Joyti Chadha the-MILF PUNJABAN SHEMALE

When I was 25, I went through a really bad break up. Bad as in traumatic to me, not necessarily as in messy. Her name was Sanjana and we had dated almost all the way through university, having met at the very beginning of the second semester, and being official and exclusive by summer break. We had been young and passionately in love, I thought she was my soul mate. The girl I was going to marry. But then, just as we were entering our final year of school, she left me. She said that she was sorry, but that she couldn't keep holding me back - that there were things she wanted out of life which were different from what I wanted, and she didn't want us to hold each other back from our dreams - and with that she gave me back the key to my apartment, had her friends pack up her things a few days later, and left.

I was an absolute wreck for weeks. I yo-yoed between not eating anything, and eating everything in the house, I left my beard unkempt and sloppy, I stopped showering, and I was drunk all the time. I barely went to class, and I only managed to maintain my high grade average under extreme pressure. I was, simply put, a heartbroken wreck.

After a while, my best friend and housemate, Arun, had had enough. He threw out all my booze, unplugged my xbox, and practically fireman carried me into the bathroom and dumped me in the shower and locked me in and refused to let me out until I had showered, shaved, and returned to some semblance of "normal Manjeeet", as he put it. Then we went out to bars in gurgaon. For night after night after night we went out to the local bars and got hammered and hit on girls. We were actually pretty successful, too. The two of us are not unattractive young men - though Arun is a bit more of the classic good looks guy and I'm something of a mix between geek chic and lumberjack chic - and that, coupled with my break-up, got us both a lot of sympathy sex over those weeks. But it wasn't the same.

It wasn't the same, first and foremost, because it was all meaningless hookups with girls I'd never met before and probably would never see again - and I tended to like to make connections with people before I slept with them - but also for a certain particular key reason.

See, Sanjana had had special equipment "below decks" as it were. She was 100% fully a woman in all the ways that counted, was the way she phrased it to me when she first told me and I first saw, but instead of a cute little slit, she had some very different equipment down below. She was a girl with "something extra" as the saying was. A futanari, as they are sometimes called. Essentially, she was a girl, but instead of a vagina, hanging between her legs had been a 7.5 inch penis, a way bigger than my 5 inches. I'm not going to lie, I had been turned off, almost repulsed, even, at first. But I loved Sanjana, and I couldn't imagine never having sex with her. And I couldn't imagine letting her think I found her disgusting or repulsive or anything like that, so I had allowed myself to...experiment. We started slowly at first, and very incrementally. First our sex was more or less what any other non-futa couple would be, with the exception of me giving her a handy at some point during it. And as I began to get comfortable with that, we started pushing my boundaries more and more until by the time we celebrated our 6 months anniversary not only did I let her fuck me, I actually enjoyed and preferred it - as did she, as I learned later that she was naturally more of a top than a bottom and always like to fuck me, but since most guys wouldn't even consider it, she usually wound up bottoming if she wanted to have sex at all.

And after two and a half years of some of the craziest, hottest, kinkiest sex of my life, nearly every night, with the woman of my dreams, going back to more vanilla vaginal sex with non-futanari women in a series of repeating one night stands seemed essentially hollow, and it was doing nothing to get me over Sanjana. In fact, it just caused me to miss her more. Eventually Arun and I stopped going out to the bars.

Arun was the only one of my friends, male or female, who knew the truth about what Sanjana had been packing - it wasn't that either of us were ashamed, it was just that for reasons of societal expectations, and given the highly conservative nature of the surrounding area in which we lived, and the fact that she simply wanted to be seen as a regular girl like any other, rather than "that girl with a cock on campus", we decided to keep the specifics of our sex life essentially between ourselves - Arun only knew because he was my best friend and house mate, and he accidentally walked in on us one day when we had both snuck back to my place for a mid-afternoon delight. He had been overwhelmingly supportive and accepting of the whole thing, and had helped otherwise keep Sanjana's secret.

