This is the story of Prerna, a newlywed Indian wife, who is taken against her wish on an overnight train.

HER: My name is Prerna. I was a newly married 24 year old woman. Married just three days ago, I was on my way to our honeymoon to a nearby hill station. Sitting on the lower berth in an AC 2 tier compartment of an overnight express train, with my husband sitting beside me, I was staring at my reflection in the train's huge glass window. The reflection in the glass window made me reflect on my life till then.

Born in a typical middle-class Indian porn family and being an only child, I had been raised like a princess. My mother said that I was the apple of her eyes. Although slightly pampered throughout my childhood, I had grown into a fine mature girl by the time I was eligible for marriage.

Praised for my beauty from the time of my birth, I had developed into an attractive woman after puberty. And adolescence had put the icing on the cake. By the time of my last teen birthday, I had, to put it bluntly, 'ripened' perfectly. I was medium built with average indian aunty height, very fair skin, dark eyes, and jet black shoulder length hair. My breasts were of the perfect size for my build; neither too big nor small, firm and round. My hips had grown in size at a rapid pace size my puberty; now their curves accentuated my near perfect hour-glass figure. But the icing was not the final thing; there was one more thing to top it, the cherry over the icing. My fair elegant face had been blessed with a small mole (black spot) just above my upper lip on the left side.

From an early age itself, I had been aware of my sensuality and the effect it had on men around me. Heads turned as I walked, and they stayed turned for a while. I had even won the 'Miss Fresher' title at my Fresher's Party at college; and had gone on to win 'Miss Beauty Queen' title in all subsequent annual day functions.

Having said that, I must remind you, that I had been born and raised in a typical middle-class desi porn family. That meant almost nil interaction with the opposite sex, wearing traditional attire or non-exposing tops. Figure hugging clothing, tights jeans or tops, were strictly forbidden.

Throughout my school and college life, I never had a boyfriend. Although no one said anything directly to me, but I knew I was the subject of ridicule amongst my friends, regarding the iron clasp control my parents had over me.

After college, my parents started to search for the perfect groom for me. Matrimonial columns were printed, relatives and friends put to task to find a suitable match for me who fulfilled the criteria of religion, caste, occupation, income, family background, his father's occupation/income, and many more such things pakistani porn parents look for in a man they deem fit to have sex with their daughter; but not his looks or actual personality. There are so many criteria and sub-criteria that it was almost 2 years before my parents could narrow the choices down to a handful of 'eligible' bachelors; another six months in finalizing my 'perfect match'; then a full year before both could agree to each other's terms and conditions.

So, finally, after a lot of drama, I got married at the age of 24 years bhabhi sex movies. My 'perfect match' was a relatively short man, three years older to me, dark; and with a slight belly already pouting out his lower abdomen. He had a 'stable' job and had studied in one of India's most prestigious institutions. According to my parents, relatives, and friends of relatives, I could not have found a better husband for myself.

My first night as a married woman was uneventful. Of course, both of us lost our virginities to each other; and awkwardly brought each other to orgasms. Well, that's the case with two virgins of the opposite sex, in their twenties, allowed to sleep together for the first time. We both agreed that there was a long way to go in our sexual lives and that this was just the beginning of an erotic journey.

And so, to make sure our erotic journey was off to a flying start, we were headed for our pre-planned honeymoon to a hill-station nested in the Himalayas. And here I was, staring at myself in the train window!

It was time to sleep, the curtains were pulled and the lights switched off. My husband climbed to the upper berth and I lay down on the lower one, blissfully aware that this vertical separation between us would not be there the next night.

THEM: Prerna woke up, realizing that she needed to go to the washroom, and looked at her watch in the dim light coming from the other side of the curtain. It was 3 AM by her watch sri lankan porn. Not wanting to disturb her husband, she quietly got up and groped for her sandals in the dark. He was sleeping soundly.

Stepping into the aisle without any noise, she headed straight to the lavatories to her right, as they were nearer. Everyone was fast asleep; it seemed there was no movement in the whole carriage, except for a lovely married lady heading to answer nature's call.

