My Name Is Khan
Shah Rukh Khan is a 56-year-old Bollywood superstar who was born and raised in New Delhi. He was a superstar a decade before I was even born! The immense popularity of this guy is in no small measure to him being an alpha male. But he doesn’t have to say this in every interview that he goes to, because this aspect of his personality has firmly been in place since he became a star. He may live in a palatial house in Bombay for the last 30 years but he's a Delhiite, through and through. In his most outstanding movie till date and which I believe is his finest performance ever -Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa (1994), the language he speaks throughout the film is that of a Delhi boy, which is Hindustani. You have to play the character which is that of a Goan guy. How can a person, born and raised in Goa speak fluent Hindustani? Because Bollywood movies are made in Hindustani, so, there’s that. Why are SRK’s movies/stories important here, what parallel am I trying to seek? Because the guy who speaks the exact same language as SRK and is a Khan as well, is none other than my Great Fucker!
The Great Fucker, my trump-card, my ‘zill-e-Ilahi’ (Your Majesty) is someone who fucks you like a dream! I’ve had many sexual encounters with Americans, British, my boyfriend and with my friends-with-benefits (FWBs). He’s the first guy in my list of FWBs and he trumps them all. It seems, when he was a k*id someone had made him drink a magic potion of virility which will work permanently for him for the remainder of his life. Just like in the comic series Asterix, Getafix brews the magic potion to give his Gaulish warriors superhuman strength.
virility: (in a man) the quality of having strength, energy, and a strong sex drive; manliness.
He checks every item in the tick box above. Then creates a few other boxes himself, defines it appropriately and checks them too. His strength, stamina and sex-drive have to be seen to be believed. His probing hands on my naked body seeks out an unknown sexual desire. His propensity for sex cannot be measured by any scale. His masculinity makes us girls go weak in the knees. I lust after him like a bitch-in-the-manger. In English, "bitch" is both a female dog and a pejorative term for a woman. I have no shame in saying that, because that’s about as close to the truth as it can be. I’m from a very rich family, therefore never felt the need to beg someone for anything. He makes me beg on the bed, every single time he makes love to me. He knows every kind of kiss known to humans. He knows all the angles that needs to be covered in sex, his overall specialization. He is par-excellent at anything related to love-making, knows every trick in the book. He and I are having this lustful, orgasmic, mind-blowingly beautiful relationship for the last 3 years.
Khan is a good-looking 6ft 1-inch tall, big strapping lad with broad shoulders. He is slightly ‘wheatish’ in colour if you compare his skin tone to us girls who are extremely fair. The white population in the US who go for sun-bathing do so because they want a ‘tanned’ body. What that word essentially means is that they all want to turn brown! Some of them have so white a skin that they almost look like they are suffering from Vitiligo. Khan has his entire body permanently ‘tanned’, and he’s muscular. There is no girl in this world who’ll not admire the muscles and movement of his body when he’s making love to them. He’s simply sexy and makes me crave for his body if I don’t have sex with him for a week. And finally, he’s got an 8-inch-thick cock!
At around 1:00 PM every week on a Saturday or Sunday or both, we three girls make it a point to visit Khan’s restaurant. It’s not a Michelin Star, A1 quality fine-dining experience at a French restaurant. It’s an all-Indian Mughlai restaurant which serves mouth-watering delicious food. Even though it doesn’t look like from the exterior, this restaurant generates a lot of money, therefore making Khan a rich guy. We go over there to have their famous mutton (goat meat) Biryani. Khan as usual is all dressed up, shaven and looking dapper, receives us cordially and escort us to a corner of the restaurant where there are no blaring noises and the movement of people is minimum. The kind of table cloth, plates and cutlery available over at our table is not there on any other table. He makes sure he gets the finest quality of the same. He also makes sure his cook gives us twice the quantity of meat each serving! Four plates of aromatic Basmati rice, cooked in goat meat in what we call the Biryani, arrives. We absolutely enjoyed our food and the general hospitality of our host. When it comes to paying, he won’t accept any money from us since we wore his guests, therefore we give a tip which was 10-15 times the normal to the waiter(s). Everyone at the restaurant including Khan’s family believe that I am his girlfriend, because that is what it looks like. The hugging and the closeness between us, to any onlooker will appear as if we two are in love, and that is not entirely incorrect.
