17-12-2020, 02:37 PM
Pinky actually felt a bit naïve for not understanding the intent of the device and looked down at the floor.
"What about the other toys, did you climax?" Sid asked, deciding to intentionally try to get her more off kilter.
"What, uh, that's uh none of your business," she answered, stammering for words and looking at him with an attempt at defiance.
What she saw was that grin that had swept through her brain when she had climaxed with the toys, and it shook her and she felt a chill run through her body. In addition, her nipples suddenly grew hard, and she hoped they wouldn't show through the shear bra and top she was wearing. However, Sid did in fact see them through the sweater which further emboldened him.
"Did you climax?" he repeated, his tone demanding.
There was a long pause. Pinky opened her mouth several times but nothing came out. She knew he had no right to ask that question, but oddly she felt she needed to answer. It took her several tries before she answered in a soft voice, "Yes."
Pinky immediately regretted having said anything and felt stupid for answering his question. She didn't know what had possessed her to share something so intimate with this shady stranger, but Sid wasn't surprised. He had dealt with and manipulated women from across the spectrum - from ladies to prostitutes, and he knew that they were all very similar. Deep down they all wanted sex, but many hid behind a veil of self-imposed respectability. He sensed that Pinky was one of these women and he knew that her return to his store was a sign, a good sign, that somewhere in her head she had an interest. He was going to do his damnedest to exploit it.
"That's very good!" I'm glad my products fulfilled their intended purpose. Did you prefer the small vibrator over the butterfly?" Sid spoke rapidly, trying to keep her off balance.
"Uh, yes...well both really," she stammered.
"Good, good. I have some others I want you to try," Sid replied in an excited voice designed to keep her interest, and before she could speak, he turned and began rummaging the shelves.
Pinky stayed frozen in place. For some reason, she couldn't make herself move, although she could feel her body become tense and start to tremble, while a dull throbbing started between her legs. She knew that beneath her thong she must be very wet and realized that the naughtiness of being in the sex shop, and speaking with Sid about the effects of the toys on her body, was having an effect.
Sid pulled a package from the shelf, brought it to her and began describing its function. "It's called a rabbit. It's like a combined dildo and vibrator. Of course this part goes in your pussy, while this part vibrates against your clit at the same time. I'm told it's very effective. You want to try it out in one of the rooms?"
Sid had once more made a strategic error. Thinking he had Pinky in an aroused state, he became less reserved and used bold language in describing the toy. However, it had the opposite effect of what he intended as she was startled back to the reality of the situation.
"You know I don't think so," she replied with clear disdain in her voice.
He knew he had screwed up, but Sid was, if anything, resilient. So, with a barely noticeable shrug he replied, "Well it's not for everybody. Let's see what else we have."
The other customers, sensing something was going on, began drifting slowly towards them. Dinu noticed their movements and to his boss' delight he left his post and nonchalantly moved in their direction blocking the path.
"Well I just wanted to drop off that thing and pay for the other. I must be going now," Pinky informed him.
"A pity that you would leave so soon," Sid replied, showing some desperation for the first time as he realized his fish had thrown the hook, and he searching for some way to reset it.
"It's late," she replied curtly, and turned to go.
"Let me give you a parting gift," Sid said quickly, walking to the movie aisle then almost running to catch up to her before she got to the door. He grabbed a pen from near the cash register and wrote on the package before extending it to Pinky , "Here. I've been told this is quite good. After you have a look, text me and let me know what you think."
Pinky took the package then walked outside while Sid held the door.
"Goodnight. Return any time," he said.
"Goodnight," she replied, making the short walk to her car.
Sid was angry with himself for over playing his hand. In retrospect, he realized he had taken too much comfort in the fact that she had been drinking, and he hoped he would get another chance, but knew the likelihood was low. Giving her the movie was a desperate act, although by then he knew he had nothing to lose. However, if he knew what Pinky was thinking at that moment, he would not have been quite so hard on himself.
Pinky was a bit upset with herself for losing her cool and leaving. Sid 's questioning had aroused her, and when he then started describing crudely the new toy it made her anger flash. Once she reacted, she didn't know how to turn back even though she really wasn't ready to leave. For some odd reason, it excited her to be in that seedy situation even though she couldn't explain it, and now, she was just going to go back to a boring empty house.
Even though she knew she would have a hangover in the morning, she poured a drink as soon as she walked in, took it with her to the bedroom, undressed and put on her robe. She lay back on the bed and turned on the TV then remembered the movie that she had thrown onto the passenger seat of her car. Leaving her drink on the nightstand, she made her way to the garage, collected the film and returned.
"Housewives " was the name on the box. Pinky knew what a MILF was from conversation with her friends, and although there was no description on the packaging she suspected she knew what the movie was about.
She had only seen one porn movie in her life and that had been in a hotel room with her husband when they had been married just a few months. Actually, it had been only part of one as Arun had started making love to her after about fifteen minutes, and by the time they finished the movie had ended. She remembered that she had become somewhat turned on even though the production and acting was poor.
Using her fingernails, Pinky tore off the wrapper and opened the case then went to the TV and put the disc into the machine before returning to bed. The intro was starting on the screen while she arranged the pillows then took a sip of her drink.
She watched as two men, one black and one white, dressed in work coveralls approached a suburban house and rang the bell. A slender house wife with nice breasts opened it wearing saree and blouse and let them in. They started to work on her refrigerator, but in no time they were all on the couch making out. Pinky watched as they stripped the woman then themselves, and while the black man kissed her the white man began licking between her legs. Soon they had a cock in her mouth and in her pussy, and Pinky marveled at the size of their penis' which were much larger than her husband's.
Despite the corny acting, Pinky was getting quite turned on and she jumped from the bed and collected her new vibrator. Turning it to medium, she put the tip on her left nipple while she watched as the men traded the blonde back and forth.
The woman in the film was moaning loudly and getting close to a climax when Pinky began fingering her wet pussy with one hand while guiding the vibrator with the other over her clit. The woman onscreen came first, but Pinky was close behind spreading her legs wide, arching her back and groaning loudly as it arrived, and as soon as the orgasm dissipated, Pinky rolled to her side exhausted and drifted into a half sleep as the movie continued.
Sometime later she came back to life and saw that the movie had ended. She turned it off then placed the remote and the vibrator on the table and picked up her phone to check for messages. There were none and she was about to put it down, pull the bed covers down, climb under and go to sleep when she saw the handwritten number on the torn movie packaging. Pinky thought for a moment, then with a wicked grin she typed in the number and wrote out "good movie" before hitting send.
Sid was both surprised and delighted when he saw the text on his phone. This girl likes to play with fire he thought to himself and he wrote a response, "send pics".
Pinky was expecting a reply from Sid , but not what he requested. She knew what he wanted and she recalled several of her girlfriends giggling while telling stories about sending their boyfriends revealing photos. The difference was Sid wasn't her boyfriend. In fact, he was basically a stranger, but there was something interesting and exciting about replying to his text. She thought about it for several minutes then sat up, placed the phone about a foot from her chest and hit the button. There was a blinding flash and when she looked at the screen there was a nice picture of her left breast with the small pink nipple standing up.
"I'll be damn," Sid smiled when he looked at the picture, "Nice tit."
"more," he texted her immediately, but she ignored his request and went to sleep.
Sid knew that it was unwise to push, and he felt good that the fish was back on the hook, vowing that this time he would play it more carefully.
Pinky did in fact wake with a mild hangover, but some coffee and breakfast made it disappear and by the time her husband and son got home she had washed all her things and hidden her new toys in her closet. She didn't feel as guilty as she feared, and was able to greet Arun and Arup in a way that didn't provide any hint of her adventures.
Life quickly returned to normal for her and with work and Arup she was so busy that within just a few days she was no longer thinking about the weekend. Sid was thinking about it though, and thinking about her. He knew it would be crucial to get her to engage with him with texts, but he wisely remained patient waiting two weeks before reaching out.
"how are things?" he sent to her during the middle of the afternoon, when he knew she was at work and hopefully not too busy.
Pinky didn't recognize the number and it wasn't until she saw the message history that she realized who it was. She cringed for a moment thinking about how crazy it was to have sent the picture, but she rationalized that hers was indistinguishable from most any other breast.
"doing fine, thanks," she responded, after about five minutes.
This started an interaction that went on for weeks mostly initiated by Sid , but also at times by Pinky . Sid made a point of keeping the messages benign hoping that an opportunity would present itself to probe deeper or get flirtier. He still wanted badly to fuck her, but he knew it was going to be difficult and he had to remain patient.
Weeks turned into months and the frequency of texts began to wane. Sid was losing hope, not seeing any path towards moving things forward, and started to think about another bold approach as a last chance effort since he was growing tired of the pursuit. It turned out however that fortune was about to shine on him.
