Exotic or a hot couple...

The story presented below was written at the request of a girl. But for some reason, the story did not meet her expectations. According to her, there is too little sex, lust, and depravity in this story. She wanted more depraved scenes, more unusual expressions in sex...

Maybe there really is too little? But I tried. The story was written for a very long time, and with great effort! In the end, what came out is what came out!

I think that by presenting my humble little story for the readers' judgment, I can get an objective assessment of this opus.

So, ladies and gentlemen, read and share your opinion!

Exotic or a hot couple...

... the main

character grabbed a pistol and fired randomly into the darkness of the doorway. A bandit fell out from there with a groan...

"Igor! Son! Go get some bread!" — my mother's voice tore me away from the exciting detective novel. — "Otherwise, the fresh bread will run out!"

"I'll go now, Mom!" — I regretfully put the book down.

The bakery is only two minutes from home, you wouldn't even have time to smoke a cigarette.

Leaving the house, I met two young women, one of whom I knew.

Abhilasha Thakur was my neighbor. But I didn't know the second one.

Both were Indian women. Very exotic women. Surely in your understanding, Indian women are dressed in traditional Indian clothes, like those colorful saris with lots of jewelry.

I hasten to disappoint you, both were dressed in evening gowns. And the dresses were very beautiful. Gold jewelry was also present, but quite in a modern style. Earrings, a few rings, and chains.

"From some party, probably?" — I thought, since it was still morning.

"Ikkhar privet!" — in a velvety voice, and as always, horribly mangling Russian words, my neighbor greeted me.

Ikkhar! That's what she called me, she just couldn't pronounce my name correctly.

"Hello Abhilasha!"

We kissed like old friends.

"This is my friend, Madhvani!" — Abhilasha introduced her friend. — "Ikkhar!"

"Very nice."

She silently nodded.

And I tried to avert my gaze from the neckline of Madhvani's dress. The breasts were just right! Something to boast about!

"Ty sichas oshen zanyat?"

"Not really, I want to go to the store."

"Come to me?" — Abhilasha looked at me questioningly.

"Of course!"

"I wait for you!"

A quick run for bread, then home and getting ready, to my exotic neighbor...

Our relationship started like this a year ago. When an Indian woman moved into our building. A real one, from India. I sometimes crossed paths with her in the yard.

And she always smiled at me with a snow-white smile.

This exotic beauty immediately appealed to me.

Brown skin, an oval face, a high forehead, sensual full lips, a thin straight nose, beautifully arched eyebrows, and large dark brown eyes.

Long black curly hair, a lush bust, a wasp waist, and slender legs.

Well, and the thrilling curves of her hips and buttocks, gently swaying as she walked, could drive any man crazy.

To all attempts to start a conversation, she only smiled and always remained silent. I concluded that she didn't speak Russian.

A couple of months later, by chance, we got acquainted.

I'm coming home, and there's this brown woman standing by the entrance with a huge box of a washing machine.

By the way, she does speak Russian, only with a monstrous accent.

This beauty's name was Abhilasha Thakur.

It turned out that the purchased washing machine had been successfully delivered, but the movers simply couldn't get it to the fifth floor. Due to being completely drunk.

A dead-end situation. She tried calling the store, but there were simply no other movers. Well, there were, but on a late Friday evening, everyone refused to go anywhere.

I decided to do a good deed. And straining from the effort and sweating profusely, I briskly hauled this wonder of household appliances on my back. A rather exhausting task.

Try it sometime! I don't complain about my physical strength, but even I had to make an effort.

Abhilasha rewarded me for such a Herculean feat with dinner.

Of course, I couldn't refuse such an offer.

When else would such an Indian beauty cook dinner for me. By the way, she cooked amazingly. I've always liked spicy Eastern cuisine!

