The Nair Studio by Chithra - 6

That was one journey which I couldn’t really complain of. I finally managed to find the tip and my finger needed a rest. So I encircled my palm around the tip as mr.nair pinched my nipples harder. I pushed the foreskin of his massive shaft downwards and felt the softer ‘real’ tip and started circling it. He seemed to enjoy the sensation and let out loud moans now. I thought to myself in a wicked way ‘It is your turn now to moan mister!’ and smiled myself at how childish it sounded. I moved his penis back and forth and then let while cupping his balls and gently squeezing it with the other hand. He moaned louder and not being able to withstand any further he moved a step forward towards me and his hand pushed my hat off my face. This was something I didn’t expect as I was getting fairly comfortable hiding my face under the hat. The first thing I saw after remaining under cover for what seemed to be an enormous time was his huge monster thing looming just centimetres above my face. I let out a sharp gasp in sheer surprise. Next thing I realised he pushed his massive took o brush along my lips. I was still holding it in my hands and despite myself I found my lips parting. I took my tongue out to explore the skin of his member. I moved my skin along the side of it and then reached the top. He was gripping my tighter as I made circles on the tip pushing the foreskin below. I licked the tip with my now hungry tongue for some time. He moved his hip back and forth. I took his tool in between my open lips and guided it slowly. I closed my lips and he suddenly pushed it inside with some force. I felt it hit the base of my throat. He took over and rocked his thing back and forth inside his mouth for a few minutes. It felt good. I cupped and played around with his balls all the time and even pinched them making him jerk. It felt good. While having his tool in completely I grabbed his tight but large butt and ran my nails along the still muscles. It felt good too. I was still ogling at his wide eyed chest and ran my fingers along his wide chest. It was then he decided that it was time for the kill. He removed his tool from my mouth and lifted both my legs in the air easily and then spread them wider. He inserted his huge thing in me and it went in easily half way through. He pushed his powerful frame and pushed it further to let it in fully. He then stood in that position and rocked back and forth. I ran my fingers on his hairy chest and pinched his nipples periodically. He gasped and moved his torso back and forth over and over. His hand in the process tweaked my nipples and made me go crazy. I felt that raising orgasm inside me too. He was moving his whole body back and forth now and in spite of the A/C both of us were sweating profusely. The beads of sweat in his forehead made him look more macho and attractive. After a few more strokes and the passing of a few more minutes I sensed his stiffening muscle and almost at the same time I was beginning to build faster inside me. He stiffened his whole self and let out a long low growl while he came in me in long jerks while I found myself screaming with pleasure as I had hit it again for the second time within a matter of few minutes. I was thinking to myself ‘Should there be a third?’ while I released my aching muscles off him with a smile and headed to sit on the bench by his side. I was sitting on the stool for a few minutes glancing absently at the beach scenery, lost in confused thoughts still naked wearing the hat again not covering my face this time. Mr.Nair came back, fully dressed now with my saree, petticoat and blouse in his hand. He placed them by my side and before I could protest he clicked a few shots of my tired face and naked body after two thunderous orgasms. ‘For my personal satisfaction. I shall give it to you as well if you want’. After cleaning up hastily, I dressed myself up with my OWN clothes and left hurriedly. While at the door I heard Mr.Nair shout ‘Madam, come back sometime in the afternoon to collect some of the pictures. To complete your part of the deal, and don’t forget the pictures taken by ravi. They must still be lying on the chair in the front office. I grabbed the cover containing the pictures on my way out. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I ever go back to that place again, leave alone collecting the pictures for my part of the deal??’ as I headed to my home entering the hot and humid street in the May afternoon.


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