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My name is Maaya.Let me tell you about me first. I am a 25-year-old female from India. I am 5’6″ tall and have a very shapely figure I am not married but am not a virgin either. I have a round ass and firm breasts. I am fair and have a very average size of 36c. The specialty of my tits is that it spills a lot of milk when I get aroused. It is all the time full. And I love the sight when people watch my shirt when it is drenched with milk. I also love to tease people.

I am not very keen on incest. I was not interested in my father in anyway neither in any of my cousin until lately when my sister (SEEMA) was due to get married. The guy (NITIN) whom Seema was to get married was a very decent person. And I liked him from the very first sight. He was well mannered and very decent.

There is a custom followed in Indian marriages that the bride and the groom don’t see each 15 days prior to marriage. This is to add the excitement of the couple during the first night after marriage.

As I donot have any brothers all the work of the marriage was on my shoulders. One fine day I had to go to Nitin’s house to get some invitations that had to be distributed. His house is quite far from our place; say it takes a one-hour drive. I left my home at 4:00 and reached his place by around 5:30. When I reached his place he was reading a newspaper. The paper was covering his face and so he could not see that I had come in. Just for the sake of surprising I went behind him and covering his eyes I said ” hello my dear love.” As my voice and my sisters voice are not much different he wondered it is Seema and grabbed me, rolled me over and made me sit on his lap and started fondling my tits.

Without moving his hand away from me he took my full breasts into his hand and started caressing my nipples “What the hell do you think you are up to” I screamed. He was totally pisseed off and he dint know what to do or tell.

“I am so sorry Maaya I dint mean it. I thought it was Seema.”

“It is alright Nitin I understand. Now forget what happened and go and get those invitations fast.” I replied

“oh yes Maaya I shall get it at once.just wait here.”

He ran upstairs to get the invitations. Meanwhile I saw that my breasts as they usually do started leaking and I was really shocked to see that my top was totally soaked with milk. I started to wipe my top like crazy but to add things to my misery due to the pressure on my breasts more milk started oozing out. I was frantically searching for a towel when I sensed some movement in the corner of my eye. I lifted my head and I saw Nitin standing there with a towel in his had. “It is alright Maaya you can use the towel. If u want you can also go upstairs to my room and change.”

” That would be really nice. Thanks.” I replied

I ran upstairs to change and when I entered his room I felt that Nitin was different from the other guys, his room was neat and clean unlike a bachelors room that I have seen. I started looking into his drawer and was not surprised to discover some playboys and other sexy magazines under his shirts. I was rather surprised that he dint have something bolder than that. I quickly took a shirt and wore it leaving the stained shirt in his room. Just as I was about t leave his room something caught my eye. It was his computer and it was switched on. Just out of curiosity I went to check what was there. And I saw a desi story there. It was a story about a lady showing off herself in a train. It really turned me on and without my knowledge again milk started leaking.

“Look what you have done. Now u have spoiled Nitin’s shirt too.” I said to myself.

After finishing the story I again changed into another shirt and hid Nitin’s stained shirt at the bottom of the drawer. Just as I finished changing, Nitin called “What is taking you so long there. Is everything alright?” I dint answer but just stepped down.

” Care for a drink?” Nitin offered. ” Yeah sure. I will prefer coke.” I replied.

While we were drinking Nitin asked, ” why have you not yet married?” ” Well have not met the right person till now.”

” What is the issue for a girl like you? I mean to say you are pretty good looking well educated and have good assets too. If you know what I mean.”

I gave him a mysterious stare and said, ” yeah I think I know what you are telling. But you know the person should be committed and good at heart. Say someone like you.” As soon as I said that I knew that I had said the wrong thing. “Well I am flattered. But stop joking.” he said.

“Nitin just for the sake of curiosity can you tell me if you were asked to make a choice again between me and my sister whom will you choose?”

Well I can’t answer for that question was all he could say.

Then there was a long silence between us, which was broken by him. “Why don’t you have dinner with me Maaya. It is already 7:00 and if you can wait for say another half an hour I might get some dinner for both of us.”

” No thanks Nitin my parents and my sister might be waiting I better get going before it is too late. You know driving too late is bad for girls. And that too I have to make an hours drive. So I better get going.”

Saying that I thanked him for his shirt and left his house. On the way home I was thinking about the conversation we had and was feeling happy and some amount of guilty too That I talked all this to my sisters husband.

Three days passed since this incident took place. I was at my home waiting on the dining table for my sister to come for dinner. There was a phone call and dad looked tense. He kept the phone and looked towards me.

“Can you do a small favor for me Maaya” he asked.

“Sure dad. No probs.” [**Continue reading………………………………**](

NSFW: yes

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