BEYOND THE BORDERS 3 YUSUF AND SRIDEVI

 I'm not sure. Really. That morning, when I awoke - that Friday - all I could think about was sex from the moment I drank my first cup of coffee until I sent Arjun off to work. I sat down on the bed, and one thought kept breaking through the sexual haze that had settled over my thoughts that morning: Yusuf. His cock in my ass, his cock pelting my pussy. I'm sipping his juice.

For the love of God, I chastised myself. I pretended I hadn't even seen his rod; for all I knew, it was thin and little, and I knew he was a terrible lover. However, the notion persisted in assaulting my senses. Maybe it was because they were leaving that my thoughts about Arjun of Yusuf fucking me were difficult to believe. I'm not sure. I honestly have no idea.

The morning passed in pain, and when Arjun arrived for lunch, I instructed him to go ahead and eat while I sucked sweetheart dry under the table. After he returned to work, I slept off, and it was in this sleepy drowsy state that the idea came to me.

I waited after printing the eight pieces of paper with four 'YES' and four 'NO' on them. I wasn't sure I had the fortitude to finish the assignment. But when I saw them, I saw the hunger in Arjun's eyes as he looked at Aliya's swaying ass - a wonderful ass, I might add, one I'd like to expose and lick myself - and I saw the flash of lust in Yusuf's eyes as he looked at my cleavage and then turned his gaze away.

I stated what I had to say, and the rest, as they say, is history. I blew a kiss to Arjun and Aliya as they climbed into the car, then got in with Yusuf. "Yusuf, drive towards the city," I said.

For a time, we drove in silence. I was growing antsy; being so close to the man I'd fantasised about for so long had made me hot and reckless. I urged Yusuf to slow down and pull over to the side of the road where there was a small lane leading to a grove of palm oil trees.

Arjun and I had been to this location previously; it was quite isolated, and no one could see us from the road.

"I can't take it anymore." I inquired of Yusuf. "Are you able to?"

"I've been waiting for a long time."

"I'd like an aperitif and a trailer," she says. My T-shirt spun around, my exposed tits jiggled for him, and his gaze was drawn to them. As my hands stretched for his crotch and checked him out, the bulge in his pants grew larger. As I felt a significant bulge, I breathed a sigh of relief. I tried to undo his pants from the position I was in and was able to, so he rushed to help me out, pulling his pants and boxers down and handing me his hard throbbing cock.

It was wonderful, it was enormous, it was slightly larger than Arjun's fatter, and for the first time ever, I touched a sliced cock in my hands, sliding my fingers around the contours and shaping it with my fingers. He jerked with delight as he throbbed. His aching said more to me than his bashful quiet. I took his hand in mine and placed it on my tit.

I plunged my lips into this beauty while he used his other hand to manipulate the lever next to the seat to push the automobile seat back. It tasted strange at first, because I wasn't used to the smooth, immaculate skin, and I was missing the foreskin and the dripping cumin that Arjun was always producing.

It's a unique cock; I suppose it had to be unique in every aspect. I went even lower, causing the cock's head to strike the back of my throat and causing me to bob up and down. He was grunting, little, repressed pleasure grunts. I worked on him, stroking the rest of the cock up and down as saliva poured down, slickening it and pushing him over the brink. I felt like a starving virgin about to take her first cock.

Humans are amusing in their own way. When we fall in love with someone, we want to fuck them over and over again, in different positions and techniques. However, after a while, even though the love, affection, and togetherness are still present, the libido begins to fade. It's impossible to describe the feeling of making love to someone for the first time. I had the same tingling sensation all over my body that I had when I first fucked you Arjun. I had no idea how much I would miss the sensation of taking your cock in your mouth and feeling it expand in your mouth as it spewed the seed.

As I felt his cock stretch my mouth wide and throbbed, I love you Arjun, but taking the man for the first time, tasting his cum, and knowing that I still have plenty of time to feel him in my ass and pussy, empty his balls was a rush I became addicted to.

