Seduce Exotic Erotica

by Ella Hilton

"Please don't Suman," she said as she moved restlessly. She placed a hand under the breast and lifted it up, and with her other hand she caressed him on the back of his head. As Suman worked on her nipple she moaned and then she took hold of his head and moved it to the other nipple. Suman was gradually working himself to frenzy. She turned towards the door. Suman said the latch was on. He tried to remove the blouse and bra but she would not allow. She held his hands but did not resist. He held her by the shoulders and made her lie on the sofa. He gently lifted up her sari and skirt. He wondered if she had knickers on, but she did not. Her vulva lay exposed. He liked it for the wide expanse of the labia minora. In his extensive experience he had never seen labia minora that hung in folds. He held it delicately and gave it a gentle shake as if it were a curtain. He took a closer look. It was almost an inch at its widest point. It looked at it with fascination. The clitoral hood was also lying in folds. He pulled it back. Her clitoris was not a worm head as most in his experience were, but a knob of some size. He then pronounced judgement.

  "I tell you truthfully that if there is a beauty contest for vulva it would take a massive effort to beat yours."

  "Don't talk like that. It is ugly"

  "Why are women ashamed of their vulva. We men think it is lovely."

  "Please Suman I have to reach home soon."

  He then undressed fully. Ganga almost gasped. Tall, and athletic, his exercise trained muscles quivered under his skin. The muscles in front of his abdomen stood out like bundles; his hip was narrow, and then that crowning glory, the dense black bush of his pubic hair and the long penis not quite fully erect yet, and the testicles that were large and globular. To Ganga it was quite a stunner. He came forward and knelt down beside her. He brought his penis, now erect and throbbing, close to her mouth. She opened her mouth wide to receive him. She took in the glans and then plopped it out. Even as she was doing so she was full of remorse for all her married life her husband had wanted just that and she had strenuously refused him, and now she was taking this stranger's penis in her mouth. He was now kneeling on the carpet between her thighs kissing her vulva. He licked her. He liked the taste of her secretions, which in her excitement she was pouring in fair amounts. She pulled him up and spreading her thighs she held his penis. She played with the foreskin for a while, and then she inserted it.

  They had orgasms together. They were lying side by side in a close embrace, but she was sobbing as if she has lost some dear one. Suman was visibly worried. This was behaviour he had never encountered before.

  "I want to wash," she said between her sobs as she got up. Suman held her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. She stood placidly still sobbing miserably. He lifted her sari and asked her to hold it and spread her thighs. As he washed her she sobbed. He wiped her and led her back to the room. She continued to sob. Other than hold her in a tender embrace Suman did nothing to assuage her grief. She buttoned her blouse and rearranged her sari. He hugged and kissed her at the door; she passively accepted his attentions. She was more composed now.

  "Please Suman, please do not attempt to see me, never, ever," she said speaking for the first and only time after the event, and without a backward glance, and ignoring the wide open door of the elevator, she hurriedly walked down the steps. From the balcony Suman saw her walk on the road and take an auto. He had not used a condom. She had not asked for one either. He knew from the scar below her umbilicus that she was sterilised, but disease? He was concerned. He went hurriedly to the bathroom and washed himself with soap. He tried to recollect her name. He could not. The next day even the incidence was only a distant memory. Young men who have casual affairs do not bother to expend thought on the consequences of their actions on the women. If Suman had, he would have been surprised that for once a bad deed resulted in good.

  3

  In the auto back home Ganga wiped her eyes as tears continued to flow, but something happened at some point during the ride. Her emotions stabilised, her eyes were dry and once again bright, and when she got off her walk had a spring to it. Ganga bathed and in the dressing room she inspected her naked body in the mirror. She was not happy with the scruffiness of her pubic region. She re-entered the bathroom and shaved with her husband's razor to smoothness. She inspected her vulva. She lifted up the folds of her labia minora. She was never happy about their size. It was so different from that of her mother's and sisters'. Her youngest sister called it bat's wings. But Ganga was never really bothered about it. She smiled at the recollection of the tribute paid by Suman; frankly what she saw in the mirror was not championship material. She put on a blouse without a bra, and tied her sari but without a skirt. She powdered lightly and applied lipstick almost invisibly. She stood before the dressing table mirror. She was satisfied with her looks. It was a few minutes past two. She sat on the sofa and opened a magazine. She was waiting for her husband's return. She was ready to put into practice the decisions she had made on the ride back home.

  The doorbell rang. Ganga went to the door and opened it. It was Rajan. Ganga closed the door, latched it, and then hugged him.

  "Ganga, what happened? Has your fairy godmother changed you with a wave of her wand?

  "She has. She told me that I am young and full of verve, and that I must show it in everything I do." They hugged again, and kissed passionately on the lips.

  "Everything you do? Is a second honeymoon on the agenda?"

  "It is item one."

  "Then we have it tonight." He spoke somewhat hesitantly. Ganga's long continued opposition to sex had made him rather unsure that she was capable of change.

