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# This is the story of how it all started with Taslima Aunty.

At the time of this story, I was 21 years old, a university student nearing the end of my degree, and looking for an internship.

Taslima Aunty is a divorcee in her early 30s who moved to our neighborhood about 2 years ago. She had been in a horrible marriage for a few years. Her husband and in-laws were terrible towards her, and her husband took custody of her two kids in the divorce.

She was looking for a fresh begin in a new country with a new environment. She lives alone and doesn’t have many friends other than the neighborhood ladies, especially my mom, as both are from the same district in Bangladesh. As it was our custom not to call elders directly by name, I affectionately referred to Taslima as ‘aunty’. Taslima Aunty visits our home often and stays long hours, keeping my mom business. Often, I would return home to discover the two ladies sharing childhood stories or watching TV.

To describe Taslima Aunty, her body is like a gentle mountain, with perfect peaks and ample valleys. Her curves were both gentle and powerful. Her thick waves of black hair were pulled into an immaculate bun that seemed to defy the laws of gravity or tied in a long plaid that would swing over her big, firm ass. Her ass jiggles under her dress as if beckoning for you to touch it. Her ass is a sight to behold. Watching her sit on the couch, you could see her sari pulled tight across her ass, displaying its full curvature and size as if teasing you. Then, when she stood up, it was like a firm peach, perfectly round and full.

Big and heavy, when she walks, her boobs wobble in rhythm as if having a conversation back and forth with each other. They have a shapely silhouette, with the skin appearing even a soft pink.

Her hair smells of every spice in the world all mixed into one, a pleasant musk that would make you salivate.

As time passed, I too became close to Aunty. I would visit her to help her with her household chores. I would often hug her and kiss her cheeks, and we would speak to each other adoringly.

A few months after she moved in, she developed the idea to begin a small company to support herself. She started a website to sell and deliver Indian clothing and jewelry in the local area. She would procure the merchandise using her past contacts in Bangladesh. The company began to grow, and she was doing well in turning her life around.

One day, I returned home and heard my mom and aunt talking in the kitchen. I went in to say hello. They mentioned to me that Aunty is unable to keep up with the workload of the company and that she needs help. I wondered about it and offered myself. I was looking for an internship as part of my degree, and this would be a great opportunity. Both my mom and aunt readily and happily agreed.

So, I started working with Taslima Aunty at the tiny office she had rented out. It was very hectic, but very fun work. Aunty was very experienced and professional, having done a similar job in Bangladesh. At the end of the day, Aunty would ride with me on my bike back home and sometimes even join us for dinner if we had worked too late.

The incident I wanted to distribute happened a few weeks after I began my work with Aunty. It was another typical, hectic day, and we were preparing for the first Eid since Aunty started her website. As we were unusually late, Mom called to check on us if everything was alright. After completing the day’s work, we headed home.

Halfway on the road, it began to rain, lightly at first but growing in intensity very quickly. I was riding slowly to be safe on the wet roads. By the time we reached her building, we were drenched from head to toe. We rushed into her house, dripping water from our clothes. As we got in, we started laughing like little kids. The rain had absolutely refreshed us.

She said, “Wait here. We are dripping water all over the floor. I’ll get some towels.”

I watch her as she walks away toward her bedroom while releasing her hair from its tight bun. Her sari clings to her body, molding to every curve. It is drenched from the rain and reveals almost everything about her magnificent figure. Her round, bubbly cheeks bounce beneath the wet fabric. The sheer pink sari clung to her plump flesh and outlined each individual cheek, tracing every subtle curve. Her soft flesh jiggles ever so slightly as she walks, and at first glance, it appears that she has on a skin-tight bodysuit. As she disappears behind the door of her bedroom, I am jolted out of my trance, and I feel like I have forgotten to breathe in the last few seconds. I feel a little awkward thinking I was staring at Aunty’s ass, but the image of her jiggling derriere is imprinted in my mind’s eye.

