Swathi salva Loves Her Life-3 (Fucking Friend’s Da

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Swathi salva Loves Her Life-3 (Fucking Friend’s DaBefore we go ahead with my life story I would like to thank those who wrote to me. I got many emails with suggestions and advises, asking my phone number, to be as a friend on chats etc.Let me tell something to my readers. I am not here looking for free sex or offering any free sex. I had come a long way and on some days I use to sit alone and cry for hours thinking what my life is like. Every time I cried so much. Out of frustration to overcome the pain I call my agent.I end up in a cheap lodge naked in between someone’s legs giving me him a blow job and unlimited wild sex for just 2000. I remember a saying “When you are in pain, look out of the bigger pain and that will ease out the earlier one.”But in my case I looked out for pleasure and sex is the only thing that always came in my rescue. You may call me a slut, bitch or a prostitute. I call myself a nymphomaniac and those who ever taste my body call me a goddess of pleasure.To be honest, I am very happy and delighted with the emails received from some of the girls and women who also shared their feelings and their stories. It makes me happy that I am not the only girl in this world at least in india who really enjoys addictive sex.At the same time, I am sorry for those girls who were also got cheated by their boyfriends and been used by them, forced to sleep with someone else. My only piece of advice is, “If you can’t defend or fight a ****, you better enjoy the **** and time will heal everything.”A big thanks for those boys who mailed me saying I made you cum and you masturbated like a hell. It makes me feel like your cum is filled in my pussy, sprayed on my face. If you boys don’t mind, send me a photo of cock or if you really want to thank me for story send a small video clip of your masturbation. Let me see how much I made you cum.Many had asked if my story was real or just a fantasy. The crux of the story is real and this is like my diary, don’t worry about that. I shall give more facts in this episode.Coming back to where we left from the previous part: As agreed I moved back to the house. Though they all agreed that sex on my terms only, things changed in just one month. I became like a sex addict and it happened like I could not sleep without sex.Over a period of a couple months, I was like a lover of 4 boys. I from the heart loved all 4 of them, same from them too. We even discussed having a group marriage of 4 men tying mangalsutra to me.It’s no more the love between me and my boyfriend. I also thought 4 is better than 1. There was no possessiveness. They always bahis firmaları keep me encouraging to have sex outside the house with some strangers or like a prostitute.Yes, I always wanted to try living the life of a prostitute and experience what my mom had experienced. But I was a little bit afraid to tell that to my boyfriends. When they themselves opened the topic, I instantly said I am ok to do it and they have to take care of it.They kept discussing for a few months. I understood they were also a bit afraid of the police, raids etc. But they used me every possible way to please the college attendees for attendance, professors for marks etc.,Most disgusting part was when one among the four had his father came to visit our house suddenly. I was in the kitchen wearing the only a shirt. The first 3 buttons were open. The shirt was long and it covered my ass and pussy. As you know I like to keep it free.I was not wearing any bra or panty that day. The shirt was little transparent and he understood that. I quickly ran into the room, changed into jeans and t-shirt. I joined them in the hall where his father was blasting them asking who is this bitch in the house. If they are regularly getting a prostitute to the house.He was saying he is going to terminate his son from college and also inform college management. We all were terribly nervous and didn’t know how to react. He was saying his son was a very good boy and others had spoiled him.That’s when my boyfriend broke the ice. “Uncle this is Swetha. She is not a prostitute. She is my girlfriend and junior in our college.” Uncle’s reaction was, “What the hell is she doing in this house? And that too giving a free show of her body? What kind of girl gets to dress like that among other boys?”Now, the tension in the house got little low and the normal conversation started. They just cooked up the story on the fly. The other guy said, “Uncle if Swetha was not there, your son would have got infected by aids by now. He was so desperate and could not control his sex urge.”“We tried to stop him for few months. We were worried that he may visit some red light area without telling us. That is when Amit convinced Swetha to have sex with your son. Though he loved her so much. She is a best friend for all of us.”