Riya Bhabhi Got Fucked By Dress Tailor
It was a sweltering summer afternoon. Riya bhabhi, wearing a thin cotton saree, was sitting in the tailoring shop, waiting for the dressmaker to take her measurements for a new blouse. The tailor, a middle-aged man with a mop of greying hair, was fiddling with his measuring tape, his eyes constantly drifting to Riya’s ample cleavage peeking through the flimsy fabric.
Riya shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling the tailor’s gaze on her body. She clutched her saree tighter, trying to cover more of her skin, but the saree kept slipping, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her smooth flesh. Beads of sweat trickled down her neck, disappearing into her deep cleavage.
“Riya bhabhi, can you please turn around?” the tailor asked in a hoarse voice, holding the tape measure in his hand. Riya nodded and slowly turned, exposing her back to him. The saree had ridden up, revealing the swell of her ass cheeks.
The tailor gulped, his hand trembling slightly as he measured her waist and hips. His fingers grazed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Riya bit her lip, trying to ignore the sensation.
As the tailor finished taking her measurements, he accidentally brushed his hand against her ass. Riya gasped, feeling a jolt of electricity course through her body. She turned around, her eyes wide with surprise.
“Sorry, Riya bhabhi,” the tailor mumbled, his face turning red. “It was an accident.”
Riya nodded, her heart racing. She could feel the heat emanating from the tailor’s body, mingling with her own. The air in the shop felt heavy and charged.
The tailor cleared his throat. “I’ll start working on your blouse now. It should be ready in a few days.”
Riya smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Thank you, tailor ji. I’ll come back tomorrow to check on the progress.”
The next day, Riya walked into the shop, her saree even thinner than before. The tailor looked up from his work, his eyes widening at the sight of her. Riya smiled coyly, sauntering up to him.
“How’s the blouse coming along, tailor ji?” she asked, leaning forward to give him an ample view of her cleavage.
The tailor coughed, his hands shaking as he held up the half-finished blouse. “It’s coming along well, Riya bhabhi. I should have it ready by the end of the day.”
Riya nodded, her eyes never leaving his face. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, matching her own. She decided to take a chance.
“Tailor ji, can I ask you something?” she said, her voice low and seductive.
“Of course, Riya bhabhi. What is it?” the tailor replied, his voice trembling slightly.
Riya leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “I was wondering… would you like to fuck me?”
The tailor’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open. For a moment, he was speechless. Then, a slow smile spread across his face.
“Yes, Riya bhabhi. I would love to fuck you,” he said, his voice filled with lust.
Riya grinned, her eyes sparkling with triumph. She grabbed the tailor’s hand and led him to the back room of the shop.
As soon as they were alone, the tailor pushed Riya against the wall, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss. Riya moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The tailor’s hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts and ass through the thin fabric of her saree. Riya gasped, her nipples hardening under his touch.
The tailor pushed her saree up, revealing her smooth thighs and garter belt. Riya giggled, unhooking her garters and letting her stockings slide down her legs. The tailor groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.
He pushed her panties aside, his fingers finding her already wet pussy. Riya cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. The tailor rubbed her clit, his fingers slipping in and out of her dripping hole.
Riya fumbled with the tailor’s pants, unzipping them and pulling his throbbing cock out. She stroked it gently, feeling it twitch in her hand.
The tailor pulled his fingers out of her pussy and pushed her to her knees. Riya looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. She took his cock in her mouth, sucking it eagerly.
The tailor groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. Riya gagged, tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t stop sucking.
After a few minutes, the tailor pulled her off his cock, lifting her to her feet. He pushed her against the wall, hiking her saree up around her waist. Riya lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist, giving him better access to her pussy.
The tailor positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing it against her wet folds. Riya bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation.
With one hard thrust, the tailor pushed his cock into her pussy, stretching her walls around his thick shaft. Riya cried out, her nails digging into his back.
The tailor started fucking her hard, his hips slamming against hers with each thrust. Riya moaned, her breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts. She clung to him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
The tailor pulled out of her suddenly, turning her around. He bent her over a nearby table, pushing her saree up over her hips. Riya looked back at him, her eyes glazed with lust.
The tailor positioned his cock at her entrance, pushing it in with one hard thrust. Riya screamed, her pussy clenching around his cock. The tailor started fucking her harder, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.
Riya pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. The tailor reached around, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. Riya’s body started to shake, her orgasm building up inside her.
With a final thrust, the tailor pushed her over the edge. Riya came hard, her pussy spasming around his cock. The tailor followed her, his cock twitching as he filled her with his cum.
They collapsed onto the table, their bodies intertwined. Riya smiled, her eyes closed in satisfaction. The tailor kissed her gently, his hands stroking her hair.
As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passion, Riya knew that this was not the end. This was just the beginning of a long and satisfying affair with the dress tailor.
From that day on, Riya visited the tailor’s shop every day, not just for her clothes, but for the pleasure he gave her with his cock. And the tailor, well, he was happy to oblige, knowing that he had found a customer who would keep him busy for a long time to come.