1. Reminisces of my golden age.


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Mature, Author: Shermohammd, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

    the skies. We Dalit girls and women have been a sex paradise for everyone in India, be they Hindus (by and large), or Christians, even Muslim young boys. Sagar took a liking to Kamla. He became a trained clear in a posh hotel. He was Head Cleaner and controlled half a dozen both boys and girls cleaners in cleaning hotel rooms. As soon as a vacancy occurred for cleaning girls, Kamla helped me get employed. We became refined and had acquired education up to school graduation. I had very attractive and slightly puffy nipples and was youngest among all girls employees. Sagar had sex with all girls with impunity. We were born in sex culture and enjoyed it to our hearts contents. The guests in the hotel were both foreigners and Indians. One foreigner was an Arab from Gulf Emirates. He took such a liking for me that he arranged my visa and employed me as his mistress. In order to protect him from Islamic Shariah law, he married me to an Indian boy Ganga Ram. He employed Ganga Ram in a laundry and gave us working visas for unlimited period. Ganga Ram was a very poor person and he could do anything for his employer to living in Dubai. Ganga Ram fell in love with me at first sight. I took him into confidence about the Arab. He was an open minded person, though a Hindu but he was a secular person. He now had a plum job and me for a wife and running the kitchen. To share my secret with the readers, I got much more satisfaction in sex from the Arab. It was not due to his having a ...
    different kind of cock. It were my breasts and nipples. He would caress me so much and indulging in &#034foreplay&#034 by exploring all my sex spots that I would feel orgasms and adorned him. He knew it and gave me expensive gifts. Ganga Ram was just like ordinary Indians. I had to teach him with kissing and sucking my tongue; doing foreplay and praising me. We had four daughters and I taught them sex and its mysteries. They were born in Dubai and soon found jobs as house-maids with Arab families. They were aware of our Arab employer 's intimacy with me and they had seen sex from early age. I told them of our origins as Dalits. Soon they found their husbands and as we started growing old, I longed to go back home. The sudden death of Ganga Ram speeded my return. I have now bought a house and have started training young girls as house-maids. My Arab mentor arranged visas for them in various parts of Gulf Emirates. I told them to woo and seduce sexy Arabs and enjoy sex life as long as its lasts. I readily found young boys for girls-trainees and seeing the boys' throbbing and pulsating cocks my sex urge breathed a new life. I searched and found two of my school mates. They had lost their glow of youth and looked difficult to recognise. I made them stay with me and we reminisced our old golden period of life. Let me tell you before closing this story that with me my friends breathed a new life and when I made them open trousers of youngish boys, they grabbed the throbbing and quivering ...