Aunty quickly returns, holding a towel in her hand and wiping the water from her face. She handed me a thick cotton towel as she tucked strands of her loose hair behind her ears, cheeks flushed. I felt my rapidly hardening cock strain in my wet clothes, so I hastily grabbed the towel to cover it up. As she vigorously dried her locks with her own towel, I couldn’t help but stare at her heavy breasts bouncing inside her clingy sari blouse and the distinct outline of her bra beneath the fabric. My eyes were transfixed on her quivering cleavage. The rough material of the towel rubs against her cheekbones, which are pale and pink as if she is blushing. As I watch her wipe her neck and shoulders, my gaze falls to the delicate lines of her neck, and each time I notice them, I get a little lost in their soft curves. Her heavy breasts shake slightly inside the tight cotton blouse stretched across her chest. My eyes drift along the curves of her breasts, and I struggle to keep my eyes on hers when they meet mine. Her skin gleams indescribably beneath the thin fabric of her sari, as if it were glowing.

She looks at me and realizes that I am only holding the towel and dripping water on her floor.

“Why are you standing so awkwardly, little one? Dry off the water. If you catch a cold, your mom will scold both of us.”, she says looking at me with concern.

I tear my eyes from her heaving boobs and look into her eyes, still frozen with embarrassment and awkwardness. My silence gets her worried, and she steps closer to me. I can smell the perfume on her clothes and the lotion on her skin.

“Shanto, what’s wrong? Why are you so quiet?”, she says with growing concern. “Give me the towel. I will wipe you down”, she moves to grab the towel I was holding at my crotch.

The inevitable happened. Her palm rested on the full, throbbing thickness of my erection through my wet shorts. She gripped it instinctively, but then paused for a second to recognize what she held in her hand. Hot blood rushed through my body, and I caught my breath as I felt myself growing even harder and thicker under her touch.

My heart pounded frantically against my ribs. Our eyes met in a mesmerizing encounter that seemed to last an eternity. I wanted to hold her gaze, but my arousal betrayed me and took away my self-control. My eyes dropped down to her wet cleavage between her breasts, which strained against the thin cloth above her nipples, forming two perfect circles with the dark outlines of her nipples visible within them.

She followed my eyes and looked down at her wet body, looked down at herself to notice how transparently wet her clothes were and how they accentuated the swelling curve of her breasts and the column of her neck. As she watched the water drip from her hair and brush against her nipples, rising and turning them into hardened pebbles.

Her eyes reflected the conflicted thoughts that were raging through her head: desire fought against her morals and her embarrassment. Arousal dripped from her like a melting icicle on a warm summer day. Her gaze looked into mine, and the sexual tension hung in the air like a mist over a lake. She didn’t let go of me yet; she was trying to reach some decision inside herself. Suddenly, she gave in to her carnal needs and pulled my face to hers. Her lips crashed into mine, releasing pent-up passion and hunger as she kissed me harder and deeper than I had ever kissed before. My dick throbbed at the raw power of her kiss and wanted more of it. I kissed back just as passionately and felt the electric thrill between our bodies. My arms enfolded her to bring her closer, pressing my chest against her hard nipples and feeling their pleasure through our clothing. Her grip tightened on my shaft as she wrapped her other arm around my neck. I could feel her body trembling with desire, and her grip on me was tight as she pulled me close. My hands explored her body—the shapely softness of her ass, the slim curves of her waist, the smooth expanse of her back, and the firm roundness of her heaving boobs. Her skin was so soft and smooth that it felt good on my palms. My fingers brushed against her nipples, and she gasped in pleasure. As I played with them, they hardened even further under my touch. Our bodies were intertwined as if we had been designed to fit together perfectly.