Reaching the well-lit vestibule, she opened the door to the tamil porn movies (she preferred them in public places as there was no contact with the seat) and relieved herself. Damn, she thought, as she let out a gush of urine! She should have taken a pee before going to sleep.

I felt like I was walking into a game where I didn't know most of the rules. If I screwed this up, it could cost us tens of millions. Over the years, that number could be even higher mia khalifa

The trip itself was blissfully uneventful though I spent most of the time attempting to sleep on the plane, without success. I took the opportunity to review something of the customer's history. I only casually glanced through some of the documents, though, preferring to prepare myself for the kinds of technical questions that were sure to emerge. This was hot new stuff, and I was passionate about it. I figured it was critical that I make sure that I had all my facts and details straight. I simply couldn't afford to blow the entire deal by getting anything wrong.

Everything went downhill as soon as I arrived at the airport in Narita, Japan. Turning my phone back on, I checked my work email only to discover the account team had decided that they would not be attending, and didn't even give me the courtesy to explain why. A few frantic (and ultimately ignored) emails later, I began to make my way through the airport.

Customs went as smooth as it ever does, which is to say that I was grilled by a very severe looking Japanese porn woman who didn't seem at all pleased that I knew no Japanese whatsoever. My little phrasebook only seemed to make her more irritated.

Baggage claim was even less fun, as I waited for the carousel to spit out my bag, and waited, and waited. I waited until the carousel simply stopped, and then had to explain to a very apologizing Japanese luggage agent where they could send my bag - if they ever found it.

So, exhausted, and clutching my carryon, I emerged into the arrivals hall to see a very formal-looking asian porn pussy man holding a sign with my name on it.

"Hi, I'm Mark Jenkins," I said, nodding to his sign asian schoolgirl porn.

"Mr. Jenkins-san," the man said, and politely bowed.

I returned the gesture. "I wasn't expecting anyone to meet me at the airport," I said. "This is a nice surprise. Oh! I'm afraid i can't speak any Japanese." I added with regret cosplay.

The man smiled. "That is quite all right, reiko kobayakawa. I will be your interpreter on this trip. Mr. Sato does not speak any English."

Great, I thought. How am I supposed to get someone to sign on the dotted line with this language barrier? I regretted not having more experience in these types of deals, and really wished I had some help. This was one hell of a first time to have all these things go wrong.

"My name is shion utsunomiya," he was explaining. He looked around me. "Did you not bring any luggage?" he asked.

"They lost it."

He bowed extremely low. "My apologies, Mr. Jenkins-san. I assure you this is not the way the asian mature porn treat honored guests."

I was taken aback by the abruptness of his apology. "kaede fuyutsuki " I said asian blowjob, trying to get him to stop. Then, after an awkward pause, I added, "-san. This is not your fault. My bag was lost in America, not here."

He stood up straight, and smiled a little. "Please, you can call me Hiro."

I held out my hand. "And you can call me minori hatsune," I said. I was longing for a little informality.

I wasn't going to get it, however. Hiro looked a bit shocked. "No, Mr. Jenkins-san," he said, shaking his head firmly. "This is not the way it's done. I would show you no such disrespect in front of momoka nishina."

It was slowly starting to dawn on me that Hiro's logic was sound. If I were to face the CEO of this company as an equal, it would not do to have a breach of etiquette. Mr. Sato (-san? What's the proper use for the formality? I was starting to feel hopelessly unprepared for what lay before me) would certainly not see his interpreter as an equal; I needed to follow suit if I had any hope of not screwing this up asian pussy.

Hiro took me straight to the office. As I didn't have any bags to drop off at the hotel, I didn't object. I could have used some sleep, but apparently there was no way you would want to keep a man like yui hatano waiting.

The executive offices were outstanding. Giant fish tanks were everywhere, housing the most colorful fish I had ever seen. The office was awash in vibrant life, meticulously contained in gorgeous teak and cedar wood. The juxtaposition of chaos inside the tanks and meticulous rigid order for the rest of the office took my breath away.

Hiro led me to a conference room that looked like it doubled as a viewing room. There were three plush chairs arranged in a triangle, each with a laptop table conveniently placed beside them. Hiro suggested I choose a chair and I selected one. He excused himself to find Mr. Sato.

