her breasts were emphasized with rouge,
as was it’s cleft. Her thighs were also accentuated and
Ian could smell the perfume with a hint of earthy musk. A
smell he knew all too well. When Ian’s eyes finally met hers,
Leah gazed at him and spoke.

“I present myself unto you, my Lord, to do with as you wish.
My hands, my mouth, my loins, my body, and my heart, they
all are now yours.” She lifted the little whip a bit higher.
“Please accept this gift as a symbol of my vow which I have
spoken unto you.. May you use it as you see fit.”

Leah shivered with terror as to what would come next. Ian
saw this and recognized it. The fear in her eyes. It both
stimulated him and angered him. “Sit still!” He took a step
towards her and watched as she held back the flinch. “Sit
still, I said”. He leaned down and reached out his long arm.
With his large hand, he cupped one of her breasts. With the
other, held the nape of her neck, forcing her head back.
He leaned further and with his lips barely touching hers.
She could feel his hot breath. His hand went from her breast,
down her tummy, and plunged a finger deep into her. She let
out a moan which was captured into his lips. “You declare
yourself completely unto me?”

Gasping, Leah whispered “Yes, Sir!”

Ian removed his hand from her, licked his finger, and took
the whip from Leah’s out stretched palms. “Put your hands
to your sides.”

Leah did as was commanded of her.

Ian undid his suit pants and let them drop to his knees revealing
his fully erect penis. He, himself never ware anything
under his pants. For the same reason he’d told Leah not to
wear panties. “Open your mouth!” His voice was heavy and
breathless.

Again, Leah did what was commanded of her.

Ian slipped his thick, heavy cock into her mouth. He held
fast to the back of Leah’s neck to keep her head back and mouth
open. His other hand took a tight grip of the hair on the top
of her head to keep it still. Leah felt the handle of the whip
pressed to her scalp. At first he dipped slowly. Letting
her mouth become very wet around him. Then he commenced
to thrust into it, hitting the back of her throat, gagging
her on occasion. He let out a loud grunt and removed himself
from Leah’s mouth only to release himself all over her lips,
neck, breast and stomach. He let his seed flow onto her like
rain. Some landed on her thighs. Her arms. Her hands.

Ian let go of Leah’s hair and neck only to clasp her shoulders.
In his gasps he repeated the words, “Mine... You are mine”.

Leah repeated, “I am yours, Sir”.

Ian stood up straight, pulled his pants up and fastened
them. He looked at Leah, who’s eyes were full of love, lust,
fear, terror, adornment, and wonder. He glanced upon the
silk, white semen he’d just spilt all over his new possession.
He spoke with pride. “I have just marked you as mine. As a
beast marks his territory in the woods.. From this point
on, all you say or do will be allowed only by me.” He continued
to explain just what it was, in full, that which he expected
from now on. She was right in her assumption earlier, she
would never be allowed to address him by his name. She would
either call him Lord or Master. In public she would address
his as “Sir”. As a matter of fact, Leah would no longer be
permitted to speak unless lured by Ian’s allowance of it.
Even then, it must only be “Yes Sire, or No Sire”. Everything
must be followed with “Lord”, “Master”, or “Sir”. He walked
around her and pushed her over. Brought her arms in front
of her and made her bend over to where her cheek rested on
the floor. Leah’s round buttocks were thus higher than
her head. Ian forced Leah’s legs slightly apart exposing
both of her underside orifices, making her even more uncomfortable.
Leah felt his hands gliding all over her backside. Nails
digging into her skin. He spoke on her body more as a pleasure
toy than a human skin. Sized Leah up like a horse getting
ready for racing. A finger slid into her pussy. She gasped.
Ian laughed. His fingers moved to her ass and slipped into
it. Leah then moaned. Again, Ian laughed. Then she felt
the whip upon her. He was tickling it over her skin. It’s
roughness both tickled and chafed. “This whip represents
my love for you, Leah. It will both tickle you and chafe you.
I will use this whip upon your flanks and ass often to help
you not forget my love for you and your vow to me.” He slid
the whip all over her body. Over the back. Around her sides.
Onto her breasts which hung exposed and whose tips grazed
the rough carpeted floor which irritated them and caused
them to harden. The whip returned to her back and to her backside.
It snuck it’s way to her inner thighs and up the pat of her
buttocks. Ian departed the whip from her body. Minutes,
which seemed like days, went by. Leah felt Ian’s eyes on
her. Felt as they penetrated to her essence. Then came the
whistle Leah had feared since the day she’d laid eyes on
the little whip. The very sound that heralded utter agony.
The calling that demanded her total devotion in order to
endure. Suddenly there it was. The pain. The condemnation
of that blessed and holy instrument. The sanctified object
that held Leah’s vows and now administered her Master’s
love.