I had to battle to put his cock down when he lifted his ass and plunged it into me. The sperm had a pleasant, slightly bitter, and slightly orange flavour. I drank it and licked it off of him.

We were off after a few minutes for him to gather his breath, push his flaccid cock back into his pants, and for me to clean my face adequately.

As I clutched to his arm, squeezing my boobs against him, Yusuf signed up for a premium outfit. The apartment was large, with a bedroom that could be closed off with a sliding door, a living area with a TV and a couch, and a Jacuzzi with a large bath. For a brief moment, I regretted not having arranged it as a get-together. Right now, I would have loved to have you guys here. Aliya, keep an eye on you. You should see the flush of satiation on my cheeks as I take this amazing cock.

But that was not the case; Yusuf had arrived. He excused himself, stating that he needed to use the restroom. I left him some space, waited for the flush to finish and the shower to begin, knocked on the door, and he opened it, dripping and wet. I stood in the doorway, watching him re-enter the shower. I observed him get agitated as he observed me. I gently undressed and tossed my clothes into the cubicle. I'm cleaning my body and washing my face.

How long do you suppose it took me to take care of my personal requirements while tending to his cock, which was pounding against my stomach? I backed away, still soaking wet, quickly drying the most damp portions before allowing time and body heat take care of the rest. We were kissing on the bed. His rough hands caressing my tits, his thick moustache tickling me. I was pleading with you to make it more difficult. I begged him to cool off my sweltering cunt. His finger began to penetrate my already wet pussy, spreading the lips apart, massaging the insides, and inspecting my insides.

I tell you, Arjun, your Sridevi was a horny bitch at the time, wanting to fuck this man, impale myself on him, and squeeze his sperm out. I kissed him passionately, went down and kissed his chest, bit him, and pointed him in the right direction while holding his hard cock in my hands.

I've had the experience, and while I despise it, the pain of his cock stretching my vagina to the maximum felt exhilarating at the time. I gasped and shouted as my pussy slipped over his cock. I sat there for a long time, I don't know how long, and I was delirious when he turned me around and gently saw me. I moaned and I believe I was swearing, telling him in Hindi that he was my cock and that I was his whore. That seemed to pique my interest even more. The only thing I could see, the only thing that existed at the time, was his cock.

He pushed me over the edge and led me to the edge of the cliff, where he threw me off. I fell and took him with me. I wanted him to call me names, compliment me, and tell me how great I was. I was scratching, biting, and yelling at him that he was a dog fucking a bitch.

I came for the tenth time when he came. I arrived with a lusty moan as well. I pressed my pussy against his cock and pressed my hand against his balls. He would hammer away at my delicate pussy for a long time after cumming in me, driving me insane and making me cum again.

After that, I kissed him all over, eating his cock and savouring our mixed juices. I drew him closer to my cunt, his hair caught in my grip.

"I've never done anything like this before..." he protested.

"What?" Half in disbelief, I cried. "Are you serious?" --. "It's something Aliya is missing."

He blushed, believe it or not, the big heavy pathan with a big moustache and an even bigger cock was flushed.

"I mean, I have, but before we.... before I came in her," she says.

"I am both relieved and disturbed to hear that man. I'm glad you don't deprive your sexy wife of this basic pleasure, and that you're not upset that a pussy after you've used it is a no no."

"I mean, you see, I mean," she says.

"I have no idea what I'm talking about." But let me tell you, watching your man eat you afterwards is the most enticing thing in the world. And believe me when I say that we will accomplish everything in the limited time we have. Whether it's dirty or not... Now, Yusuf, eat me."

At first, he was hesitant, his tongue barely grazing my cunt. He started to open up, perhaps he liked his own taste, or perhaps the combination of his and my juice made a good cocktail. Soon after, he began to slurp. I led him to my clitoris and forced him to suck it, clean it, and prepare it for another heart-pounding, soul-shattering assault on it. When he finally returned at dawn, both of them reeked of sex. He slammed into me from behind, making me feel dizzy.

