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Posted by Radja Nainggolan on March 9th, 2019

At that moment I went back in time to realize how pathetic I have been to this lovely woman. Payal was my secret 'wife' in the sense that we were in a relationship which I promised to marry her but actually only used her body. She trusted my promises and gave me her body thinking I would marry her sooner or later. I had taken her cherry, luckily always used to pull out – our first, time it was within few pumps into her! She had bled and I knew I was her first!

Living in an Indian society, she had taken a huge risk. I was ok, being a man, I fucked her good whenever I wanted – we lived next to each other, being family friends for generations, our friendship was totally acceptable. I never showed in public that we were anything more, but once alone at her place or mine anytime no one else was around (which was often as both our parents worked and we were the only children in our homes). Payal was the homely girl, probably what made me want other girls who were more modern. She would prepare food for me, do special things, she was almost a dedicated wife and I made full use of her attitude – of course never gave her anything back. She loved me so much and even in bed was always happy, she never complained my lack of prowess, and even when she was in per periods would suck me till I would shoot my cum all over her face!

Payal always though of her as the inferior one and thought I was too good for her. Something I did not lose any opportunity to use against her. When my other friends (including girls) would visit, I would make her made tea for all of us and ask her to prepare things – which she would do like an obedient wife! My friends always thought she was after me because that is what I had told them. After all I was a handsome guy, had family wealth and had a bright future in front of me taking over my family business. What they did not realize was how well off Payal's family themselves were, and in fact had helped my father financially many times.

Anyway, I would get this thrill by humiliating Payal in front of my friends by asking her to do stuff our servants would, things like ask her to clear the table – which was all coming back now and I was feeling that I thoroughly deserved this.

Payal had tears in her eyes, when I told her that I cannot marry her because my family hated her (I was lying but she believed me) – I said I can leave everything for her, but she refused. I knew her heart and played with it, I knew she was the perfect Indian girl, totally submissive, sacrificing. I knew she would want me to be happy and my parents to be happy. Unfortunately for me, I had taken her love and dedication towards me as something that I deserved; I felt I was the best thing that could happen to a woman, how wrong I was.

I did this for Ria, the Sales Manager in my company. She was a total knockout. Had studied abroad, was a dumbo but when I interviewed her, I knew she was the one. She could have been a model, five nine (same as me), mouth watering 36 C breasts that stretched her white blouse to the limit, legs that never ended, and with a waist that was non existent, she had all the guys around her panting like dogs! Despite having no idea of sales or business, I hired her, gave the extra perks and a cubicle next to my office. Everyone knew about it and being my pet, no one dared to be rude to her even when she openly made a fool of herself in board meetings! I knew that I had to have her before she became a joke. Anyway as if she was waiting for it, I asked her out and on our first date she took me to her apartment and allowed me to fuck her. She moaned and groaned for the 2 minutes I managed with her and said I was the best fuck – though only her second guy after her boyfriend that took her cherry when she was 18! I did not find it strange that she said she was pregnant and wanted to marry me that week – in fact I thought I had nailed her!

So then I carried out my plan with Payal and bingo, she was there to be used again, I even faked tears and asked for one last good bye fuck, I still remember how erotic it was fucking her while she was still crying.

However, being an over possessive guy, I could not see her with another man. I was thinking of how to take care of this when, we had this consortium partner from the US came visiting. James. When I saw him I knew he was the one, I found out that he was still single, when I saw him I knew why! He seemed a no nonsense guy though, knew what business was all about, was well mannered and dressed well – only physically it was still not possible for that to help him look any good!

I started talking to him and soon maneuvered our chats towards how innocent and loyal Indian girls were, I told him to try meeting some while he was here (for about two months or so). He just smiled and said girls even in the US dated him how on earth would any Indian girls would, though, he added he always found indian aunty porn girls very attractive and would have loved to date one!

