For todays update I picked one of my favourite movies. On my knees (on a cushion to be more comfortable) and after some sucking and rubbing I'm rewarded with a load of sperm right into my mouth that closed over the end of my mans cock. I put my tongue over the tip to stop it all spurting down my throat. A nice mouthful to show camera. And then swallow! Probably better with Limca.
Updating the site today. I choose a nice blowjob/handjob movie in which, though I look incredibly busy, the actual cumshot happened a bit later. Even all my skills can't wring water from stone on demand!
For something different we did the old cum drinking routine that I've seen on some other websites. After some sucking and wanking, my guy finally came into a glass. I tried to milk out the very last drop. Then I just pretended that it was an Indian lassi and down it went. Creamy smooth!
We have only one computer in our house and it's just used by myself. When I'm infront of it I claim to be studying and even when I doing my webmaster work, no-one's any wiser. Well, so I thought. I just noticed that my dad must have tried his hand at surfing last night. Luckily for me he's a total n00b. If he'd have taken a look in 'History' I might not be writing this today! Better to remember to clear everything after each and every use.
English History class with sexy Mr XXXXX. Now I know that he has the hots for me because....I make sure I do everything possible to turn him on! He's a young guy. How can he resist?! I open a couple more buttons on the front of my blouse, roll my tongue around the end of my pencil, cross and uncross my legs and make furtive eye contact and then shyly look away. Ha, I'm good at this. ( History should have taught him that we Indians won in the end).Let's hope I get top marks!!
My Indian friend Anusha came round last night and we ended up drinking alittle wine and playing cards. With more and more drunk, we started playing strip poker. And of course with me being as totally useless at cards as I am at holding my drink, I ended up stark naked in no time at all. Well, Anusha didn't want the game to end there, and so we continued, but with dares in place of clothes. After going through me having to finger myself with one, then two, then three fingers, the evening ended with me having to fuck my friends dark Indian pussy with the wine bottle whilst licking her creamy cunt. So it really was a game of 'poke-her'!!
Shot in the office yesterday with me looking very pretty in a Indian floral dress. It goes without saying I had no panties on underneath. Standing, with one foot on a chair, and then leaning forwards and slightly sideways, I can reach behind and stick a dark wet finger into my sweet little twat. If you were then to come up behind me, well....I guess we all know what would happen!
Whilst laying on my bed last night eating a banana, I was feeling kinda horny. So having nothing more at hand than the fruit in question, I thought, well, there's a first time for everything! So, laying on my back infornt of the mirror, I spread my legs as wide as possible and started fingering my little cunt until it was nice and juicy. With two fingers I spread my lips and then with the other hand eased the banana into my hole. Pretty soon I had the whole going in and out and what was especially horny was that I was so creamy, with this running down to my asshole like hot sperm. I came so strongly that my vaginal contrations actually 'bit' the banana in two, with half staying up my cunt! Mind you, it was so sexy, squeezing it out, hot, sticky and juicy into my dark little hand. Yum!
Whilst doing today's updates I found myself looking through the videos. It's funny seeing yourself on the screen doing things which are normally intimate. But having said that, I do like to see my dark Indian body and sweet sexy pussy. Funnily enough, though I'm sure taking a load of sticky cum into my mouth is probably the high point for many of you guys, it's not the sexiest thing for Madhuri. That would be....the shape of my mouth, especially when it forms that "O", as the dildo or finger slides in. As you can imagine, I found myself getting quite moist sitting at the computer, so much so that I needed some privacy in my room to get off that pent up sexual tension.
Photo and video work today. Nothing too heavy, just a sofa, my wet Indian cunt, my finger and a rock hard cock! Whatever word association game you want to play....well you'ld win with any combination!
Driving out of the petrol station a couple of mornings and some tosser tries to cut infront of me and ends up smashing my front wing. Of course there isn't a mark on his vehicle, but mine'll need a new wing and repray down the side. I drive a Smart, and because it's covered with funky graphics and maintained by Mercedes Benz, and because I'm only on third party, translates to a whopping bill. Fucksocks!