I an alpha-female, often come down to probably the sigma-level or below with him on the bed. This has to be done in any case, if the female has any hopes of getting a nice pounding from the guy. If she expects orgasms after orgasms, she will have to bent to the guy’s will. On the bed it’s all up to the guys, they are the initiators, they command us to do this or that. We willfully obey the guy. Because we are the recipient of the pleasure in any case, we cannot be that rude to the giver of the pleasure. This is in the rule book. Sure, the giver of pleasure also dearly wants us, but he can’t be complacent, he has to make sure that we the recipients are thoroughly satisfied. Pick the top 10 most powerful ladies in the world, if they lust after and would like to sleep with say a tall, muscular black guy with a 9-inch-thick cock, they are not going to make a speech or give out directions to the guy. They will just spread their legs wide open to let the guy do to them that they had hoped for. Pleasure. They are the recipients in any case, beggars can’t be choosers.
When I was first going out with Khan and was having a fling with him 3 years ago, I had told Miss Lascivious as to how good he really was. When she kept hearing about the absolute amazing qualities of Khan during the sex we had, of how he arouses me to a point of extreme ecstasy, she flatly wanted him! She kept pestering me to have him. Said since I already had a boyfriend, I should share my FWBs to her. I tried to dodge her a few times, gave haphazard answers, but her relentless pursuit and asking for him upteem times paid dividends. All three of us became friends at the tender age of 10, and it’s difficult for me not to listen to her demands. Within a couple of months of having exclusive access to Khan, I now had to share him with her. But with a condition that any such meeting with her will be conducted under me and in my apartment, nowhere else. She readily agreed. She sung such amazing paeans of him to Baby Doll, that now even my second girlfriend sought a similar treatment from me, after I had granted Lascivious of such a right. With a ch*ildlike attitude that Baby Doll has, it’s pretty easy to convince me.
Khan obviously remained busy during most the afternoons till the evening. The sexual reserves that he possesses is unheard of. The playfulness he displays before the act has begun to commence would make any female spread her legs for him, me including. He loves me so much that he’ll do anything for me, as said by him to me. He is a ‘Category A’ male, in the ‘chart’ of things to define the characteristics of a male or a female, which begins with the Greek letter Alpha. So, the ‘Category A’ indicates the Alpha, Beta & Gamma. How many females does he sleep with now? Not just the three of us girlfriends, but four. Remember in the “The Girl Who Got Lost In the Woods-Concluding part” article, I had mentioned about The Great Fucker that I had him ‘fixed’ with the jeweller’s wife (my so called sister)? Well, that’s Khan.
It does not matter where in India you belong to; you are prone to feel jealous of this guy. He not only sleeps with three very beautiful women (with Lascivious, the fourth one being given only the ‘above average’ rating amongst us) on a daily basis, but also gets gifts from the jeweller’s wife, by the truck load! She is so enamored with him that she feels the absolute need to buy gifts for him. He does her any which way he likes, so magnificently that she cums several times. If you can do that day in, day out, you pretty much own the woman. Her husband remains only in name, she serves Khan. Men’s premium perfumes brands like Hermès Terre D' Hermès, Dior Sauvage, Tom Ford Grey Vetiver etc. are with him by the dozens, he wears only crocodile skin belts not the cow-hide ones, he gets Obagi skin care products of every description, all his leather shoes are from Italy etc. His mother and younger sister, astounded as they were with the constant arrival of these gifts, asked him as to who sends all these expensive products. I was named as the sender.
My Mile-High Club guy (MHC guy) came up to me one day and enquired, after he knew about this kind of ‘setting’ that I had done. He said, “Yaar, mujhe bhi!”, which translates to ‘’Come on, me as well!”. If I went with him, I know what my circle of friends and well-wishers would think about me – I would be viewed as a procurer and supplier of boys! Oh hell, if this happens and the news reaches my boyfriend then he would probably tear the Websters dictionary and Ulysses by James Joyce that he has. He would have about two haemorrhages apiece if he hears anything to this effect! So, nothing doing with any other guy other than Khan. Remember, they are just my FWBs so they all have girlfriends of their own, except Khan. He remains loyal only to me and is therefore my right-hand man.