Leah understood, untied, and took off her bikini bottom. Clean shaven! Seems that all Asian women are hairy thing is a myth they enforce in porn. I think she knew I was thinking that because she chuckled. Then I pulled her to be, kissing her stomach, then laid her down, opened her legs and returned the oral. Her pussy tasted damn good and I licked her up and down, thrusting my tongue into her wet hole. She moaned loud with her back arching, cupping her own tits. I focused my attention on her tiny little clit and rolled it with my tongue, making her moan even louder. Her hips started bucking after a time and I could feel her tensing up. I came up to suck on her nipple, looking in her eyes, my hand rubbing her clit fast, her moans non-stop. "I'm gonna cum!" she said. I only rubbed faster and with a loud scream she released, cumming hard. I wondered if anyone heard then decided I didn't care.

I kissed her mouth again then got on top of her. "Fuck me," she moaned. I pushed inside her well lubed pussy, groaning at how tight she was. "Fuck you're big!" she cried her eyes closed as I filled her up. I kissed her again, then I started thrusting deep. Her pained expression turned to pure lust as she got used to it. "Jackie wasn't lying," she whispered in a pant.

"Jackie wasn't this good," I told her, then started thrusting faster. She groaned and moaned as I pushed in as far as I could go, then pulling almost completely out before plunging back in again. Leah was moaning so loud I was worried she'd draw the neighbors attention. Mrs. Smith next door was an old cunt who called the cops if dogs shit on her lawn. This would probably give her a heart attack. But then I hated that bitch, so I didn't care.

Eventually I pulled out and rolled Leah onto her side, got behind her, then plunged back in, spoon fucking her hot little asian lesbians pussy hard. She threw her hair back over her shoulder and I had to blow it out of my face so it didn't tickle my nose. Sneezing is not hot! I groped one of her perky tits and fucked her hard, harder than I'd ever fucked her sister. Or any other girl for that matter. Leah turned her head and moaned in my face so I kissed her hard, our tongues dancing again, then she broke the kiss and started rubbing herself. I knew she was going to cum again and rammed her hard to help her get there. Eventually she screamed and came again. Leah wasn't a squirter, so that one part of my fantasy was destined to not happen but hey, one can't nitpick! Leah moaned and writhed for a moment as pleasure overtook her, then she laid me back, sat down with her back to me, bent herself forward and started riding me. I smacked her ass hard as she went up and down making her moan more.

She threw her head back and just kept the moans coming. Mine were coming too, as my cock was getting there I could tell. I gripped her ass hard as she rode me, then I wanted to see her tits bounce. "Turn around baby," I managed to pant out. She obliged, getting up and facing me and resuming her riding, going harder this time slamming herself down on me. I reached up and squeezed her tits firmly which had her moaning "yes" over and over. I could feel it coming. "Leah I'm gonna cum soon!"

"Not yet! Doggy!" she cried and got off me, bending herself over on the chair. I got up and plunged in, fucking her hard, pulling her silky hair again. "Oh fuck oh fuck," Leah kept moaning. I could just see her tits swaying underneath her as I drilled her and that made me go faster. I was full up, hadn't masturbated or fucked in some time and knew she'd get a load full. I fucked her as long as I could then heard her cry out "fuck again!" she was cumming again! I fucked her all through this orgasm, then I knew it was time and pulled out. Without asking I turned her around and pushed her down on her knees. She stuck out her tongue as I erupted hard, cumming in her open mouth, hitting her face, some going low to land on her perky hot tits. She just kept taking it and eventually I spurt my last and sat down, drained.

My name is John Hartman and I am a 45 year old man and was recently widowed after a happy twenty year marriage. My wife died after a severe automobile accident last year. It had been fourteen months since her untimely death and I was lonesome. My ex-wife was an amazing creature of oozing sex. She could fuck and suck me to orgasm many times in the course of an evening. She was also a BBW - bbwtube.porn. Most people would call her fat. Amanda was tall as well, wide shoulders, large breasts, big bubble butt and shapely legs. Her hands and feet were small and delicate.

