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  Ishika Sexual Invasions Chapter 6    Ishika Has Fun in  the Bus I cursed the auto driver. His auto belonged to the British era. I pleaded with him, “Please drive faster. If I miss this bus, I will miss my connecting bus also.” He said, ” Sure, Ma’am,” and pretended to increase the speed. If I jumped and sprinted, I would reach faster. But I didn’t know the route to the bus station, and no other autos were in the vicinity. Finally, when he dropped me off, I ran to the inquiry counter and asked where my bus was. He told me that it had already left five minutes ago. I came to this small town to attend my friend’s sister’s wedding. They refused to let me go until the photo sessions were complete. I had very important meetings the next day at the office, and here I was stuck. I asked the man at the inquiry counter, “I have confirmed my reservation in an A.C sleeper bus from the next town. Are there any cabs or taxis available here?” He shook his head and said, “No, Ma’a...

  Ishika Sexual Invasions  Chapter 5    Sri Lankan Gang-Bang and fun in flight(not in W.C) He looked around; there was no traffic on this road. He unzipped and took out his throbbing cock, and pushed it in one stroke. I gasped and moaned loudly, "Hmmm, fuck me... harder...harder... ah."  When a car or a truck sped by fast, he would stop and cover us with a blanket.  When he finally buried cock deep inside, he filled it with cum like a fountain. I clamped his cock with my cunt muscles and squeezed the last drop of cum.  He collapsed on me, bit my ear, and asked, " So I am forgiven? Shall we go to the next beautiful location?" I asked him, 'What about your friends?" He zipped up and started the car. I shifted to the front seat. He smiled, " I just got the president's pardon from hanging. Why will I commit a crime again?" I smiled and said," Your president wants you to commit the crime. Tell them to hide, and let us give them a grand show....

                                               Ishika's sexual invasions Part 4:                                                            Sri Lanka Lust Saga I asked Krish, " When is my flight to Mumbai? I have finished the project here." I was in Puttulam, a town in Sri Lanka, for the last week. Every day, I returned to the hotel late after work and was too tired to even think of sightseeing. I would crash on the bed. Now, I was homesick, or fuck sick, I missed out on all the fun and fucking in the office. I wanted to go back and engage all those eight hungry cocks. Krish hesitated and said, "There is a small problem. You have to go back to Colombo after ten days. Another project." I sighed and said," So be it. I wil...

                                       Ishika's Sexual Invasions Part 3 : Office Fun As Dev drove us back, the mood in the car was dull and morose. Breaking the silence, I asked, "Krish, why can't we fuck in your office? Is there no CCTV?" Everyone stared at me as if I had gone crazy. "Are you out of your mind?" Krish asked. "How can we do that in the office? My chambers don't have CCTV, but the walls are all glass panels. Everyone can see inside." I smiled. "Does it matter? We did it in the open, in the pool, and under the trees. Why should we feel shy now?" "Ishika, you don't understand," Carl countered. "There are visitors to consider." I told Dev to pull over at a roadside dhaba and signaled the second car to stop as well. We all gathered around a large table. I first addressed Kavya and her boyfriend. Kavya’s boyfriend hesitated, saying, "If this is an official meeting, perhaps I sho...

                                                My first job and erotic picnic (After graduation, I joined an IT firm in Mumbai, far from home. I missed my parents, my friends, and… of course, the wild fucking. We were eleven in the office—eight cocks and three cunts. Krish was the senior manager, Bob the assistant manager. Anil, Carl, Dev, and Prem were senior colleagues. Jai and Vir were freshers like me, straight out of college. Anita was a senior colleague, and Kavya worked the front desk. Among the cocks, Jai and Vir were bachelors. Anita was married, and Kavya had a boyfriend.) The moment the car started moving, exhaustion overtook me. My eyelids surrendered almost immediately, and I drifted off, lulled by the steady hum of the road. I hadn’t slept well the previous night, and the long drive ahead felt like a blessing. I didn’t know how much time had passed when ...

                                              The Unofficial Husband I sighed and glanced at my watch. Two more hours to kill before I could pick up my hubby from his office and head home. I was in a movie theater, trying — and failing — to enjoy a brainless action thriller. I’d taken the day off to meet my college friends. There were four of us back then — horny, lusty girls who bunked classes, pulled outrageous pranks, and indulged in unlimited adventures between the sheets. Only Priya had been the odd one out — shy, orthodox, and a bit of a mystery. Tall, beautiful, and blessed with a fantastic figure, she’d never let her boyfriend go beyond kisses and the occasional boob squeeze. And yet now, she had transformed into a full-blown sex goddess, with more conquests than the rest of us combined. All of us were married now — only my hubby Raj and Priya’s husband were liberal...

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