We fell apart and slept when we were done, at least for the time being.

For the most part, Arjun, we didn't leave the room. Going out to lunch for a few minutes, then returning and fucking. I couldn't get enough of him, and I had the feeling he couldn't get enough of me either. I wished we had a week instead of two days, and months instead of days. I wished we'd broken the ice and been fucking like rabbits the whole time. Above all, I was curious as to what you and Aliya were up to. I was hoping to see Yusuf's expression when you made her scream and entered her pussy.

By the afternoon, he'd started talking while fucking.

I forced him to refer to me as a whore and a bitch. I forced him to ask for what he desired.

"Can you tell me what you want?" With his hand on both my tits and his cock pounding into me, I asked him.

"Every day to fuck you."

"Forget about it," --. What else is there to say? Say the dirtiest thing you can think of that you want me to do." He wasn't particularly imaginative, or he hadn't yet fully opened up.

"Do you know what I'm looking for?" "This is what I want to see." "You're fucked for watching Aliya." You're watching and wishing you could fuck her as well. You're standing there watching me get fucked. You're trying to fuck me. And you're so desperate for it that you ask Aliya to accompany you to the top, where you then take Aliya's ass. While you lick my pussy, which is full of Arjun's and your cum, and drink it..."

He groaned so loudly that I thought he'd been heard by everyone down the corridor.

"It appeals to you, doesn't it?"

He hissed, "Oh yes."

I got on top of him and stopped him from moving because I wanted to control the speed. I wanted to keep an eye on his cumming. I started to sway a little, just a little. I started speaking. He was agonisingly frustrated by each word. Every sentence is punctuated by a plea to fuck him.

After that, when she's satisfied like a whore, we all stand around pissing on her, each taking a turn shooting a stream into her open mouth.

"That's filthy. Please, fuck harder or let me come up."

"Shut up and pay attention."

"While you guys wait to get hard, I'll get a big dildo and start fucking her." In turn, fucking. Her pussy bleeds red as she becomes exhausted. Her pussy was completely full and overflowing. "After that, we pee on her."

He sighed.

"Do you enjoy seeing her in pain?" Huh?" "You know, Arjun, I can't seem to get over my fear of being hurt, but I enjoy watching sadistic acts performed on others; perhaps it's the fascination with those who can stand the pain." We tether her, and she begs for some time to recover. She wishes for it to be bedtime. 'Yusuf, my love, I promise I'll fuck every man on the street and lick his dick, but please...'

"You respond by squeezing her nipples."

Yusuf appeared to be amused by the sadistic thoughts as well. "You're a whore, fucking Indian whore, and you're driving me insane."

"You enjoy the thoughts, and you enjoy seeing her pleading with you."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yeassssss", He hissed and pleaded with his eyes.

"You want to invite men over to your house and make them cum inside her?" Until her thighs are completely covered in sperm?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss", Now give me a chance to cum. "Compel me to come right now."

"So, tell me what you want to do to me?" Tell me, and I'll give you permission."

"I... I... am unable to think." Please. I'll tell you more when I have more information. Okay. Please."

I believe he was in excruciating pain. I started pounding harder and slapping my pussy on his crotch, and he came running, groaning as if in pain.

But when he started talking, I started playing with him. I took the initiative and started speaking. I kept him and myself from going insane by a millimetre. Each time he came, however, he and I hit a new high note. We simply spiralled upwards. The next morning, around ten a.m., he went out for a while. We were exhausted and dog tired after sleeping until three a.m.

I opened my eyes, still a little bleary and unsure of where I was. I wanted to get out of bed, but I couldn't because I was tethered to it.

"If you don't let me go, I'll scream." I said it, a little scared and a little excited at the same time.