“After a couple of days, she came forward to offer her body to keep your son away from prostitutes and disease. How could you even call her as a prostitute when she helped your son so much.”He got little carried away with that, looked at me and said sorry dear. I gave him a fake smile. Now my boyfriend again interrupted saying, kaçak iddaa that they always use safe sex. None of them ever did sex me with even once without a condom.Uncle was confused that if I am having regular sex with all 4 of them. Before he asked his question, my boyfriend commented that regular sex helped them focus well in their studies. All of them had cleared all old arrears and had also scored good marks.Uncle took a pause from his question and started to think about his son’s marks before a year, and he agreed with him. He came near me and asked for my name. I said “Swetha.” He asked all of us to sit.He kept his palm on my head like blessing someone and said, “I don’t know what to say Swetha. Thanks for keeping them focused on studies.” Inside my heart, I was saying to myself on how the professors and attendees filled my mouth for giving those marks to these bastards.He took us all to a nearby restaurant. He was saying he came here to visit some dealer as part of his business and came home to check out how we were doing. In the restaurant, he was giving free advice to keep sex only for stress relief and they should not make it a habit.We should never ever do without a condom. Everyone was casually talking and laughing. I also commented that whenever we run out of condoms I wont allow them and they instead use my mouth to empty the load. Everyone started laughing again.We reached home. Uncle got very close to everyone like a friend as we walked back into our apartment. He kept his hand on the shoulder and casually asked whose quota is for tonight darling. I didn’t know what to say and I just smiled back.Then he said, “Please don’t mind about me. You be what you are and I am going to bed as I am very tired.” They arranged a bed for Uncle in one room. I went to other room and changed back to my costume. Yes just the shirt which I was wearing before uncle’s arrivalI came to the hall and saw one by one they were removing their clothes. They said they are very happy about tonight and want to have a good group sex. I smiled back and said why not. I said I will quickly check uncle, bid him good night.Then I went to Uncle’s room and asked him if he is comfortable. Actually deep inside my heart, I wanted to show him curves again in the shirt which he could not see properly in the evening when he came. He did not show any feeling in his eyes.He was very normal and said, “Yes I am all good and said darling can you please pass me that water bottle?” Then he sat on the bed, stretched his hand for the bottle and accidentally touched my thighs, assuming it was a bottle. He was kaçak bahis searching for a grip and I shouted ouch.He understood that he did some mistake and said sorry. I said, “Oh, that’s completely fine,” and gave him the glasses. I forgot that he actually asked for water. He put on his glasses, saw me properly and gave me a naughty smile saying, “Ooooh looks like you are prepared and ready.”He asked if I am going to any gym to maintain my shape. Then he kept on praising that I have beautiful boobs which he can see from the shirt that they stiff and not hanging. My legs look so smooth and silky like a banana stem. I smiled back to him and said, “Enough Uncle ji. I will leave now and you rest.”Just before I was about to close his door, he once again asked whose quota is for tonight. For a quick split second on my mind. From the entrance of the door, I looked to the hall where all the boys are shaking their cocks and getting ready for a gang bang.I looked at them and said, “Guys you all sleep please, I am going to sleep with uncle tonight.” I closed the door and turned towards uncle and asked him why he is so surprised. You were praising my body a few minutes before. I said that I thought he can praise my body all night if he gets to see it properly.He was smiling. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulder which fell on the floor. He extended his hand said, yes you are right. Come here, let me see it properly. I was all on top him, fully naked and each of tongues got lost as we kissed.He was on a hurry, getting undressed fast. He laid back on the bed and I was on his top kissing him deeply. His cock was not yet strong and I was working with my hand to make it strong. He was squeezing my boobs as we kissed.Suddenly the door opened and it was my boyfriend. He came inside, he said. Sorry to disturb and gave a condom and left. I was wondering that there were few condoms already in the draw and why he came, whatever. While leaving he left the door fully open.We did not care either to close it as we continued our romance. It took a while for uncle to get hard, my jaws started hurting. He fucked me almost in all positions for close to 2 hours. It was a very different experience for me having sex with someone with a difference of 30 years to me.As he enjoyed fucking me I was also enjoying the most getting fucked. All this time, the boys stood by the door and peeped inside. We were so carried by and I continued what I am best at. Finally, the ending was good, he came like a fountain on boobs which sprayed to my neck and chin.We both were so tired and did not have energy get it cleaned. That was the first time I had sex with someone around 50 years (around 30 years difference). I turned towards him. Took his arm below my head and hugged him close and slept like that. That’s end of that.

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