I believe sex should always be consensual and never be forced upon a woman.I also submit stories given by my readers with my own added spice and make ... hot story out of it. So this story was given by one of my readers. His name was Altaf from Bangalore. He pressurized me to publish this story under my name, and hence I’m doing. So coming to his story as usual in his own words.Hello everyone myself Altaf, a 23-year-old boy from a middle-class family from Bangalore. I work in a finance company as. Samantha opted to rest, while I was full of energy, unable to imagine what the day of a Vice President consisted of beyond briefings and appearances. My temporary Chief-of-Staff, Jason Whittaker, had set an itemized itinerary on a table just outside the bedroom door, and the cook had delivered a pot of piping hot coffee, a selection of pastries, along with fresh fruit and other tempting delights.Rather than keep Samantha awake, I picked up the big tray and carried it down to the rear of the. Whatever she has or hasn’t seen, my plans will render her knowledge irrelevant.From the floor of a nearby closet he produced a bulging satchel. Checking to make sure the contents were intact, he turned and passed through his hidden doorway, giddy with the surety of impending triumph. He would discover all her secrets ... not just the ones she’d tried to steal from him ... and he’d turn each and every one of them to his advantage.Éowyn’s fleeting victories in her punishing battle with sleep were. Mijn pik was hard geworden van dit geile tafereel en voorzichtig deed ik mijn rits open, ondertussen zag ik dat juffrouw zwartjes in haar witte BH en jarretels de onderbroek van mijnheer Vermeulen naar beneden trok en hem begon te pijpen. Wat geil was dit omdat ik dit met mijn vriend Paul ook had gedaan en dus het gevoel kende maar ik had nog nooit een pijpende vrouw had gezien behalve in seks boekjes, langzaam begon ik ook met mijn pik te spelen want er was al behoorlijk veel voorvocht.