When your nipples have hardened every moment he licked your body, his lustful blows to the pussy in the missionary-position increases in force and when you are in a delirium screaming with pleasure, when your legs are automatically locked around his ass, I challenge any female not to cum in this situation! I could feel his shaven chest brushing against my breasts, and my erect nipples are crying out for his touch. It gives me immense pleasure when he with his 5-day stubble softly brushes on my skin and I am groaning louder as he does. When you are squirming with pleasure he’s giving you, your legs appear to have a mind of its own, when he begins to lick my clit again, I writhe with delight, arching my back involuntarily, and I come again, moaning in ecstasy. It was a more than satisfying multi-orgasmic experience. He made me feel like I was a completely desirable, hot blooded sexual being. And that is the most important thing in a sexual encounter if you are a female.
When the three of us are at my apartment for a ‘session’ – myself, Khan and the MHC guy, it’s with some excitement & a lot of lust. After round 1 with me, Khan goes to the living room to watch TV with the MCH guy staying put with me in the bedroom. We have amongst the finest TVs available in India – a Sony 55-inch LED 4K HDR Smart Android TV (there are some 4K resolution video’s available at xHamster, compare the digital clarity with the regular video’s that you watch, you will know the difference). With the size of the TV and crystal-clear pictures, it’s a delight to watch. He has the exact same TV at his house. What does he watch? Is it some news programs, cricket or football matches, some damn-fuckin’ saas-bahu-serials, some Bollywood movies, surely some Hollywood movies? The answer is a firm no to all of them. He specifically watches only a few channels which I hadn’t even heard of anybody watching it exclusively. Until I saw a gangster movie (forgot the name), in which one of the crime lords is watching it with as much dedication as Khan. Those channels are: History TV, National Geography, Ani*mal Planet, Discovery channel etc. He knows so much about Alexander the Great and his Greek Empire that when he talks of Macedonia you would think it’s a street between Khan Market and Karol Bagh, Delhi! He talks about the Minoan Civilization as if his grandfather lived during the era. He talks of the Egyptians Civilization better than anybody that I know. The way he talks about Ramesses II, you would think the great pharaoh (Died: 3213 years ago) was born much earlier than the Qutub Minar was built (Built: 829 years ago)! His eyes lit up and he passionately kissed me for a long time, the first time when I correctly told him the entire history, I knew about the above mentioned. Being one of the elite quizzers in the country has its advantages.
That clever bastard knows how to get my attention. He knows which all positions I really love to be fucked, is fine with, not really like it but if the guy insists- he can have it, don’t fuck me in that position etc. He targets the first category where I am the most vulnerable. With a guy who know how to arouse me to the pinnacle, I know how much I scream in a sexual-act that follows. Baby Doll screams the lowest – hers is moans only, by way of comparison if the noise she makes is an auto-rickshaw, mine is an Airbus A380 Jumbo-Jet airliner! With Khan I scream and squirm the loudest, my hands pulling the cushions on the bed, the pillows thrown everywhere. He’s the ‘gold standard’ as far as I know when it comes to sex.
When I undress completely, I’ve noticed the guy’s reluctance to let me go off my body. Not just with Khan but every single guy I’ve had sex with. When the three of us are at my apartment, a threesome if you will and when we take off all of our clothes, are in the buff, Khan drags me towards him and begins his kissing and caressing. Just by the bedside, when he knows I am getting wetter by the second, he lifts me up holding my butt. I am straddling him with my arms behind his neck and my legs wrapped up behind on his ass. I just love this position to bits. With a guy as strong as Khan is, he’ll feel no fatigue for half an hour in that position. It’s a testament to the guy’s physical strength.
I want him to enter me, because I am dripping wet by then. In an anti-climactic manoeuvre, he throws me straight onto my inviting bed, grabs my legs and drags me toward him. I am breathing heavily. He keeps my legs onto his chest, comes down, kisses me and asks. “Does my lady want some action?”. I desperately want his big beautiful cock banging my wet pussy now and here he is asking me a question! I quickly say, “Yes, please Khan”. Then he says, “I think that’s not an affirmative answer, don’t play games with me girl, are you at the heights of excitement?”. My clit is throbbing, I am wet, and my pussy craves him. Just as I had earlier said he targets me where I am vulnerable, i’m now begging him. When the excitement becomes palpable, I have my hands on his muscular chest caressing it and with a begging face, request him to fuck me. He does that straightening up. Almost with a sense of gratitude I moan, which becomes louder and louder till I cum hard. My body continues to tremble, and I feel sensations in my pussy and clit that can best be described as "aftershocks." The pleasure of being with him lasts even after he slowly take his cock away from me. Satisfied, I close my eyes to savour the sensation.