We finally pulled away, but our gazes were locked. We stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments before we started to break away from the trance and take action. We slowly started to undress each other. My hands were trembling with anticipation as I peeled off her wet sari from her ample bosom and then began to unbutton the tight blouse. The heat from her heaving boobs seemed to be burning my fingers. She unfolded the cloth at her waist, and the sari and blouse fell to the floor in a wet heap. She undid the knot of her petticoat, and it joined its comrades on the floor too. She stood in front of me in a gorgeous pink lacy bra and matching pants. I was awestruck by her unwrapped beauty. She, however, did not want to waste any time and stripped me of my shirt and pants, releasing my hard cock from the confines of my boxers. She gasped upon seeing it swing out and then smiled at me. Our lips found each other again in an urgent kiss, and this time it was filled with passion and desire. She gasped as I lightly bit down on her neck, sending shivers through her body.

We gradually made our way toward the bed, and as soon as we reached it, we fell into a passionate embrace. My hands moved up and down her body as she moaned softly with pleasure. Our tongues moved together in an intimate dance, their tips tapping each other lightly before eventually entwining completely. We moved them in a passionate swirl, exploring each other with deep, hungry kisses.

My lips caressed her cheeks, savoring the slight tang of salt on her skin. I moved slowly down to her neck, kissing and licking my way along her collarbone. My tongue found its way around her earlobes before trailing down her shoulders, leaving moist trails in its wake. I could feel the warmth radiating off her skin and smell her enticing perfume, its sweet aroma lingering on my tongue as I kissed my way down to her chest. Her large breasts felt soft, with a slight sag in the middle—the signs of age that only made them more gorgeous. Her breathing quickened as I stroked up and down across her sensitive nipple. The tip of my tongue slid back and forth over her hardened flesh until it was wet with my desire. As I suckled on one of her nipples, my hands teased and massaged the other. I could hear her heart pounding against her chest so loudly that I could feel it beneath my fingers. Her hands were exploring my back while I worshiped her big, milky boobs. Every pull at her nipple was met by another moan from deep in the pit of her womb. My mouth explored every inch of her chest before continuing downward, leaving a trail of kisses until I reached the point where two firm thighs met in a thin line at the top of her pussy mound. One hand rested on each thigh while my face lingered over her treasure, inches away but still hidden from sight.

She was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen. Her pubic hair, which was a few days old, framed her glistening light brown pussy lips, semi-parted and inviting me. An aroma of roses and citrus with a hint of sweat filled the air, driving me to dive in. Lust and awe erupted inside me. I began to lick her pussy with slow, long licks from the bottom of her mound to the top, gathering her sweet, tangy juices on my tongue. She groaned in pleasure as I spread her lips and flicked my way across every sweet inch of her, teasing her hard clitoral area with the tip of my tongue until she wrenched at the sheets, clawing for relief. Then I began delving inside her, plunging my tongue into her deepest depths and sucking out all her nectar like a man dying of thirst. She gasped and moaned, shaking like a leaf in a storm, as she grabbed a fistful of my hair and ground my face into her throbbing mound. I spread her lips aside while massaging her tight folds with my thumb. Her hips bucked wildly as I flicked my tongue over the surface of her soft cunt flesh. She arched her back and clamped my head between her shapely thighs as she neared her orgasm. My tongue lapped at her clitoris, tasting the sweet nectar that flowed freely from her body. Her skin was hot and slippery with desire, and it was easy to slip a finger inside her warm pussy. She gasped and moaned as I stimulated her with my fingers and licked and sucked on her sensitive little button furiously. The warm, musky scent of her love filled me as I felt her pussy walls quiver and pulse on my tongue. Screaming out in pleasure as her body shuddered uncontrollably, legs splayed wide open, hands gripping the bed sheet above each knee. Her mouth was open but silent; eyes squeezed tightly shut; muscles bunching up beneath smooth skin; nipples jutting defiantly towards the painted ceiling overhead; she came undone—gushing forth a flood of juices that surged from within and onto me like an ocean wave crashing upon the shoreline. Her juices flowed over my tongue and down my throat, intoxicating me further as I continued to pleasure her with my tongue. Seconds stretched into minutes as she gently descended from heaven back down to earth. Her body relaxed, and she lay still with her eyes closed after several more deep breaths. I moved next to her on the bed and gazed at this goddess who had just given me such incredible pleasure.