Leah let out a scream that would deafen the world. She broke
her nails as she clawed into the carpet beneath her. Never,
in all her life, in all her imagining, in all her expectations,
did she think it would feel like this. The anguish resounded
through her body and shivered her bones. It wasn’t but a
minute until the second whistle announced. Leah tried
bracing herself, yet could not. Again Leah howled and wailed.
She lay clutching the carpet best she could. This... this
implement of her vows and Ian’s love. This is what she herself
had chosen. Handed it to her Sir willingly. Gave into his
hands the right to do what he was now doing. She despised
the retched thing at this moment. Hated it. Loathed it’s
bite. And held more respect for it than ever. She felt the
welts beginning to grow. She wondered what color they were
turning. She wondered how long she would feel this sting.
A tinge of pride went through Leah’s mind and soul right
about then. She knew that she would be feeling this for weeks.
Pain that will serve as a constant reminder of this night’s
vow to her Lord. Her pride bubbled and blossomed. She spoke.
The only words repeating in her very substance. “I am yours,
my Lord”.

Leah felt Ian’s hands upon her burning ass. His hands both
annoyed and soothed the affliction. He knelt with one knee
on either side of her backside. His pants were lowered making
his knees bare. He leaned over her sliding his hands up her
back, along her arms, and down to her hands at which point
he intertwined his fingers with hers. The whip was still
in his right hand and it’s handle was between his palm and
the back of Leah’s hand. He had opened his shirt completely
which granted his bare skin to press against Leah’s. He
kissed the back of her neck and confided loving words through
a voice, which to Leah, was now the voice of God. Except to
ease his again hardened cock into her pussy, he barely moved
so that his skin would not depart from her’s. Her buttocks
burned at each slight thrust. She moaned from both pleasure
and agony.

iving alone at Bungalow in Faisalabad. I came to the Railway Station about half an hour before the departure of the Train. The time was about 7pm and since I always travel in 1st class .I never had to worry about any reservation and for all practical purposes I preferred travelling in the 1st class coupe. I had got into my cabin and settled down near the window and reading the Newspaper. Just then I heard a commotion outside the platform. Out of curiosity I glanced and found that there were about thirty to forty youngsters crowded outside and all of them speaking at the same time. I called the one who was closest to me and asked, what could be the matter.

I came to understand that these are students from a local Christian High School and were on an excursion to Karachi via Lahore and were travelling by the same Rail Car. Further I found that the Students were allotted in three different 2nd class Sleeper couches and their berths were confirmed. There seems to be some confusion and the ticket collector was desperately trying to pacify them and some lady teachers were arguing Etc.

Suddenly I noticed a familiar face among the teachers and found that she was my childhood friend whom I had known when I was studying my intermediate at Lahore but that was 8-years ago when I got away from Lahore for my MBA and subsequently my Job. I took a closer look and confirmed that she sure was my childhood friend Fauzia. Actually Fauzia's father was a close friend of my dad and we were family friends. Sure she's the one I knew as a child and whom I longed after and lusted after in my younger years.

I recollected how I used to pester and worry her for a Kiss when we were together alone during her visit to our house. But that was limited to only light kissing and fondling, nothing beyond that. She slowly became very close to me and we used to play even Daddy and Mommy game during those days. I remember one evening when we were at the terrace, I had wooed and led Fauzia to the corner and began kissing her on her mouth and feeling her buttocks boldly when her mother came to the terrace and saw us.

Her mother stared at us as we parted away but I knew that her mother nurtured the idea of me marrying Fauzia. I did notice with keenness that Fauzia was now a full women and looked glamorously beautiful. She was very desirable in her blue dress.

She stood at a side and her eyes looking confused and turned her head towards the compartment and she abruptly glanced at me. She stared at me as I smiled and waved my hands, immediately her eyes brightened and she boldly came close to my window and said 'Hi how do you do, heard you were posted here but we were not able to trace your telephone number, actually we have a problem two of my colleagues and me could not get reservation and we are requesting the ticket collector. Where are you heading to can I come and sit there with you?" She asked in a desperate move.
"Well yes please be my guest" I said instantly. She told a student something and straight got into the compartment and entered my cabin with a briefcase and a vanity bag. "Well thanks you didn't hesitate a moment, thanks" She said and placed her briefcase on the top berth and sat on the lower berth with the Vanity bag placed on the side table just an arms length away from me. "I've told them not to look for me as I'm accommodated" She told pulling out her mirror from her bag and looking at her face. Just than the Guard blew the whistle and the train started.

