My name is Kiran, and in these sex stories, I am sharing my real sexual experience with you.
I am a tailor. Every day, the girls or aunties who come to me… I get the chance to see their beauty. While looking at their beauty, I had relations with some of them. It became a habit. I was 33 years old then, a little older. One day, when I was busy, a girl came and asked, “Are you Kiran?”
Then I looked at the girl. She was very beautiful. I thought she was a college girl. Then she said, “My name is Jahnavi. My marriage is fixed, so I need some blouses to be stitched.” I said okay. Then the girl said, “Okay, I will come tomorrow to bring the material.” I said okay. She came the next day for measurements. I stitched the blouses, and after the blouse was ready, she asked me to try it on.
In that blouse, my desire wasn’t satisfied; I didn’t get a chance to touch her. She said “thanks” and gave me the wedding card and money. I said okay with a smile. Two days later, she called and said that her aunt had sent two nice designer sarees and asked if I could stitch blouses for them. I said I was busy, but she didn’t listen and came to the shop. She showed them to me and said, “Please, there are many.” Her cheeks had dimples; they were very beautiful. I decided that this was my chance to take her.
Then Jahnavi said, “For these types of sarees, the blouse material is limited, and they need to be stitched very carefully. Please take care of them.” She said that the inner lining was already inside. I said okay. I asked for measurements again. She was standing there with the chunni removed. I said, “It won’t be exact like this; it will be loose.” She asked, “What to do now?” I said, “Do one thing, take off your top.” She said, “Ammo, the top?” I said yes. “Otherwise, if the blouses don’t fit, you will blame me.” She agreed and took off her top. She was wearing a white bra, which was not ordinary. I said, “Anyway, you will have an inner blouse, so measurements won’t be accurate like this. Take off your bra and just stand.” She was very shy and said, “Please.” I said, “Look, Jahnavi, these are not normal types, that’s why I’m asking.” She agreed and took off her bra, keeping her hands on her boobs. I removed her hands and pressed them upwards.
“Abba, your boobs are very beautiful, with a mole. Superb,” I said, smiling. She said thanks. I was taking measurements with the tape, pressing it tightly on her bra. At the end, the edge of the tape pricked her nipple. “Abba!” she screamed. “Ayyo, sorry, Madam, I didn’t see,” I said. “It pricked here,” she said, pointing to her nipple. “Ayyo, does it hurt?” I asked. “Hmm,” she replied. “Come, sit down,” I said and made her sit. I brought oil. “I’m applying it, it’s okay, no need,” she said. “It might get septic again, please let me apply it,” I said. I was applying oil to her nipple and blowing on it. “Abba, it’s burning,” she said. I gathered courage and said, “It’s nothing, just relax,” and started sucking her boobs with my lips. “Madam, it will be cool,” I said, sucking her nipple well. Then I said, “You’re getting married, and there’s hair in your armpits?”. She asked, “Shouldn’t it be there?” I said, “Yes, Madam.”
“Okay, shall I remove it?” I asked. “No, there’s a parlor,” she said. “Those are artificial, Madam, let me do it naturally,” I said. She agreed. I applied oil to her armpit and started shaving. She felt good. “Okay, I’m removing it,” I said and shaved it. I applied a cool liquid; she felt very good. Then I said, “Actually, there shouldn’t be any hair on your legs either. Boys don’t like it, and it will be a problem for you after marriage.”
“Ayyo, really? I have it. What to do now?” she asked. “I’m here, Madam. I’ve worked in Ayurveda, so I know about these things,” I said. “Then will you remove it?” she asked. “Abba, a chance has come,” I thought and said, “Yes, I will.” I locked the shop and came back. She had taken off her pants. “Please remove it,” I said. “It’s embarrassing like this,” she said. “Take care of your life later,” I said. “Hmm, okay,” she said and took off her pants and asked for a towel, which I gave her.
She was covering herself from her boobs downwards. Then I poured a lot of oil on her legs and applied it up to her thighs. She couldn’t bear it anymore. When my hand went near her thighs, she grabbed it and stopped me. “I don’t usually let anyone touch me here,” she said slowly. I was shaving slowly, and she was writhing gently. I took off my shirt and kept her foot on my chest and continued shaving. She was still writhing gently. Then she pressed her big toe on my chest.
I got a little excited then. “Both are done,” I said. “Are there more?” she asked, not speaking. Then I said, “Okay, I’ll apply it to your boobs, they will become soft.” She agreed and took the towel away. I was applying it to her boobs and looking at her, and she was looking at me. I was gently squeezing her boobs and nipples while applying the oil. She was biting her lip and looking at me. We were both looking at each other like that. Then she gently asked, “Are they there? Will you remove them?” I got hot and asked, “Where?” Then she pointed with her hand, “Here.”
I held her panty and pulled it down a bit. I poured oil all over and scratched her pubic hair with my fingernails. She couldn’t bear it anymore. She placed her hand on my chest and pressed hard. “Abba!” she exclaimed. After fully shaving her pubic hair, I started licking her pussy. She held my head and moaned, “Abba, hmmm.” She held my head and pressed it hard against her pussy, pressing it deeply.
Then she asked, “Are you married?” I said no. “Why?” she said. “It feels good like this to me,” and I held her G-spot and squeezed it. She couldn’t bear it anymore. I moved up and gave her a lip lock, while my hand continued to squeeze her pussy below. During the lip lock, I moved down and kissed her neck. She hugged me completely with her hands. Her bangles broke because of that tight hug on my back.
Then I realized she was a virgin. “Jahnavi,” I said, holding her waist and kissing her neck. She was in a tight hug. I removed her hands and started sucking, squeezing, and biting her boobs. Unable to resist, I licked her nipples and then moved up again and kissed her. I put my tongue in her navel and licked it. Unable to bear it, she said, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She spread her legs wide.
I put my penis near her pussy, pulled the labia out from inside, and rubbed my penis on her pussy. Then I poured oil on my penis and slowly inserted it into her pussy. My penis was tight, and her pussy was screaming loudly. Feeling scared, I put a cloth in her mouth and slowly moved back and forth. Then I removed the cloth, and she immediately held my head and kissed me. Then she started moaning slowly.
I was fucking her gently, tap tap tap tap tap tap in her pussy. Jahnavi’s body turned red. “Tapak tapak tapak tapak uhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned. “Did you cum?” I asked. “Humm,” she replied. The juice flowed inside. She was calm, hugging me tightly. My penis was still inside. “Thanks for the pleasure,” I said. Jahnavi replied, “You gave it to me.” “Don’t come for the wedding,” she said.
“Why?” I asked. “If I see you again, I won’t be able to control myself. I feel ashamed that I gave myself to you without my husband knowing,” she said and got ready to leave. She came the next day for the blouses. She took them but didn’t look at me. “But do come for the wedding,” she said then. Give me feedback to applekanna5@gmail.com, friends for hangouts, hope you enjoy the story based on real experience