The MHC guy, don’t forget, is also on the bed slowly jerking his dick. But he dares not get into whatever Khan is doing, nobody can actually, and just wait till his turn arrives. When Khan goes off to watch TV, he becomes active. Right from cleaning my pussy with paper towels, kissing me and talking to me, he does all of that. Gets us Gatorade from the fridge to drink and then talks about how he fucks his girlfriend and his sexual encounters while he goes to Bombay, while fondling my boobs & pussy. He slowly gets me exited and like Khan, fucks me in the missionary-position but on the bed. When Khan comes back an hour and a half later, the second round is over and I have already orgasmed twice.
He said, “Quit the mickey-mouse bullshit you two are doing and let’s give the girl what she really wants”. I know what’s going on in his mind, and brings a bright smile to my face. I get on all fours and proclaim, “Spit roast me, you two!” while Khan is behind me. The MCH guy doesn’t know what I meant so he looks at Khan, who directs him to go in the front where my face is.
spit roasted (FMM) – The position when a woman is on her hands and knees with a guy behind her doing her doggie style while another male is in front of her and she is sucking on his penis. Looks very much like a pig being roasted on a spit.
This is my favourite position in sex and is difficult to get me to cum, especially after I’ve already had two orgasms. He curls his fingers slightly, and begin to massage my G spot, and I twist and moan with pleasure. He pulls his mouth away from my pussy, leaving his fingers deep inside. Breathing heavily, I beg him to let me suck his cock. I want so much to give him the amount of pleasure he’s already given me. He obliges and start fucking my mouth. He repeatedly thrust his throbbing cock into my mouth while making soft sounds of pleasure. When he resumes our position and enters me, my body at once begins to tremble. With me giving the MCH guy a blow-job, Khan is hammering at my pussy with his thick cock. This is the pleasure which I dearly want, every time. Khan is relentless in his efforts. The strength and stamina the guy shows have to be seen to be believed. I realize I am screaming with pleasure - and come convulsively and violently. He comes at the same time, and we share an earth-shattering orgasm.
George Bernard Shaw's play 'Arms and the Man' concludes with these words of Sergius which refer to Bluntschli. Here, I refer it to Khan obviously.
"What a man! Is he a man!"
Fin
The Great Fucker, my trump-card, my ‘zill-e-Ilahi’ (Your Majesty) is someone who fucks you like a dream! I’ve had many sexual encounters with Americans, British, my boyfriend and with my friends-with-benefits (FWBs). He’s the first guy in my list of FWBs and he trumps them all. It seems, when he was a k*id someone had made him drink a magic potion of virility which will work permanently for him for the remainder of his life. Just like in the comic series Asterix, Getafix brews the magic potion to give his Gaulish warriors superhuman strength.
virility: (in a man) the quality of having strength, energy, and a strong sex drive; manliness.
He checks every item in the tick box above. Then creates a few other boxes himself, defines it appropriately and checks them too. His strength, stamina and sex-drive have to be seen to be believed. His probing hands on my naked body seeks out an unknown sexual desire. His propensity for sex cannot be measured by any scale. His masculinity makes us girls go weak in the knees. I lust after him like a bitch-in-the-manger. In English, "bitch" is both a female dog and a pejorative term for a woman. I have no shame in saying that, because that’s about as close to the truth as it can be. I’m from a very rich family, therefore never felt the need to beg someone for anything. He makes me beg on the bed, every single time he makes love to me. He knows every kind of kiss known to humans. He knows all the angles that needs to be covered in sex, his overall specialization. He is par-excellent at anything related to love-making, knows every trick in the book. He and I are having this lustful, orgasmic, mind-blowingly beautiful relationship for the last 3 years.