Because he was my best friend, he wanted to see me happy and to stop sulking around in my own depression, though, as I had been doing. Sanjana was gone and she wasn't coming back. So he had slowly started to arrange blind dates for me, and had eventually even persuaded me to go on them and try to have a good time. Most of them were disasters, of course. There were so many bad ones I had begun to wonder where he found these girls and if he was setting me up on bad dates on purpose in some kind of zen-master way to teach me a lesson. I had just about had enough of it, though, and I had told him as much one day when he told me he had found the perfect woman to set me up with. That he knew she and I would hit it off, and that if I went on this one last blind date and it didn't work out that he promised he'd leave me alone and let me pine after Sanjana all I wanted - for the rest of my life, if I had wanted - and he wouldn't say shit. Well, with an offer like that, I couldn't hardly refuse. And I'm glad that I didn't.

Arun had set everything up, of course, but made sure that it reflected my personality, instead of his. Reservations at a very hip, posh chines tapas restaurant and wine bar on the main entertainment street near our university, followed by tickets to and a groupon for a tasting menu at a chic local desert-only restaurant near the theatre. All I had to do was show up, dress nice, and make a decent impression. Which I did, and I'm glad that I had.

She showed up quite late - almost a half hour after the time we agreed to meet - and I was considering getting up, paying for the glass of wine I had already drunk, and leaving, but just as I was looking around for someone who would get me my bill, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned my head in the direction of a sweet, feminine voice as it asked

"Excuse me, are you Manjeeet, Arun's friend?"

"Why yes, I am," I replied, as I turned to face the voice. When I saw who it belonged to, I was stunned silent for a minute before I was able to catch my breath and speak.

"Mrs...Dhillon?"

Mrs. Dhillon was my across the street neighbour for a significant portion of my childhood, and was a friend of my mother's, despite their difference in age (my mother was about 15 years her senior). She was certainly old enough to have been considered a MILF when I was younger, and going through puberty - and in fact, she was my very first crush; I remember thinking I was so sneaky when I would peek through my bedroom window at night when I was fourteen and fifteen and see her changing in her bedroom, even though of course now I know she had to have known - and now, in her lower forties, was the perfect age to be considered a cougar.

She was still as hot as ever, if a bit different than I remembered. She was a full grown punjabi aunty, probably taller than my five foot four, maybe five foot eight.
Her skin was the colour of toffee; her heart-shaped face held a prominent, Iranian nose, piercing grey eyes, and brownish-black hair that framed her face and fell down to her shoulders in ringlets, giving away the fact that before she had married and become Mrs Dhillon, she had been a Chadha. On her heavy size, her body supportive large, watermelon breasts - which were probably enhanced slightly, but I remember they were large and tight even when I was a young teen - Her ass, too, was very wide , round, and firm.

She wore a form fitting salwar suit that accented her skin colour perfectly and accentuated all her curves in all the right places, and showed just enough typical punjabi hairy skin to be daring, whist being modest enough to be classy.

"Manjeeet? Manjeeet singh?" She asked, shock colouring her face as she studied me.

"Well, I go by Manu or MANJEEET now to everyone but my mum and sister," I said, "but yeah, its me...what are you doing here, Mrs Dhillon ?"

"Wow, Manju...err, I mean, Manjeeet, you certainly have grown up nice," she said in a way that was far too sultry than I thought any of my mother's friends - even her super hot friends - were capable of.

"Umm...thanks, Mrs Dhillon?"

"Joginder...or Jyoty, if you like"

"What?"

"Well, I mean, I'm not Mrs D anymore...I'm not exactly Mrs Anything anymore, after the divorce," she said, sitting down across from me, as I barely noticed.

"What? You and Mr D now divorced? When? That's horrible," I said, truly. Mr.Dhillon was such a nice guy, he always helped out all the kids in the neighbourhood, even after his son had grown up and moved out, which was several years ahead of me in school.

"Yeah, a little," she said, honestly. "But it was mostly mutual. I mean, he did some things he shouldn't have, I did some things I shouldn't have...we were fighting too much and not making love nearly enough...eventually, basically we decided that our marriage had run its course. It was fun whilst it lasted, but we found out that if we wanted to have any chance of staying friends, we couldn't stay married," she said, ruefully. "He is still a good man and I care about him a great deal. But we needed different things out of the rest of our lives. So, I'm back to being Joginder Chadha, city girl on the hunt," she said, chuckling. "Which brings us to here. To our date," she said, pausing to drink some wine which the waiter had brought to the table without me fully noticing.

"And you're not...wierded out by going on a blind date with me? Your friend's son?"