"So you thought that I did not reply to your letters, but how dear sir all my letters were intercepted because I almost fell in a scandal after your departure from Lahore, You remember Asad from our high school, he was after me and wrote many love letters to me and my dad made it a point to tear away any letter that came with my name written" She blurted out and almost had tears in her eyes. "Ok baba don't worry at least now after 8-years I'm able to see you, I thought that I had lost you and look my God how pretty and lovely a full women and a Lady that I see".

No sooner the train had started the ticket collector came into my berth and asked if he could arrange some dinner which would be served around 9pm. I politely denied and said would rather have a pot of tea at the next station. He noted down my request and bade us a thanks and left my cabin. Meanwhile my friend Fauzia was trying to sort out her ticket when I said "Well you don't need to worry about any tickets. I always book my reservation for two so that I can get a coupe allotted. She smiled at me and said "That means the ticket collector thought that I'm your wife?" I got sat up properly and started removing my shoes. I picked up the water bottle which had cold water and swung a couple of swigs from it and offered it to her. She took the bottle without a sound and had some water to drink. "Well you are  very well organised".

We sat there as the train picked up speed and we discussed our family matters. She told that she and her husband were transferred from the Lahore Christian High School to Faisalabad School only last month and that they were living near the main bazar in some flats. I took out my note pad and jotted down their address and the telephone number. "So at least now I have some one at Faisalabad" I spoke aloud. Fauzia asked about my family and I told her my parants are still in Lahore and they are planing to shift usa in near future.
I spoke in a gentle tone "Fauzia you look lovelier than I had expected" She glanced at me and laughed an easy one and said "Well dear Sir I heard from family friends that you are planing to mary a very handsom lady living in Canada. I eased myself into a leaning position and brought my face closer to hers and inhaled her aroma and whispered "You are too lovely and one can't resist such a lovely lady".

I lightly tipped a Kiss on her ears as she quivered and said nothing but closed her eyes. I took her gesture for granted and planted a kiss on her red lipstick on her lips. She immediately parted her lips and I gently eased my tongue into her mouth and smooched her again sucking at her juices from her mouth. She almost lost her breadth and pulled her lips away. "That was a good one" she exclaimed. I held her by her waist and pulled her up to a standing position. I felt her buttocks and drew her into my groin and she up held her face for me to kiss. I felt all her curves and tenderly traced her face and planted many kisses on her face and rested my face on her breasts.

Fauzia pulled my face deep into her bosom and I could not but blurt out "Its been a long time since I held a Women and made love to one, Fauzia you have appeared like an Angel to bewitch me and haunt me I'm so happy" She eased herself off and said "Why dear Sir why are you in a hurry, we have all the night to carry on and next big station would come only at six in the morning" I too eased away and sat down on the berth. I pulled Fauzia on me and made her sit on my lap.

I held her firmly and felt her counters over her cloths and kissing her ears whispered "I had always sought you in a very secret way just see how hard one can get to be" I placed her hand over my hardness and Fauzia let her hand remain over my groin area and blurted "Yes we'll sure have a great relation and I'll have a place in your heart. My family too admire and give respect to your family, well this is a sort of union of the admirers" She went on to praise my position in the society and promised to maintain and have a decent relation with my family. She clutched my head and kissed me on my lips.

"See how fate can play any game. Did you ever imagine of this encounter?"

She quipped. She reminded me of those childhood frenzy sessions we used to have on the terrace back at Lahore during those good olden days. She smiled and told in my ears "Do you recollect that day when we were snuggled in a hug and my mother saw us?" She continued "Anyway you almost had my cherry and some how I resisted, Well that was long time ago and now you are married,there is nothing to stop us from being what you intended for me?" I came closer to her and took her in my arms and kissed her hugging her to me. I specifically laughed at my antiques of my childhood. "Well its written in our fate that we'll come together and see that too this way in Rail Car? But did you imagine that this is a Dream come true for us and that finally we have come to meet and mate because of my fate?.

I noticed that the time was almost 8 O'clock and sound of the running train and the movement made us sleepy and Fauzia laid on my thighs and snoozed off into a sleep. I was reading a magazine and was looking at Fauzia now and then. The train stopped and I knew that our teapot would be served here, I slowly woke up Fauzia by shaking her slightly. She got up and made up her dress and unlatched the cabin door. The Cafeteria man knocked at the door and brought in the tea. The hot cup of tea was reassuring and we both felt bright and it was Fauzia who picked up the conversation all over again.