One of Arun 's closest friends had grown up in the country and his parents still lived there on a nice piece of property with horses and cattle. He had a son the same age as Arup and the two men decided that going to the country would make a nice father-son weekend trip. Their plans were to leave on Thursday right after work and return late on Sunday, and although Pinky feigned insult that the wives weren't invited, she in fact was looking forward to a weekend doing things with her friends.
An hour after the boys left, Pinky was on her way to meet Mili and another girlfriend, Preeti , for dinner. Preeti was recently divorced and as the drinks flowed before and during dinner they listened to her tales of the life of a young attractive woman back in the singles world. Preeti was having lots of sex and to hear her tell it, all good sex, so when she compared it to the routine and infrequent couplings while she was married, it made both Pinky and Mili wonder if they were missing something, although neither dared to speak.
It was ten-thirty when they finally left with plans to go shopping the next day after lunch. The closing conversation had been about the effects of all the sex talk and the plans Preeti had to meet one of her new lovers, Mili 's return to her horny husband and Pinky 's upcoming lonely night.
"Thanks girls. Y'all are the best," Pinky said sarcastically to roars of laughter from her friends.
Pinky climbed into her car, pausing for a moment wondering whether she should be driving, before starting it up and heading home. She had made it two blocks and was at a stop light when a sudden urge hit her and she reached for her phone.
"what are you doing?" she typed out quickly to Sid .
The sex talk had made her a bit horny, and with her husband and son gone she had a strange feeling of freedom.
Pinky was already home when Sid 's response came, "still working, you?"
Sid was checking out a strip club he was considering buying, and the loud music had masked the arrival sound of Pinky 's incoming text. It was only when he noticed the light flashing on his phone that he retrieved the message and saw it had been sent twenty minutes earlier.
Walking into the kitchen, she paused and replied, "went out with friends but home now"
Sid sensed that there might be more to it than just a casual text. Recalling that the time she had come to the store was when she was alone for a weekend, he decided to probe.
"where is your husband?" she read when the beep indicated a new arrival.
Pinky wondered whether it was wise to answer the question but feeling secure inside her home she typed out, "out of town with our son for the weekend"
As soon as she hit send, she shivered from a rush of nervous energy that swept through her body from the realization that she had just told this course man, who in many ways was like a predator, that she was alone. She wondered if he would take it that she was available.
A smile crossed Sid face when he read the message. He had felt that there might be something going on with her and now he had the confirmation. Certainly, she wouldn't have started texting him if she didn't have something in mind he thought. The question was what was it and how far was she ready to go. Regardless, he knew that this was the chance he had been waiting for and pressed on.
"come to the store," he texted her.
"can't drive been drinking," came a quick reply.
"get a cab," Sid typed and sent in less than ten seconds.
This time there was a break in the rapid texting that lasted for several minutes. He was just about to ask her where she went when a message finally came through, "probably not a good idea"
Thinking a meeting on neutral turf might be more appealing, Sid responded with, "lets meet for a drink"
There was another long break before his phone beeped and he read, "where?"
Sid smiled broadly. Finally, some damn progress he thought. He knew the place he wanted to meet. It was an old school bar with no fancy accoutrements or kids for the wait staff, and was dark with small booths that were perfect for intimate conversations. It was also just a few blocks from the shop.
"merry time bar near mgf mall," he fired off.
Sid was expecting a long wait for a reply so he was surprised when he saw the reply after only a few seconds, "okay"
After she sent the text, she set the phone on the counter and took a deep breath. She knew it was crazy, but she was dealing with a cocktail of confused feelings that included boredom, naughtiness and a need for adventure fueled by the alcohol she had consumed. The previous time with Sid had been strangely intoxicating - such an exciting departure from the norm, and the fact that she had easily moved back to her wife and mother routine afterwards gave her confidence. But, even as she reached for the house phone and looked up the taxi number that was kept in the drawer, she debated whether to back out. However, when the dispatcher came on she heard her voice ordering the car for immediate pick up.
Sid spoke to the club manager briefly before leaving through the back and jumping in his black Escalade. Even though it was only a fifteen-minute drive, he didn't want to risk her arriving first.
Pinky was still wearing her work clothes having gone to meet her friends directly from the office. She was in a stylish, black pencil skirt that ended four inches above the knee, a white long sleeved shirt and open toe high heels. Accenting her graceful neck, were her grandmother's pearls that nestled in the shirt opening.
It was forty minutes after the last text when the cab pulled up to the bar. Sid had arrived twenty minutes earlier, and had scouted then secured a small booth in a dark corner. On her way to the bar, once again Pinky questioned why she was doing this. She thought about all the men at work that had hit on her. Hell, even some of Arun 's friends had done so, and these men were all educated and professional and would likely come running if she gave them a hint of interest. Thinking about it all, she realized that at least part of what this was about was the departure from her comfortable, staid world.
When Pinky entered the bar, she glanced at the 3-piece band playing a jazz song then saw Sid rising from his seat in the booth. He walked towards her, dressed in dark slacks and a silk shirt like he had worn before, with a mass of dark hair protruding from the open buttons.
"Hello Pinky . So good to see you," he said, taking her hand in his and caressing it.
"Hello," she replied, her voice cracking as a sudden surge of anxiety engulfed her.
Sid guided her into the booth and instead of sitting across, followed her in on the same side. Pinky scooted further in trying to maintain some space, but Sid trailed until they were positioned at the very back. A waitress appeared as soon as they settled, and they placed their order - more wine for her and a whiskey on the rocks for him.
"Well it's been a while, but I'm glad you could come out," he said to her, knowing she was nervous.
"Thanks. So what have you been up to?" she answered.
Pinky was in fact very nervous and didn't want it to show, but her forced words were an immediate give a way.
"Oh just doing business. Trying to make some money and getting by," Sid replied, intentionally giving a vague answer.
They drank and chatted for the next fifteen minutes on a broad set of subjects including her job, her background and the local sports scene. However, one subject both stayed away from was Pinky 's husband and son. As they talked, she began to relax until she found that she had sunk into the soft padding of the booth so that she was now looking up at Sid . It gave her a submissive feeling that caused butterflies to start moving in her tummy.
Sid noticed it too and the change in the look in her eyes. Gone was the defiance, now replaced with a wondering, almost playful look, and he decided it was time for a bold move.
"You know I never thought you gave this a chance and I dropped by the store to get it on the way. Why don't you put it in and I'll show you how it's supposed to be used," he said to her, as his hand reached into his pocket and set the egg on the table.
Pinky 's mouth fell open and her eyes got big with her first thought that someone would see the sex device. After several seconds and a deep breath, calm returned and her eyes left the orb and turned to Sid . He was giving her the same silly grin that she had seen when she had fantasized about him while using the vibrator, and she felt her body flush.
"Come on baby. Have some fun," the rough man encouraged, with their eyes still locked.
Seconds went by without speaking and Sid started to think he once again had pushed too much.
"I have to go to the bathroom. This skirt's too tight to do it here," she replied with a grin.
Sid 's hand immediately went to her covered thigh and stroked it, "That's fine baby. Just fine."
He slid out of the booth while helping the young wife and handed her the device. Just as she was turning to leave, he leaned into her and whispered, "Lose the bra too."
Without responding, Pinky went to the bathroom and locked herself into a stall. She took her skirt down and peed then remained sitting and thinking. What had she gotten herself into? It was fun to play with this rough, vulgar man, but was she going too far? She knew the answer, although she still rationalized that she could leave at anytime and find safety at home, just like before.
Slowly, she took the egg and rubbed it along her wet slit watching it slowly disappear. With a final plop it was inside and she used a finger to push it into a comfortable place. Standing, she fixed her thong and skirt, feeling the wire against her labia, then took off her shirt to remove her bra. Looking down she was happy to see that the material was heavy enough that it was not possible to see that she was now braless, and leaving the stall, she dropped the bra in the trash then primped at the mirror for a minute before returning to Sid .
She had expected him to activate the device as soon as she appeared, but instead he stood and greeted her, helping her back into the booth where fresh drinks sat on the table. Pinky was nervous with anticipation expecting at any moment to feel the vibration, and Sid , knowing that this was part of the fun, kept the remote out of sight and started chatting with her again. Sitting to her side, he could also see through the opening in her shirt, that her bra was gone and this pleased him greatly.
"You know I'm dying to see those breasts in real life after seeing the pic," he whispered softly into her ear.
"I can't here," she said immediately, giving a teasing smile. She was playing with fire but it was so exciting she couldn't stop.
"Just undo your top button," he instructed, then added, "For now."
