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My Experience in a Tailor Shop

My close friend Asha recommended me a tailor shop to stitch modern blouses. There the tailor and his nephew seduced me slowly and fucked me nicely.

I am Rosie in my 28. My hubby and I were very rich. So, often we had to go out for conferences and meetings. By nature I am very beautiful. Adding more sugar to a sweet my dress code made me more beautiful and attractive. I was updating my dresses also. I always used latest design blouses. So I was seeking for a ladies costume designer. My Ladies club friend Asha recommended me a designer shop.

I went there and introduced myself. A young man Peter, of 25 was the owner and a boy of 12 by name Benny was his nephew. I couldn't believe myself hearing that Benny y was only 12 years old, That was because he looked like a 20 year old youth. Both were wearing just lungies only.I gave Peter a model blouse to take measurements and the new cloth to stitch. I said to him that I was in need of an ultra modern blouse. Peter saw the model blouse and laughed, saying that the blouse was in 2 years old pattern. He asked me to sit on the chair and give me a catalog.

When I was seeing the catalog Peter stood behind me and peeped his head , above my shoulder that too very close to my face. He touched my finger and moved it on the design. The scent smell from his body, the touch office cheeks on my face and the touch of his hand on my finger give me a chemical change in my body. Taking that for granted, he inserted his right finger into my blouse arm and moved. He admitted and moved his four fingers inside the back portion of my blouse. I thought it was the duty of a tailor.

So taking that as an advantage, he removed the front part of the saree. He pinched the blouse part just above the nipples using his hands. Along with the blouse the nipples were also pinched. and pulled. That gave me a shock. But he simply said that the blouse I was wearing was very loose.

After that he told me that he would give me another blouse which should be very tight and attractive for me. Without getting my permission he just removed the blouse. Hoping that wearing only the blouse and not the inner would help the tailor to take proper measurement. I was sitting with my bare body showing him my boobs.He simply said that that would help him to take exact measurements. He took a tape and started to measure. He preserved the tape on my boobs and narrowed it pressing my boobs. He asked me if that was tight enough or he had to lose the tape. That induced a sexual emotion in my body and I did not understand what he said.

Then he tried to take arm measurement. When he was taking my shoulder measurement, he caressed my armpit. He sadly asked me why I was not in the habit of shaving my armpits. In further he asked me won't it be an ugly one to show my armpits like wise when I was using sleeveless blouses. Innocently I told him that the day morning only I shaved my the lower part. He simply carries my four hand on the armpit. I felt that it was rough only and the hair was not removed properly.

He said that he was having a racer bought from Singapore and if he shaved my armpits using that razor, my arm pit would be like a flower's softness. He simply shaved both my home and made me to touch them. Of course they were a soft yes the petal of a flower.

He said, "Ma'am you told me that you had shaved the lawyer part also. Let me see that also whether it would be ashraf as your armpits." He simply removed away my saree and my petticoat. Yes I was standing stark nakedly.

His words and deeds mesmerized me strongly and so I did not deny any of his actions. One hand carriaged my pussy and the other hand moved on my thighs. He said that my shaving was not proper and so there were more hair on my pussy. He started shaving there also.

Just in 2 minutes, he said that it was very inconvenient for him to bend and shave my pubic hair. Saying so he just lift me gently and laid me on the table. Peter asked binni to hold my hands. I closed my eyes and waiting for the shaving. Meanwhile binny removed his lungi and came near me nakedly. His penis was touching my lips. I turned my head and saw his penis. Oh my God it was some 10 inches long and 4 inches around like a log. It was so attractive that I got it inside my mouth and started munching and sucking it.

Meanwhile Twitter completed the shaving and set that my pussy was as chubby as a bun. It was more beautiful than myself. He added that as soon as he saw me, he was spell bounded and speechless,seeing my beauty. My pussy, looked for him like a halwa piece having a cut in the middle and a cashew nut in the middle. He asked my permission to lick it and bite it. Without any hesitation he licked and bit my pussy. He licked my clitoris many times.

I had my full orgasm and the viscous liquid flew out like a fountain. The more he licked, the more it came out. Peter sucked all the liquid and swallowed. I couldn't control my passion at all. I shouted loudly, "You rascal Peter I can't tolerate and wait anymore. Please plug in your little brother inside my pussy". Peter thanked me a lot and started to fuck me nicely. I moved my head on either side and prattled meaningless words. After some 30 minutes we both touched the peak and hugged each other tightly.

Peter came down and asked Benny to fuck me. With extreme joy Benny mounted on the table. I also was eagerly waiting for that chance. I wanted to have that crowbar like penis, well inside my pussy and have a super fucking. The log like penis of Benny struggled hard to invade my pussy. But Benny plugged in inch by inch and succeeded in sending it fully inside. He started fucking me in a nice way and I got immense pressure.

I went there for one work, but the two fellows seduced me to the most and I gave me immense pleasure to remember until my death.

Dear readers! This is Aruna your sex story writer. As usual I request you to write and give your comments and suggestions via my mail ID

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