By about 9pm I started feeling hungry and suggested Fauzia we share our dinner. I fetched the container whish had some dinner. We savored our dinner enjoying its taste and we cleaned all the droppings and we were ready for the Show rather we were ready for our games. I latched the cabin door and pulled down the metallic shutters at the window and told Fauzia that I would rather change into a easy dress. Fauzia looked at me and smiled "Well I'll also change into some nightie". I quickly changed and wanted to feast on Fauzia changing into her nightie. She opened her briefcase and pulled out a pink Nylon Nightie. She put off the light and with only the blue nightlight on she changed slowly. First she let the Shalwar(Pants) off and stood with only her petticoat and bra on. I got up and helped her get rid of her shirt. Her breasts were a treat in the blue light and I could not resist from holding them and squeezing them. She shirked when I clasped her nipples in my teeth and started sucked them.

My hands were around her waists and I tried to find the petticoat fastening string. Fauzia realized my plight and she brought my fingers to the knot at her string. I slowly undid the knot and let her petticoat fall on the floor like a curtain and I stared at her Nudity. She stood Glittering there waiting to be....

My god Fauzia looked like a Sex Doll with her bare breasts showing their prime and she stood in front of me with only her dark red panty. I stopped and fell to the floor and knelt at her feet, I kept my hands around her buttocks and pulled her gently towards my face. I kissed her pussy over her panty and I licked her mound over it. The cloth felt crazy with the smell of her cunt musk. I slipped my hand into her Panty and felt her cunt. I pulled down her only clothing of her panty and there my Dream Girl Fauzia stood in front all naked except her necklace and her gold ornaments. I sat on the floor with my legs folded and asked to put her legs over my shoulders and to sit with her pussy forced into my mouth.

She giggled at my antiques and volunteered to do just as I said. Fauzia was now seated with her legs over my either shoulders and her cunt was just pressed against my mouth. I held her in such a way that her buttocks were supported my palms and I asked Her to Grind her Cunt into my face. I cleared her vagina's lips and sneaked my tongue in her pussy. Fauzia caught me by my hair and shook my head forward and backward, which aided the very act of tongue fucking her vagina and her cunt. I slowly lifted myself and Fauzia was giggling away like a crazy thing.

I slowly laid her on the berth and crawled next to her. "My god Fauzia you have a very pungent and a musk laden aroma it makes me crazy" She lay there and without a word being said spread her legs apart and I had no other ambition but to lay siege to her Womanhood. I gently got in between her thighs and placing my hands under her buttocks, raised her torso and brought my face into her palate and Feasted on her pouted Bun of her Pussy. I crept my tongue into her moist vagina and licked her inner walls of her cunt. I tended her Labia lips and chewed her cunt lips. She just laid there cool and stroked my head. She was great and she cooperated and made way for me Sex-Extravagances. I tickled her clit and scratched it with my rough tongue. She moaned saying "Yes,YEEEESSSSS lick it up and take me with you oh gosh its heavenly yes just do it". Her clit started swelling and got inflated itself into a Rosebud. I started grinding my teeth by moving my jaw to the right and to the left, finally I clasped her bud in my teeth and started sucking her clit. She clasped my head and pushed more into her snatch.

By now I had separated her buttock cheeks and peeled at her bouts. I still had her mound in a raised and slowly maneuvered my right forefinger and started rimming her asshole. She jerked and heaved her hips squealing and grunting like an animal, She arched and glued her cunt into my mouth and I took this opportunity and stuck my entire forefinger up her asshole. I slowly pulled my finger and stuffed it into my mouth and inserted again.

I pulled my finger out of her asshole and brought it to trace her vagina walls and I shoved it right into her pussy and turned my finger and made an arc in her inner vagina feeling her pussy from within. I scooped her cunt juice and smeared it on her asshole and I pricked her asshole again and pushed her cunt juice into her asshole. I flinched some slime from her asshole and again rubbed the mixed slime allover her vagina and Clit.

I fastened my face on her groin and licked her entire Vagina and her asshole again and again. My face was smeared with the mixed juice of her pussy and the slime of her anus. Fauzia pulled my face near to her and sniffed at my face. The smell of her Muck was a rich aroma engulfing the entire Cabin. She started to kiss me and licked my face and sucked her own cunt and ass juices off from my face and mouth. My cock had automatically found its way and it was just positioned for a rich haul. I slowly pushed my waist forward and my cock slipped half way into her cunt into a deeper penetration.