With the alcohol helping to fuel the erotic thrill, she hesitated only for a moment before using her fingers to let go the button. Sid stared at the opening created that brought to view the swell of her breasts, and just as her hand fell back to her side he pushed the button on the remote.
"ohhhh..." Pinky grunted in surprise, and her eyes shot to his.
He smiled at her and she smiled back as the device, it's faint sound masked by the music, vibrated inside her soft tunnel. Her first reaction was to touch her thighs or lower tummy, somewhere close, but the tight skirt didn't allow this. Instead, she was left clenching and releasing her muscles and squirming into the padding of the seat.
"Feels good doesn't it baby?" he said, with his now trademark grin.
Sid had been right. It was much different when someone else was operating the egg, and with a sensual look in her eyes and her mouth slightly open she nodded. Suddenly, it stopped and Pinky was left moving her hips seeking out the feeling that had quickly vanished. Looking at him again, she could see he was still smiling, no doubt reveling in the power he held.
During Pinky 's riding of the vibrating egg, Sid had put his arm on the back of the seat behind her. Now, he leaned in and with his left hand found the opening in her shirt and inserted his fingers until he found the rigid nipple of her right breast.
"Sid , no!" Pinky gasped, as she suddenly returned to the world of conservative wife and mother.
"Don't worry. No one can see," he answered, thinking this was the motivation for her denial and let his fingers continue to tease her nipple.
"Look, you need to...uggghhhh..." Pinky started to protest. As the words were leaving her mouth, Sid activated the device again which caught her mid-sentence. Suddenly, the feeling was back with the radiating warmth and all she could do was whine, "Sid ...ohhh...mmm..."
Sid moved his stroking fingertips between her breast and nipple, teasing it with a gentle tug and roll. Then pushed his hand in further, opening the shirt more, until he could cup and lift her breast with his hand. All the while, Pinky 's pelvis moved as if it was trying to dig through the padded seat.
"Do it right Sid , do it right and you'll be riding the beautiful young woman tonight," he coached himself, as he tried to arouse and seduce Pinky .
His fingers went back to her nipple and this time pinched it slowly with just enough pressure to make her stiffen and groan. He released the nub and waited a few seconds and did it again.
"Ohhh...Ohhh...Mmm..." the muted sounds came from her mouth, as she fought to keep quiet while she pushed her breast against Sid 's hand and squirmed in the seat.
"Baby you're on fire. Let it take you. Go with it. You look so beautiful right now," Sid whispered into her ear.
Pinky was as aroused as she had ever been, but the feeling, while glorious, wasn't completely fulfilling. She wanted to cum and needed to as well, but she knew the egg wouldn't get her there. She turned and looked at him with pleading, begging eyes letting him know that he had won, that she was his if he would just make it happen.
"Let's go baby," he said sliding out of the booth and pulling her with him. She didn't bother to button her top and Sid left the device buzzing in her pussy while he pulled a 500/- from his wallet and flipped it on the table.
Pinky could feel the eyes on her as they walked through the club, but rather than embarrass her it actually turned her on even more. Sid helped her into his Dezire then turned and pulled her to him so he could kiss her hard on the mouth. She returned the kiss with passion while his hand once again snaked inside her shirt and fondled her firm breasts. Sid thought about having her right there, turning her so that her long legs were on the ground and she was bent onto the seat so he could ram into her from behind. But, his place was a short drive away, and he relished the idea of having her in his bed where he would keep her for the night.
The drive took only a few minutes and Pinky leaned over the console and held his bicep while he drove, looking at him with her big eyes and silently giving him the message to hurry. Sid pulled into what looked like a small warehouse made from brick and hit a button on his steering wheel which caused a roll up door to rise. He pulled inside, turned off the key and moved quickly to collect his prize. Once up a set of metal stairs, Sid unlocked a heavy door and they entered a loft-like space that had been converted to living quarters. He hit several switches and the space was filled with a very low light that illuminated his king sized bed at the far end.
Both their hands went to the buttons on her shirt and within seconds it was off followed by her skirt as she unzipped it. Pinky was left in just her panty and heels, without persuation she pushed it down her long legs and off her feet. Sid , still fully clothed, pulled her naked body to him and kissed her deeply while kneading her shapely ass. When they broke, he slid a hand down over her tummy and found her slit then, using the wire, he pulled the still humming egg from her and tossed it onto a stuffed chair.
"Damn, I'm going to enjoy you." he told her, as his hands started working on his clothes.
Pinky stood still and watched as Sid removed his clothes revealing a thick, hairy body with indistinguishable tattoos on his biceps and chest with one on his back that looked like a demon carrying a woman on his shoulders. Unable to look away, she watched as he pushed his boxers over his hips revealing a heavy cock nestled in a deep matting of hair. In fact, it looked like the hair extended half way up his shaft. Pinky had not seen many penises in her life but she guessed he was about the same length as her husband, but was much thicker. It looked heavy to her and in that way was different than any she had seen before.
Sid pulled her to him again and kissed her hard on the mouth. To Pinky , their naked bodies now forced together with his hair teasing and tantalizing her nipples and thighs was a powerful aphrodisiac. It wasn't like she needed one though as she had been wet and excited since the bar.
Sid walked her backwards to the bed then pushed her shoulders forcing her to fall backwards until she lay before him. He stopped to feast on her beauty and felt his cock stiffen even more in anticipation.
Just as he climbed on the bed, positioning himself on his knees and pushing her legs wider apart, Pinky had a vision of her son flash through her brain. In the vision, it was Diwali and along with her husband they were helping her in decoration.
"Sid , maybe this isn't a good idea," she said as a wave of guilt swept over her.
Sid had been expecting some reluctance. In fact, he was very surprised he had made it this far without some push back. However, from experience, he knew that once he got inside a woman their reluctance always evaporated.
"Nonsense," he replied to her, and knee walked forward driving her legs back and apart.
Sid took his cock in his hand and began rubbing his fat head along her slit smearing her juices until her whole pussy glistened. The electric feeling his actions produced coupled with the intense visual eroticism resulted in her body winning out over the reluctance her brain attempted to bring to fore. Really, she was being taken, forced, she rationalized to herself which helped relieve her of responsibility even though deep down she knew it was a lie.
"Mmmm...ohhh..." Pinky heard herself gasp when Sid pushed his fat cockhead between her lips.
"Yeah baby. It's going to be a good ride," he said, responding to her sounds.
Sid flexed his hips driving his cock deeper into her tight pussy which brought more cries of passion from Pinky . It took him a good minute to work it completely in so that his thick matting of pubic hair was pushed against her pussy and his balls nestled against her ass. With a sigh of satisfaction, he fell forward onto his elbows so that his entire body was now in contact with hers.
Pinky felt almost crushed and trapped by his body, but it was an intensely pleasurable feeling. When Sid began thrusting into her with a steady, deep pace and his hot breath began to hit her neck she knew she was experiencing something completely different. This wasn't the gentle love making she received from her husband. Instead, she was being fucked and fucked hard - taken by this rough man for his own pleasure. The feeling emanating from between her legs, shooting out in all directions through her body, made it undeniable that she was enjoying it too.
Sid knew she would be a good fuck, but it was still better than he expected. Her body was responding nicely too. He could feel her pussy juicing and coating his cock making it easier to drive into her and he could feel the small nipples that crowned her luscious breasts scbanging against his chest.
"You like this?" he asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it.
"Yes," came a faint, whispered reply.
"Louder baby. I can't hear you," he demanded.
"Yes," Pinky answered, this time in a clear voice.
"Good. I want you to like it. Now tell me to fuck you. Say fuck me Sid ," he said, intending to push her sensibilities. When there was no response after several seconds, he commanded again, "Say it baby. Say fuck me Sid ."
"Fuck me Sid ," Pinky answered, and he felt a quick shiver in her body as the words left her mouth.
Hearing her say the words excited him too and he started moving even faster lifting up with his hips at the end of every thrust to go in as deeply as possible. He felt her legs, which had been at his side, circle his waist and as she locked her heels , her heels rocked against his back and her hands which had been on his shoulders drifted down until one was on the small of his back and the other was holding his ass.
"Say it again," Sid grunted between thrusts.
"Fuck me Sid ," she spat out without hesitation, and her hips started pushing back into him.
Sid took his right arm and looped it under her left leg opening her further then lifted himself on the other until he was resting on his elbow. In this position, he could drive deep and watch her face as he fucked her. Her eyes were squeezed shut which left a tension in her brow and her mouth was partly open. Overwhelmed by the pure sexual look she was giving, he leaned down and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and receiving hers back lustily.
"Fuck me Sid . Fuck me good. Ohhh...Sid ," Pinky cried out without prodding, as soon as their kiss broke.