She turned towards me, and her eyelashes brushed against my cheeks. She smiled, pressed her lips to mine, and kissed me in a way that lingered on long after the kiss had ended. I felt her breath course over my lips, tickling them with the promise of more. Her firm breasts pressed against me as we cuddled together on the disheveled bedsheets. She turned towards me, laid her head on my shoulder, smiled, and kissed me on the cheek. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest as we cuddled together on the disheveled bedsheets.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered. “I think you’re pretty amazing yourself,” she replied.

We lay in silence as the rhythmic patter of rain filled the air around us, our warm, naked bodies pressing against each other. Her smooth legs were draped over my own, and her hands were tracing lines on my chest. Her heart beat against mine as we listened to the rain coming down a nearby window. She just stopped time on years of self-pity and mourning, finally being able to be happy again — but now she had no idea what to do with that happiness. She was naked in bed with a boy thirteen years younger than her, who also happened to be the son of her best friend. She didn’t want to betray anyone: herself, me, or my mother.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring, and I slowly rose, looking for it. I realized I had left it with my clothes in the hall and rushed to answer the call. I was surprised it was still working after getting wet, but I guess I was lucky. It was my mom calling to check where I was, as it was nearing midnight. I returned to the bedroom with mom on speakerphone, so Taslima aunty could hear too. Mom was worried about the two of us. Aunty smiled at mom’s concern. I informed her that we got caught in the rain, but we made it safely to Taslima aunty’s house.

“When will you be back?” Mom inquired.

“I am absolutely exhausted. Also, it doesn’t seem like the rain will stop anytime soon. I think I will stay the night here. I can sleep on Auntie’s couch. I will come home in the morning.” I replied.

“OK. Don’t trouble Aunty too much and obey whatever she says,” mom instructed me.

“Sure mom. I will.” I said that and hung up.

Aunty was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling mischievously at me. I looked at her curiously and asked her why she was smiling. “You are a grown man, standing there naked. Have you no shame?”, she taunted me, smiling widely. With what transpired during the last 30–40 minutes and my call with mom, I had forgotten that I was naked. I immediately realized I was standing naked in front of Aunty, and a wave of self-consciousness and embarrassment washed over me. My cock had softened a bit in the last few minutes, when we were lying quietly, and my cheeks flushed a little at being uncovered. Aunty reached out and pulled me gently toward her until my hands touched her bare shoulders. She looked into my eyes and smiled. Her soft fingers wrapped around my 7-inch cock.

Her warm touch sent delightful jolts of electricity through my body, and my cock began to engorge quickly. I looked down at Aunty as she gently stroked her fingers over the hardening shaft, feeling every ridge and every vein, teasing my glans and urethra with her thumb. My balls tightened in response. I released a few drops of cumin, which she licked clean from my tip. She crinkled her nose playfully and grinned. Suddenly she kissed my cock and began to suck it into her mouth, licking the tip with her tongue as she tasted me on her lips. Her ministrations intensified as she took more and more of my shaft into her warm, wet mouth, her lips encircling my hardness tightly. My cock seemed even larger than usual in her mouth, but that might have been because of all of the anticipation. I squeezed the back of her head for balance so I wouldn’t collapse from pleasure. I wanted to hold out as long as efficient before completely surrendering to this experience. New and unprecedented sensations were flooding through my brain and body. Aunty was now bobbing her mouth on my cock, taking it in as far as her throat comfortably would allow, her hand jerking me off relentlessly as if competing for speeds with another hand in some frenzied race. One hand jerked my length that didn’t fit in her mouth, while the other hand fondled my aching balls as they swelled in their sack under her tender touch. My breathing became heavy, and I felt a tightening of muscles throughout all of my body, indicating an impending orgasm. Waves upon waves of pleasure tore through me like an earthquake. My cum boiled in my balls, surging towards the release point only a few strokes away. My body began to stiffen, and the muscles coiled like springs inside me. My ass cheeks clenched in time with my heartbeat, and I could feel my scrotum tightening against my shaft. A soft moan escaped from my lips. My body was convulsing with pleasure, and I felt the sweet release of my climax approaching.