Khan is a good-looking 6ft 1-inch tall, big strapping lad with broad shoulders. He is slightly ‘wheatish’ in colour if you compare his skin tone to us girls who are extremely fair. The white population in the US who go for sun-bathing do so because they want a ‘tanned’ body. What that word essentially means is that they all want to turn brown! Some of them have so white a skin that they almost look like they are suffering from Vitiligo. Khan has his entire body permanently ‘tanned’, and he’s muscular. There is no girl in this world who’ll not admire the muscles and movement of his body when he’s making love to them. He’s simply sexy and makes me crave for his body if I don’t have sex with him for a week. And finally, he’s got an 8-inch-thick cock!
At around 1:00 PM every week on a Saturday or Sunday or both, we three girls make it a point to visit Khan’s restaurant. It’s not a Michelin Star, A1 quality fine-dining experience at a French restaurant. It’s an all-Indian Mughlai restaurant which serves mouth-watering delicious food. Even though it doesn’t look like from the exterior, this restaurant generates a lot of money, therefore making Khan a rich guy. We go over there to have their famous mutton (goat meat) Biryani. Khan as usual is all dressed up, shaven and looking dapper, receives us cordially and escort us to a corner of the restaurant where there are no blaring noises and the movement of people is minimum. The kind of table cloth, plates and cutlery available over at our table is not there on any other table. He makes sure he gets the finest quality of the same. He also makes sure his cook gives us twice the quantity of meat each serving! Four plates of aromatic Basmati rice, cooked in goat meat in what we call the Biryani, arrives. We absolutely enjoyed our food and the general hospitality of our host. When it comes to paying, he won’t accept any money from us since we wore his guests, therefore we give a tip which was 10-15 times the normal to the waiter(s). Everyone at the restaurant including Khan’s family believe that I am his girlfriend, because that is what it looks like. The hugging and the closeness between us, to any onlooker will appear as if we two are in love, and that is not entirely incorrect.
I an alpha-female, often come down to probably the sigma-level or below with him on the bed. This has to be done in any case, if the female has any hopes of getting a nice pounding from the guy. If she expects orgasms after orgasms, she will have to bent to the guy’s will. On the bed it’s all up to the guys, they are the initiators, they command us to do this or that. We willfully obey the guy. Because we are the recipient of the pleasure in any case, we cannot be that rude to the giver of the pleasure. This is in the rule book. Sure, the giver of pleasure also dearly wants us, but he can’t be complacent, he has to make sure that we the recipients are thoroughly satisfied. Pick the top 10 most powerful ladies in the world, if they lust after and would like to sleep with say a tall, muscular black guy with a 9-inch-thick cock, they are not going to make a speech or give out directions to the guy. They will just spread their legs wide open to let the guy do to them that they had hoped for. Pleasure. They are the recipients in any case, beggars can’t be choosers.
When I was first going out with Khan and was having a fling with him 3 years ago, I had told Miss Lascivious as to how good he really was. When she kept hearing about the absolute amazing qualities of Khan during the sex we had, of how he arouses me to a point of extreme ecstasy, she flatly wanted him! She kept pestering me to have him. Said since I already had a boyfriend, I should share my FWBs to her. I tried to dodge her a few times, gave haphazard answers, but her relentless pursuit and asking for him upteem times paid dividends. All three of us became friends at the tender age of 10, and it’s difficult for me not to listen to her demands. Within a couple of months of having exclusive access to Khan, I now had to share him with her. But with a condition that any such meeting with her will be conducted under me and in my apartment, nowhere else. She readily agreed. She sung such amazing paeans of him to Baby Doll, that now even my second girlfriend sought a similar treatment from me, after I had granted Lascivious of such a right. With a ch*ildlike attitude that Baby Doll has, it’s pretty easy to convince me.
Khan obviously remained busy during most the afternoons till the evening. The sexual reserves that he possesses is unheard of. The playfulness he displays before the act has begun to commence would make any female spread her legs for him, me including. He loves me so much that he’ll do anything for me, as said by him to me. He is a ‘Category A’ male, in the ‘chart’ of things to define the characteristics of a male or a female, which begins with the Greek letter Alpha. So, the ‘Category A’ indicates the Alpha, Beta & Gamma. How many females does he sleep with now? Not just the three of us girlfriends, but four. Remember in the “The Girl Who Got Lost In the Woods-Concluding part” article, I had mentioned about The Great Fucker that I had him ‘fixed’ with the jeweller’s wife (my so called sister)? Well, that’s Khan.
