Bindu Didi

My face was close to Didi's soft swollen arse. I licked the flesh, kneaded it with my hands and slowly moved towards the crushed flower that was her anus. It smelled wonderful, a heady mixture of sweat, arse juice, cheesy anal smell and my own semen. I extended my tongue and licked the orifice. It tasted like spicy liquid cheese. I continued licking and as the juice disappeared, delved deeper by prying open the hole gently and inserting the tongue. Soon, I was licking ferociously, driving my tongue deeper and deeper into the well between the hills.

I opened the orifice further and drove in my tongue completely. I stayed like that for a while; and found that my cock had hardened again. I thought she deserved another nice arsefuck and proceeded to do it. I prised open her arsehole, this time without much problem as it had already been banged into softness, and just smoothly inserted the whole cock, ignoring her soft moan and half hearted protests. After this I just lay down on her, buried my face in her silken hair, kissed her on the nape of her neck, caught her breasts in my palms, and crushed them, all the while buggering her steadily. She lay breathing deeply, enjoying the feel of my cock in her gut and soon I had another satisfying orgasm.

I withdrew and collapsed on the bed, panting hard. Bindu Didi had recovered by this time and her cunt must have been creaming again as she fingered herself sensuously, reclining on the bed with her head propped up on her arm. I beckoned her to come close and pointed towards the wet coated penis. She got the hint and without any hesitation, took it into her mouth and licked it clean, playfully biting in the process and drawing a moan of protest from me as I felt the sharp teeth on my sensitive flesh. She stopped only when the limp tube started becoming tumescent again.

I was thirsty with all the action and wanted to get up for a drink of water but she stopped me, saying that she would fetch it for me. She asked me to lie down on the floor. A wicked grin came into her eyes as she said that I must be really thirsty and she would like to give me a very special invigorating drink. I misunderstood what she meant but my throat was parched and so I obeyed her without a question.

I expected her to fetch me a glass of juice or cola but she said that she had the drink right inside her and it would not take any time as she would avoid going to the bathroom. I also started becoming aroused when I realised her dirty lusty perverted intentions. Excited with the imaged that flowed through my mind, I lay down on the floor as commanded and watched her luscious plump body with admiration as she climbed out of the bed. Her naked body was a lovely sight and her heavy pendulous breasts bobbed as she walked to me. Her abdomen looked a little swollen and when I commented on it, she laughed and said that it was due to pressure of my drink. "Choot mein sherbet jyada bhar gaya hai". Her words left no doubt in my mind as to what she would give me for my thirst.

She stood over me, straddling my face, looking down at me quizzically. I could see her luscious cunt above my face. It seemed to have recovered from the severe sucking it had undergone and the love bud was swollen again. She prized open her cunt with two fingers and prepared to sit down on my face. "Remember-not a single drop to be lost now" - she told me. "mere bhaiya, is amrut ki ek boond bhi nahi girana". I responded by opening my mouth wide and waited like a supplicant, trembling with desire.

She squatted down, her cunt directly over my mouth. But getting sucked was not on her mind, not yet anyway. What she did as I had expected, was even more dirty and delicious. She positioned her urethra over my mouth and started pissing purposefully. A long thick stream of steaming hot piss shot out and plunged between my lips. I started to gulp it down, without closing my mouth, just by exercising my throat muscles, as she did not pause even once to give me an opportunity to hold a mouthful and relish it for some time. The taste was salty and tangy and extremely erotic. I drank her hot piss greedily and she continued pissing without a pause for about five minutes. The whole exercise resulted in my drinking up about two full coke bottles worth of her urine. She had obviously not been to the toilet for a long time. I ended up drinking up the entire lot and not a single drop fell out. She kept asking me whether I liked her piss. "mera moot peene mein maza aya?" I nodded my head in affirmation.

Once she was done, she sighed contentedly and sat down on my mouth to reward me by letting me suck up some cunt juice. "choot ka paani to pee liya, ab bur ka shahad chato". She ground her crotch on my mouth and nose, enveloping me in her dense soft bush with its wonderful womanly scent and humped my open mouth with a hunching rhythm. I sucked the wet flesh happily for a long time as her viscous honey dripped into my throat. I was aroused now and wanted to fuck her luscious vagina. She sensed what I wanted and quickened her pace to get off to a couple of delicious orgasms. Then she rested and told me that I could fuck her after I had had my meal, which I deserved after such hard work. After her idea of a drink for me, her offer of food was intriguing and I waited with bated breath to see whether she would squat on my mouth again. But she got up abruptly and went around the room searching for something. I watched full of desire as her plump naked form walked around the room, swaying her buttocks and bouncing her boobs.