In a split second, aunty did something that I had rarely seen done: she squeezed tightly on my shaft just below the point where my cockhead flared into fullness, withdrew my cock from her mouth, and denied me the orgasm that I desperately yearned for. My balls rolled up tight against the shaft of my cock, but there was no explosion inside their fleshy prison; instead, an incredible sensation of pleasure akin to sexual shockwaves gripped my body and held it taut, rocking every nerve ending in my body to its core. Obeying some primal calling, I slammed my hips forward, seeking to impale Aunty’s mouth with my desperate cock. My knees buckled, but she held her hand in place with willful determination. My eyes pleaded with her to let me climax, but she only smiled lewdly back at me, caressing my pendulous scrotum between her fingers and feeling my pulsating meat twitch in her fist.

She knew what she was doing; she knew what I wanted more than anything. Her face lit up with mischievous enjoyment of my torture and denial. I begged her to stop and begged for her pity, but she firmly held my sore cock in place, the hot tip of my penis nestling on the crease where her soft breasts met. No amount of thrusting could budge her hand from its divinely punishing hold. Her fingers pressed torturously into the length of my shaft, holding my cockhead in a tight squeeze. I was powerless to do anything but stare at her magnificence as she smiled back at me, gliding her eyes across my face as if to imprint each feature so as not to forget. She only laughed softly when my writhing became too much to bear and continued to gaze deeply into my eyes, forcing me to submit to her will. I could feel my orgasm retracting and diminishing as the seconds passed away, and I was left breathing heavily, my heart pounding like it wanted to break free of my chest. My cock twitched, quivered, and drooled globs of clear caustic onto Aunty’s naked cleavage. Several minutes passed before I regained some of my composure and simply looked aghast into her eyes. She only smiled lewdly back at me without releasing her grip on my cock.

“What was that for? Why didn’t you just let me cum?” I asked in a low voice, barely able to catch my breath.

Aunty didn’t answer but gazed deeply into my eyes, as if seeking to read every bit of emotion that I was feeling. And then she stood up and kissed me deeply and passionately, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I could taste the remnants of my own cum in her kiss, and it sent shivers down my spine, intensifying the already overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through my body. It felt like she was claiming me as her own, like she had finally found someone who was only hers. She had to impose her dominance over me and make me submit to her will. She had to own me. My emotions ran haywire, but I wanted it too much to fight back. A voice in the back of my head told me to just give in to her and make her happy. The need for her suffocated me with anticipation of what she was gonna do next. I didn’t want to disappoint her. As I kissed her back with equal passion, she felt stronger than me. It wasn’t natural, but it felt so good to surrender control to her.

When she finally pulled away, she gazed at me with a satisfied smile. “You are mine now; you know that, right?” she asks assertively. I had never seen this side of her. She seemed like a completely different person. I couldn’t speak, but I managed to nod. I was feeling a mixture of emotions: pleasure, relief, embarrassment, and satisfaction. As I stood there meekly, I realized that I had just crossed a new boundary. I had just experienced something I had never done before.

“Soon, you’ll learn to appreciate this type of torture,” she whispered softly in my ear, as she slowly gave my cock a few strokes. The sensitive skin of my cock was set aflame, and I tried to stifle my moan.

“There, there, my dear boy. There is nothing to be embarrassed about,” she said, leading me by my cock towards the other room. “Let’s go see if we can find you a place to sleep.”

I followed behind her to the living room, stepping over our piles of wet clothes and watching her pendulous ass cheeks sway from side to side. She naughtily pushed me onto the couch.

“You told your mom that you would sleep on the couch”, she laughed.

I was lost for words as she turned and walked away towards her bedroom, my eyes following her ass. I looked down at my hard, throbbing cock, glossy with her saliva. My mind was reeling at the unexpected turn of events, and I hid my face in my hands dejectedly. Why had Aunty stopped me from cupping? What did that mean?