She exclaimed and howled as my prick jerked to its hilt and rested at her g-spot. Her vagina muscles engulfed and squeezed at my hard on. I just let her have a feel of my cock as I stiffened and rested on her kissing her face with my cock deeply embedded in her cunt. I held her nipples and I started my fucking movements and rammed her cunt.

Our fucking sounds thudded as I synchronous my thudding with rhythmic 'Gadag-gadag' sound of the train. Fauzia just looked mesmerized into my eyes as I continued to fuck her. I smiled at her sweet face and kissed her deeply at her red lips and pulled her tongue into my mouth while sucking the very saliva into my mouth. I swooped more of her mouth juices and requested her to part with her spit.

She scooped enough spit from her throat and spit hot thick spit into my mouth. I sucked and gulped her spit and knew that I was at the Gateway to Heaven. I hastened my motion as I was nearing my climax and clinched my teeth to her cheeks and banged her pussy. I made rotational movements and I was grinding my Groin against her softness and finally sprouted my warm spunk into he womb and lay spent on her nakedness with my nakedness. I kissed her a thousand and thanked her as it was one of the best fucks I've ever had and promised to myself that I'll sure present her grand Gift whether in Cash or Kind, I just wouldn't dare such selfish deed of robbing her of her charms for nothing.

We detached and slept together, I whispered my secret plans into her ears and she promised to keep company in my suit at Hyderabad and we also decided to travel back to Faisalabad towards the weekend. Well that was a great reunion after-all....

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ayers of silk. She had decided on no panties, they would be more obvious than nothing at all; Giselle religiously had regular bikini waxes, so no dark pubic hair shadows. She wore her wavy black hair up; it looked more sophisticated that way. She complemented her ensemble with diamond earrings and tennis bracelets and bright red lipstick. With her busy career as a buyer for a major department store, and one divorce under her belt at the age of 28, Giselle had no time or patience for dating. Marriage had taught her that she tired easily of monogamous long term relationships. During her first year of marriage, she had two affairs, one with a man and another with a married woman. On her way out the door, she grabbed her red satin evening bag, filled with her make up and condoms. Giselle arrived at the address that had been E-mailed to her. She had joined and internet swinging club and this was her first try. She was relived that the house was in what seemed an exclusive neighborhood. She parked her rented car, and walked up to the house, rang the door bell and after what seemed like an eternity, a well dressed older gentleman answered the door and led her in. She followed him in to the large room, there were about 40-50 people drinking and socializing and did not seem to notice her entrance. The lighting was fairly dim, the music soft. She immediately went up to the bar and asked for a glass of white wine. The bartender smiled and accommodated her immediately. While she sat there enjoying her wine, the woman next to her handed her a small glass tray and a straw. Giselle snorted the two remaining lines on the tray and thanked the woman. Giselle began to feel no pain with the wine and the coke she had ingested. As she sat at the bar, with her long legs crossed her short skirt left her with very little discretion. She had captured the attention of a man across the room as she sat down and crossed her legs. He walked up to her, took her hand in his hands and kissed her manicured fingers. Giselle was impressed with how handsome he was, a little older than she liked them, but very distinguished with a little grey at the temples. He ordered a drink, stood at the bar talking to Giselle. She noticed he had piercing blue eyes, and possessed a sexy voice. She guessed him at about 45, but she could tell by the way his tux fit him; he had not skipped many trips to the gym. He began to rub his hand slowly up and down her milky white thigh. He suggested they go out to the terrace for some air, Giselle second the motion, grabbed her purse and he led her by the hand to a secluded candle lit area outside the party. He wasted no time in sweeping her up in his arms and kissing her. She reciprocated and sucked on his long warm tongue. Giselle could feel his dick stiffen as they kissed and he caressed her ass. She pulled away from him slightly and pulled the straps of her dress down revealing her large round breasts and nipples now erect from the night air. He wasted no time in caressing and sucking them. He began to kiss her again and nibble on her left ear, driving her absolutely crazy. “I want to suck and fuck you until you come” he groaned in her ear as he lowered her to a long wooden bench in the garden. As he pushed her legs apart the bottom of her dress rode up to reveal her smooth pussy. His nose slowly went up and down her slit, and finally she could feel his delicious hot wet tongue rubbing her clit. Within a few minutes Giselle was coming hard and moaning aloud. Her escort stood up and unzipped his fly freeing his thick erect cock. Giselle grabbed her purse and removed a condom from her large supply. She quickly applied it to his stiff member. He mounted her immediately; fucking her with quick hard strokes. Giselle rubbed her clit bringing her to a second climax, squeezing his cock as he rammed her cunt until he came. When they were through, she went back to the party for more……………….