Aahil OS - Happy Birthday Tamara! A Celebration Thread!27.8.14

This OS is meant just for laughs -------Presenting "Aa'Mara One Shot"

Juliet was a big fan of Tamara, the writer but when she met Tamara in person it was more like Thunder and Lightning, Hail and Storm- This was meant to happen. It is THE TAMARA's Birthday and Juliet wanted to do something for her, something special, something personal.

" Tamara You are such a spoil sport. I already called everyone for your birthday bash. And now the Birthday girl cancels. It is just ARRRHHH! "

" Sorry Hun! I don't feel like it. I want to just relax and be alone. Watch Aahil on Tele. Some episode reruns. It's been a hectic week you know that." Tamara fake yawned. " I will make it up to you. " She cooed.

" You just want do Aahil don't you. Go finger yourself, who am I to stop you." Juliet huffed at how conveniently Tamara had washed her days of prep in minutes down the drain.

" I wish!" Tamara giggled but the words of giving herself a "Selfie" lingered on. "Perils of falling for a celebrity. I always want to tell him- Dude, Just do me. Forget Sanam. Such a dumb show but I watch for him."

"That is true love sister."

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Tamara reached home exhausted after a tiring day at work. She liked her independence, her single status and the privacy. Privacy was exactly what she needed now in her apartment. All the " Do it yourself" talk and "Hand Manual" that she joked about with Juliet came gate crashing to her mind. It could be her self-embarked birthday gift after all. She could get dinner, strip naked and go under the sheets, switch on her Wall To Wall projector installed in her bed room and watch Aahil. Juliet had made a CD of "Aahil" clippings, all of Tamara's favorite scenes from the show. It was time to christen the CD and also the Ahem! Hitachi Massager, Ahem! A few rounds would be enough to uncoil her "Just" then order her favorite pizza. Having pizza naked in bed was a sort of foreplay or may in the bath tub...

So Tamara did just that. But Tammy Baby had style, She didn't just dive into bed, she took out her sexist piece of green lace lingerie, did her hair and mineral make up. With a red cherry lip color she smacked her lips on the mirror and seductively got into bed with a feline stretch. Switching on her projector, she gazed into Aahil's eyes and sighed.

Her eyes dreamy she glued to his gorgeous face. Aahil spoke emotional and teary" I Hate that I love you so much."

"OH AAAHIL!" Tamara sighed again wiping off her own tear.

Next was the scene when Aahil comes out of the bathroom with a red towel. "Oh you lucky towel. Why can't Aahil wipe on me" complained Tamara but immediately moaned at his view without the Red Towel..With was good, without was better ... OH!...Hmmm! Yeahhh! OOO LA LA LA! This is what it means To "Come" by just Looking! Her throat felt dry and her limbs felt twitchy UUUMMM!

Yes Tamara enough lookey-lookey now let's get more involved, thought Tamara reaching to play with her double Ds. It was time for some of that "Hands On Experience" put to use. But even before she could rest her back properly to the pillows and lose herself watching Aahil. The bedroom door flung open. " OH! How did you get in?" Tamara shrieked, immediately her eyes widened as the light from the projector shined on the intruder in a black Tux. A much better one than the one he wore on the show.

"AAHIL! YOU? NO It can't be you... I must be hallucinating. I watching too much Qubool Hai repeats these days and I am super horny.

Aahil walked a little closer...

" HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAMARA!" Said Aahil in voice raspy that made Tamara shudder.

With that Aahil switched on a hand recorder and it played the song." Subh Hone Na de ! Mein Tera Hero!"

Tamara blinked and pinched herself. "Aahil you really are here-here."

"Yes Baby I am." Aahil smirked walking to the foot of the bed. His hands grabbed Tamara's ankles and jerked her down till the edge of the bed getting her to sit.

" One Aahil coming UP, Shaken, Stirred, Naked. Tamara baby- Just for you!" Aahil winked and started taking off his jacket to the rhythmic beats of the music... The jacket dropped on the floor, He tugged his bow tie next flinging it in the air, his hands moved to the buttons of his white shirt...Tamara froze her eyes following his fingers, he popped out a button, then the next, then like popping popcorns, he popped third and fourth. GAH! Tamara's body screamed, That glimpse of the strong long brown column of his throat. His fingers moved lower and lower sensuously and Tamara's eyes followed, her body getting heavy. Aahil slipped out of his shirt throwing it on Tamara.