It does not matter where in India you belong to; you are prone to feel jealous of this guy. He not only sleeps with three very beautiful women (with Lascivious, the fourth one being given only the ‘above average’ rating amongst us) on a daily basis, but also gets gifts from the jeweller’s wife, by the truck load! She is so enamored with him that she feels the absolute need to buy gifts for him. He does her any which way he likes, so magnificently that she cums several times. If you can do that day in, day out, you pretty much own the woman. Her husband remains only in name, she serves Khan. Men’s premium perfumes brands like Hermès Terre D' Hermès, Dior Sauvage, Tom Ford Grey Vetiver etc. are with him by the dozens, he wears only crocodile skin belts not the cow-hide ones, he gets Obagi skin care products of every description, all his leather shoes are from Italy etc. His mother and younger sister, astounded as they were with the constant arrival of these gifts, asked him as to who sends all these expensive products. I was named as the sender.
My Mile-High Club guy (MHC guy) came up to me one day and enquired, after he knew about this kind of ‘setting’ that I had done. He said, “Yaar, mujhe bhi!”, which translates to ‘’Come on, me as well!”. If I went with him, I know what my circle of friends and well-wishers would think about me – I would be viewed as a procurer and supplier of boys! Oh hell, if this happens and the news reaches my boyfriend then he would probably tear the Websters dictionary and Ulysses by James Joyce that he has. He would have about two haemorrhages apiece if he hears anything to this effect! So, nothing doing with any other guy other than Khan. Remember, they are just my FWBs so they all have girlfriends of their own, except Khan. He remains loyal only to me and is therefore my right-hand man.
When your nipples have hardened every moment he licked your body, his lustful blows to the pussy in the missionary-position increases in force and when you are in a delirium screaming with pleasure, when your legs are automatically locked around his ass, I challenge any female not to cum in this situation! I could feel his shaven chest brushing against my breasts, and my erect nipples are crying out for his touch. It gives me immense pleasure when he with his 5-day stubble softly brushes on my skin and I am groaning louder as he does. When you are squirming with pleasure he’s giving you, your legs appear to have a mind of its own, when he begins to lick my clit again, I writhe with delight, arching my back involuntarily, and I come again, moaning in ecstasy. It was a more than satisfying multi-orgasmic experience. He made me feel like I was a completely desirable, hot blooded sexual being. And that is the most important thing in a sexual encounter if you are a female.
When the three of us are at my apartment for a ‘session’ – myself, Khan and the MHC guy, it’s with some excitement & a lot of lust. After round 1 with me, Khan goes to the living room to watch TV with the MCH guy staying put with me in the bedroom. We have amongst the finest TVs available in India – a Sony 55-inch LED 4K HDR Smart Android TV (there are some 4K resolution video’s available at xHamster, compare the digital clarity with the regular video’s that you watch, you will know the difference). With the size of the TV and crystal-clear pictures, it’s a delight to watch. He has the exact same TV at his house. What does he watch? Is it some news programs, cricket or football matches, some damn-fuckin’ saas-bahu-serials, some Bollywood movies, surely some Hollywood movies? The answer is a firm no to all of them. He specifically watches only a few channels which I hadn’t even heard of anybody watching it exclusively. Until I saw a gangster movie (forgot the name), in which one of the crime lords is watching it with as much dedication as Khan. Those channels are: History TV, National Geography, Ani*mal Planet, Discovery channel etc. He knows so much about Alexander the Great and his Greek Empire that when he talks of Macedonia you would think it’s a street between Khan Market and Karol Bagh, Delhi! He talks about the Minoan Civilization as if his grandfather lived during the era. He talks of the Egyptians Civilization better than anybody that I know. The way he talks about Ramesses II, you would think the great pharaoh (Died: 3213 years ago) was born much earlier than the Qutub Minar was built (Built: 829 years ago)! His eyes lit up and he passionately kissed me for a long time, the first time when I correctly told him the entire history, I knew about the above mentioned. Being one of the elite quizzers in the country has its advantages.