If you were to call me and ask me out on a date yesterday, I could honestly say I was doing my hair! Though in the pics it appears to be black, it has some burgandy in it. Over the years I' had quite afew different styles, but always let it grow back long. In my teens I was even (for a very short time) blonde. As you can imaging, my Indian parents saw the end to that!
After knowing (or knowing as well as one can through an on-line Indian social site) I met XXXXX at a local cafe. He was very sweet and within no time at all we found ourselves back at his place doing the do. I like to consider myself a considerate lover, willing a accomadate most sexual tastes, but not normally on the first 'date'. So I found it alittle shocking that, after taking me from behind (sooo good!), I felt him withdraw and then try to thrust into my ass. Now I love anal but only when I'm fully relaxed, and only with someone whose really special. Plus it's always better if I've had an aneama before hand. In all the porn videos you see, there is ALWAYS an unseen aneama beforehand, otherwise there's just lots of shit everywhere. When I tried to suggest that maybe not this time by reaching behind to steer his cock back into my wet twat, he knocked my hand away and tried even harder. But I have a very tight little ass hole, and sweezing this meant that nothing, but nothing would be getting in there! So, though we finished up with me taking a mouthful of his sperm, I knew that this type of macho was not for me. I'm kind of glad I discovered it so early.
The other day I was talking about cock sucking technique after watching one of my Indian friends perform during a shoot. There is a certain skill necessary for photographing this from my part, mainly involving at what angle I hold my head, so that the open mouth can be seen clearly. Because there is only one chance each time we shot, I have to get it right, even if this involves some discomfort from me. For instance, awhile back, whilst shooting a cock sucking that culminated in an open mouthed cum shot, the blast of sperm hit the back of my throat making me gag and turn away. Not good! So now I always am ready with my tongue to stop this happening again. Like-wise, knowing when to stop sucking and to open the mouth. Too early, and there's a long wait, to late and there's cum over everything apart from my face! And then there's the skill of letting it slowly dribble out one corner of my mouth....and all the time looking hot and sexy!! Serious skills!
I think my little brother might have an idea of what I'm doing. He told me today that some of his school friends had seen me on the internet doing "dirty things". He seemed both in awe of me (his friends obviously said some hot things about me) and at the same time, kinda disturbed by me posing nude. Well I'm sure his friends pointed him to the website and he was able to have a good look. We have an understanding, that he'll keep quiet, and I'll not tell about those "dirty" magazines he has hidden away. It's kinda yukky thinking about it but...I wonder if he gets hot looking at his sexy Indian sister?
Finally got up the courage to tell my parents that I no longer want to attend collage, but want to make my "Web design" business the main focus of my life. Suprisingly they weren't upset, but said that they'd noticed how busy I'd become and hoped I was making enough money. I then showed them some design work I'd done, and of course, with them being pretty computer illiterate, they were very impressed. I'm feeling very positive.
Because my Indian parents had said they would be visiting relatives, I invited the photographer around to the house so we could do some more 'normal' pics using the rooms as backdrops. Well there we were, in my bedroom, me with a cock in my mouth and dildo up my cunt when...we heard the key in the front door lock! Just like in those crappy 70's movies, I had to stuff the poor photographer, along with his hard-on, into my wardrobe and then dive onto the bed with a book, pretending to read and hold an innocent pose. My mother had forgotten some shit, but they then had to faff around for what seemed like bloody ages. I honestly felt like a teenager who has snuck her first boyfriend into her bedroom.
My No.1 fan is always writing such sweet things about me. He keeps a blog http:/ilovemadhuri/thumblogger.com and puts down his thoughts and fantasies with regard to me work. It's really quite flattering and he seems to want to spread the word about how much he loves my website to anyone who'll listen. Funnily enough, he's never actually contacted me (there's a Contact Madhuri button on the Members' Page). Maybe he's just shy, more especially as he likes to speak of what he'd like to do to me, which usually involve his cock and one of my orifices!