He knew she had never experienced sex like this and he wanted to make it memorable. He wanted her to be thinking about this encounter days, weeks and months later so that she would want more, need more and be ready to visit him when he called.
"You're the best fuck I ever had," Sid grunted then slowed, unable to keep the torrid pace which brought a whine of disappointment from Pinky , as she had felt herself building towards something special and now it was drifting away.
Sid took her arms and pushed them over her head, holding her hands in his. In this position, stretched out and bound, she felt out of control which brought a new wave of erotic feelings rushing through her body. Sid moves now, slower but still deliberate, quickly brought back the feeling that had faded. She felt heat between her legs and an electric tickling that began to grow and spread through her body. When it hit her nipples, it became too strong to hold inside.
"OH SID . Almost...almost there...please don't stop," came her passionate, pleading cry.
Sid concentrated on giving her a steady, consistent rhythm then said once more, "Say what you want again."
"Fuck me Sid . Fuck...OHHH...OHHH...OH GOD...PLEASE...OH PLEASE!" she cried out loudly, as her orgasm hit and Sid rode her through it, feeling her body pulse and her pussy contract and release against his thick cock.
Pinky had never experienced anything like it. First, her eyes saw stars exploding and her body had strong impulses wracking through it making her spasm. Then she began to float and drift in the most amazing way like she was on a soft cloud that was massaging her and bringing her deep satisfying pleasure.
When she finally came back to reality, how much later she wasn't sure, she could feel Sid still moving inside her and when she opened her eyes she could see by the contorted look on his face that he was close to cumming.
He knew that Pinky had experienced a huge climax, and watching and feeling her pussy milk him had pushed him forward too. He wanted the orgasm to be completely through her before he released, so with gritted teeth he had held back, but now it was time to let go. He hoped that she was not on any birth control, although he knew it was likely she was, as he would have liked nothing more than to have inseminated her. Their coupling had been so intense and pleasurable it seemed more like a mating than just sex.
"Can't hold it. Can't..." he said to her through gritted teeth, and when he felt Pinky 's fingernails lightly glide down his back, it was too much and his release hit with full force, "OH FUCK. FUCK YEAH! Take it baby...take it all."
His movements lost rhythm and Pinky could feel his cock throbbing against her opening letting her know that he was releasing his semen into her married pussy. With a last, deep push, Sid stopped then collapsed onto her. Together they struggled to catch their breaths, while they remained connected.
When Sid rolled off of her, there was a momentary feeling of emptiness that made her squeeze her legs together. She felt his arm encircle her and pull her back against his hairy chest and his hand went to her breasts. She could feel his lips softly kissing the back and side of her neck which made her purr.
"Damn that was good. I haven't come that hard in forever. I think yours was big too," he spoke in low voice.
Pinky didn't respond and now that it was over all her lust was evaporating rapidly being replaced by guilt. She thought of Arun and Arup and realized she was now a cheat - an adulteress. The thought was overwhelming, and she suddenly felt trapped like an animal, wanting to retreat to the safety of her home.
"I need to go. Please let me go," she blurted out while trying to work her way out of his hold.
"No Pinky . You're staying the night," the rough man replied.
His words weren't loving or angry, rather they were just stated in a matter-of-fact way.
"Really I have to. Please let me up," she answered, now fighting him harder.
"Be still," Sid commanded, and pulled her more tightly against him.
Pinky knew she couldn't fight him, so she quit struggling deciding to wait until he fell asleep to sneak out. However, the drinks, the sexual workout and the emotions had tired her and she was the first to drift off.
Sometime later, she awoke to find Sid using two fingers to slide over and inside her pussy. Despite the tingling he was creating, she tried to resist at first by closing her legs and then speaking.
"No more. I've had enough and I need to go," she pleaded.
Sid ignored her request, pushed her legs back open and rolled on top of her.
"I was waiting for you to come to life," he whispered to her.
She realized how wet he had made her when the head of his cock penetrated her easily.
"No, please," she implored him, but instead of stopping he pushed in deeper, and then he took her ass in his hands and with a final thrust he was balls deep.
"Love your pussy baby," he said to her, as he started moving very slowly in and out savoring the feeling of her hot, snug wetness.
At first, Pinky was able to keep herself detached from Sid 's efforts but as his thrusting continued she found herself drawn in. Her reluctance waned quickly as Sid 's fat cock once again created great pleasure in her pussy, and after only a couple minutes she was once again moaning in time to his thrusts.
Sid rolled onto his back, never losing the connection with Pinky , and pulled her up so that she was now on top. She was surprised to find herself suddenly upright, on display and looking down at Sid , but with his hands pulling on her hips she began to rock against his hardness. Sid enjoyed the view he had of her almost perfect breasts and flat sexy tummy. In addition, her disheveled dark hair gave her a lusty, wanton look.
Pinky 's movements became faster until with a series of cries she came once again then collapsed onto Sid 's chest. Sid tried to continue to thrust into her for a few seconds before giving up and contented himself with holding her against him while he stroked her hair.
Light was streaming through the gaps in the curtains when Pinky woke to the sound of movement in the loft. Finding herself alone in the bed, she assumed it was Sid that was making the noise, so she was shocked when a small, elderly Asian lady appeared at the foot of the bed.
"You get up...you go. You go now," the lady said to Pinky in a loud voice, while waving her arms.
Surprised, Pinky pulled the bed sheets up to her neck and held them tightly while wondering what was going on with this strange woman. The old woman continued her tirade telling Pinky to go, and also pulled on the sheet ripping it from Pinky 's hands and stripping it from the bed until she was left naked, trying to use her hands to provide some cover.
"Stop it. Leave me alone," Pinky yelled at her.
"Mr. Sid want you to go. You get clothes on and leave now," she told Pinky , picking up her clothes from the floor and throwing them onto the bed.
Pinky reached for her clothes, but evidently wasn't moving fast enough for the Asian woman who stepped closer, took her by the arm and began pulling her off the bed.
"Stop, damn it!" Pinky cried out in anger.
"Mimi it's okay," Sid voice called out from behind the old woman, and Pinky looked behind her to see him standing there naked with a smile on his face.
Mimi turned and saw him, showing no surprise at his nudity, then left, going past him as she wandered to another part of the loft.
"What was that about?" Pinky demanded, angrily.
"That's my housekeeper Mimi. She is a tad too possessive," Sid explained.
In fact, he had trained Mimi to run off the women she found in his place after he had gone. Mimi had been unaware that Sid was in the bathroom and that Pinky wasn't one of his standard skanks.
Pinky had continued to try and put on her clothes, but Sid wasn't ready yet for her to go just yet. She was on her back in the bed about to put her feet through her skirt when he took the garment in his hand and began a tug of war with her before finally getting it away.
"I need to go." Pinky said in a firm voice. Her guilt had come back again and Mimi's interference had insulted her. But, she could tell by Sid 's half hard cock, the look in his eye and his grin that he wanted more sex.
"One more time, baby," he told her.
"No Sid . No way," Pinky replied, but already he was climbing on the bed.
"I'll make you feel good," he said as he took hold of her legs.
"Please no. That woman's here!" Pinky tried again, but Sid completely ignored her pleas as he spread her legs and moved between them, and he used his fingers to test her slit, pleasantly surprised to find it slick.
"Ummm...uhhh..." Pinky moaned as Sid inserted his thick cock in her for the third time, and while there was some soreness, there was also the same good feeling of fullness she had experienced before.
It wasn't long before she had her hands on his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her reluctance and embarrassment when they started had made her think there was no way she would be able to climax. However, it was beginning to felt very good, and the tingling in her nipples and groin made her wonder. Sid had his head buried in her neck as he concentrated on the mating and he would occasionally nibble on her ear. His hot breath hitting her neck made it all seem very raw, but also very erotic.
Suddenly, she caught a movement in her peripheral vision and lifting her head slightly she saw Sid 's maid had returned.
"Sid , your maid is watching!" Pinky said in shock.
"It's okay. She doesn't care," he replied, and showed no sign of stopping.
At first, Pinky felt embarrassed and she closed her eyes to block out the sight of the old woman. But, when Sid raised up on his arms and began pushing deeply into her, she looked up to see him staring intently into her face while the maid swept the floor just a few feet away. It was all so sordid, but it lit some strange, unknown fuse in the young wife and mother.
"Ohhh...ohhh...Sid ..." she moaned loudly, and something in her now wanted the maid to know how good it felt.
"That's it baby. Tell me how good it feels," he encouraged.
Pinky was about to respond when suddenly her lover pulled out without warning then used his hands to roll her to her knees then quickly took her from behind.
"Ohhh...mmm..." Pinky whined when he entered.
She loved the position although her husband, always the gentleman, rarely wanted to make love that way and Pinky was too timid to demand it. Sid wasn't a gentleman at all and knew from experience what women wanted.
