It’s Not My Fault
Copyright© 2026 by SexyPreeti
Chapter 5
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 5 - My name is Preeti and I am writing this story on behalf of Nandini. Please note, this is a slow burn story so don’t expect full sex very soon. Be patient with me because I will take you thru a detail of her real life and the way it evolved. I hope you all enjoy it and show me your love with your likes and comments.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual True Story Cheating Polygamy/Polyamory Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Foot Fetish Hairy Public Sex Indian Erotica Slow
I couldn’t believe despite cumming so many times this man was still hard. Maybe I was not seeing it properly but this was unusual ... I entered the outhouse with Shyam following right behind me.
I looked around tossing a few boxes but didn’t find what I was looking for. I got further irritated because just last month I had bought a fresh set of gardening tools. So Shyam was right when he said he didn’t find it.
I turned to him and warmly said “Shyam I am really sorry for shouting at you earlier. I am irritated because I bought all the stuff just last month. So it had to be here only. God only knows where he has kept it”.
He too very sweetly replied “it’s okay madam, it is not your fault”. My outhouse isn’t a very big place but still has a lot of stuff dumped there including old furniture. We both spent some time scrounging the place but didn’t find what we were looking for.
Then Shyam looked at the attic and said “madam maybe we need to look there” pointing at the attic. I looked where he was pointing to and a lot of stuff was dumped there. I tried but couldn’t reach it.
Shyam pointed to a wooden stool and said “madam you please get on this so you can have easier access”. Before I could think or say anything, he picked up the stool and kept it in position. This stool wobbled horribly.
I shrieked “Shyam you don’t expect me to get on such an unsteady stool. What if I fall”? Shyam confidently replied “you don’t worry about that madam. I will hold the stool perfectly steady for you while you are up there”.
I had read a sex story with the exact same setting and that led to an erotic sexperience. This gave wings to my imagination and also the encouragement for me to try it. My arousal was already beginning to grow.
Shyam had already seen me practically naked and I had seen his fat black cock so there was nothing which we didn’t know about each other. I looked at him and said “fine Shyam. I am only going to get on this stool because I trust you”.
He eagerly nodded yes with a wide smile. Shyam squatted on the floor holding the stool firm with both hands while I climbed on it after placing my hands on his shoulders for balance.
While climbing on the stool, I momentarily lost my balance and ended up with my big tits pressed in his face. Fuckk ... this felt so damn good and arousing making me let out an involuntary Ahhhhhhhh...
Shyam quickly asked “madam ... madam are you okay”? I just nodded yes feeling embarrassed and stood up on the stool. I looked down below and found him smiling eagerly while looking up at me.
Then it struck me I was without bra and panties now. So while looking up Shyam had a perfect balcony view of my naked pussy. My loose t-shirt would give him a perfect underside look at my big naked tits.
A shudder ran thru my spine sending my arousal to newer heights. Unknowingly I had lured him creating the perfect setting. I got busy looking for the tools and suddenly the stool shook a bit. I grabbed the edge of the attic and screamed.
I said “Shyam please hold the stool steady or I will fall”. Even before I completed my sentence, Shyam was standing with his arms firmly around my upper thighs. He said “you don’t worry madam. I am right here holding you so I won’t let you fall”.
His touch on my bare thighs made my body tremble like a strong earthquake because not even my earlier boyfriends had ever touched me there leave alone Ramesh. I nodded okay and turned my attention back to the attic.
I looked below and saw Shyam’s face less than an inch from my crotch only separated by my skirt. My arousal was uncontrollable now and my pussy was leaking crazily.
There was no doubt now that Shyam could smell my leaking juices from over my skirt from such closeness. That attic sex story in the similar setting replayed in my mind sending my arousal soaring even higher.
His palms which were gripping my things now started gently caressing them. My pussy watered uncontrollably, my back arched, my body shuddered with sexual tension and excitement. Now I felt something press against my crotch.
I looked below and Shyam was pressing his face with his nose against my pussy from over my skirt. Just this was enough to bring me close to my next orgasm. Shyam grabbed this chance and rubbed his face hard against my crotch.
I grabbed the edge of the attic hard and screamed “stop Shyam, what are you doing”? He didn’t answer and continued grinding his face harder and deeper between my thighs. All his rubbing action had pushed my skirt higher.
His hands which were around my thighs earlier, were now firmly cupping my naked butt cheeks squeezing them like he was kneading dough. All this caused my skirt to rise further higher exposing my dripping wet naked pussy to him.
I could feel his hot breath directly hitting against my bare pussy. His nose was rubbing against my sensitive clit. This itself sent tidal waves of pleasures coursing thru my body. My legs were suddenly feeling weak.
My knees felt like they would give way anytime. I tried to hang on to the attic with every ounce of strength I had left. Then I felt something warm and wet against my clit. Fuckkk ... Shyam was licking my clit now teleporting me instantly to sexual heavens.
My ultimate fantasy of having my pussy licked was finally coming true now. May not be in the best possible way but still it was happening when I was least expecting it. My pleas to stop him fell on deaf ears.
Shyam now had his face between my thighs slurping on my pussy juices. He murmured “madam the aroma of your juices has been driving me nuts all day, even god cannot stop me from enjoying your tasty juices now”.
I realised I was now almost squatting involuntarily on his mouth while still holding on to the edge of the attic with one hand. My other hand was in his hair trying to push his face harder to my dripping went cunt.
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