I missed her. I was lonely and yes I was horny as well. I got on my computer and decided to find a club for adult singles club in town. Tucson is about half a million souls so I figured there would be some. The club I found was "Girls Secret" it sounded appealing from the advertisement. The club was billed as a discrete meeting place contacting other single adults. The club features included mingling, dinner, cuddling and dancing. I thought this sounded just perfect for me.

I decided to shower and get cleaned up. I shaved my body smooth from my neck to my toes. I have done that for years. Amanda loved me hairless for oral sex. I always make sure my 8 inch penis and thick ball sack are shaved. Since Amanda has passed away I have neglected my body shaving. Sometimes I have been shaving only once a week or so. I wanted to be smooth for my trip to the club. I even shaved my bushy rectum. Amanda always wanted my anus clean shaven for my G-string cock pouches I wore for her enjoyment. I got out of the shower and looked at my nude body as I dried off. Not bad for an old guy. My cock was stirring and I had a semi erection. I had grown to about 6 inches and my cock was filling with blood. I was between flaccid and erect. I was anticipating meeting a woman tonight. I went back to drying off my body. My heavy muscled legs would like nice in shorts. I am a six feet tall and am 220 pounds. I work out on a regular basis and take care of myself. I went into my bedroom and began dressing idols 69.

I found a red thong G-string to hold my cock and balls. Tan khaki shorts would go nicely with my brown polo shirt. On my feet I wore gladiator sandals that laced around my ankles. I dried my hair and put on some after-shave. A light coating of body oil made my tan smooth arms and legs look even more smooth. I combed my short hair and put a light gel in it.

As I stepped outside I noticed it was warm about 80 degrees. Not bad for May at 8 pm. In a few weeks it would still be high 90's at 8 pm. I decided to walk the three blocks to "Girls Secret" I had been right by this place and never realized it was a private club. I noticed a very tall older blonde in a red dress walking toward the entrance. She was very shapely and looked over her shoulder sizing me up. Later in the evening I would see this mature creature again. As I was moved toward the front of the club I noticed a huge doorman who looked like he was an NFL lineman. He stopped me and told me all the details of becoming a member. Men 100 dollars, women free and transsexuals 50 dollars.

I met the pretty blonde manager inside. She had me read the contract before signing. It was three pages long and contained a lot of disclaimers. The club was not responsible for actions between members outside of the building. The normal restrictions on guns, weapons, drugs, violence, nudity and rape were all outlined. Members could be barred from the facility if any of those provisions were violated. After a few questions about the number of men and women who were currently members I was satisfied and paid the membership fee with my credit card. The manager the pretty blonde named Ms. Evans informed me there were currently about 1,000 women who were members as opposed to 600 hundred men. She said there were a handful of transsexual members about 20 if I was interested in that. I thanked her and entered the front reception area for my tour.

The front of the entrance was decorated with Greco-Roman columns and arches. There were numerous nude statues of men and women. Several of the male statues had large penises and low hanging scrotums. One statue was an exotic female with a small penis. I was informed that those statues were all reproductions of actual artwork from ancient Greece and Rome. The statues had cloth decoration around the torsos, but the genitals were totally in view. Some of the figures had garlands on their heads. Most were wearing sandals while some were barefooted. The statues looked very lifelike in appearance.

The young woman that Ms. Evans had assigned to guide me walked me throughout the various parts of the club. We toured the bar, dance floor, dining room, and the game room. She showed me the location of the kitchen, restrooms, ATM machine and the manager's office. After the tour we parted after I thanked her.

I spent about two hours in the bar trying to find a woman that might be in my range. There were only a handful of women that I was interested in. Most of the females were too young for me. I was looking for a lady of about 40 give or take five years. Also since I prefer BBW I figured that would be easier than finding a thin girl and have her eat her way into a size 20-22 dress. I met several women but they were all too young or too skinny. It was then that I saw the older blonde in the red dress.