"Now we can get serious," he grunted out, and holding her hips began to move fast with deep strokes.
"Ohhh...yes...ohhh...ohhh...it feels good..." Pinky cried out.
She was getting very excited and she dropped her head to the mattress and grabbed the sheet with each hand squeezing tightly
"You ready to cum?" Sid asked between breaths.
"Yes..." Pinky whimpered in response.
"Tell me baby. Tell what you want," he demanded.
"I want to cum...let me cum...please..." she whined.
Sid 's movements went in to overdrive and he started thrusting like a jack hammer. It immediately created a wet slapping sound between their bodies and Pinky felt the telltale tingling starting to build rapidly. Seconds, just seconds more was all she needed and then it happened. The tingling began to fire out like electrical pulses throughout her body with special focus on her pussy and nipples.
"Awwwhhhh...fuck...fuck me! Oh God fuck me," the young mother cried out and pulled even harder on the sheet.
It felt so good, and it immediately drained all her strength requiring Sid to hold her by her hips to keep her from falling forward. He kept the motion as best he could against her limp body then finally let her go, but stayed connected and continue to fuck her while she lay prone.
"Here it comes baby. Here it comes. Hope you're on the pill," he grunted in time with his thrusts then he pushed deep and held himself completely inside her and let out a satisfied roar.
Sid collapsed on her back and she could feel his heaving chest struggling to catch up. She felt strangely satisfied that he had climaxed inside her and she squeezed her muscles a few times to milk his heavy cock, which brought a deep sigh from him.
Opening her eyes, she saw that Mimi was looking down at her from the edge of the bed, and it took a second to register that she was looking at her wedding ring. She knew she was being judged, and once more a pang of guilt stated to form, but it was held at bay by the amazing way she felt after her complete climax.
Sid tried to get her to stay and even offered to drive her home when she insisted on leaving. But, she was adamant about taking a cab, so thirty minutes later she allowed him to kiss her fully before she took the few steps from his door to the waiting car.
She hadn't had the opportunity to clean up much and she knew she looked a mess and probably smelled of sex. So, she wasn't surprised when the Indian cab driver repeatedly looked at her in the mirror as they drove. Her mind went to her college days where her friends would laugh about the "walk of shame". How ironic she thought that her first experience at it was as a wife and mother.
Note : Copied from net "Orginal writer is J267" . Just adapted as per indian condition
"What about the other toys, did you climax?" Sid asked, deciding to intentionally try to get her more off kilter.
"What, uh, that's uh none of your business," she answered, stammering for words and looking at him with an attempt at defiance.
What she saw was that grin that had swept through her brain when she had climaxed with the toys, and it shook her and she felt a chill run through her body. In addition, her nipples suddenly grew hard, and she hoped they wouldn't show through the shear bra and top she was wearing. However, Sid did in fact see them through the sweater which further emboldened him.
"Did you climax?" he repeated, his tone demanding.
There was a long pause. Pinky opened her mouth several times but nothing came out. She knew he had no right to ask that question, but oddly she felt she needed to answer. It took her several tries before she answered in a soft voice, "Yes."
Pinky immediately regretted having said anything and felt stupid for answering his question. She didn't know what had possessed her to share something so intimate with this shady stranger, but Sid wasn't surprised. He had dealt with and manipulated women from across the spectrum - from ladies to prostitutes, and he knew that they were all very similar. Deep down they all wanted sex, but many hid behind a veil of self-imposed respectability. He sensed that Pinky was one of these women and he knew that her return to his store was a sign, a good sign, that somewhere in her head she had an interest. He was going to do his damnedest to exploit it.
"That's very good!" I'm glad my products fulfilled their intended purpose. Did you prefer the small vibrator over the butterfly?" Sid spoke rapidly, trying to keep her off balance.
"Uh, yes...well both really," she stammered.
"Good, good. I have some others I want you to try," Sid replied in an excited voice designed to keep her interest, and before she could speak, he turned and began rummaging the shelves.
Pinky stayed frozen in place. For some reason, she couldn't make herself move, although she could feel her body become tense and start to tremble, while a dull throbbing started between her legs. She knew that beneath her thong she must be very wet and realized that the naughtiness of being in the sex shop, and speaking with Sid about the effects of the toys on her body, was having an effect.
Sid pulled a package from the shelf, brought it to her and began describing its function. "It's called a rabbit. It's like a combined dildo and vibrator. Of course this part goes in your pussy, while this part vibrates against your clit at the same time. I'm told it's very effective. You want to try it out in one of the rooms?"
Sid had once more made a strategic error. Thinking he had Pinky in an aroused state, he became less reserved and used bold language in describing the toy. However, it had the opposite effect of what he intended as she was startled back to the reality of the situation.
"You know I don't think so," she replied with clear disdain in her voice.
He knew he had screwed up, but Sid was, if anything, resilient. So, with a barely noticeable shrug he replied, "Well it's not for everybody. Let's see what else we have."
The other customers, sensing something was going on, began drifting slowly towards them. Dinu noticed their movements and to his boss' delight he left his post and nonchalantly moved in their direction blocking the path.
"Well I just wanted to drop off that thing and pay for the other. I must be going now," Pinky informed him.
"A pity that you would leave so soon," Sid replied, showing some desperation for the first time as he realized his fish had thrown the hook, and he searching for some way to reset it.
"It's late," she replied curtly, and turned to go.
"Let me give you a parting gift," Sid said quickly, walking to the movie aisle then almost running to catch up to her before she got to the door. He grabbed a pen from near the cash register and wrote on the package before extending it to Pinky , "Here. I've been told this is quite good. After you have a look, text me and let me know what you think."
Pinky took the package then walked outside while Sid held the door.
"Goodnight. Return any time," he said.
"Goodnight," she replied, making the short walk to her car.
Sid was angry with himself for over playing his hand. In retrospect, he realized he had taken too much comfort in the fact that she had been drinking, and he hoped he would get another chance, but knew the likelihood was low. Giving her the movie was a desperate act, although by then he knew he had nothing to lose. However, if he knew what Pinky was thinking at that moment, he would not have been quite so hard on himself.
Pinky was a bit upset with herself for losing her cool and leaving. Sid 's questioning had aroused her, and when he then started describing crudely the new toy it made her anger flash. Once she reacted, she didn't know how to turn back even though she really wasn't ready to leave. For some odd reason, it excited her to be in that seedy situation even though she couldn't explain it, and now, she was just going to go back to a boring empty house.
Even though she knew she would have a hangover in the morning, she poured a drink as soon as she walked in, took it with her to the bedroom, undressed and put on her robe. She lay back on the bed and turned on the TV then remembered the movie that she had thrown onto the passenger seat of her car. Leaving her drink on the nightstand, she made her way to the garage, collected the film and returned.
"Housewives " was the name on the box. Pinky knew what a MILF was from conversation with her friends, and although there was no description on the packaging she suspected she knew what the movie was about.
She had only seen one porn movie in her life and that had been in a hotel room with her husband when they had been married just a few months. Actually, it had been only part of one as Arun had started making love to her after about fifteen minutes, and by the time they finished the movie had ended. She remembered that she had become somewhat turned on even though the production and acting was poor.
Using her fingernails, Pinky tore off the wrapper and opened the case then went to the TV and put the disc into the machine before returning to bed. The intro was starting on the screen while she arranged the pillows then took a sip of her drink.
She watched as two men, one black and one white, dressed in work coveralls approached a suburban house and rang the bell. A slender house wife with nice breasts opened it wearing saree and blouse and let them in. They started to work on her refrigerator, but in no time they were all on the couch making out. Pinky watched as they stripped the woman then themselves, and while the black man kissed her the white man began licking between her legs. Soon they had a cock in her mouth and in her pussy, and Pinky marveled at the size of their penis' which were much larger than her husband's.
Despite the corny acting, Pinky was getting quite turned on and she jumped from the bed and collected her new vibrator. Turning it to medium, she put the tip on her left nipple while she watched as the men traded the blonde back and forth.
The woman in the film was moaning loudly and getting close to a climax when Pinky began fingering her wet pussy with one hand while guiding the vibrator with the other over her clit. The woman onscreen came first, but Pinky was close behind spreading her legs wide, arching her back and groaning loudly as it arrived, and as soon as the orgasm dissipated, Pinky rolled to her side exhausted and drifted into a half sleep as the movie continued.
Sometime later she came back to life and saw that the movie had ended. She turned it off then placed the remote and the vibrator on the table and picked up her phone to check for messages. There were none and she was about to put it down, pull the bed covers down, climb under and go to sleep when she saw the handwritten number on the torn movie packaging. Pinky thought for a moment, then with a wicked grin she typed in the number and wrote out "good movie" before hitting send.