After dinner, I stayed the night. That night she greatly surprised me with her skills. I had never experienced anything like it. The oral caresses of a skilled woman were arousing, sex in her narrow vagina was mind-blowing, the beauty also indulged in anal. Assuming positions that even the most perverted libertines couldn't dream of. Abhilasha was extremely flexible and masterfully controlled her amazing body. I spent an amazing weekend then. We fucked until we were stupefied. Back then, she skillfully squeezed all the strength and capabilities out of me.

And ones I didn't even expect from myself.

Thus, we started a romantic relationship. Well, and I began to visit her quite regularly.

This young woman of 32 lived alone, working as a translator at some joint venture. She was married, but her husband remained in India. And in general, he was more interested in boys. According to an ancient tradition, they were married without asking for their opinion.

The spouses quickly found common ground regarding their preferences. And no one cared what each did in their own time. Although outwardly, when they were together, they tried to maintain decency...

Our relationship was more based on Abhilasha's carnal desires. It was more about the natural needs of a young organism than love. All she required from me was my sturdy cock. Of course, I understood that she was simply using me to satisfy her desires, but such an arrangement suited me quite well.

Sometimes she wouldn't call for weeks, and sometimes she would call in the middle of the night, tearfully begging me to come.

I often saw her with other men, and sometimes women, and I absolutely didn't feel jealous. Just as she didn't feel jealous of me, meeting me with another girl.

Sometimes, she even commented later on the merits of this or that fling. With one, she even dreamed of sleeping, asking me to introduce them...

"Son! Where are you off to?" — Mom, as always, started with questions.

"Just going for a walk!"

"Are you going to the fifth floor again, to your black hussy!" — Mom asked, frowning. — "Look, Igor! That black woman will marry you off to herself!"

"Mom! Stop it! And anyway, Abhilasha is a quite modern and self-sufficient woman. And besides, she's already married!"

"She's a rare slut! You, son, at least use protection, there's, what's it called... AIDS now!"

"Mom!"

"Igor! You're already 29! It's time for you to get married. Here's Arina, a sweet girl. Russian, a beauty! What more do you need, you fool?"

"Mom! Arina and I are just friends!"

"That's it, Mom! I'm going." — I kissed my mother and left...

Went up to the fifth floor. Ring the bell.

The door opened, and Abhilasha greeted me completely naked.

Her brown skin had a matte sheen. Her nipples stood out provocatively, her eyes wandered and shone moistly. Her smooth little forehead was without a single hair. And her dark labia glistened wetly from the secreted lubrication.

"Privet!" — she pulled me into the apartment and kissed me. — "We wait for you!"

Slender female hands quickly relieved me of my clothes.

And among the pillows on the white sheet lay Madhvani, also completely naked.

Like Abhilasha, the girl was magnificent in her nudity. But only between her legs was a thin strip of hair.

"Ikkhar! Now, you are ours!" — Abhilasha pushed me. — "Need, man!"

These brown furies immediately pounced on me. Two pairs of female hands began their caresses. My cock was captured by dexterous female fingers. They stroked me, kissed me, rubbed against me.

Both women were amazingly beautifully built, I had never seen such feminine figures, both had large breasts with erect nipples, lush heavy hips, and rounded buttocks.

I simply drowned in this madness.

Both muttered something approving in their language.

I, in turn, kneaded breasts, stroked buttocks, enjoying the pliability and softness of young female bodies.

My cock stood erect, impressing the women with its firmness and size...

Madhvani knelt before me, a smooth sucking motion and my cock was captured by her mouth.

Her tongue ran over the head, played sharply with the opening, and gently enveloped the shaft. The caress was very pleasant. The woman was quite skilled in such matters.

She sucked, licked, and kissed. And she did it with obvious pleasure.

Abhilasha didn't waste time, kissing me, she caressed her luxurious large breasts.

Madhvani tore herself away from my cock with difficulty and said something gutturally.

"What did she say?" — I asked, tearing myself away from Abhilasha's juicy, full lips.