Tamara licked her lips, He can't be serious about the naked part she thought, or could he? Oh he definitely was serious. The music picked up with a remix of "I hate you like I love you. Like I love you, love you, love you! " From the movie Delhi Belly. Such a not apt song but who was listening to the song when you have Dark Chocolate Bar of Explicit Delight still in a wrapper right in front of you. A moan escaped. And after that...

Aahil did his matkas and Jatkas, he rotated his hips running his hands over his chest and crotch teasing Tamara, he walked towards her, pausing close to her face he waited and then with a single beat he began his pelvis thrusts. His crotch so close, his smell divine.. Oh man, how long before those trousers came off, groaned Tamara.

Her tongue hung out as she drooled. She panted in heat at the rotation and twists of hips, the self-fondling and booty shake aggravated. OH WHAT A BOOTY that was... HEAVEN!

Tamara was dazed, she lifted her hands to touch herself but Aahil caught her off guard. " Tonight the pleasure comes from me baby!" Taking her hand he brought it to his groin, her other hand grabbed his sexy ass. He smacked her cute little tush first and then squeezed in return. Pleasure peaked. Then some more rubbing and grinding.

Her fingers worked frantically on his pants, " Easy Babe! I am all yours." Aahil smirked as his pants pooled at his ankles. Hic Hic# oh yeah That was the epitome of arousal. He didn't wear boxers, he wore Briefs. WHITE BRIEFS that cover GINORMOUS! HIC! HIC! WHEEE HEEE DEEP BREATHS and HICCUPS! Tamara's brain numbed momentarily.

He yanked Tamara up to THAT CHEST, dipping his head kissing her bare shoulders, twirling her around to the music, bringing her back to his front, he landed himself on the bed. Grabbing hold of Tamara's waist he made her ground on his lap grunting wildly in heat to which Tamara turned to face him sinking her teeth into his lips.

He slipped his hands sinuously over her massaging and undressing her with his teeth.

"Oh Baby, How I love Eeny and Meeny," Aahil said biting down on Eeny as she pebbled in his mouth and then was Meeny's turn next... Aahil grunted.

"Oh Aahil I love your Mighty Miiiny Moe!" Tamara stroked his Moe and it hardened.

Nips, pecks, bites, sucks maneuvered and followed the heavy unbashful screams finally tumbling down in hot melting heaven.

Oh Aaahil!

Oh Tamara!

OOOhhh!

AAAHHH!

IIIEEE!

HO! HO! HO!

LORDDD!

GODDD!

MMM!

HHH!

Aahil, Thank you!

Anytime Baby, For you Tamara always...Ever ready!

Sated Aahil nuzzled into Tamara cuddling her sweaty and panting.

"Aahil, I am not a cuddler, Tonight was magnificent but You have to leave." Tamara voiced.

" Tamara don't throw me out. I need you. Gul has got me to drop and play coma for the rest of the week. You let me stay and I shall reward you with some bubble bath in the morning. " Aahil waggled his eye brows knowing Tamara was on the verge to give in.

Oh so cute he was. How could she say no, she could break a few of her own rules for Aahil. There was once someone else she broke her rules for, But He was the Sweet Good Boy unlike Aahil. But Oh the way he said Come. With. Me. was downright wicked. And then the things he did...Urrrmmm. Oh God! She was truly blessed with the men in her life. No strings attached.

" Aahil I think we should do a round two." Tamara said getting all hot and bothered, just by the thought of the wicked good boy had turned her dripping again.

" OH Yeaah Baby!" Aahil pounced on Tamara.

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Tamara yawned approaching the door, The bell rang nonstop.

" In a minute..." She yelled at the door opening it.

There stood a huge Gift Box in Flush Pink and Black with wheels. Tamara struggled but somewhat wheeled the box in.

"Hmmm! What could this be." Tamara wondered tearing the box open only to squeal out loud.

Inside the box was a black stool. On that stool sat a naked man with a Birthday Cake covering his crotch. He wore nothing but black socks. Tamara's eyes hooded and pupils dilated matching the dark eyes of The Man of Orgasms.

" HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAMARA BABY! ...You didn't think I would forget your Birthday! " Asad winked and smirked.

" Asad, I... i..." Tamara Blushed.

" Time to beat my last record of 18 in one night Baby. Bring out the hand cuffs and get cake tasting..." Asad said hoarsely reaching to touch Tamara in a way only Asad could.

ASSAAAD! Tamara moaned completely bound and messed under his power.

Tamara!!!

Assad!

COME.WITH.ME.

-xo-

Tamara don't kill me... Please!😛

Muuuawwwh!

Love you.

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