Nostalgic Seeds – Part 5 (Titfuck for panty sniffer)

Disclaimer: This is a semi-fictional story based on certain real-life incidents. Any similarity to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental.

Priya realized she could no longer resist Hari or hide her craving for his manhood. Priya used to wait for Hari’s appointments. He used to attend therapy only twice a week, and the last two times went pretty erotic between them.

Knowing that Hari would be available that day, she fixed his timing as the last patient to come in between 3-4 in the evening. To zip the office girl’s mouth, Priya had to give her half-day off.

Then quickly rushing to the washroom in her office, she adjusted the formal white shirt she wore over her slip. She squeezed her tits and lifted them a little, but her small boobs couldn’t create a Cleavage valley. Her white bra cups formed a perfectly round shape.

She turned around to smack her ass. They were under her tight black pants, a formal official one that had thin panties inside that had silky material. Even though she knew she was doing a sin, her body was prepared well. She had waxed and trimmed every inch of her body, especially her butt cheeks.

Hari came in usual casual wear. A tight T-shirt and jeans. He wasn’t well built or 6 feet tall. He was an average gentleman, but he made her wet always. Maybe the personality or his dominating attitude, she would melt like butter on a hot plate for him.

Priya went forward with her therapy professionally without trying to seduce him. But she tried to know about his life that happened after she dumped him. He had a couple of women to give him warmth and shelter for his erection. But nothing gave him emotional support.

Towards the end of the therapy session, she sat close to him and held his hands. He held her tight in her arms and talked about his hectic office life. But he didn’t seem like he was initiating anything. Priya knew she would spread the second he placed his lips on her, but nothing happened.

Hari left, bidding her with a warm hug. Priya was flabbergasted. She was thankful that nothing happened but felt rejected even though her cunt was ready for him today.

She drove to her with a confused mind. Ratan was bathing when she walked into her room.

“Ratan, I am home,” She called out loud.

“I have coffee ready for you on the table. Let me fresh up quickly,” He replied.

“Thank you” Priya was happy that her husband cared for her.

She walked towards the mirror adjacent to her bed. She placed her bag on the side stand used to keep the night lamp and unbuttoned her white shirt. She crunched it in her palms and threw it in her laundry bucket.

Then she undid her pant buttons and peeled them through her thick thighs and the feet. She was in the white inners. Priya looked at herself. She had worn the hottest pair of lingerie, and Hari didn’t even see them.

But then she noticed something on the side stand near the bed. It had white spots. She moved close. It looked like white milky droplets that landed on the stand. She touched it with her fingers and immediately understood what it was.
Priya looked at the bed. There were a few drops on the edge of the bed too.

She wiped it with her fingers and put the fingers in her mouth without thinking for a second. It was still warm, recently been released. The thickness was still effective. She could make out the sour cream taste even though she hardly had a drop on her tongue.

It was Ratan. She always could identify the difference between the taste of Ratan’s seeds and Hari’s. He has been released on the bed or nearby.

Priya knocked on the washroom door. “Ratan, did you jerk off on the bed?”
There was a silence.

“Yes,” He said from inside.

“Why would you do that when you have me?” She pulled the handle and noticed it wasn’t locked from inside. Ratan stood there under the shower. He was naked and slathered with the strawberry body wash he used always.

What surprised her was his groin. He was fully erect with the foreskin rolled back. He was doing it again in the shower. He had her panties from the day on his hand. Her bra was hung on his shoulders. The same black panties on which her juices were lathered when Hari fingered her like an animal in her office.

“What are you doing?” She was furious.

“I am sorry,” He said, “When I saw your wet panties in the laundry box, I couldn’t hold myself,” He said, trying to hide his erection.

Priya had never seen him this hard naturally either.

“I did once thinking about you. I have never seen you leaking so much that you made even your panties drench,” He said sheepishly. He was right. He doesn’t know the effects her ex-boyfriend had on her.

“Dear, why do you want just my panties when you have this pussy here,” She said, walking into the washroom. Priya knew she had to keep Ratan’s balls empty so that he never even doubted the secret of her wetness.

She started peeling her panties right in front of him. Not the first time but the first time like a slut. The elastic to the edge rolled. His eyes glowed like a star when they rolled to her knee and ankles.

Grabbing with her hand and spreading the panties apart, she walked so close to him that his erection poked her belly. She held the panties near his face and watched him sniff them like a dog.

“You want to taste? ” She asked, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers. Then after rubbing the clit she placed her fingers on his mouth. He sucked like an animal.

Priya knew he would cum soon just by touching his balls. The cum factories were churning more milk inside them. She kneeled and engulfed his erection in her mouth. Tasting the amount of pre cum he released. She sucked slowly. The veins on it throbbed, and he moaned. He was close.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and placed it on her small tits. They were still enclosed in the white cupped bra. Water from the shower had made it wet. Holding his cock against the cleavage, she rubbed.

“Let it out right here,” She ordered, and he followed.

His erection rubbed on the slightly deep cleavage, and then it shot his semen all over her tits. She smiled as the gushing water washed it away from her glowing boobs. Then got up after the titfuck and kissed him as deep as she could.

“Next time, immediately call me if you want to empty these,” She said, holding the balls now resting after releasing their product. She wiped and dried herself. Her face was shining when she picked up her phone.

Not because of her husband’s penis but because Priya had a notification on her phone from Hari. She smiled.

To be continued.

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