Sid was both surprised and delighted when he saw the text on his phone. This girl likes to play with fire he thought to himself and he wrote a response, "send pics".
Pinky was expecting a reply from Sid , but not what he requested. She knew what he wanted and she recalled several of her girlfriends giggling while telling stories about sending their boyfriends revealing photos. The difference was Sid wasn't her boyfriend. In fact, he was basically a stranger, but there was something interesting and exciting about replying to his text. She thought about it for several minutes then sat up, placed the phone about a foot from her chest and hit the button. There was a blinding flash and when she looked at the screen there was a nice picture of her left breast with the small pink nipple standing up.
"I'll be damn," Sid smiled when he looked at the picture, "Nice tit."
"more," he texted her immediately, but she ignored his request and went to sleep.
Sid knew that it was unwise to push, and he felt good that the fish was back on the hook, vowing that this time he would play it more carefully.
Pinky did in fact wake with a mild hangover, but some coffee and breakfast made it disappear and by the time her husband and son got home she had washed all her things and hidden her new toys in her closet. She didn't feel as guilty as she feared, and was able to greet Arun and Arup in a way that didn't provide any hint of her adventures.
Life quickly returned to normal for her and with work and Arup she was so busy that within just a few days she was no longer thinking about the weekend. Sid was thinking about it though, and thinking about her. He knew it would be crucial to get her to engage with him with texts, but he wisely remained patient waiting two weeks before reaching out.
"how are things?" he sent to her during the middle of the afternoon, when he knew she was at work and hopefully not too busy.
Pinky didn't recognize the number and it wasn't until she saw the message history that she realized who it was. She cringed for a moment thinking about how crazy it was to have sent the picture, but she rationalized that hers was indistinguishable from most any other breast.
"doing fine, thanks," she responded, after about five minutes.
This started an interaction that went on for weeks mostly initiated by Sid , but also at times by Pinky . Sid made a point of keeping the messages benign hoping that an opportunity would present itself to probe deeper or get flirtier. He still wanted badly to fuck her, but he knew it was going to be difficult and he had to remain patient.
Weeks turned into months and the frequency of texts began to wane. Sid was losing hope, not seeing any path towards moving things forward, and started to think about another bold approach as a last chance effort since he was growing tired of the pursuit. It turned out however that fortune was about to shine on him.
One of Arun 's closest friends had grown up in the country and his parents still lived there on a nice piece of property with horses and cattle. He had a son the same age as Arup and the two men decided that going to the country would make a nice father-son weekend trip. Their plans were to leave on Thursday right after work and return late on Sunday, and although Pinky feigned insult that the wives weren't invited, she in fact was looking forward to a weekend doing things with her friends.
An hour after the boys left, Pinky was on her way to meet Mili and another girlfriend, Preeti , for dinner. Preeti was recently divorced and as the drinks flowed before and during dinner they listened to her tales of the life of a young attractive woman back in the singles world. Preeti was having lots of sex and to hear her tell it, all good sex, so when she compared it to the routine and infrequent couplings while she was married, it made both Pinky and Mili wonder if they were missing something, although neither dared to speak.
It was ten-thirty when they finally left with plans to go shopping the next day after lunch. The closing conversation had been about the effects of all the sex talk and the plans Preeti had to meet one of her new lovers, Mili 's return to her horny husband and Pinky 's upcoming lonely night.
"Thanks girls. Y'all are the best," Pinky said sarcastically to roars of laughter from her friends.
Pinky climbed into her car, pausing for a moment wondering whether she should be driving, before starting it up and heading home. She had made it two blocks and was at a stop light when a sudden urge hit her and she reached for her phone.
"what are you doing?" she typed out quickly to Sid .
The sex talk had made her a bit horny, and with her husband and son gone she had a strange feeling of freedom.
Pinky was already home when Sid 's response came, "still working, you?"
Sid was checking out a strip club he was considering buying, and the loud music had masked the arrival sound of Pinky 's incoming text. It was only when he noticed the light flashing on his phone that he retrieved the message and saw it had been sent twenty minutes earlier.
Walking into the kitchen, she paused and replied, "went out with friends but home now"
Sid sensed that there might be more to it than just a casual text. Recalling that the time she had come to the store was when she was alone for a weekend, he decided to probe.
"where is your husband?" she read when the beep indicated a new arrival.
Pinky wondered whether it was wise to answer the question but feeling secure inside her home she typed out, "out of town with our son for the weekend"
As soon as she hit send, she shivered from a rush of nervous energy that swept through her body from the realization that she had just told this course man, who in many ways was like a predator, that she was alone. She wondered if he would take it that she was available.
A smile crossed Sid face when he read the message. He had felt that there might be something going on with her and now he had the confirmation. Certainly, she wouldn't have started texting him if she didn't have something in mind he thought. The question was what was it and how far was she ready to go. Regardless, he knew that this was the chance he had been waiting for and pressed on.
"come to the store," he texted her.
"can't drive been drinking," came a quick reply.
"get a cab," Sid typed and sent in less than ten seconds.
This time there was a break in the rapid texting that lasted for several minutes. He was just about to ask her where she went when a message finally came through, "probably not a good idea"
Thinking a meeting on neutral turf might be more appealing, Sid responded with, "lets meet for a drink"
There was another long break before his phone beeped and he read, "where?"
Sid smiled broadly. Finally, some damn progress he thought. He knew the place he wanted to meet. It was an old school bar with no fancy accoutrements or kids for the wait staff, and was dark with small booths that were perfect for intimate conversations. It was also just a few blocks from the shop.
"merry time bar near mgf mall," he fired off.
Sid was expecting a long wait for a reply so he was surprised when he saw the reply after only a few seconds, "okay"
After she sent the text, she set the phone on the counter and took a deep breath. She knew it was crazy, but she was dealing with a cocktail of confused feelings that included boredom, naughtiness and a need for adventure fueled by the alcohol she had consumed. The previous time with Sid had been strangely intoxicating - such an exciting departure from the norm, and the fact that she had easily moved back to her wife and mother routine afterwards gave her confidence. But, even as she reached for the house phone and looked up the taxi number that was kept in the drawer, she debated whether to back out. However, when the dispatcher came on she heard her voice ordering the car for immediate pick up.
Sid spoke to the club manager briefly before leaving through the back and jumping in his black Escalade. Even though it was only a fifteen-minute drive, he didn't want to risk her arriving first.
Pinky was still wearing her work clothes having gone to meet her friends directly from the office. She was in a stylish, black pencil skirt that ended four inches above the knee, a white long sleeved shirt and open toe high heels. Accenting her graceful neck, were her grandmother's pearls that nestled in the shirt opening.
It was forty minutes after the last text when the cab pulled up to the bar. Sid had arrived twenty minutes earlier, and had scouted then secured a small booth in a dark corner. On her way to the bar, once again Pinky questioned why she was doing this. She thought about all the men at work that had hit on her. Hell, even some of Arun 's friends had done so, and these men were all educated and professional and would likely come running if she gave them a hint of interest. Thinking about it all, she realized that at least part of what this was about was the departure from her comfortable, staid world.
When Pinky entered the bar, she glanced at the 3-piece band playing a jazz song then saw Sid rising from his seat in the booth. He walked towards her, dressed in dark slacks and a silk shirt like he had worn before, with a mass of dark hair protruding from the open buttons.
"Hello Pinky . So good to see you," he said, taking her hand in his and caressing it.
"Hello," she replied, her voice cracking as a sudden surge of anxiety engulfed her.
Sid guided her into the booth and instead of sitting across, followed her in on the same side. Pinky scooted further in trying to maintain some space, but Sid trailed until they were positioned at the very back. A waitress appeared as soon as they settled, and they placed their order - more wine for her and a whiskey on the rocks for him.
"Well it's been a while, but I'm glad you could come out," he said to her, knowing she was nervous.
"Thanks. So what have you been up to?" she answered.
Pinky was in fact very nervous and didn't want it to show, but her forced words were an immediate give a way.
"Oh just doing business. Trying to make some money and getting by," Sid replied, intentionally giving a vague answer.
They drank and chatted for the next fifteen minutes on a broad set of subjects including her job, her background and the local sports scene. However, one subject both stayed away from was Pinky 's husband and son. As they talked, she began to relax until she found that she had sunk into the soft padding of the booth so that she was now looking up at Sid . It gave her a submissive feeling that caused butterflies to start moving in her tummy.
Sid noticed it too and the change in the look in her eyes. Gone was the defiance, now replaced with a wondering, almost playful look, and he decided it was time for a bold move.
"You know I never thought you gave this a chance and I dropped by the store to get it on the way. Why don't you put it in and I'll show you how it's supposed to be used," he said to her, as his hand reached into his pocket and set the egg on the table.