"Not at all. Age is nothing but a number, after all. And you're cute, I'm a big woman...we're both adults. Whatever we get up to, if anything, doesn't have to be anyone's business but our own"

"Really?" I asked, almost incredulously. In all the time I had known Mrs. Dhillon , she had never been this, well, cool. At least, not when I was around anyway. Maybe being Joginder Chadha agreed with her (A Masculine name though). "But what about my Mum?"

"I won't tell her if you wont," Joginder said. "But...if this is too weird for you, going on a date with your Mum's hottest friend, I can leave..." she said, clearly slightly hurt but also very understanding.

"No!" I cried, almost too eagerly. I could see the hint of a devilish smirk flash across her face. "No," I tried again. "Its not that, its just...a bit awkward, maybe a little. But you're here, I'm here...let's just have some dinner, go on with the date and worry about everything else later," I said, motioning for her to please sit back down. She complied.

"I would like that very much, Manjeeet," she replied, smiling demurely. "So tell me...what's a young, attractive guy like yourself doing relying on blind dates with older women?" she asked, almost teasing.

I told her about Sanjana and everything that had happened since - well, aside from Sanjana being a futanari, that is - and she was so understanding. We talked about how we both knew Arun in order for him to set us up - she had recently moved to the area from the old gurgaon neighbourhood where we had both lived after the divorce, and she got a job working at the same company he worked for - and all sorts of other things. From everything and anything under the sun. We talked for hours about music and philosophy; about the future, about the world, about politics; I told her about the backpacking trip I was planning, she told me about the backpacking trips she took in college to Nainital to walk the Haridwar and to Dehardun..and so much more besides. We had talked for hours but the time seemed to go by in a breeze. We continued talking and drinking long into the night after our meals had finished, and we had missed both the Three Stooges revival and the desert tasting menu as the bakery was closed by the time we realised what time it was and the restaurant was closing.

Neither of us wanted to go our separate ways just that moment yet, however, and after sharing two bottles of wine between us, Joginder asked me back to her apartment. I was originally hesitant, because I knew I would rather go to bed with Sanjana, or at least a futanari woman like her, but I had enjoyed my time on our date, and knew that if we wound up sleeping together, at least this sex would be fun and meaningful, if not as kinky as I was now used to.

When we got to her apartment, she gave me a quick tour and then beckoned me to sit on the couch in her living room, as she freshened up.

"Can I get you anything before I go? Beer? Water? Coffee?"

"Water would be great, actually," I said honestly.

"Bottles of water are in the fridge, second shelf. You'll see them," she said, indicating with her hand towards the kitchen and the fridge which was directly in my line of sight thanks to her open floor plan.

"I'm going to go freshen up," she said, "I'll be right back" she said, before kissing me, hard, on the lips.

As she left to do that, I grabbed a bottle of water, cracked open the top, and began to drink the cool liquid. She had been taking a few minutes so I began to wander around the living area aimlessly looking at the art and photographs that adorned the wall.

"Like what you see?" I heard a voice behind me ask, and I was about reply that I didn't know art but I knew what I liked, when I turned around to catch her gaze and saw the most beautiful sight I thought I'd ever see.

Joginder was standing behind me, legs spread shoulder width apart, completely naked - unless you counted the hungry look in her eyes - and stroking a massive ten inch cock surrounded by dense forest of black pubic hairs that swung between her legs.

I was so surprised and shocked by the sight - I never would have guessed in a million years; though the same was true about Sanjana - but also the boldness of it that I was stunned silent for a moment. Even at her most aggressive and dominant, Sanjana never would have been so up front, confident, and casual about this sort of thing. I have to say though, that it was one of the hottest things I'd ever experienced.

"Well? Do you like what you see?" She asked again. "Arun told me that you and I would be a good fit, sexually. He told me you'd be into this sort of thing, but he didn't tell me why...I take it Sanjana was a futanari, like me?"

"Well, no one is like you, Jyoty," I replied, finding my voice again

"Aww, you're such a charmer," she said, smiling. Still stroking her cock, she continued,

"But she was, wasn't she? A futa?"

"Yes"

"Did she fuck you?"

"Yes"

"You liked it, didn't you?"

I simply nodded in the affirmative.

"I'm a top-only girl. Do you know what that is?"

I had a sneaking suspicion what it was, but I shook my head no because I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to know for sure.

