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Disclaimers:
This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, places, or events is coincidental.
All characters who engage in sexual activities in this story are well over 18 years of age.
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It was one of those summer evenings in Wayanad, a district in the north-east of the Indian state of Kerala, "God's own country." The sun was gradually disappearing over the horizon, and the golden skylights along with a gentle cooling breeze were entering through the windows of the room, where Sanjay was staying.
It was a small rented room with minimum amenities. A single bed, a worn-out chair, and a wooden desk with an attached bathroom. For a traveler like Sanjay, that was enough to keep his travel gear, camera equipment, and electronic devices like laptop and external hard drives. For three hundred rupees a night along with free WiFi and food, it was more than enough.
Mrs. Fernandez, a widow in her late thirties owned this house, which stood at the edge of a busy market street. She was living with her only daughter Leeza, who just entered her early twenties. Leeza was in her primary school when her father passed away in a road accident.
Ever since, Mrs. Fernandez has managed everything, from her job at the local bank to bringing up Leeza without letting her feel the absence of her father.
She met Mr. Fernandez in college, they fell in Love and ended up doing things, young people do. The families from both sides didn't accept their relationship, so they took matters into their own hands and got married in court.
Was it destiny or the curses of both families, no one knows. Just a few years into their marriage, when they were just starting to live a family life, Mr. Fernandez met a fatal road accident and lost his life.
Despite all the hardship, Mrs. Fenandez was determined to give her daughter a better future and was preparing her to face the cruel world. So needless to say, she was a bit strict with her daughter when it came to boyfriends.
Since she, had gone through the pains and sufferings of an early-age relationship and marriage, she didn't want her daughter to face any such circumstances. Not until, she's completely ready, mentally, financially, and socially. So there was a strict "No boyfriends" rule imposed on Leeza.
Leeza was blooming just as beautiful as her mother, with her dusky skin, shoulder-length black hair, and athletic figure. Whenever the mother-daughter duo went out together, they would get head turns from all the males and females around. At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that they were mother-daughter, they looked like siblings.
Mrs. Fernandez was cautious of the male attention and approaches, which she always lectured her daughter about. On the other hand, Leeza was enjoying all the male attention and female jealousies she would get in her day-to-day life.
As there were a series of restrictions on what she was allowed to do, Leeza often found herself in front of her Laptop which she insisted her mother to buy. And of course, she again persuaded her mother to get a high-speed internet connection, so that she could get all the help to assist her in her studies.
But like all young adults, who are in their early twenties, Leeza's body and mind were also eager to explore the forbidden world. From her girlfriends in college, she got her first view of porn. At first, she hated it, she couldn't process the idea of any such activities, it was a disgusting and filthy thing her upbringing had warned her about, but with time all the negative judgments and hatred towards porn and sex, in general, washed away from her mind.
Leeza learned this trick from one of her female best friends, "how to watch porn undetected."
She created a fake account on the social media site called "Quitter" and followed all the accounts her friend recommended. In that way, the web browser history will never show that she accessed any porn websites, what a brilliant idea!!
As a backup, she would have an educational or travel video playing on "Quotube", in a separate browser window and would switch to it, in case she heard her mother's footsteps nearby.
Nothing is free in this world, people often think if they're not paying money to access any particular web services like social media, they think it is free. But the fact is, they're paying for it, in the form of data.
Leeza had the impression that nobody would know about her secret activities on the internet. But she did not know that her data was being shared by the social media company to a giant corporation that owned "Quotube". The algorithms did their thing and one day Leeza stumbled upon this travel blogger's channel on "Quotube" named "Sanjay Vlogs". It got the immediate attention of Leeza. She Loved his travel vlogs, the places he visited, his interaction with the local communities, and most importantly the way he looked.
Often days Mrs. Fernandez would deliberately stay near Leeza, to check on her, whether her daughter had fallen into the ill traps of the internet, which she read in the newspapers or not. Videos of young girls in compromised situations getting viral on the internet had become very common and Mrs. Fernandez was very concerned about protecting her daughter from any such mishaps. Little did she know, her daughter had already become addicted to watching those viral videos, but in a very discreet manner.
Whenever Mrs. Fernandez would keep her daughter under surveillance, pretending to read newspapers while keeping her eyes and ears open; Leeza would switch to "Quotube" and watch videos of her newly discovered travel vlogger. She would watch those videos curiously and tell her mother there's so much we can learn from new places and cultures, but deep down in her mind something else was bothering her about this man, she was not able to find out.
Sanjay, being a travel blogger in his mid-thirties, maintained an appearance so youthful and vigorous that he could easily pass for someone in his early twenties. Despite his age, his energy and enthusiasm for adventure made Leeza attracted to him. His perfectly 'V' shaped body with the right amount of muscles at the right places would often make her weak between her legs. His deep manly voice was an add-on bonus for Leeza's endless daydream fantasies.