Pinky 's mouth fell open and her eyes got big with her first thought that someone would see the sex device. After several seconds and a deep breath, calm returned and her eyes left the orb and turned to Sid . He was giving her the same silly grin that she had seen when she had fantasized about him while using the vibrator, and she felt her body flush.
"Come on baby. Have some fun," the rough man encouraged, with their eyes still locked.
Seconds went by without speaking and Sid started to think he once again had pushed too much.
"I have to go to the bathroom. This skirt's too tight to do it here," she replied with a grin.
Sid 's hand immediately went to her covered thigh and stroked it, "That's fine baby. Just fine."
He slid out of the booth while helping the young wife and handed her the device. Just as she was turning to leave, he leaned into her and whispered, "Lose the bra too."
Without responding, Pinky went to the bathroom and locked herself into a stall. She took her skirt down and peed then remained sitting and thinking. What had she gotten herself into? It was fun to play with this rough, vulgar man, but was she going too far? She knew the answer, although she still rationalized that she could leave at anytime and find safety at home, just like before.
Slowly, she took the egg and rubbed it along her wet slit watching it slowly disappear. With a final plop it was inside and she used a finger to push it into a comfortable place. Standing, she fixed her thong and skirt, feeling the wire against her labia, then took off her shirt to remove her bra. Looking down she was happy to see that the material was heavy enough that it was not possible to see that she was now braless, and leaving the stall, she dropped the bra in the trash then primped at the mirror for a minute before returning to Sid .
She had expected him to activate the device as soon as she appeared, but instead he stood and greeted her, helping her back into the booth where fresh drinks sat on the table. Pinky was nervous with anticipation expecting at any moment to feel the vibration, and Sid , knowing that this was part of the fun, kept the remote out of sight and started chatting with her again. Sitting to her side, he could also see through the opening in her shirt, that her bra was gone and this pleased him greatly.
"You know I'm dying to see those breasts in real life after seeing the pic," he whispered softly into her ear.
"I can't here," she said immediately, giving a teasing smile. She was playing with fire but it was so exciting she couldn't stop.
"Just undo your top button," he instructed, then added, "For now."
With the alcohol helping to fuel the erotic thrill, she hesitated only for a moment before using her fingers to let go the button. Sid stared at the opening created that brought to view the swell of her breasts, and just as her hand fell back to her side he pushed the button on the remote.
"ohhhh..." Pinky grunted in surprise, and her eyes shot to his.
He smiled at her and she smiled back as the device, it's faint sound masked by the music, vibrated inside her soft tunnel. Her first reaction was to touch her thighs or lower tummy, somewhere close, but the tight skirt didn't allow this. Instead, she was left clenching and releasing her muscles and squirming into the padding of the seat.
"Feels good doesn't it baby?" he said, with his now trademark grin.
Sid had been right. It was much different when someone else was operating the egg, and with a sensual look in her eyes and her mouth slightly open she nodded. Suddenly, it stopped and Pinky was left moving her hips seeking out the feeling that had quickly vanished. Looking at him again, she could see he was still smiling, no doubt reveling in the power he held.
During Pinky 's riding of the vibrating egg, Sid had put his arm on the back of the seat behind her. Now, he leaned in and with his left hand found the opening in her shirt and inserted his fingers until he found the rigid nipple of her right breast.
"Sid , no!" Pinky gasped, as she suddenly returned to the world of conservative wife and mother.
"Don't worry. No one can see," he answered, thinking this was the motivation for her denial and let his fingers continue to tease her nipple.
"Look, you need to...uggghhhh..." Pinky started to protest. As the words were leaving her mouth, Sid activated the device again which caught her mid-sentence. Suddenly, the feeling was back with the radiating warmth and all she could do was whine, "Sid ...ohhh...mmm..."
Sid moved his stroking fingertips between her breast and nipple, teasing it with a gentle tug and roll. Then pushed his hand in further, opening the shirt more, until he could cup and lift her breast with his hand. All the while, Pinky 's pelvis moved as if it was trying to dig through the padded seat.
"Do it right Sid , do it right and you'll be riding the beautiful young woman tonight," he coached himself, as he tried to arouse and seduce Pinky .
His fingers went back to her nipple and this time pinched it slowly with just enough pressure to make her stiffen and groan. He released the nub and waited a few seconds and did it again.
"Ohhh...Ohhh...Mmm..." the muted sounds came from her mouth, as she fought to keep quiet while she pushed her breast against Sid 's hand and squirmed in the seat.
"Baby you're on fire. Let it take you. Go with it. You look so beautiful right now," Sid whispered into her ear.
Pinky was as aroused as she had ever been, but the feeling, while glorious, wasn't completely fulfilling. She wanted to cum and needed to as well, but she knew the egg wouldn't get her there. She turned and looked at him with pleading, begging eyes letting him know that he had won, that she was his if he would just make it happen.
"Let's go baby," he said sliding out of the booth and pulling her with him. She didn't bother to button her top and Sid left the device buzzing in her pussy while he pulled a 500/- from his wallet and flipped it on the table.
Pinky could feel the eyes on her as they walked through the club, but rather than embarrass her it actually turned her on even more. Sid helped her into his Dezire then turned and pulled her to him so he could kiss her hard on the mouth. She returned the kiss with passion while his hand once again snaked inside her shirt and fondled her firm breasts. Sid thought about having her right there, turning her so that her long legs were on the ground and she was bent onto the seat so he could ram into her from behind. But, his place was a short drive away, and he relished the idea of having her in his bed where he would keep her for the night.
The drive took only a few minutes and Pinky leaned over the console and held his bicep while he drove, looking at him with her big eyes and silently giving him the message to hurry. Sid pulled into what looked like a small warehouse made from brick and hit a button on his steering wheel which caused a roll up door to rise. He pulled inside, turned off the key and moved quickly to collect his prize. Once up a set of metal stairs, Sid unlocked a heavy door and they entered a loft-like space that had been converted to living quarters. He hit several switches and the space was filled with a very low light that illuminated his king sized bed at the far end.
Both their hands went to the buttons on her shirt and within seconds it was off followed by her skirt as she unzipped it. Pinky was left in just her panty and heels, without persuation she pushed it down her long legs and off her feet. Sid , still fully clothed, pulled her naked body to him and kissed her deeply while kneading her shapely ass. When they broke, he slid a hand down over her tummy and found her slit then, using the wire, he pulled the still humming egg from her and tossed it onto a stuffed chair.
"Damn, I'm going to enjoy you." he told her, as his hands started working on his clothes.
Pinky stood still and watched as Sid removed his clothes revealing a thick, hairy body with indistinguishable tattoos on his biceps and chest with one on his back that looked like a demon carrying a woman on his shoulders. Unable to look away, she watched as he pushed his boxers over his hips revealing a heavy cock nestled in a deep matting of hair. In fact, it looked like the hair extended half way up his shaft. Pinky had not seen many penises in her life but she guessed he was about the same length as her husband, but was much thicker. It looked heavy to her and in that way was different than any she had seen before.
Sid pulled her to him again and kissed her hard on the mouth. To Pinky , their naked bodies now forced together with his hair teasing and tantalizing her nipples and thighs was a powerful aphrodisiac. It wasn't like she needed one though as she had been wet and excited since the bar.
Sid walked her backwards to the bed then pushed her shoulders forcing her to fall backwards until she lay before him. He stopped to feast on her beauty and felt his cock stiffen even more in anticipation.
Just as he climbed on the bed, positioning himself on his knees and pushing her legs wider apart, Pinky had a vision of her son flash through her brain. In the vision, it was Diwali and along with her husband they were helping her in decoration.
"Sid , maybe this isn't a good idea," she said as a wave of guilt swept over her.
Sid had been expecting some reluctance. In fact, he was very surprised he had made it this far without some push back. However, from experience, he knew that once he got inside a woman their reluctance always evaporated.
"Nonsense," he replied to her, and knee walked forward driving her legs back and apart.
Sid took his cock in his hand and began rubbing his fat head along her slit smearing her juices until her whole pussy glistened. The electric feeling his actions produced coupled with the intense visual eroticism resulted in her body winning out over the reluctance her brain attempted to bring to fore. Really, she was being taken, forced, she rationalized to herself which helped relieve her of responsibility even though deep down she knew it was a lie.
"Mmmm...ohhh..." Pinky heard herself gasp when Sid pushed his fat cockhead between her lips.
"Yeah baby. It's going to be a good ride," he said, responding to her sounds.
Sid flexed his hips driving his cock deeper into her tight pussy which brought more cries of passion from Pinky . It took him a good minute to work it completely in so that his thick matting of pubic hair was pushed against her pussy and his balls nestled against her ass. With a sigh of satisfaction, he fell forward onto his elbows so that his entire body was now in contact with hers.