"I think you do, Manjeeet, but I think you want me to tell you anyway...its okay, I'll humour you," she said, laughing lightly as she stroked her cock lightly. "It means that when I have sex, I don't get fuck, anywhere, ever. It means that when I have sex with someone, it means that they suck this big dick and I fuck them. That sounds hot to you, doesn't it?" she asked, almost taunting me.

I nodded in the affirmative. Yes, yes it did sound hot. Especially the way she said it.

"Do you want to have sex with me, Manjeeet?" she asked. "Do you want to suck my cock and let me fuck you deep?"

"Y...y...yes," I said, stammering in nervousness and excitement. I couldn't believe this was happening.

She smiled a bright smile that could have lit up the entire room.

"Good, cos I want that too, Manjeeet. I want it so much. I wanted it since I saw you in the restaurant earlier today," she said, dropping the cock out of her hands and approaching me. She kissed me, deeply and hard, but also passionately. When she pulled away, she helped me get out of my clothes as quickly as I possibly could.

When I, too, was naked, she started slowly stroking her cock again, though this time she was much closer to me than she had been before.

"So...you wanna suck my big dick?"

All I could do was lick my lips and swallow the nervous lump in my throat.

She smirked devilishly.

"I'll take that as a yes. Good, now why don't you get on your knees and put that pretty mouth of yours to good use...this cock isn't going to suck itself, you know," she said, pushing me down by my shoulders so that I sunk down onto my haunches until I was eye-to-eye with her cock.

I hesitated. Licked my lips.

"What are you waiting for? Blow me," she said, grabbing her dick by its base with one hand and the back of my head with the other and forcing them towards each other with a power I didn't know she had.

The next thing I know, her fully engorged head, as well as about a quarter of her already-big and only partially-hard dick was in my mouth, and she released a low, guttural, almost growl-like moan of pleasure as my desires took over. I used my tongue to trace small circles around the head and up and down the shaft as I sucked her for a few moments, encouraging her to get harder and bigger in my mouth. After a few moments, I pulled her cock out of my mouth and exclusively used my tongue to flit over her, starting with the tip of her head, all the way down her shaft, and making my way all the way down to her big, hairy, rough, and heavy ball sack. I did this several times, teasing her, making her excited, showing her that I knew exactly what I was doing and knew exactly how to make her feel good with her cock in my mouth and down my throat. After several minutes of this teasing I heard her growl, and almost whine, in pleasure. I knew that a dominant girl like her could only handle so much of such teasing before she took control of matters in her own hands - and I really wanted to do this myself, rather than her taking control - so I quickly placed my fingers as far deep down my throat as they would reach, in order to produce some more spit and saliva, and spit on her cock, before plunging it as deep into my mouth and down my throat as it would go.

I continued to bob my head up and down on her cock like this, working as much saliva into it as I could. After all, if I was going to give her head, it was going to be sloppy and enthusiastic, not half-assed. Her cock was long, about ten inches, maybe slightly more, and thick too, probably about two inches wide, at least, though, so that made it a bit difficult.

"Oh yeah, suck it nice and wet and sloppy, just like that," she said as I was bobbing up and down on her. I had still only taken about a little over half of her down my throat, but I could already tell that she was really into it, and if she continued to dirty-talk to me like that when I was blowing her - Sanjana had never really been in to dirty talk - well, let's just say I was going to find as many reasons and ways as possible to ensure she kept talking dirty to me.

"That's right, give me nice, sloppy head," she was saying to me as I pulled off her cock to spit on it.

As I stroked the spit along her shaft I replied,

"That's the only kind of head I give, sloppy and enthusiastic...otherwise, why bother?"
She smirked and laughed wickedly and replied,

"Well then, don't let me stop you, randi...get that mouth of yours back on my cock"

I didn't have to be told twice, and I returned my mouth to her dick giving her an increasingly sloppy and wet blowjob, working more and more of her cock into my mouth and down my throat.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned a few minutes later. "I seriously think I need to find Sanjana and thank her for helping you tap into your inner cock-randi...because...oh fuck...no one has ever sucked my cock as good or as greedily as you, my eager little cock pig..."

That only got me more excited and turned me on even more.

"Oh, shit...you must really like it when I humiliate you and call you randi like this, don't you?" she asked

I tried to answer, but my reply was muffled by the fact that I had eight and a half inches of her ten-inch cock down my throat.