My last English lesson with Mr XXXX. Before going into class, I popped into the ladies and removed my panties. Then sitting at the front of the class, I constantly opened and closed my dark legs whilst lazily stroking my inner thigh, but all the time mainainting a sweet and innocent look on my pretty little Indian face. In a bit of a fluster, he ended the class early, with some excuse about having lots of exams to mark up. So I waited until I was the last to go towards the door...but instead closed it so just the two of us remained. I sat myself on the edge of his desk and told him that this was my last lesson, if not the last time we would see each other, and...... that I wanted him to fuck me! After looking alittle shocked, he jumped up and ran to lock the door. Well, to cut a long story short, we did the do, ending with a huge sperm shot into my open and willing mouth, which I then rolled around before swallowing noisily. He said that he'd never had such a hot encounter before and would always remember me. And I said: "Of course"!!
The photographer has suggested that some sort of sexy anal action on the site might be interesting for our subcribers.Yeah right! So each night, I lay on my bed and practice inserting fingers, dildos and small cucumbers, all with lashings of KY jelly whilst looking in the mirror. I do find it difficult to relax the muscles there, but did manage to get a couple of fingers in, at the same time fingering my cunt. Tomorrow I'll ask the photographer to give me a hand, either by fucking me and then inserting a finger at the same time, or, by finger fucking me in both holes together. Poor guy...what a job!!
I cooked a delicious French style meal for my family last night. Chicken breast in white wine, served with dauphinoes potatoes and sauted veg. Went down like a lead ballon. Though I'm always trying to open their blinkered eyes, it always comes down to "Indian is best". Why do I bother?
Had a strange and disturbing email today. One of my subscribers seems to have mixed up reality with fantasy and says he's going to marry me. OK that doesn't sound so bad but....he then goes on to claim to know where I live, and says he'll come to the house to ask my parents permission for him to 'save' me from my debauched life! Looking through the billing information, I see that he's based in 'Hicksville', USA, and my guess is, he doesn't even have a passport.It appears that not one week goes by without some nutcase wanting to 'save Madhuri', claim Madhuri, and generally help Madhuri mend her wicked ways. and the funny thing is that they only know me from sitting infront of their computers wanking over my pics and vids. I guess they want me there in the flesh!
Watching my sexy Indian friend, Rupali, suck cock during a photo shoot the other day, made me realize that there are many ways to skin a cat (as they say!). She has this thing where she sucks and then lets the dick pop out of her mouth with, of course, a popping noise. Also she likes to spend as much time on licking and squeezing the balls as she does on the cock. Now, balls are just not my cup of tea, mainly because I can't get used to picking the wirey pubic hair out of my teeth later. I tend to just concentrate on the helmet and sometimes run my tongue up and down the shaft. But I must confess that Rupali has taught me that licking the helmet just as the guy cums, helps get every last drop. Waste not want not (as they say!).
Getting alot of attention from my online social networking entry. Because I listed myself as "Bi" it seems to be causing some unhappiness in some Indian men, who can't help but write me abuse because of it. (Of course I can't put my real work here). But the vast majority are lovely and sweet men, but all wanting to chat on MSN for some reason! But I have a rule that I don't do chat as it's too personal. None of these guys would be interested in a relationship if they knew of my "real" job, so I don't want them to get too close. It's a shame really, as I can see quite afew I'd like to get to know better. Also I don't want to get addicted to answering people back, or waiting for replies. No, I just like to have very brief on-line encounters and then say goodbye!
Quiet day spent shopping with my Mum. We went into town with Dad (he is a bus driver, (how typically Indian is that!) and bought some clothes and bits and bobs. I spent some money on my mother, because this is the only way she believes that my "business" is going well. McDees' for lunch and a tour for me around Topshop, before heading home in the late afternoon. Night in with Eastenders and then answering emails and doing some updates. Then bed with a book. Just my idea of a lovely day.
My Indian girlfriend, Indrakshi, came by last night wanting to see herself on the web site. Secretly I think she was more interested in what the subscribers might be saying about her. And of course, everyone was so sweet, well, they were saying how much they'ld like to fuck her, so much the same thing! As we sat side by side at my new computer upstairs in my bedroom, I could feel her getting hot. She was then surfing for porn videos clips. Being one of my best friends, it was my pleasure to help her out by sliding my hand down her panties and playing with her hot pussy lips. Pretty soon she was writhing around as I thrust my fingers into her wettness, before gripping my hand between her vice-like thighs, and biting her lip to stop herself being heard downstairs. What service!
