It’s Not My Fault – Part 5

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I couldn’t believe despite cumming so many times this man was still hard. Maybe I was not seeing it properly but this was unusual… I entered the outhouse with Shyam following right behind me.

I looked around tossing a few boxes but didn’t find what I was looking for. I got further irritated because just last month I had bought a fresh set of gardening tools. So Shyam was right when he said he didn’t find it.

I turned to him and warmly said “Shyam I am really sorry for shouting at you earlier. I am irritated because I bought all the stuff just last month. So it had to be here only. God only knows where he has kept it”.

He too very sweetly replied “it’s okay madam, it is not your fault”. My outhouse isn’t a very big place but still has a lot of stuff dumped there including old furniture. We both spent some time scrounging the place but didn’t find what we were looking for.

Then Shyam looked at the attic and said “madam maybe we need to look there” pointing at the attic. I looked where he was pointing to and a lot of stuff was dumped there. I tried but couldn’t reach it.

Shyam pointed to a wooden stool and said “madam you please get on this so you can have easier access”. Before I could think or say anything, he picked up the stool and kept it in position. This stool wobbled horribly.

I shrieked “Shyam you don’t expect me to get on such an unsteady stool. What if I fall”? Shyam confidently replied “you don’t worry about that madam. I will hold the stool perfectly steady for you while you are up there”.

I had read a sex story with the exact same setting and that led to an erotic sexperience. This gave wings to my imagination and also the encouragement for me to try it. My arousal was already beginning to grow.

Shyam had already seen me practically naked and I had seen his fat black cock so there was nothing which we didn’t know about each other. I looked at him and said “fine Shyam. I am only going to get on this stool because I trust you”.

He eagerly nodded yes with a wide smile. Shyam squatted on the floor holding the stool firm with both hands while I climbed on it after placing my hands on his shoulders for balance.

While climbing on the stool, I momentarily lost my balance and ended up with my big tits pressed in his face. Fuckk…this felt so damn good and arousing making me let out an involuntary Ahhhhhhhh…

Shyam quickly asked “madam… madam are you okay”? I just nodded yes feeling embarrassed and stood up on the stool. I looked down below and found him smiling eagerly while looking up at me.

Then it struck me I was without bra and panties now. So while looking up Shyam had a perfect balcony view of my naked pussy. My loose t-shirt would give him a perfect underside look at my big naked tits.

A shudder ran thru my spine sending my arousal to newer heights. Unknowingly I had lured him creating the perfect setting. I got busy looking for the tools and suddenly the stool shook a bit. I grabbed the edge of the attic and screamed.

I said “Shyam please hold the stool steady or I will fall”. Even before I completed my sentence, Shyam was standing with his arms firmly around my upper thighs. He said “you don’t worry madam. I am right here holding you so I won’t let you fall”.

His touch on my bare thighs made my body tremble like a strong earthquake because not even my earlier boyfriends had ever touched me there leave alone Ramesh. I nodded okay and turned my attention back to the attic.

I looked below and saw Shyam’s face less than an inch from my crotch only separated by my skirt. My arousal was uncontrollable now and my pussy was leaking crazily.

There was no doubt now that Shyam could smell my leaking juices from over my skirt from such closeness. That attic sex story in the similar setting replayed in my mind sending my arousal soaring even higher.

His palms which were gripping my things now started gently caressing them. My pussy watered uncontrollably, my back arched, my body shuddered with sexual tension and excitement. Now I felt something press against my crotch.

I looked below and Shyam was pressing his face with his nose against my pussy from over my skirt. Just this was enough to bring me close to my next orgasm. Shyam grabbed this chance and rubbed his face hard against my crotch.

I grabbed the edge of the attic hard and screamed “stop Shyam, what are you doing”? He didn’t answer and continued grinding his face harder and deeper between my thighs. All his rubbing action had pushed my skirt higher.

His hands which were around my thighs earlier, were now firmly cupping my naked butt cheeks squeezing them like he was kneading dough. All this caused my skirt to rise further higher exposing my dripping wet naked pussy to him.

I could feel his hot breath directly hitting against my bare pussy. His nose was rubbing against my sensitive clit. This itself sent tidal waves of pleasures coursing thru my body. My legs were suddenly feeling weak.

My knees felt like they would give way anytime. I tried to hang on to the attic with every ounce of strength I had left. Then I felt something warm and wet against my clit. Fuckkk… Shyam was licking my clit now teleporting me instantly to sexual heavens.

My ultimate fantasy of having my pussy licked was finally coming true now. May not be in the best possible way but still it was happening when I was least expecting it. My pleas to stop him fell on deaf ears.

Shyam now had his face between my thighs slurping on my pussy juices. He murmured “madam the aroma of your juices has been driving me nuts all day, even god cannot stop me from enjoying your tasty juices now”.

I realised I was now almost squatting involuntarily on his mouth while still holding on to the edge of the attic with one hand. My other hand was in his hair trying to push his face harder to my dripping went cunt.