"I asked you a question you craven little fuck-randi," she said. "Show some respect by taking some control of your addiction to my cock and pull your dirty little mouth off of my cock long enough to answer my question"

"Yes," I replied simply

"Yes, what?" she asked

"Yes, Jyoty, I love it when you talk dirty to me and humiliate me, it turns me on like nothing else," I said, truthfully, and leaned forward to try to put her dick back in my mouth but she held my head just out of reach of her.

"Good...but that's not what I meant"

"No?"

"No"

"Then...what did you mean?"

"I want you to call me Daddy"

"What?" I asked, incredulous.

"You heard me, randi"

"But...but why...I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that"

"Because its what I like to be called during sex, is all. There's nothing creepy or weird to read into it, I promise, Manjeeet," she said, breaking character, but only slightly. "I'm confident in my femininity and womanliness and sexuality enough to admit that yes, I have a big cock and I like to use it, and yes, I fuck dominant and aggressive, I am way more masculine than you or my ex husband and I like being called as a man names in bed that reflect that...and the one I prefer the most is 'Daddy'. I have bigger and stronger cock than you so I am man here.
Is that...is that too weird for you?" she asked demurely. "Is it something that you'd at least be willing to try with me?"

I thought about it long and hard for a few moments. It was certainly weird for me, having never experienced anything like that before, but it made sense. And her explanation was certainly valid and made a lot of sense; it also did away with a lot of my immediate weird feelings. In fact it kind of made a lot of a weird sort of perverse sense. Lots of guys, myself included, when they're fucking girls with vaginas, like the feeling of power of that kind of subtle domination, and often do similar things, or slap her on the ass and ask her "who's your daddy?"...it only made some kind of perverse sense that she was a dominant, aggressive, top that she'd have the same kind of desires. I slowly nodded in the affirmative.

"Ok, I'll...I'll try it," I said nervously. "But if I start feeling gross or uncomfortable, it stops, okay?"

"Thank you, baby, that's all I can ever really ask," she said tenderly, leaning down to kiss me passionately for several minutes. When she pulled away, she was back in her dominant character.

"Now, I believe you were in the middle of answering a question, randi"

"Yes...uh...yes...Daddy," I said. "Yes, I do like it when you talk dirty to me and call me as your wife. It turns me on"

"Just like I fucking thought, you dirty little whore," she said, shoving her dick back in my mouth. "Suck my fucking cock, you little randi...suck me off so that I can dump my cum all over your face and turn you into my wife like I always wanted to do with Mr. Chadha but he run away," she said, as she placed both of her hands on either side of my head and threaded them into my hair, which she then proceeded to grip firmly as I bobbed my head up and down on her cock, and she proceeded to meet my bobbing head halfway by thrusting into my throat with her hips.

"Yes, that's right randi, suck Daddy's big cock...all the way down you little whore that's right, just like that..." she would say as she thrusted into me and I bobbed my head down on her massive length. Eventually, my throat relaxed enough, and her cock was wet enough to the point where I was able to deep throat her - my chin touched her balls and my nose her jungle of pubic hair.

"Oh fuck yes," she growled out in a low voice. "Deep throat my big fucking cock. Yes, show Daddy how much you love her big monster...holy shit, Arun was right, you are the best greedy little cock sucker I've ever fucking had gobbling on my cock," she said, before I had to come up for air.

I spit all the saliva and spit that had accumulated in my mouth on her cock as I went.

"You like the way I suck your cock, Daddy?"

"You're goddamned right I do"

"Do I give you the best head you've ever had, Daddy?"

"Well, its certainly fucking up there...but the jury's still out on whether or not it's the best yet...in the meantime, randi, why don't you shut the fuck up and put that mouth to better use and get back on my cock?"

She didn't have to tell me twice. I spit on her cock as I went and took her all the way down my throat again, whilst she held the back of my head in place and my lower jaw open with the other hand and proceeded to fuck my face like it was a pussy.

