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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
This is a true story. About 4 years back I was driving a middle aged, dignified and handsome Indian lady from Rajasthan to Delhi. I will skip the background in which this happened as we have never met before and were participating in a business conference in Rajasthan representing different companies. We had many drinks and a very sumptuous lunch before we set off for Delhi and it was sizzling hot outside. One hour into the desert, she hesitantly asked me about any hotel on the wayside with a decent toilet and I had to disappoint her as there are not any until we got to Delhi which is 5 hrs away!
After some time I stopped the car, got out and relieved myself in typical Indian fashion and politely but indirectly suggested the same for her too. In spite of being a company executive, a refined and sophisticated lady, her conservative background restrained her and she gave me an angry look. So we drove on and I could hear her fidgeting in the seat behind me. I felt sorry but at the same time amused and I could not control myself from remarking jokingly that the only way out for her seems to be to use my mouth.The shock and anger on her face was something to see. I was also a bit ashamed at my flippancy and crudeness. There was an uneasy silence in the car but after about half an hour later I heard her say in a small voice"were you joking earlier?" I was too stunned to hear this and suddenly my heart began to pound wildly and I felt my blood race in excitement.
All my hidden longing for submitting to an aristocratic woman flared up inside me like giant waves shaking my whole frame. Slowly I brought the car to a halt but kept the a/c running and looked back. She was sitting there with her head bowed and the strain of desperation and the shame of her vulnerable situation with a strange male all reflecting in her body language. 'What did you say' - I asked. She looked up and with a flash of anger said”don't embarass a lady too much”. A few seconds passed and I heard a strained whisper from her"please,I can't hold it much longer".The anguish in her voice jerked me out of my trance and through the gap between the bucket seats I slid on the floor of the car towards her.
She lifted both her legs to place her feet on the seat as wide apart as possible while lifting her dress. Hot waves of anticipation to catch sight of her pussy were rushing through me wildly. Since Indian ladies usually wear their dress down to their ankles they do not have any panties and she was no exception. But she denied me a glimpse of her sacred mound by quickly lifting her dress and then dropping it over my head! My upper part of the body slid into the darkness of the funnel of her dress. It was so erotic and the fragrance of her sex electrified me. With a groan of desire from the depth of my heart I lounged forward and pressed my face against her pussy. It was hot and moist and feel of it against my face filled with sublime emotions of desire and passion for her.She lifted her hips to give me better access so that I could properly envelop her pussy with my lips. I was elated to realize in a flash that her pussy was quite prominent and large and can be a source of never ending joy and pleasure to me.
I threw my hands around her hips supporting her weight so that she could place one of her hand on my head over her dress and press it hard against her throbbing pussy. I heard her wailing loud as she attempted to release by shaking the hips against me as her system tried to adjust to this strange situation for relieving.But then suddenly the lips opened and the first jet of her piss hit my throat like a fire hose! The wailing changed into a long moan of relief as her pussy heaved against my face increasing the power of her flow into my mouth.As I greedily drank this divine nectar from her gushing into my throat I was awash with pure bliss.Powerful waves of love,reverence and gratitude for this gracious lady raced through my heart and there was fierce determination in me not to fail her by spilling even a drop of her divine nectar she was copiously pouring into my mouth. My eyes were closed in bliss while drinking from her like mad. Time seemed to stand still as the flow steadied and poured into my mouth down my throat in a constant force. It was like I was receiving the grace of a Goddess who has selected me to worship her for ever, a privilege I thought I did not deserve! Soon the flow began to weaken but I was determined to continue my worship.
As she finished pissing, I began to explore the pulsating gash of her pussy covered in a thick layer of silky fur feeling the pouting lips drawn back into a hungry grin of desire. With a gasp of pleasure, I continued to lap up the copious moisture along her tender slit. I couldn't wait to lick that up! I also felt very happy at her consent for this intimacy by opening her legs wide apart serving to intensify my excitement. She was moaning as I pulled aside her tight, pink petals and sank my stiffened tongue as far as I could inside her warm, juice-filled heaven.
I could sense her excitement mounting as my long, flicking tongue was sending her on a ride of unparalleled pleasure. My mouth on her open pussy was the most joyful and rewarding feeling ever felt in me, and soon, in response to my lingual attentions, her hot sweet pussy began to bless me with a copious spray of clear, fragrant tasty honey. I began to lick and suck her hungrily, vacuuming the honey droplets into my mouth as though my life depended on it. She was on the brink of orgasm. I spread her pussy wider, pushing my mouth hard against the moist heat of her gaping sweetness. Reaching beneath her, I cupped the cheeks of her round butt, forcing the wide-open pussy up against my face and snaking into her dripping love box with stabbing lashes of my tongue, swirling and sucking her pearl of pleasure driving her wild with desire making her buck up in a frenzy of intense lust until driving her headlong towards a crashing climax.
Sitting cramped in that mind boggling intimacy, I continued to kiss and lick her sopping mound relishing its smell and taste in a heady combination of her sweat, juices and piss all soaking my face, hair and throat wet. Slowly the ripples subsided and sadly I began to pull out my face. As my head came out she kept her legs open so that I could get a view of her magnificent pussy. It was still swollen, the thin layer of hair covering it glistening with moisture and the slit glowing like a neon lamp. I looked up and our eyes met and she smiled overwhelming me with joy and gratitude.
She gently closed her thighs and the holy vision disappeared from my view. Soon I was back on the driving seat and the car began to move forward towards Delhi, my mind awash with happiness.
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