  "Tonight? I thought you would want it now. I do."

  "Oh! That's wonderful. Wait till I change."

  "Why change?" she said. Rajan pinched himself. He was not hallucinating. Ganga withdrew into the bedroom and Rajan followed. She went into the bathroom, and he undressed to nakedness. With an effort he restrained himself from wrapping a lungi round his waist. The bathroom room door opened and she appeared in her birthday suit. Rajan goggled. It was years since he had seen her that way in daylight. She was standing in full frontal nudity with a mischievous smile on her face. He was focussing on her smooth shaved vulva. She ran her hand over it.

  "You like it smooth," she said. He was too stunned to speak

  "I want to see it close," he said in an emotion packed voice. She sat on a cane easy chair and lifted her legs and rested her knees, one on each arm of the chair. Rajan knelt down. He kissed her vulva, and then he moved his hands over it; he took one inner leaf and then the other, and with both hands opened the leaves. Ganga watched him with tender amusement. He too admired her vulva, but his wife did not think that he viewed it with the eyes of a connoisseur, and she was right. His knowledge was restricted to this one specimen. He could not be aware that his wife's possession was unusual. He lifted the clitoral hood and gently squeezed out the resident. With his tongue he first touched it once, and then he give one tentative lick. Ganga moved her hips and gently moaned.

  Suddenly she thought of something she had to do.

  "Before you proceed further take a sample of what is in store for you tonight" she said, "Stand up for it." She used the peremptory tone teachers use in school. He stood up, as promptly as any pupil of hers would have done. She held his penis and brought her mouth close to it. She looked up, smiled and took it fully into her mouth as deep as it would go without making her gag. She pulled it out and plopped the glans in and out half a dozen times, and gently blew it out with a slurping sound.

  "You have waited long for this. You have to wait a couple of hours more. Tonight we have that, but now lick me and then enter me." He liked her dirty talk. He had pleaded for it but now when it came it was music to his ears. Rajan was more aroused than he has ever been before. He flung himself on her with abandon and licked till she moaned with pleasure and then they had it. She was on the point of going over the edge when tears started pouring in torrents. It was as if she was in the throes o
f an indescribable grief. But she responded in full measure, and then by a gesture she wanted him to wait and then she signalled a second and then a third orgasm. All the while she was weeping. They lay with husband holding his wife by her head, consoling her. The doorbell rang and they got up and changed in a hurry to let their little children in from school.

  4

  Ganga was on the sofa and the children, both girls, aged eight and six sat in front of their mother doing their homework. Rajan was on his easy chair with newspaper in hand. He was not reading. He was sorely disturbed.

  Rajan was capable of incisive thinking. He sought an explanation for the complete transformation his wife had undergone in a matter of hours. He soon had a hypothesis that answered all questions: It could only be owing to a sexual adventure earlier that day. Somewhere during her travel from house to house correcting her register entries someone with irresistible attraction had seduced her. In remorse for having been unfaithful to her husband she was giving him all, and it was the feeling of guilt that made her weep uncontrollably. It would not be difficult for Rajan to find where she had her adventure. It could only be the last house she visited that afternoon. No way could she have continued her house visits after an experience of that sort. As a tax collector for that division he knew all the residents in the street she had visited. He just had to check the entries she had made in her register that day and he would know. Then what? Confront him and shoot him? No way. Thank him? He deserved his heartfelt thanks anyway. Rajan smiled. No, it was the doing of a fairy godmother. Good can come only out of fairies and gods, not playboys. He was on to a good thing and he was determined to enjoy it without restraint. Ganga looked up. Their eyes met. They smiled. With a looping motion of her index finger she reminded him of their programme for the night.

  Rajan who was never comfortable unless he had something to worry about now had a brand new item to mull over: 'Would she swallow?'

  A Special Night Out

  "Don't you look stunning tonight sweet baby girl." Gabriel answered from his chair set before the fire.

  "Thank you Sir, I am feeling rather...well," Sara paused and closed her pure green eyes, feeling the connection with body. She listened to each hum, beat, and erotic twinge as they happened. The secret smile that came across her face was impossible to ignore.

  "Uh-hum, you were saying?"

  "Oh, my, yes...sorry, Sir. I feel rather sexy."

  "Sexy?"

  "Yes Sir." She told him giving her hips a shake and sending heavily jeweled gold chains slapping against her legs.

  "Why?" He queried, although he already knew.

  "It is the gift you have given me that is bringing me to the brink of climaxing." And her body backed up this claim.

  "Tell me?" He asked trying to focus her mind on her body's desire but also wanted to keep her mind clear on what was soon coming her way. Tonight was going to be big for his lover, she was going out to their favorite club only this evening was going to be different. It was going to be all about her and he had one more present lined up for her to experience.

  "Mmmm. Where to start? Okay, I feel the need to thrust me breasts out, to tempt you forward. They need to touched, stroked, sucked, bit - to work the tips harder. They feel swollen," she lifted the large globes in her hands and shook them a little, rubbed her thumbs over the excited tips. "This beautiful chained halter top is stunning but some of the links rub against my nipples and encourages them for needing so much more."