Soon Bindu Didi found what she was looking for. She shuffled and returned, a sexy slap, slap sound accompanying her. I thought that she had brought me a sandwich but she fooled me again with her perverted sense of what I should eat. I glanced at her feet and was thrilled to see her wearing a pair of very sexy rubber bathroom slippers. The soles and straps were extremely thin and the flats slapped delectably against her soft pink soles, when she walked. The slippers were pink in colour, well worn and used up and looked extremely inviting, especially to someone like me with a huge foot fetish.

She came and stood near me, her feet playfully nudging my mouth. She did not need to tell me what she was planning to do. I licked at her slippers with a deep worshipping feeling. She sighed with satisfaction at my reaction and said that I should eat my meal slowly and properly, with due respect. "ab mera bhaiya bade pyaar se meri chappal khayega". She again straddled me, and caught my rock hard cock in her hands. Guiding the swollen glans to her dripping cunt, she guided it in and then slowly sank on it, quickly gobbling up the complete length. My cock felt as if it was entering a sopping wet hot velvet cylinder.

I started bouncing my hips impatiently to fuck her from below. As Didi came to rest on my stomach, she lifted her feet, and placed them on my face driving my head firmly down on the floor. The delicious rubbery small filled my nostrils as I opened my mouth and licked the soles of her slippers. She wriggled her feet to position the slippers right on my mouth. Then she quickly inserted both slipper toes in my lips, and pressed hard to shove them in my mouth. From such a close distance, I could see that they were slightly soiled and dirty with her daily use, making them even more desirable.

As the soft rubber filled my mouth, I sucked and chewed at it, savouring the salty taste, unable to even comprehend my luck in meeting a woman who shared and exceeded my taboo expectations in foot fetish. I looked at her and in my enchanted state, Bindu Didi seemed to me like a goddess of lust, bestowing her blessings on her devotee in the form of her priceless slippers. She stared at the spectacle of her slippers projecting from my lips and bit her lips in pure lust and pressed down harder to stuff more rubber in my mouth. It was a fantasy come true for us and her joy was boundless.

After that it was a steady process of the slippers going inch by inch in my mouth while she applied pressure relentlessly with her feet. Even when I started gagging a little, she did not falter but watched like a hawk as she forced me to swallow more by grinding the heels into my lips. Soon the complete pair was stuffed in my mouth and the enormous pressure of the compressed rubber slippers felt as if my cheeks would burst. These were relatively small dainty slippers and when I tried to imagine the effect on my mouth if she used her usual high heel solid home slippers, my penis almost burst with perverse joy.

She looked at me struggling with the gag in my mouth and told me that only way to escape was to swallow my meal and as soon as that was done, she would fuck me to orgasm. "Ab poori chappal khane ke baad hi tujhe chutkara milega aur uske baad hi mein chudaoongi". I started chewing the soles, the straps and the heels and the rubber juice mixed with the sweat of her feet ran down my throat. I bit off pieces of rubber, chewed them to a pulp and swallowed them eagerly. Meanwhile she also started to rise up and down and fucked me steadily while keeping my mouth firmly closed with her soft pink heels grounding hard on my lips.

The site of her wet hair swinging around her head and the sight of the bouncing hanging boobs acted as a catalyst as I madly chewed and gulped. It took me more than half an hour before I had swallowed the last bit of her slippers. As soon as she was satisfied that I had indeed eaten my meal, she relaxed her hold on me. I immediately sat up, threw her back on the floor, folded her in two by bending her legs till her own feet were around her neck and mounted her, fucking crazily with my monstrously swollen cock. She lay quiescent with a satiated look as I kissed and sucked her lips, feet, soles and toes. In between I would bend down and chew on her nipples. My cock pounded her vagina as I finally cried and wept and came with a shattering climax, ejaculating deep in her vagina and almost fainted with the sensory overload.

It was already late evening and we both got up after that and dressed, feeling a deep sense of satiation and fulfilment. In my case, it was supplemented by a plesantly full feeling in the stomach and I told her that I would skip dinner on the train. She kissed me good bye passionately and asked me why I had not made the first move a month back. I apologised profusely and bent down, touching her feet in a traditional Indian mark of respect of a younger brother towards his elder sister. She blessed me and then laughingly told me that if I came to Mumbai again, I must stay at her place at least for a fortnight to do justice to her plans. I was in a hurry now to catch the train and hence could not really ask her the details. As I ran, she promised to write to me.

I have just received a letter from Bindu Didi and she has informed me that she has bought a dozen pairs of some lovely rubber slippers of all types and colours and wears all of them for a day each, twenty four hours a day. According to her, they would take care of my fortnight, at the rate of one pair a day. However, she has cautioned me that half of them have a solid heel but I should not expect any mercy on that account, as it still has to be a pair at a time. She also apologised for not feeding me properly during our romp and has told me that she will have a hot steaming "Natural" meal ready for me every morning for breakfast. The meal will be prepared in the same oven, which produced the special drink for me. These cryptic comments, innocuous to a casual reader have already made me horny as hell and I am immediately requesting my firm to send me on another long assignment to Mumbai send me feedback.