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#2 in crossdressing (out of 16k)
Vijay unemployed and heartbroken sitting on his couch wondering how he would pay the rent that has been due for 5 months.
Ramesh his landlord, a recent widower in his 50s Knocked on his do...
Their lips met with a passion that was new and overwhelming. Ramesh's hands roamed over his body, his fingers tracing the curves that had once brought him so much shame. But now, they were a source of power. "Vijay," Ramesh murmured against his lips. "I want you."
Vijay closed his eyes, his voice shaking. "Not Vijay," he said, his voice a mere whisper. "Lakshmi. You want Lakshmi."
Ramesh's eyes searched his own, and then a look of understanding passed over his face. "Yes," he said, his voice a growl of desire. "Lakshmi, my love."
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Vijay felt a thrill at the sound of his dead wife's name on Ramesh's lips. He knew this was a dangerous path, but he couldn't help it. He dropped to his knees, his hands shaking as he unbuckled Ramesh's belt.
He had never done this before, but something about the power dynamic had him craving it.
Ramesh's cock sprang free, and Vijay took it in his hand, feeling the heat and weight of it.
He leaned in and kissed the tip, feeling the man's body shudder. Ramesh's hand threaded through his hair, guiding him, urging him deeper.
As Vijay took Ramesh's cock into his mouth again, he felt a strange sense of power.
He knew he could make this man lose control, could bring him to his knees with just the flick of his tongue. And as he did so, he felt his own arousal growing, his cock straining against the fabric of his panty.
Ramesh's grip tightened, and he groaned. Vijay knew he was close, and he redoubled his efforts, taking more of the man into his mouth, feeling the muscles in his throat strain.
And then, with a roar, Ramesh came again, filling Vijay's mouth with his seed. This time, Vijay didn't swallow. He pulled away, letting the cum spill down his chin, watching as Ramesh's eyes went wide with shock and pleasure.
"Lakshmi," Ramesh gasped, his voice ragged. "You're so beautiful."
Vijay felt a strange thrill at the praise. He stood up, his body trembling with excitement. "Let's go to our bed," he said, walking towards the bedroom.
His hips swayed with each step, the sari pooling around his ankles. He knew what was coming next, and his body was ready for it.
In the bedroom, he let the last of his clothing fall away, revealing himself in all his glory. He climbed onto the bed, his ass in the air, his body quivering with anticipation. Ramesh followed, his eyes dark with lust.
The first time Ramesh pushed into him, Vijay let out a scream. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before, tearing through him like a hot knife.
But as Ramesh's gentle hands stroked his back and whispered reassurances, the pain began to recede, giving way to a feeling he had never known.
His body stretched to accommodate the man, and as Ramesh began to move, Vijay felt the first stirrings of pleasure.
They moved together, their bodies a tapestry of sweat and desire. Ramesh was slow and careful, his movements deliberate. And as Vijay grew accustomed to the feeling of being filled, the pleasure grew, swelling inside him like a tide.
He began to moan, his body moving of its own accord, meeting Ramesh's thrusts with eager need.
The room was a blur of sensation—the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the feel of Ramesh's cock moving deep within him.
They tried multiple positions—Ramesh on top, then Vijay, then spooning—each one bringing new sensations and new heights of pleasure.
Vijay felt himself getting closer to the edge, his body tightening around Ramesh. "Fuck me harder," he moaned, his voice unrecognizable. "Make me your wife."
Ramesh's grip on his hips tightened, and he complied, his strokes growing more urgent.
Vijay's orgasm hit him like a wave, his body convulsing with pleasure. He had never felt so alive, so wanted, so complete.
As they lay together, panting and spent, Vijay felt a warmth spread through him. It was a feeling that had nothing to do with the act itself and everything to do with the connection they had shared.
"I want to be your wife forever," Vijay whispered, his voice a soft caress against Ramesh's ear. He placed his head on the man's shoulder, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath his cheek.
Ramesh stiffened, his breath catching. "What?" he asked, his voice thick with confusion and hope.
Vijay sat up, looking into Ramesh's eyes. "I said, I want to be your wife forever," he repeated, his voice stronger this time. "I want to make you happy. I want to be the one you come home to."
The landlord's gaze searched Vijay's face, looking for any sign of doubt or insincerity. But all he saw was a sincere longing that mirrored his own.
He pulled Vijay back down, his arms wrapping around the younger man's waist. "You don't know what you're saying," Ramesh murmured, his voice filled with awe.
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Vijay leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Ramesh's neck. "I do," he said, his voice firm. "I want to make this right. I want to be here for you, just like Lakshmi was."
Ramesh's eyes filled with tears, and he pulled Vijay closer, burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for giving me a reason to live again."