She was so obsessed with him, that she would watch his videos whenever she had some spare time from her studies, even in her college classroom, drawing the attention of all her female best friends who circled her to check out what Lezza was up to. Just a few minutes into the video, one of the girls in the group shouted out loud, "Ohh.... Myyyy... Goddd!!". Everyone including Lezza looked at her with a puzzled face.
"I've seen this guy, in that desi_viral_videos profile, on "Quitter", said the girl.
"What rubbish!!! Have you lost your mind?", Lezza responded.
All the other girls just exchanged looks seeing each other's faces.
"Trust me, I've seen him. Fine, let's check out that viral video together, then all you bitches will know if I'm right or you all are blind."
"Fine....!!", all replied in unison.
Leeza's heart stopped for a while in shock; when her friend pointed out the tattoo on the arms of that unknown man in the video.
Her friend was right, the tattoo matches Sanjay's.
"See....!! I told you all bitches...!! I'm never wrong. By the way, he's such a hot guy, look how he's fucking this woman, non-stop."
"Stop!!", Lezza shouted and got up from her place. "I need some fresh air.", saying this, she rushed out of the classroom while all the other girls continued to watch the videos. Not the travel blog; but the sex tapes leaked on "Quitter".
Now Leeza understood, why her womanly instinct was bothering her all this time. It was no one else but Sanjay's sex tapes she had been masturbating to in her bedtime. She can't even remember how many times she had achieved orgasms because of his sex tapes.
Soon Sanjay had also become the daydream subject of almost all those girls. Such was the impact of his charisma...
So when Sanjay announced, that he'd be visiting Kerala on his next trip, Leeza dropped him an email, stating if he needed a place to stay, they'd have an extra room.
Eventually, Sanjay responded.
Leeza had no intention of charging any money from him and she made that point clear to her mother. But when Sanjay insisted, Mrs. Fernandez agreed to take a rent of three hundred rupees/ per night, in the emails they exchanged.
Leeza was on cloud nine.
"I can't believe it!! the man of my sexual fantasies is going to stay in our home. Ohhh.... God.. I can't wait to see him in flesh and blood. I just can't...."
Leeza wrote down these lines in her secret online note app. That's where she kept the list of all those porn posting accounts of "Quitter" and that's where this secret thought belonged, away from her mother's investigating eyes.
Finally, in the very next week, Sanjay reached their home as a paying traveler guest.
She took leave from her college stating illness, while telling her mother that she needed time for self-study as the exam was nearby. She didn't tell any of her college friends about Sanjay's stay at her house, for obvious reasons.
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It was one of those summer evenings in Wayanad, a district in the north-east of the Indian state of Kerala, "God's own country." The sun was gradually disappearing over the horizon, and the golden skylights along with a gentle cooling breeze were entering through the windows of the room, where Sanjay was staying.
As the room dimmed with the setting sun, only the orange hues spilling through the open window illuminated the space.
The noise from the surrounding daily market was so loud, that nothing would be audible if people were to talk to each other inside their homes in the neighborhood. The top floor room, where Sanjay was staying was no different. If he would even play songs with his portable speakers at max volume, people down on the streets would hear nothing. Not even a single beat or bass.
That fateful evening it was not the mixed music playlist that was being played by Sanjay, something else was unfolding, in that top-floor room. Away from the neighborhood's eyes, amidst the local market noise.
Sanjay was sitting on the edge of his bed, his back straight, his breathing measured, and eyes closed.
Leeza was there, kneeling before him, completely naked, engaged in tasting the dick of her life; the dick she had craved till now, was in her mouth. Her lips had engulfed the full girth of Sanjay's cock. The glance of his dick was sandwiched between her tongue and the rough surface of the upper mouth. She was licking every inch of his cock glance, flickering her tongue back and forth, teasing the tip of cock hole. She swallowed the saliva her mouth was producing mixed with Sanjay's pre-cum, as if she was sucking the nectar from a lollypop; a warm and hard boneless flesh indeed.
She ran her lips along the lengths of his dick feeling all veins pulsating with blood of lust.
The intoxicating smell coming out of her dream man's groin area was making Leeza lose control of her mind.
While all parts of her mouth were busy exploring the length and girth of Sanjay's cock. Her left hand slowly reached the scrotum, caressing the balls filled with semen, which was hanging just below his manhood. Her right hand reached her sweet honeypot in search of the thrilling electric sensations her clitoris always produced, whenever she rubbed herself in private.
Sanjay, grunting with pleasure, opened his eyes to look across the bed, the three-foot-long wall mirror gave Sanjay a clear view of Leeza's bent-over naked body.
He watched, breathing heavily, captivated by the sight of her beauty. Her ass cheeks, raised above the ground with perfectly symmetric curves converged at the wet glistening pussy, forming the shape of a heart. Even though her pussy was covered with a trimmed patch of pubic hair, the welcoming vulva lips of her pussy were shining in the sunset light, coated with transparent sticky discharges flowing all the way to her inner thighs. Her head moved in a rhythmic up-and-down motion, swaying her hair with each movement.