  "Baby girl, are you complaining?" Gabriel asked before taking a sip from his glass, never taking his almost black eyes from the seductive woman in front of him.

  "No! No, definitely not...it is just that, hmmm, I am eager Sir."

  "Yes, I can see you are." It was not just the slight shake of her hips that led him to that conclusion. It was the small portion of her upper thighs that gave her away; they were glistening with her dew. "Now please continue."

  "Right, mmm, then there is what is underneath my skirt."

  "The fact that you are wearing no underwear?"

  "No Sir, I rarely wear any - I prefer it that way, always be ready for you to take when it pleases you."

  "Then what is it sweet thing, what has you all worked up and ready to fuck the first cock you come upon?" He knew, he could see it swaying between her wide spread legs and it made him harder and his need to bury himself inside her hot cunt.

  "The incredible plug you have given me and put in my ass a short hour ago, that is what is causing me to be so...so...uhhh..." She couldn't finish. Crouching down, legs bent wide and showing him her bare pussy mound and worked the tail dangling between her legs. It was made from a fistful of fine gold chains and rubies and pearls and was attached to a swiveling hook on the end of the plug.

  Standing back up she started to dance, actually she shook her hips and he could see her connecting with the plug buried in her ass and the heavy bejeweled tail that ensured she not only felt its presence but wallowed in the lust it inspired. Her movements had the mass swishing down around her calves, between her legs, whipping her softly.

  Gabriel took in the entire picture she made for her big night out. A series of about two dozen horizontal chains randomly draped over and around her large breasts, allowing her tits and their tight pink nipples to peak out from between the strands. Her lower abdomen was flat and bare with the pleated red leather skirt resting low on her hipbones. Then there was her faultless bare legs' showing from just below her ass cheeks down to where her ruby red five inch platform heels started, a Valentine's Day present, and added a few inches to her petite frame.

  "How about the plug, it is not uncomfortable is it?"

  "Oh, no, it is delicious and the fine tail is...sooo...wicked. How do I look?" She slowly turned for him, giving him a chance to drink her in. She gave her ass a shake and groaned from the effect the simple act had on her body.

  "Perfect, well, almost...you are missing just one thing for a special night out." He hinted, teasing her with what she still did not know.

  "What?" She looked surprised, what could possibly be missing from this outfit he had chosen for her to wear.

  "Come over here."

  She walked over to where his chair rested, feeling the plug in her ass and tail slapping at her legs added a special swish to her stride. Once she was before him, Sara went to her knees within the clasp his widespread legs. Long powerful legs surrounded her, but what drew her gaze was the large bulge between the limbs. But she reached for nothing, no matter how tempting, and instead waited for him to tell her what he needed.

  The wait seemed to be endless, when actually it was only a few minutes.

  "Suck my cock, baby girl."

  No need to ask her twice, she went up on her knees and worked on releasing his large hard-on from their prison. Like her Gabriel was a commando man, in the four years they have been lovers never has she seen the man wearing any underwear and it was moments like this that made her thankful for that fact. In no time at all she was working his big round knob with her mouth, making sure he could see every lick and heard every slurp, while she freed his balls from deeper within his pants.

  "Take more, sweetness, not just the tip...yes, there you go." His hand her threaded through her white silky smooth blonde hair, not controlling but ensuring he could watch his cock disappearing between her plump red lips.

  "Mmmm." While she worked on his rod she rubbed her breasts against the inside of his legs, thrilling at the feeling it invoked but at the same time it made her needs for sexual satisfaction more of a necessity.

  He put his glass down and moved his hand down to grasp hold of his dick and limit the amount she could work on.

  "Are you enjoying your special day so far?"

  "Ummm, hmmm." Sliding her mouth on and off his hard-on.

  As he drew closer to the edge of release he suddenly stopped her heads movement.

  "Climb up here sweetness," and he helped her up onto his lap. With her hands
braced on his chest Gabriel held his cock steady for her to slide down.

  "Come on baby girl, slide that pretty pink and wet pussy over my dick." Once she was settled he put his hands behind his head and watched her slowly move up and down. The chains of her top gave off a subtle clinking sound but it was her nipples that held his undivided attention. They were hard, hot pink and pointed, making his mouth water.

  Sara's breasts were large with beautiful big soft pink nipples. Everyday he watches her walk, tits bouncing with their freedom because, like panties, she rarely wore a bra. Instead she enjoyed their being aroused by a hard breeze, teasing anyone who might look. But, right now, the two baubles were held in control by how her arms were placed. Not to worry, they would shine and blossom when his baby girl was in the spotlight. They are a highly excitable pair, her dynamic breasts enjoyed being treat gently, lovingly by his mouth and yet they also thrived on a little harsher treatment.

  The fact that they were directly connected to her sweet pussy was best experienced with his rod buried deep inside her.