Aunty had dominated me in a way that I had never experienced before; she had denied me the release that I desperately desired. My cock was still throbbing from the intense pleasure, and my balls were still sore from her tight grip. The only thing that would make me feel better was if I could But even if I did, what would happen to me afterwards? Would Aunty still want me? Would she punish me again? I knew I’d have to get used to this sort of torture if I wanted to enjoy her business in the future. I was her property now, and she could do whatever she pleased with me.

I was lost in these incredulous thoughts for a long time. Suddenly I felt her standing in front of me and looked up at her face between her bare boobs. From my sitting position on the couch, she seemed to be towering over me, and it made me feel so small. She smiled warmly, put her hands on my shoulders, and leaned me back onto the couch. She straddled on top of me, facing me, positioning her knees on either side of my waist, and sitting her heavy ass down on my lap. I could feel her pussy resting on my thigh; the wet heat felt scorching on my skin. My hard cock was trapped between us. Her soft hands tenderly caressed my face; she pressed her forehead against mine, looking into my eyes with earnestness and affection. Then she kissed my forehead and my lips.

“I’m sorry, I just got a little carried away. I know that you’re not used to this,” she said apologetically. I could feel my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. She must have seen the uncertainty and fear in my eyes. She took my face in her hands and softly said, “There, there, my boy. Don’t worry. Everything will be just fine.”

And with those words, I finally succumbed to her will and surrendered to her dominant nature. I could only nod and rest my head against her chest as she rocked me back and forth, comforting me with her presence. I didn’t know what to make of all of this, but I knew that I trusted her. I knew that she would take care of me.

We lost track of time as we held each other in a warm embrace. Aunty’s boobs were mashed against my chest. My hard cock was leaking cumulus again, evidence of the residual arousal from Aunty’s blowjob earlier in the evening. Aunty’s pussy was wet and hot, leaking her sweet juices onto my thighs.

Finally, aunty pulled away from my embrace and looked at me seductively. “I’m not finished with you yet,” she teased me. “I want you to cum.”

I said softly, unable to take my eyes off of her, “But why did you stop if you wanted me to cum?”

Aunty chuckled softly and shook her head. “I do want you to cum,” she said. “But I want that release to be all mine; I don’t want you coming just because I’m jerking you off. “What are you gonna do to me?” I asked nervously, averting my gaze from hers. She leaned close to my ear and whispered softly. “Let me fuck you, son,” she said. Her hand slipped between us and encircled my cock.

I gasped at the sudden sensation of her warm hand gripping my hard shaft. She began to stroke me slowly, her strokes long and languid. Her other hand gently rubs my balls, ever so gently, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. My cock aches for release, but Aunty is taking her time with me. I can feel my resolve melting away as the pleasure builds in my loins.

“Aunty, I don’t think-”

“Shh,” she said, silencing me with a finger to my lips. “I promise you that I won’t hurt you. I’ll be gentle.”

Her voice was soothing, and it calmed the fears that were still swirling in my mind.

She held my cock at the entrance of her dripping pussy, swiping the tip across her wet pussy lips, spreading her natural lubricant across my shaft. Her hips dipped down until the tip of my cock was nudging against her opening. She slowly moved her hips down onto my cock, inch by agonizing inch. My eyes locked intently on the expressions on her face, and my cock deliciously stretched her tight pussy walls as it ventured further into her depths. Finally, when I was fully inside her, she sat still for a few moments with her eyes closed, allowing herself to adjust to the welcome intruder. She slowly started to ride, increasing the length of her strokes little by little. I could feel every bump and ridge on her pussy as she rode me, each movement sending electric shocks through my body. Her pussy was a constellation of pleasures, so wet and tight; it felt like nothing else in the world.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw your cock,” she admits breathlessly. “You’re just so beautiful and sexy. It was so hard to control myself.”