In the rich setting, I began to feel my heart pound hard against my chest again. Protocol... protocol... what's the proper way to greet the CEO of a multi-Billion dollar company?

The answer, of course, is with respect idols69.

Mr. Sato came in, a lot younger than I expected. A thin handsome man in his early forties, he carried a bearing of poise and honor that I simply didn't see in my day-to-day life. I rose, and he cracked the smallest of a smile as he extended his hand. I took it, and bowed in greeting.

Mr. Sato was an attentive listener, as I went through my spiel and explained the projects I had been working on. It took a little time for me to get into the groove of speaking with an interpreter, but I quickly learned to keep my sentences short to give Hiro time to catch up and translate. Mr. Sato asked pointed, directed questions, showing a keen insight and intelligence. It was no wonder that he was the one in charge of the company. The man was brilliant.

"Mr. Sato-san says that he is very impressed with your presentation, Mr. Jenkins-san," Hiro translated for me after we had been talking for about two hours.

"Thank you," I said. Turning to face Mr. Sato, I said, "Arigato." Sato nodded, unsmiling. I wasn't entirely sure if "impressed" was a euphemism or not.

"Mr. Sato-san suggests that we take a break before continuing. He has additional questions that he must ask jp milfs."

I nodded. A break sounded good. Spending an hour talking about a new technology with an interpreter was far more exhausting than I thought. In addition I hadn't gotten any sleep on the plane and was starting to feel like I would start yawning at any moment. The exhaustion of international flights coupled with intense technical conversations was starting to take its toll on my ability to recognize subtleties in the conversation.

Hiro pressed a button on a console next to his chair. Immediately the door to the room opened and three Japanese women entered the room in conservative business suits.

Hello, my name is Jake. I am your average 23 year old boy, super horny. I was a let bloomer when it came to losing my virginity, I was 20. I started looking at my mom sexually at around 18, but I figured it would go away and that I was just so desperate for sex anyone was looking good to me. When I finally had sex at 20 that did not happen. My desire for my mom grew. She is my biggest fantasy. She is 54 years old about 5'5 and 280 pounds. She is the reason for my love of bbw women. Whenever I am watching porn or am getting with a girl I always make sure they are bbw.

I have been trying to find some good mom son porn to masturbate to but it's just the same old shit with rachel steel and sometimes jodi west and I am sick of it. I want some bbw moms taking their sons cocks. I am always looking up mom son videos to see if any real ones are out there. I never have any luck. I just always wanted a way to finally have sex with my mom.

My dad left us when I was about 13 years old. erika momotani was very lonely. Sometimes she went out with her friends to dinner, but that is it. I have never seen her go on a date. Even though she is 280 pounds she has a very pretty face. Long brown hair, brown eyes and nice full cheeks. She could have been a plus size model. Her breasts were very full. They were a 40F and looked every bit the part. Her belly was pretty flat but you could tell it sagged down when she was nude. Her thighs were like tree trunks, exactly how you would expect someone her sizes thighs to look. My moms ass was huge. When I say huge I do not mean JLo big, I mean 280 pounds big. If my mom was skinny she would have no ass, you could tell, but as a result of her weight it grew into this massive wide ass full of cellulite that I wanted to taste.

One day we had a really bad hurricane coming in, they expected major blackouts and severe winds.

"Jake make sure you tape all the windows before this storm comes."

"I know mom you only told me 100 times."

"I am sorry Jake, you know how I get with stuff like jav hd."

I went over and gave her a hug, I know she meant well. Her tits squished into me, I could not even get my arms fully around her.

"I am going to start dinner, just finish up here and I will let you know when it is ready." I watched her massive body waddle as she walked away, fuck I wanted her.

The storm hit around 9pm, I was already in bed but I heard the wind going crazy outside. around 9:45 our power went out. A couple minutes later I heard mom coming down the hall with a flashlight in her hand.

"Jake, you okay back here?"

"Yeah I am good mom, you?"

"Uhhh, not really, it is very dark in here and the wind outside is going crazy, I don't want to be alone. Would you do me a favor and sleep in my room?"