He stuffed a handkerchief in my mouth while holding a bunch of my hair and pulling my head backwards. I took another look, this time more terrified than excited. His large hand snatched my other hand and tethered it to the opposite end of the bed. He fingered me as he spread my legs apart.

"You talk a lot... "Now is the time to pay attention."

I struggled, and my fear was evident in my eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not going to harm you." Pay attention to what I intend to do to you."

His finger was now lovingly sliding in and out of my pussy, which had begun to moisten even in this situation, as he cleared his throat. Arjun, I'm such a whore. I wanted him to do things no one else had done before, and I was terrified at the prospect of him hurting me.

"Do you know what I'd do if I tracked you down in my village?" I'd strip you naked first, and then the people in my house would fuck you. My cousins and brothers. We'd throw you to the servants, who'd pounce on you like a pack of wild dogs once we were done."

He walked away, rummaged through a packet on the table, and came back with something hidden behind him. I was terrified as I waited.

"However, do you know what I'm going to do?" "I'm going to rip your head off right now."

My eyes widened in terror. When you enter me there, even your smaller (but still lovely) cock hurts me. The thought of this monster made me feel uneasy. He was holding a tube of KY Jelly in his hand. He squeezed some and applied it to my ass, a cold damn gel that gave me goose bumps all over.

When his finger entered, it felt like someone was ripping me apart, like a huge pole was climbing up my ass. My muffled screams had no effect; he continued to finger me, add lubricant, and finger me some more.

Arjun, Arrrrrrjun I'm ashamed because I never let you do this to me, and this motherfucker was doing it to me and I was enjoying it. I was moaning like a two-bit whore, hoping he wouldn't take that finger out of me. He was a good man, and he heard my silent prayers and added another finger. My agony increased a thousandfold, but my pleasure increased a thousandfold. I was delirious when he added a third finger.

Please accept my apologies, Arjun. I'll let you do all of that and more to me. But if he had asked me to fuck a fucking horse at the time, I would have. He used the gel to lubricate his cock. When the finger was taken out and he pushed it, he placed it on the ass who was screaming with rage. As the pain shot through my body, I screamed like a lunatic. I wanted to kick him out, but he had a vice grip on my thighs and simply lifted my ass, sinking into my being.

Arjun, I cried out from the depths of my being. Then, as if by magic, my gag fell off, and I was able to breathe freely, moan, and tell him how much he was pleasing me with my moans. I pleaded with him to untangle me and fuck me in the arse. He'd do it. I liked begging him Arjun because he made me beg.

He pounded harder and harder on the table. His staying power has increased dramatically as a result of the constant fucking. Like a rudderless boat on a stormy sea, I was cumming. My lust peaks and troughs, rising and falling until I'm convinced I've passed out.

When I awoke, he was still pounding away. My ass had opened up for him and every pore in my body was emitting fluid, it was a dream fuck. I was drooling, my nose was running, my pussy was flowing like a river, and my ass was a swamp. I was crying as well, giddy with delight.

Then he appeared, his cock growing and growing, my eyes wide in an orgasm I had never imagined possible, suspended in mid-air as he burst inside me. That's how long his cock stayed fat and twitching and jerking, I swear I could feel the throbbing cock spit red hot lava inside, and I thought for a moment he was peeing in me.

When he finally came out, he was as exhausted as I was.

We slept like animals who had experienced happiness once more.

I couldn't even walk properly for the rest of the afternoon because I was sore. In my mouth, I made him cum for me. I felt a pang when it was time to leave.

I knelt down, kissed his cock, made him suck my pussy, and promised he'd never forget my taste. I knew he adored Aliya in the same way that I adore you. I'd love to swap places with them forever, but lust reigned supreme for the two, and it was just two people happily mating.

Then I saw you, and my joy was unimaginable. I noticed Aliya as well, and I could tell by her expression that you had made me proud by fucking her with the same vigour that you fuck me with.