Three stories, One heart

  CHAPTER 1: The DVD guy of Chameli Ghat (Continued.)

   His strategy in pleasing was simple. First lift his consort in the air and let her take in his body smell. Since he seldom bathed, his sweat combined with his body odour made a pleasurable smell to the oestrogen minds. Once a teaser was given he bit for the ears. This would mean a journey of endless love making and pleasure. The biting and caressing the ears followed by the neck would make his partner weak. In this process, he would start undressing her clothes and make them stark naked.

   If he wanted to have a NSA fun he would just leave them with a good fellatio and a hardcore fuck. But if he wanted to taste that vagina again, he would proceed with sucking of nipples enough to create a sensation down her clitoris. The fellatio would first start with a slow caress followed by play by play speed up of the female wanker. Once in their near climax, he would penetrate his thick penis right in to the vagina without any lube. The sudden entry of his dick would raise a sense of panic and a new tingling in to the fragile bodies of his partners. Once inside, he would remain for a period of 30 seconds for the pain to settle in and then with slow jerks enter her again and again. All along, he would hold on the legs far wide so that this gave him ample flexibility and ease in penetration. The moans of his consorts which would be muffled now would be a mix of scream and aggression.        They wanted more. Since his dick was thick and had ample veins, vaginas would contract blushingly.

    This sensation was closer to periods of near to orgasms and the pretty little damsels could only wish for nothing but more. Once increasing the thrust of his penetration he would start to his favourite act - pounding. This would be so intense, that his entire charpoy would squeak in protest. The girls if virgins would be strapped shut if they protested. Being treated like an animal, made them more hornier and angry at the same time. This was enough to create a running joke in the harems of Chameli Ghat that the true tears if needed would be obtained by the careless thrusts of the DVD guy.

-End of Chapter  1-