That clever bastard knows how to get my attention. He knows which all positions I really love to be fucked, is fine with, not really like it but if the guy insists- he can have it, don’t fuck me in that position etc. He targets the first category where I am the most vulnerable. With a guy who know how to arouse me to the pinnacle, I know how much I scream in a sexual-act that follows. Baby Doll screams the lowest – hers is moans only, by way of comparison if the noise she makes is an auto-rickshaw, mine is an Airbus A380 Jumbo-Jet airliner! With Khan I scream and squirm the loudest, my hands pulling the cushions on the bed, the pillows thrown everywhere. He’s the ‘gold standard’ as far as I know when it comes to sex.
When I undress completely, I’ve noticed the guy’s reluctance to let me go off my body. Not just with Khan but every single guy I’ve had sex with. When the three of us are at my apartment, a threesome if you will and when we take off all of our clothes, are in the buff, Khan drags me towards him and begins his kissing and caressing. Just by the bedside, when he knows I am getting wetter by the second, he lifts me up holding my butt. I am straddling him with my arms behind his neck and my legs wrapped up behind on his ass. I just love this position to bits. With a guy as strong as Khan is, he’ll feel no fatigue for half an hour in that position. It’s a testament to the guy’s physical strength.
I want him to enter me, because I am dripping wet by then. In an anti-climactic manoeuvre, he throws me straight onto my inviting bed, grabs my legs and drags me toward him. I am breathing heavily. He keeps my legs onto his chest, comes down, kisses me and asks. “Does my lady want some action?”. I desperately want his big beautiful cock banging my wet pussy now and here he is asking me a question! I quickly say, “Yes, please Khan”. Then he says, “I think that’s not an affirmative answer, don’t play games with me girl, are you at the heights of excitement?”. My clit is throbbing, I am wet, and my pussy craves him. Just as I had earlier said he targets me where I am vulnerable, i’m now begging him. When the excitement becomes palpable, I have my hands on his muscular chest caressing it and with a begging face, request him to fuck me. He does that straightening up. Almost with a sense of gratitude I moan, which becomes louder and louder till I cum hard. My body continues to tremble, and I feel sensations in my pussy and clit that can best be described as "aftershocks." The pleasure of being with him lasts even after he slowly take his cock away from me. Satisfied, I close my eyes to savour the sensation.
The MHC guy, don’t forget, is also on the bed slowly jerking his dick. But he dares not get into whatever Khan is doing, nobody can actually, and just wait till his turn arrives. When Khan goes off to watch TV, he becomes active. Right from cleaning my pussy with paper towels, kissing me and talking to me, he does all of that. Gets us Gatorade from the fridge to drink and then talks about how he fucks his girlfriend and his sexual encounters while he goes to Bombay, while fondling my boobs & pussy. He slowly gets me exited and like Khan, fucks me in the missionary-position but on the bed. When Khan comes back an hour and a half later, the second round is over and I have already orgasmed twice.
He said, “Quit the mickey-mouse bullshit you two are doing and let’s give the girl what she really wants”. I know what’s going on in his mind, and brings a bright smile to my face. I get on all fours and proclaim, “Spit roast me, you two!” while Khan is behind me. The MCH guy doesn’t know what I meant so he looks at Khan, who directs him to go in the front where my face is.
spit roasted (FMM) – The position when a woman is on her hands and knees with a guy behind her doing her doggie style while another male is in front of her and she is sucking on his penis. Looks very much like a pig being roasted on a spit.
This is my favourite position in sex and is difficult to get me to cum, especially after I’ve already had two orgasms. He curls his fingers slightly, and begin to massage my G spot, and I twist and moan with pleasure. He pulls his mouth away from my pussy, leaving his fingers deep inside. Breathing heavily, I beg him to let me suck his cock. I want so much to give him the amount of pleasure he’s already given me. He obliges and start fucking my mouth. He repeatedly thrust his throbbing cock into my mouth while making soft sounds of pleasure. When he resumes our position and enters me, my body at once begins to tremble. With me giving the MCH guy a blow-job, Khan is hammering at my pussy with his thick cock. This is the pleasure which I dearly want, every time. Khan is relentless in his efforts. The strength and stamina the guy shows have to be seen to be believed. I realize I am screaming with pleasure - and come convulsively and violently. He comes at the same time, and we share an earth-shattering orgasm.
George Bernard Shaw's play 'Arms and the Man' concludes with these words of Sergius which refer to Bluntschli. Here, I refer it to Khan obviously.
"What a man! Is he a man!"
Fin
2 years ago
Nah, just kiddin' with you.