"She say, your cock big! And she want it!"

I nodded.

Madhvani lay on her back and spread her slender legs wide.

I knelt before the opened woman. Abhilasha knelt beside her, with one hand she parted her friend's dark labia, and with the other she guided my cock into the juicy depth of the female body.

I entered her in one stroke, to her moans.

"A-a-aaa!" — Madhvani let out a drawn-out moan

The vagina of this luxurious woman met my cock with hot and narrow embraces.

Both froze, feeling each other. Then Madhvani made a smooth movement with her pelvis.

The cock came out, and then the woman's reverse movement and the cock was again in the hot depth. And she did this while lying on her back.

It felt like it wasn't me fucking this woman, but her fucking me!

No possibility to resist temptation. No strength to fight the overwhelming lust. And I plunged headfirst into this abyss.

I moved, trying to possess Madhvani to the full length of my cock. Eliciting cries of pleasure from the woman.

Abhilasha, throwing a leg over her friend, lowered her crotch onto Madhvani's face. And she began to caress her with her tongue.

"Au-o-o-o!" — Abhilasha moaned with pleasure.

A pink tongue flickered between the dark little labia. Abhilasha cried out and, arching, began to stroke her stomach, thighs. Knead her breasts and twist her nipples.

From experience, I knew her nipples were very sensitive.

Alas, I didn't last long. And Madhvani, by the way, either. From under Abhilasha came muffled moans, turning into suppressed cries. Her vagina convulsively tightened in a spasm of pleasure.

My balls sweetly ached, and I felt the rising wave of orgasm.

"I'm going to cum now!" — I growled.

"Want! Me!" — Abhilasha squealed, and leaning towards me, pulled the cock out of Madhvani.

The cock was freed with a squelching sound.

But only to end up in Abhilasha's greedy mouth! And then I came.

Semen poured in an unrestrained stream from the convulsively twitching cock. But Abhilasha skillfully handled the flow of seed, obediently swallowing.

"A-a-argh! Ouuuuu!" — Abhilasha moaned and twitched in orgasm.

The last drops of semen were simply smeared over her full lips, and her pink tongue greedily licked the remnants of my sperm...

... the three of us came to our senses very slowly.

Madhvani was the first to come around. Staggering, she headed to the bathroom.

The sound of shower water gurgled.

"Ikkhar! Karasho!" — Abhilasha stretched contentedly, arching her swarthy, slender body.

I stroked her large breasts.

"Where did you come from all dressed up like that?" — I asked.

"Corporate party! At work!"

"Until morning?"

She nodded. I had long learned to understand her wildly mangled Russian. Sometimes she couldn't find the right words and replaced them with English, which she spoke perfectly. But she had started learning Russian only a couple of years ago.

Now I began to kiss her amazing breasts. Her nipples immediately stood up, responding to the caresses of my tongue. I penetrated her vagina with my fingers. It was squelching.

"No!" — Abhilasha gently stopped me.

I looked at her uncomprehendingly

"Go to bathroom! Later!" — Abhilasha stood up and, swaying her hips, followed her friend into the bathroom.

After waiting a few minutes, I also headed to the bathroom.

The picture that opened before me was delightful. Two swarthy beauties in soapy foam were kissing self-forgetfully.

My cock began to show signs of life. What an erotic vision. Any impotent man would get hard, and I certainly wasn't impotent.

Without thinking twice, I went for the girls. They immediately took me in hand, rubbed me with a fragrant washcloth, stroked me, and poured water over me.

I felt like an Indian rajah!!!

And these beauties put on another show. Abhilasha took out a tube of oil. They began to smear it on their bodies. The oil flowed down their bodies, over their breasts, stomachs, and thighs. Their dark-skinned bodies shone. An almost animal sensuality emanated from both of them.

Then they sat me on the edge of the bathtub. Madhvani squatted in front of me, and Abhilasha, stepping over the side of the