Today was a funny work day in that I went to work to shoot some cock sucking and cum eating, but ended up doing some dildo and fingering. And why? Well, the poor photographer just couldn't get it up. Now I have my tried and trusted techniques which normally involve a special cock massage whilst rolling my tongue around with the helmet. Always works. Or so I thought. After about ten minutes of what must of been heaven for any normal guy, still nothing was happening. I'm afraid there's no "Plan B", so we just had to get on and shoot me doing the do to myself. And then guess what? Just as we were finishing, the photographer gets a huge hard on! So being the nice girl that I am, I help my friend out, and end up swallowing a tasty load. Isn't that what friends are for?
Treated myself to a new phone. It's an LG chocolate, but in new white. It's pretty cool looking, thought the keys take alittle getting used to after my Nokia. I downloaded lots of new ring tones and even put some saucy pics and video clips (of yours truely of course!) into the gallery. Now whenever I'm feeling horny, I always have some material to look at whilst I finger myself. Thanks LG!!
These last few days have been very quiet. I haven't been going to college, partly because of this web work now taking up so much of my time, and also because I'm kinda sick of school. I enjoy this work so much more.Though I have some friends at college, most of my girlfriends come from my own Indian community, and so I see them when I want. This job, gives me both finacial reward, and the satisfaction of knowing that I don't really have a boss, well apart from my subscribers! The physical side of the work is fun, and the web side is interesting in that I'm learning something new each day. Though it doesn't make me alot of money, it does give me freedom. As an aside, my Indian parents think that Madhuri's making some cash on the side by designing web sites. And because this is a subject so totally foriegn to them, they never ask much. So useful!
Off to B & Q (a local hardware store) to get some brackets in order to put up a book shelf above my bed (I'm more practical than I look!). I had such a laugh in the store, asking the young assistant, "if he had a big screw to fill my hole?" A joke even behyond those Carry-On films...but it got alot of smiles.
Every now and again, the photographer comes up with some idea that he thinks our subscribers might like to see. It goes without saying that many of these involve his cock spurting a huge load into Indian Mahuris mouth! Once in a while, he'll decide that cum drinking is the order of the day, and so it'll either make use of my shoe or a small glass. And so it was yesterday, with me giving him a handjob (after lots of sucking and licking) until he came onto my shoe. I then tipped the shoe back and guzzled down his load. I guess it's just a variation from drinking champayne from a glass slipper!
That time of the month, so feeling pretty shitty. Quiet day laying on my bed listening to music. Right now I have Snow Patrols' "Chasing Cars" going round my brain, driving me nuts...and probably driving my family quite mad, as I hum it all the time.
Had one of what seems like an increasing number of obsessed men/stalkers yesterday. I worked for a magazine, shooting a girl/girl set in a studio down in London. Normally there are only the photographer, make-up artist and assistant present. But for some unknown reason, yesterdays shooot seemed packed with guys just ogling. Though I found it a bit uncomfortable, I'm professional enough to get on with the job. On finishing, one guy in particular wanted to talk to me. It was kind of creepy and I did my best to make some small talk and then say goodbye. But on leaving the building,there he was, again trying to waylay me. By the time I got to my car things were alittle heavy, and I was glad to finally lock the door. Thinking back, I can see how some men might mistake fantasy with reality, thinking that this work is the real me. Sad really.
I am thinking about taking dance classes. Some years ago I went with a friend and we covered everything from Waltz to Foxtrot to rock and roll. In the end it all went tits up when we found I had 2 left feet. Shame I didn't have a teacher who appreciated the other parts I did have!
This morning was spent at the local garden center. I love plants and flowers of all types. As does my mother. But the difference between us is that she kind of 'over' loves them, which usually consists of watering them to death. I spend much time going round the house emptying plant containers full of water. And whenever I'm away I can be sure to return to many dead plants.
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