Slowly, they stuck one finger in, pushing in and out, lubricating me with their spit. They gradually put more fingers in as I became more lubricated a...d aroused. They had four fingers in when I felt my orgasm start to build. They sensed it as well and forced their whole fist in, a pain rocking my body. "Ahhh!" I cried, tears rolling down my face. "Please, I'm not used to fisting!" They fisted harder and deeper, my orgasm at breaking point. My sweet cum spurted over their fists as I cried out in. I will be posting my sex stories on this account from now on.This story is about a horny bitch named Priya (name changed), who is a 32-year-old horny slut from Hyderabad who was hungry for sex until I met her.She loves it when I address her as ‘bitch’ or ‘slut’ and she is happy to be my personal slut. So, the story begins now. Priya is a sex-starved Indian woman as her husband does not satisfy her the way she wants. She still wants more but her husband isn’t capable of satisfying her desires.. He swallowed until he felt sick to his stomach, but still it flowed from her.He worked his tongue hoping that another orgasm would end his ordeal. She knelt over and started to suck his cock. It was like sticking his cock in a vacuum cleaner and he literally feared that the end of his cock would burst. He groaned and licked her cunt even more. Seeking her clit and finding it, he was rewarded with a flood of her juices as she came again. He sucked them down as fast as he could.Her mouth slipped. " So, what did you find?" For being a smart-ass, I'm not going to tell you." Then I'm going to have a hard time buying it for you."Cindi increases the wiper's speed. "Good point. How about I give you a hint." Fair enough." Ready," she said."As I can be." They're dark brown." A pair of squirrels." No, silly, It's a pair of boots. I saw them at the mall this afternoon." That wasn't much of a hint." Maybe not, but that's what I want. The store had one pair left in my size, so I asked the salesman.