I moaned softly as she started to fuck me harder. I reached around and gripped her heavy ass, kneading and massaging them. Aunty bends forward, placing her boobs in my face. I take one nipple in my mouth and start sucking it strongly while massaging the other. I feast on the two magnificent boobs in front of me, making Aunty moan louder. The sofa cushions are digging into my backside, but I didn’t care. All that I focus on is the exquisite pleasure that is coursing through my body. The sensation of Aunty’s tight pussy sliding down onto my throbbing cock was overwhelming; it feels like nothing that I’ve ever felt before. My cock had never felt so stiff and erect. And I swear it was getting harder by the second; I could even feel the veins pulsing with throbbing pleasure.

She was an animal in heat, screaming obscenities at him. “Fuck your dirty aunty, Shanto. Fuck me all night long. Fuck my pussy till I beg you to stop!” she screamed at him, in throes of passion.

I can only moan in response, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that fills me. Her pussy is wet and hot and heaven on earth. She leans down and kisses me, her tongue slipping past my teeth. Our mouths fuse together as she moves faster and harder on top of me, her body slamming down onto my cock with every thrust, her big ass cheeks smacking against my thighs, filling the room with the sound of flesh slapping flesh.

As she took me deeper into her, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I let out a shaky breath, gasping at the feel of her pussy moving up and down my shaft. I can feel my orgasm building and spreading through my body like wildfire.

“Aunty,” I gasped as she began to ride me harder, “I’m going to cum soon.”

She paused for a moment, allowing me to come down from my high. “Good,” she said softly. “I want you to cum inside me.”

Her hand slips behind her, and she massages my scrotum gently. I feel the pleasure building in my balls, and the intensity of it grows with every jolt of her hips. I can not hold back any longer; I’m seconds away from cumming.

“Aunty,” I plead, “please don’t stop.

“Cum for me, baby,” she says softly. “Please cum for me. Fill my pussy with your cum.”

My entire body goes tense as my orgasm builds inside me. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore; all I can focus on is the intense pleasure that is overwhelming my senses. Aunty’s breathing became labored as she moved faster and harder on top of me, bringing both of our bodies to the edge of orgasmic bliss.

“Aunty,” I groan, “I’m gonna… I’m cumming…”

She responds by slamming the hot walls of her pussy down onto my cock, fiercely impaling herself on me as she rides my shaft, sending us both into new levels of ecstasy. The feeling sends shockwaves through me, and my mind goes blank with pleasure. I’m driven to new heights of ecstasy faster than I wondered efficient. Her hot flesh is like a vice around my cock as she cums. I feel waves of wet heat flow down my hard shaft as our orgasms mingled and exploded like a supernova inside her pussy. She held me perfectly still as her orgasm rode out, her pussy walls tightening and pulsing onto my cock and her nectar spilling over into streams that ran down the length of my cock, down my balls, and dripping onto the couch below. But Aunty wasn’t done with me yet. No sooner had she finished cumming than she lifted up on my cock, using only her own muscles for leverage. Then she slammed her pussy back down against my crotch, forcing my entire length deep into her with a single, forceful thrust. I explode inside her with a roar, pumping pulse after pulse of hot cum, flooding her waiting depths. She keeps moving her hips in a steady rhythm, milking my cock while squeezing my balls until I’m completely spent. As my thick, hot seed flows into her waiting pussy, she collapses against me with a satisfied grin on her face.

I was flooded with intense sensations, and it took a few minutes for me to calm down enough to speak again. She was doing amazing things to my cock. It felt so warm and sloppy inside her.

“That was amazing,” I panted, trying to catch my breath.

“That was unbelievable,” she says breathlessly. “You’re amazing.”

We cuddled in the same position, as we barely had any energy left in us to move. My cock, finally able to release its load, began to shrink slowly. Her pussy clung to my shaft, reluctant to let go. Aunty let out a sigh as my soft cock plopped out, allowing the mixture of my seed and her nectar to ooze out of her tight hole.