She proceeded to fuck my mouth for about ten minutes, maybe longer, before I felt her tighten up and her pace quicken. I knew she was close. Then, all of a sudden, without warning, she pulled her cock out of my throat, pushed my head back with one hand and commanded me,

"Keep your fucking mouth open, randi"

The next thing I know, I hear her orgasm. I was a low, guttural, growling sound - almost masculine, but still inherently feminine in nature - which she growled out in caveman-like sounds, no words, as rope after rope after rope of her hot, sticky, thick cum landed all over my face, for nearly a minute. It was one of the longest orgasms I had ever experienced, on either side. When she was finally done cumming on me, my face was a hot sticky mess, covered in the sheen of the plastering of cum my face had received from her.

After a few minutes, she had finally caught her breath. Eventually, she was able to speak.

"Holy fuck, Manjeeet," she began. "You can really suck a dick...you are such a dirty little whore," she said.

"I guess that's true," I said, wiping the cum from my eyes.

"But that's good," she continued. "Because as you can see, I'm still hard as a rock, and I really wanna fuck...what do you say about letting me fuck that tight hole of yours?"

I hesitated for a moment. She was much bigger than Sanjana had been, even at her most excited.

"I don't know..."

"I don't know,what?"

"I don't know...Daddy..."

"That's better"

"Like I was saying, I don't know, Daddy. You're much bigger than Sanjana ever was...I'm scared you might do some damage"

"Oh, I'm gonna do some damage," she said. "But not the medical kind, like you're thinking. I promise I'll be gentle, at least until you get used to it..."

I hesitated for a further moment, before giving in to my desires.

"Alright, I guess...as long as you fuck me good"

"Oh, Manjeeet, you won't ever have to worry about that," she said. "Now why don't you lube up my cock with some of your saliva, so I won't hurt you when I fuck you?"

I did as I was told and after I had gotten her cock nice and wet for a few minutes, she pulled me off of her, stood me up, walked me over to her desk which was in the corner of the room, and pushed me forward onto it.

"Open those smooth legs for me," she said. I did as I was asked.

"You ready for this Manjeeet? You ready to get fucked?" She asked as he lined her cock-head up with my star and began to tease me.

"Yes," I gasped.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy...please fuck me," I said.

"Well, since you asked me so nicely, who am I to deny a randi their pleasure?" She said, as she thrust inside of me. I screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. It hurt, but it hurt so good.

"What happened to going easy on me?" I cried. "You went in all at once!"

"Yeah, sorry about that," she said, genuinely sounding contrite. "I lied. You're just too tight and too willing and hot...I can't control myself," she said. "I'm a bull, and I fuck like it..My ex runaway but I hope you're ready to get fucked, because here...we...go..." she said, and began thrusting powerfully into me.

She fucked me for the next several minutes the same way, and it hurt, but the pain eventually gave way to extreme pleasure as my insides got used to her, and she began to start massaging my spot with her cock. At first, all I could hear from her was grunts and groans of pleasure.

"My god, you are so fucking tight," she said eventually, as she gaped my asscheeks open around her cock. "Didn't Sanjana ever fuck you?"

"Of course she did," I replied, myself gasping in pleasure as she massaged my prostate with her cock. "But she was a lot smaller than you are, and she didn't fuck me like this"

"Well, don't you worry, she was younger and I am punjabi by nature randi," she said as she thrust into me. "I'll dick you down real good...you'll finally know what it feels like to get fucked by a real futa"

She slowly started fucking me harder and faster, though each time she changed intensity or speed, she gave me time to get used to it. She was certainly very talented at topping and making it a pleasurable, rather than painful, experience. I had never felt pleasure like I had when she was fucking me.

Eventually as she started speeding up or increasing intensity, she would start getting more and more aggressive and dominant as well.

"Oh fuck yes," she growled, as she slapped my ass. "You like this big cock, don't you randi?"

"Y...y...yes, D...D..Daddy," I cried out in gasps of pleasure in between her thrusts.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's hot. That's right," she said, as she fucked me harder and faster. "Call me Daddy when I fuck you...that's right, you little whore..."

I could barely see or think straight, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head due to the pleasure of her long, powerful, intense strokes of her cock as she pounded me hard, fast and deep. I gasped out an incomprehensible jumble of sounds in a moan, but that was it.

She pulled my hair with one hand as the same as she slapped my ass, making me arch my body in just the right angles to hit all the right spots perfectly.

"I told you to call me Daddy when I'm fucking you, randi," she growled at me. "What's my fucking name?"

"Da...da...duh..."

She slapped my as and pulled my hair again, harder this time.

"What's my fucking name, whore?"

"Da...da...da..duh..."

