1. Lunch Surprise in New Delhi


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    Dia is from India, is 32, a model, actress, and producer. She was at brunch with an old friend when she felt her phone vibrate in her purse. She checked her notifications and saw my message saying I could meet with her in the early evening. She quickly answered back and said she would be at my hotel within an hour. She feels giddy and excited as she made the drive to the hotel. She had wanted to see me again so badly but my work got in the way. Dia is happy we were finally able to make the timing work out. I arrived just a few minutes after she pulled into the parking lot. She followed me into the lobby. We chatted and shared an extended warm embrace. We continue to talk and had a glass of wine. Dia should have known better, should have thought the night through. Should have kept an eye on the door, should have kept on her shoes. I'm attractive, wealthy, powerful, and interesting, but hardly knew me, and sex is not on her agenda. But she can feel it on me the whole night, and she just wanted to spend a little more time next to the heat of my lust, and that is her mistake. I asked her into my room for further discussions. Dia should have asked me to stay in the lobby. She should have called it a night. But she is warm with wine, and she went. While we undressed one another, stopping every so often to punctuate our conversation with kisses. She stood close to me to look at the documents, and honestly that is the only thing on her mind. I'm close enough to smell her sexual ...
    scent, and she smells the oak and iron smell of men She hadn't had in her nose in months. Suddenly Dia realizes if she can smell me, I can smell her. I snap her head to look at me, and the flames in my eyes told her, she is in deep trouble. Dia slides the empty glass onto my bureau, not too frightened to be careful, and made for the door without a word. I'm not confused. I snatch her by the waist of her skirt pulling her back, driving my erection into the back of her thighs, easing up the hem of her skirt with both hands..." Please don't," She said, clearly. She tore my hands away and made another lunge for the door. I seize her by the shirt and threw her on the bed with terrifying ease. Dia rolls onto her belly crawling fast for the other side of the bed, but I'm on top of her in an instant. Two-hundred-twenty pounds of flesh above her – I pin her arms like a wrestler. All she can do is squirm, and every movement lifts up her skirt a little more..." Let go... let go of me..." She whimpers. " You know you want me. You want me inside you." " I don't." " You don't?" I ask, pausing. She breaths with relief. I'm going to let her go..." No. Please, no." " If you don't want me, you won't be wet, will you?" I ask. Dia shudders. My weight bearing down on her, it is difficult to breathe. I shift my weight to one side to pull her skirt around her waist, leaving one thigh exposed to the air. She whimpers... She feels my hand travel the inside of her thigh, and she knew what it would find...I ...
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