Adultery Making Out With The Land Lord

[Ramdev2020]

He pulled open a hidden cabinet under the bed. It was filled with many condoms and other oils. Now I was sure that he was fucking other woman employees of his company as well. When Rohit told me about Mr. Sharma and his misdeeds I did not believe him. I could not believe that he was a womanizer since he had a wife, two teenaged daughters and a son.

" I will put on this thin condom so that I can feel your warm pussy on me." He smiled like a devil.

Mr. Sharma pushed me onto my back on the bed. Then he began rubbing his cock on my pussy. Then his buttocks flexed slowly and his hips swung forward. His cock-head squeezed between my cunt-lips, and burst into my body. I cried out wanting to shut out his cock from my pussy. My pussy was only for my Rohit and now it is being invaded by another man's penis. I cried, I cried, I cried.

Mr. Sharma chuckled softly and eased his hips forward and down. His cock disappeared into my flesh. I moaned thickly, my head rolling languorously from shoulder to shoulder. Deeper and deeper it went, till it was embedded to the hilt. Then he began to fuck me, slowly and heavily, his buttocks flexing and unflexing and his hips swung back and forth in a steady, unhurried rhythm. His condom covered cock glistened as it went in and out of my pussy. Each hand supporting him, Mr. Sharma fucked me masterfully, in total, awesome control. Under him, I groaned and gasped, writhing and panting, my chest heaving, my body jerking and rocking under his fluid thrusts.

" Yesss. Fuck, your cunt is hot, Pooja baby ..."

Mr. Sharma built up speed slowly. I cried out and my body jerked and lurched on the bed. His hips rocked and swung back and forth and his buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully as he drove his hard penis in and out of my pussy. He never took his eyes off my face. His hands slid up and down my slender body, caressing my heavy, bouncing breasts, crushing them and making me whimper and writhe ecstatically.

Even though my mind was crying, my body was responding to his thrust. My hips juddered and heaved up and down to his groin. My hands roamed his chest and shoulders and hips, gripped his buttocks, pulling him deeper into my flesh. My motions smoothened and matched his in perfect syncopation. "Ungh! Ugh.. huhhuhhuh... y-y-s-s-s-s" I hiss more than I speak. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oooooooohhhhh, baby, fuck meeeeeeee!"

"This is terrific," he smiled, his eyes glittering with lust. "You're fabulous. Pooja " he murmured. "You are very good. Now. Faster."

He bent forward; his arms outstretched, and began to move even faster. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, his cock grinding deep into my cunt. As he moved in, he swung his hips in tight circles, entering me from all angles. I gasped and cried out. His balls pressed to my cunt-lips with each thrust. He went faster and faster and his head arched back and he groaned in pleasure. Faster still, and now he was ramming and reaming greedily into me. I clenched his biceps and gasped and he cried out loudly.

"Ohhhhh yes yes yes Ohhh god yes Pooja babyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Mr. Sharma began to climax and I could feel my hot pussy milking his penis and making him blast his sperm. Instantly Mr. Sharma froze still, feeling that hot sperm gushing out, filling the condom, surrounding his cock in the bath of his own juices. For over a minute he lay there until he regained some strength, and as the final drops continued to ooze out of him, he slowly and futilely attempted to begin fucking again, but simply did not have the strength to do it. He managed a few weak attempts, and with a final groan, fell limply on top of me, and with his last breath, he sprawled over onto his side, as his cock pulled free from my drenched pussy.

After a few minutes I happened to see the clock. It was 4:00!!! We have been locked in the room for almost 2 hrs. I explained to Mr. Sharma and he agreed to let me go. He kissed me, first on my pussy, then on each nipple, and finally ending on my mouth.

I got dressed up and silently left the room. Fortunately no other neighbors saw me leaving the flat.After reaching home I locked the door and sat under the shower to remove all the dirty feelings I had on my body and to soothe my aching pussy.

Next day Rohit telephoned me. Should I tell him that Mr. Sharma used me and may use me again. If I tell Rohit, I am sure he will divorce me like any other Indian husband. All unhappy thoughts were flashing inside my mind. After careful thought I decided not to tell him since life without Rohit is unthinkable. Only my body has been used and in my mind I am pure. If Mr. Sharma called me again I will tell Rohit. With this firm decision, I decided to forget about this incident.