I was in a daze; all I could do was sit there and enjoy the afterglow of Aunty’s dominance. My breath began to calm, and I looked at Aunty. She was resting with her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed, and a soft smile on her glowing lips. I could not believe it. Here I was, naked in bed beside the most gorgeous woman I had ever met: Taslima Aunty. My mind raced to make sense of the situation. She stirred from her stupor and smiled up at me as she kissed me again. I ran my fingers over her skin, tracing the curves of her curvy hips and ass. She shivered at my touch.

“Are you okay?” she asks softly, with concern in her eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”I blink a few times, trying to clear the fog from my mind.”It was amazing,” I tell her truthfully, to reassure her. “Thank you.”

She smiled at me and kissed me lightly on the lips. She pulled my head into her soft boobs, holding me in a warm hug. She kissed my forehead and cheeks. She stroked my face, looking deep into my eyes to see who I really was.

“You’re perfect,” she said, “and I’m so glad I was able to show you how amazing you are. You obeyed my every command without any complaint. I’m so proud of you. “Aunty, I never wondered this would happen. I never expected any of this,” I replied softly, “but I am glad it happened with you.”

We lay there quietly, listening to our heartbeats and our breaths mingling. Suddenly, she jerked up and looked down at me with an anxious expression, and I could see the doubt in her eyes, locking me in a deep stare that seemed to penetrate my very soul.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her nervously as I try to sit up straight but can not move much as Aunty is straddling me.”Shanto,” she said after several seconds of silence, “was this the first time you had sex? Were you a virgin before today?”

I was momentarily taken aback by her sudden question, but eventually I hesitantly answered, “Yes”. Aunty stared at me for a few moments, seeming to weigh her next words carefully.

“I’m glad you’re a virgin,” she finally tells me, “because that means you are pure and innocent. You don’t have any preconceived notions about sex or romance, and that is a valuable commodity. As your aunt, it is my duty to teach you about sex and relationships, but I am also a domme. When it comes to sex, my needs and pleasures come first. I will make sure you learn how to please me. And when you do, I promise you will be rewarded. Remember, you belong to me. You are mine to have and keep.”

I nodded. Aunty smiled, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and stood up. I watched her boobs bounce slightly as she stretched her arms over her head. Her nipples were still hard and looked so delicious. The aroma of our sultry sex wafted in the air as our combined juices flowed slowly down her fair inner thighs. She looked down at her pussy and smiled widely, saying, “I love the mess you made in my pussy.”

She slid two fingers in her sopping-wet pussy, scooped up a gob of the sticky nectar, and sucked it off. “Mmm.” She smiled at me with a wink. She turned and walked off towards the bathroom.

Aunty’s words sink in as I sit there, processing what she just told me. What did she mean by “when it comes to sex, my needs and pleasures come first”? Would I have to do things that I didn’t want to do? Aunty had said that I was hers, but what did that mean? How would she use me? These were all questions spinning through my head. I can not believe this is happening. I had just lost my virginity to the most gorgeous woman I know, and she transformed me into her slave and made me her personal sex toy.

It slowly dawned upon me: this wasn’t just some cliched, ordinary affair born of carnal desires. This was something deeper than that—something more binding and essential. She was my new reality—my new home away from home. And as surreal as it may seem, I knew that I needed and wanted this relationship with Aunty. There is no way I’m turning back now.

I lay there for a few minutes, lost in my thoughts. My mind was at peace, and I felt content and complete as if Aunty had filled an emptiness in my heart that I didn’t even know I had. Her words still reverberated through my mind. I belonged to her. She was hers to have and keep. I smiled to myself at the wondered. Her commands had a magnetic effect on me, and I found myself eagerly awaiting her next instruction.

Aunty returned, fresh from her shower, with water beading on her hair and bare skin and a towel wrapped around her waist.

“What are you thinking about, little one?” she asked me sweetly, seeing me smiling to myself. I stood up and pulled her close to me. “I’m scared,” I admitted, “but I’m also excited. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’m not sure what to expect. But I trust you, Aunty. I know you won’t hurt me.”

She smiled at me, her eyes scanning my face and reading my emotions. I could feel the heat building in my cheeks as she studied me. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. I followed her obediently, willing to begin this new journey with her.

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