"Sure mom I will grab some blankets and a pillow and be right in."

When I got into her room she was already under the covers, I set up a little bed at the foot of her bed and laid down.

"Thank you for sleeping in here with me Jake."

"No problem mom, anything for you."

I laid there a couple minutes and I began to hear my mom snore. mazzaratie monica always fell asleep early. With the power out I had nothing to do, so I began to rub my cock. I was thinking about my bbw mom sucking my cock and it was really getting me going. I know I could not cum because I had nowhere to put it so i slowed down a bit. I decided to just try and sleep off the hard on.

Next thing I know I woke up, I looked over at my phone, it was 3:30, mom was still snoring. I was sweating under the blanket so I took it off and went back to sleep.

"Jake, you up?"

The sounds of my moms voice awake me, "Yes, now I am."

"I am going to make some eggs, want some plumper porn."

"Yeah I will have 2 sunny side up."

I heard her move in her bed and get out. anna beck walked to the front to where I was. "Ohh wow, Jake." I looked down, I had eliza allure went downstairs without saying anything. I laid there and realized what just happened. Why did I react like that? I wanted to fuck her so why did I scream when she looked at my dick?

A couple minutes later my mom called up and told me the eggs were ready. I went downstairs and I could tell she was very embarrassed. "Jake we are going to get this out of the way right now. There still is no power so we are stuck with each other today without TV so lets not be awkward. I am sorry for looking, I just didn't even realize what I was doing.

"Mom, I am sorry for screaming, I don't even know why I did. I honestly did not care as much as it seemed. I would be lying if I said I never caught myself in a trans like that with your cleavage." I tried to break the ice make her feel better. "It is just instinct to look."

"Exactly Jake, when I see that you look there it does not mean anything. I've caught you starring a few times Jake I just never said anything because I know you don't mean anything by it, I'm just your fat porn old mom. When you screamed though I go nervous because I didn't think you got that and were disgusted by me."

"I am sorry, it was just a natural reaction. To make you feel better and show I really didn't think you are disguising I will tell you something but promise you wont think I am gross." jennica lynn waved me on. "Sometimes I realize what I am doing when I look at your cleavage.

I immediately looked down at my plate after I said it. "Jake, you shouldn't be looking at me like that, besides I promise anything left to your imagination is better off staying there, believe me you don't want to see anything here."

I giggled and kept eating my eggs. "Mom, can I ask you something since now is as good of a time then ever. How come you never dated after dad?"

lexxxi luxe sighed and answered, "Well, I just don't even know where to find someone plus when I met your dad I was 130 pounds lighter than I am now."

"That doesn't mean anything mom. There are a whole bunch of men out there that like black bbw big women."

"Jake, even if they are they are only after one thing and I am not going to have one night stands, have you ever dated a big girl? No, because no one dates them, everyone only has sex with them."

"I actually have mom, I just never brought her home."

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend, why didn't you tell me?"

"I was waiting to see if it got serious before that."

"Can I see her?" I went on facebook on my phone, my battery was at 40% now so I had to save it with the power out. I pulled up the girl picture. "Wow Jake, I had no idea you liked them like that." The girl I was showing mom was about 250 and very round.

"Yeah, like I told you a lot of guys like fat teens."

"Jake I know, but she is really big, she is almost as big as me, you should get someone hotter than that."

"To me that is hot mom, I just like them big," Thinking about big girls made my cock start to grow.

"Whatever you say Jake, can you clean the dishes for me mature bbw?"

I sat there for a second and finally decided to just say it, "Give me a minute I can not stand right now if you get what I am saying."

tiffany blake thought for a second and I saw the lightbulb go off. "From thinking about her?"

"Yeah, and just big girls in general."

"Wow, I guess you really are into them. I don't see how, Jake, My bbw pussy is disgusting."

"I don't think so mom, you have nice boobs, a big butt what more can you want."

"Like I said earlier it is a whole new game with the clothes off jake, all the sag and wrinkles and cellulite."

"Call me weird but I am into that stuff."

"Well, you are weird." nikky wilder got up and took the dishes off the table.

I decided to be bold, I went on my phone and pulled up a bbw porn with a real fat girl.