She pulled my hair back, hard, and wrapped her free hand around my throat, as she continued to plow me, with rough, long, and deep strokes.

"What's my fucking name, you worthless cock sleeve?"

This time, I managed to form full words.

"Daddy," I moaned.

"What was that? I didn't hear you?"

"Daddy," I moaned, louder this time.

"One more time?" she teased.

"Daddy!" I screamed.

"That's fucking right," she said, slapping my ass again. "When you're blowing me or I'm fucking you, my name is fucking Daddy..i am the man you are my woman.you got that, randi?"

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned.

"That's what I fucking thought," she said, slapping my ass again. "Now tell me, randi...who's your Daddy?"

"You are"

"What was that? I couldn't hear you?"

"You are," I groaned in pleasure. I felt like I was going to pop any minute, even though Jyoty was nowhere near finished.

"Who's your fucking Daddy, randi?"

"You are"

"I didn't hear you," she said, slapping my ass again. "Who's your fucking Daddy?"

"You are, Daddy!" I cried in exquisite, torturous pleasure. "You are, Daddy!"

"That's fucking right I am, randi...and you like when Daddy fucks you like the bull she is and treats you like a breed cow cum receptacle, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy"

"Oh fuck yeah, that's right, randi...tell Daddy how much of a dirty whore you are," she said, picking up speed and brutality even further, and fucking me as if both our lives depended on it for several minutes before she spoke again.

"Oh fuck yes, you love this big dick in you, don't you, you little cum bucket?" she tanted.

"Yes, Daddy, I do," I manage to ground out between waves of pleasure.

"That's what I fucking thought, you little randi...you love the way Daddy fucks you, don't you?"

"Yes...yes...Daddy"

"You love that Daddy's a big, strong bull and you want her to breed you, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy"

"You love the idea of me dumping my seed inside you, don't you? You want me to fuck you until I get you pregnant, don't you, you little whore?"

"Yes, Daddy...please breed me..."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you, randi? For me to knock you up...you'd love to carry my seed and have my babies, wouldn't you, you filthy little whore?"

"Yes, Daddy...please get me pregnant...I want to have your babies..."

"You'd just love that, wouldn't you. You mothers son impregnated by one of her best friends...so naughty...I bet you'd love that, you fantasise about that, about going to your mother's house and telling her that one of her best friends fucked you, and that you're carrying her baby..."

"Oh, yes, Daddy...please..." I cried, the pleasure was overwhelming and her dirty talk was so good.

"Yeah, you'd love to go home and tell her how you slobbed and gagged all over my cock, and how I slapped you in the face with my dick, before I bent you over and had my way with you like the bull I am, and that now her first grandchild will be the product of one of her best friends and former neighbour fucking her son..." she said, slapping my ass and pulling my hair, as her thrusts got more and more erratic. I could tell she was going to cum soon.

"Yeeeees...Daaaaaaaaddy..." I moaned as she fucked me.

"Yeah, I would too," she said, pulling out. "But not today, randi. Come finish me with that wet mouth of yours," she said, pulling me off the desk, and back down onto my haunches, by my hair. No sooner was I back down to eye level with her cock, did she shove it straight down my throat again.

I had only been sucking her for a few moments when I felt her tighten up inside me. I knew she was about to come and I made to pull my head off of her so she could blast my face again, but I found my head held very firmly in place by her hands.

"Don't you fucking even think about moving, whore," she growled out, before a few seconds later my mouth was filled with a hot, sticky, salty load of her cum as she growled out another orgasm.

"Oh fuck yeah, randi, take my cum...take it, you whore, yeah, swallow my fucking babies..."

I did as I was told and greedily swallowed down her cum like a craven greedy cum randi.

"Holy fucking shit, Manjeeet, that was hot," she said. "You are one kinky little cock randi," she said, finally going soft, and rewarding me with a passionate kiss.

Jyoty invited me to stay the night, which I readily accepted; most of the rest of the night was pretty uneventful, however. We had a snack and a few beers, as we had both worked up one hell of an appetite after that, we watched a movie on Netflix and cuddled on the couch for a few hours before turning in to go to bed. Jyoty fucked me once more before we finally went to sleep, and I gave her morning wood another session of sloppy enthusiastic head the next morning before she went to work and I headed back home to change and head to the library for the day.