My legs had given way don’t know when. Soon my legs were barely touching the stool now. I was fully resting my weight on his face and it didn’t seem to matter to him at all.

Shyam was carrying me on his shoulders firmly holding my buttocks, with my pussy fully resting on his mouth while slurping eagerly on my juices. Fuckkk... This felt so heavenly that I stopped protesting.

I surrendered myself completely to the pleasures this man was giving me. The only side thought running in my mind was if Shyam was also going to rape me in the heat of this moment like my husband did on my honeymoon night.

The heat of his tongue entering my most forbidden place which had remained sacrosanct only to my hubby till date felt exhilarating... Impossible to describe properly in words...

Maybe this is exactly what I had read in those sex stories where the women enjoyed mind blowing orgasms... My impending orgasm now burst thru me like a nuclear bomb blanking me out.

I have no idea how long I was passed out but when I came to my senses, I was lying on my back on an old sofa which we had discarded months ago. Shyam was still between my thighs spread wide slurping noisily on my naked pussy.

I looked at my t-shirt and it was still fully in place so he had not touched it. He was busy licking my entire pussy crack from my clit to my butt hole. This was driving me crazy again with rapidly escalating arousal.

I was beyond shame moaning loudly to the actions of this man. Each time his tongue pleasured my clit “AAHH UUUHH YESSS… UUUUUUHHHHHHH…” would escape my mouth. I had just orgasmed and still could feel my next one getting close.

Fuckkk… I was so much enjoying having my pussy eaten like this. This was my first time and my ultimate dream come true. If there was one thing I could ask from god, then it was for this moment to never end…

Each time his fat warm tongue would enter my pussy, I would let out a loud “Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh… Fuckkk…This feels so fucking gooooodddd…” Then as if this wasn’t enough, Shyam pushed one finger inside my leaking pussy while he nibbled on my clit.

This pushed my over the edge making me scream "UGHHH! Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! UUUUUUHHHHHHH! I'm cuuummmmmmingggg!!!”.

My orgasm exploded thru me with much greater intensity that the last one making me squirt generously like a fountain. Shyam only held me tighter while he slurped on every drop of liquid that flowed out of my pussy.

Today I had seen stars in broad daylight thanks to this man. A few minutes later Shyam stood up wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He then wiped the rest of his face with his shirt and looked at me.

He said “madam I am sorry and you can fire me now if you want. But I have no regrets relishing your tasty nectar. It was worth the risk and the time I spent between your legs”. I got up and sat correcting my skirt.

I was beyond any shame now with this man. Instead I was so much in love with this man to have given me an experience which I will never forget… An experience which had remained an impossible dream till now.

I calmly replied “Shyam what happened has happened, just forget everything and make sure this does not repeat...”. He nodded yes knowingly. I continued “and make sure no one knows or hears about this or my life will be ruined…”.

He again nodded yes putting up a serious innocent face. I am sure we both knew that this was never going to end… This was just the beginning of the life which I have been craving for… I left from there headed to my house.

On the way I asked him to clean-up and join me for lunch. I didn’t bother to clean myself or change my clothes because staying like this felt really different and arousing. Shyam served up his plate and turned to leave.

I asked “Shyam where are you going? Sit here and have your lunch with me”. His eyes were looking at the floor all the time. He replied “madam please let me do what I am doing. It is best for both of us...”.

He left with his plate while I was too caught up trying to make sense about why he said that. While eating my lunch, I was reminiscing the awesome day I had so far also experiencing so many out of the world orgasms.

After my lunch I settled on my sofa and message my friend. I told her everything which had happened. I also told her that somewhere in my back of my mind, I was feeling guilty for having done everything which I did today…

Especially the last encounter with Shyam… She replied saying this was all normal because it is my first time… She said this was going to happen again and to be mentally prepared and look forward to enjoying it without any guilt or regrets…

I told her I was worried if Shyam would end up raping me like my husband did on my first night. She replied yes it was a possibility but it was still in my hands…

If I willingly participated with him then it might turn the tables and make it one of the most memorable sexual encounter which I would ever enjoy… My breasts were beginning to ache now and I didn’t know why.

I was worried and decided to a see my doctor asap regarding this. Just then I heard my baby girl cry. I went to my room and sat with her on my lap. I was breast feeding her with my t-shirt fully drawn up.

If Shyam was going to watch or not didn’t matter to me now. A minute later he knocked on my door and said “madam I found the tools you were looking for…”. I replied “very good Shyam. Where did you find them”?

He replied “madam…in the same attic…”. I almost screamed and said “Shyam how did you even get up there”? He calmly replied “madam I used the same stool…”. I panicked even more with fear and said “Shyam you first come inside”.

He replied while still standing outside “madam I can’t… because you are feeding your baby”. I irritably said “Shyam I know you have already watched me twice since morning. So stop the drama and come inside now”.

I was surprised about how easily I said this but I just did. Shyam took and few moments and then stepped inside. His face was lowered with his eyes looking at the floor. I calmly said “Shyam look at me first”.

To Be Continued…

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