Pinky felt almost crushed and trapped by his body, but it was an intensely pleasurable feeling. When Sid began thrusting into her with a steady, deep pace and his hot breath began to hit her neck she knew she was experiencing something completely different. This wasn't the gentle love making she received from her husband. Instead, she was being fucked and fucked hard - taken by this rough man for his own pleasure. The feeling emanating from between her legs, shooting out in all directions through her body, made it undeniable that she was enjoying it too.
Sid knew she would be a good fuck, but it was still better than he expected. Her body was responding nicely too. He could feel her pussy juicing and coating his cock making it easier to drive into her and he could feel the small nipples that crowned her luscious breasts scbanging against his chest.
"You like this?" he asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it.
"Yes," came a faint, whispered reply.
"Louder baby. I can't hear you," he demanded.
"Yes," Pinky answered, this time in a clear voice.
"Good. I want you to like it. Now tell me to fuck you. Say fuck me Sid ," he said, intending to push her sensibilities. When there was no response after several seconds, he commanded again, "Say it baby. Say fuck me Sid ."
"Fuck me Sid ," Pinky answered, and he felt a quick shiver in her body as the words left her mouth.
Hearing her say the words excited him too and he started moving even faster lifting up with his hips at the end of every thrust to go in as deeply as possible. He felt her legs, which had been at his side, circle his waist and as she locked her heels , her heels rocked against his back and her hands which had been on his shoulders drifted down until one was on the small of his back and the other was holding his ass.
"Say it again," Sid grunted between thrusts.
"Fuck me Sid ," she spat out without hesitation, and her hips started pushing back into him.
Sid took his right arm and looped it under her left leg opening her further then lifted himself on the other until he was resting on his elbow. In this position, he could drive deep and watch her face as he fucked her. Her eyes were squeezed shut which left a tension in her brow and her mouth was partly open. Overwhelmed by the pure sexual look she was giving, he leaned down and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth and receiving hers back lustily.
"Fuck me Sid . Fuck me good. Ohhh...Sid ," Pinky cried out without prodding, as soon as their kiss broke.
He knew she had never experienced sex like this and he wanted to make it memorable. He wanted her to be thinking about this encounter days, weeks and months later so that she would want more, need more and be ready to visit him when he called.
"You're the best fuck I ever had," Sid grunted then slowed, unable to keep the torrid pace which brought a whine of disappointment from Pinky , as she had felt herself building towards something special and now it was drifting away.
Sid took her arms and pushed them over her head, holding her hands in his. In this position, stretched out and bound, she felt out of control which brought a new wave of erotic feelings rushing through her body. Sid moves now, slower but still deliberate, quickly brought back the feeling that had faded. She felt heat between her legs and an electric tickling that began to grow and spread through her body. When it hit her nipples, it became too strong to hold inside.
"OH SID . Almost...almost there...please don't stop," came her passionate, pleading cry.
Sid concentrated on giving her a steady, consistent rhythm then said once more, "Say what you want again."
"Fuck me Sid . Fuck...OHHH...OHHH...OH GOD...PLEASE...OH PLEASE!" she cried out loudly, as her orgasm hit and Sid rode her through it, feeling her body pulse and her pussy contract and release against his thick cock.
Pinky had never experienced anything like it. First, her eyes saw stars exploding and her body had strong impulses wracking through it making her spasm. Then she began to float and drift in the most amazing way like she was on a soft cloud that was massaging her and bringing her deep satisfying pleasure.
When she finally came back to reality, how much later she wasn't sure, she could feel Sid still moving inside her and when she opened her eyes she could see by the contorted look on his face that he was close to cumming.
He knew that Pinky had experienced a huge climax, and watching and feeling her pussy milk him had pushed him forward too. He wanted the orgasm to be completely through her before he released, so with gritted teeth he had held back, but now it was time to let go. He hoped that she was not on any birth control, although he knew it was likely she was, as he would have liked nothing more than to have inseminated her. Their coupling had been so intense and pleasurable it seemed more like a mating than just sex.
"Can't hold it. Can't..." he said to her through gritted teeth, and when he felt Pinky 's fingernails lightly glide down his back, it was too much and his release hit with full force, "OH FUCK. FUCK YEAH! Take it baby...take it all."
His movements lost rhythm and Pinky could feel his cock throbbing against her opening letting her know that he was releasing his semen into her married pussy. With a last, deep push, Sid stopped then collapsed onto her. Together they struggled to catch their breaths, while they remained connected.
When Sid rolled off of her, there was a momentary feeling of emptiness that made her squeeze her legs together. She felt his arm encircle her and pull her back against his hairy chest and his hand went to her breasts. She could feel his lips softly kissing the back and side of her neck which made her purr.
"Damn that was good. I haven't come that hard in forever. I think yours was big too," he spoke in low voice.
Pinky didn't respond and now that it was over all her lust was evaporating rapidly being replaced by guilt. She thought of Arun and Arup and realized she was now a cheat - an adulteress. The thought was overwhelming, and she suddenly felt trapped like an animal, wanting to retreat to the safety of her home.
"I need to go. Please let me go," she blurted out while trying to work her way out of his hold.
"No Pinky . You're staying the night," the rough man replied.
His words weren't loving or angry, rather they were just stated in a matter-of-fact way.
"Really I have to. Please let me up," she answered, now fighting him harder.
"Be still," Sid commanded, and pulled her more tightly against him.
Pinky knew she couldn't fight him, so she quit struggling deciding to wait until he fell asleep to sneak out. However, the drinks, the sexual workout and the emotions had tired her and she was the first to drift off.
Sometime later, she awoke to find Sid using two fingers to slide over and inside her pussy. Despite the tingling he was creating, she tried to resist at first by closing her legs and then speaking.
"No more. I've had enough and I need to go," she pleaded.
Sid ignored her request, pushed her legs back open and rolled on top of her.
"I was waiting for you to come to life," he whispered to her.
She realized how wet he had made her when the head of his cock penetrated her easily.
"No, please," she implored him, but instead of stopping he pushed in deeper, and then he took her ass in his hands and with a final thrust he was balls deep.
"Love your pussy baby," he said to her, as he started moving very slowly in and out savoring the feeling of her hot, snug wetness.
At first, Pinky was able to keep herself detached from Sid 's efforts but as his thrusting continued she found herself drawn in. Her reluctance waned quickly as Sid 's fat cock once again created great pleasure in her pussy, and after only a couple minutes she was once again moaning in time to his thrusts.
Sid rolled onto his back, never losing the connection with Pinky , and pulled her up so that she was now on top. She was surprised to find herself suddenly upright, on display and looking down at Sid , but with his hands pulling on her hips she began to rock against his hardness. Sid enjoyed the view he had of her almost perfect breasts and flat sexy tummy. In addition, her disheveled dark hair gave her a lusty, wanton look.
Pinky 's movements became faster until with a series of cries she came once again then collapsed onto Sid 's chest. Sid tried to continue to thrust into her for a few seconds before giving up and contented himself with holding her against him while he stroked her hair.
Light was streaming through the gaps in the curtains when Pinky woke to the sound of movement in the loft. Finding herself alone in the bed, she assumed it was Sid that was making the noise, so she was shocked when a small, elderly Asian lady appeared at the foot of the bed.
"You get up...you go. You go now," the lady said to Pinky in a loud voice, while waving her arms.
Surprised, Pinky pulled the bed sheets up to her neck and held them tightly while wondering what was going on with this strange woman. The old woman continued her tirade telling Pinky to go, and also pulled on the sheet ripping it from Pinky 's hands and stripping it from the bed until she was left naked, trying to use her hands to provide some cover.
"Stop it. Leave me alone," Pinky yelled at her.
"Mr. Sid want you to go. You get clothes on and leave now," she told Pinky , picking up her clothes from the floor and throwing them onto the bed.
Pinky reached for her clothes, but evidently wasn't moving fast enough for the Asian woman who stepped closer, took her by the arm and began pulling her off the bed.
"Stop, damn it!" Pinky cried out in anger.
"Mimi it's okay," Sid voice called out from behind the old woman, and Pinky looked behind her to see him standing there naked with a smile on his face.
Mimi turned and saw him, showing no surprise at his nudity, then left, going past him as she wandered to another part of the loft.
"What was that about?" Pinky demanded, angrily.
"That's my housekeeper Mimi. She is a tad too possessive," Sid explained.
In fact, he had trained Mimi to run off the women she found in his place after he had gone. Mimi had been unaware that Sid was in the bathroom and that Pinky wasn't one of his standard skanks.
Pinky had continued to try and put on her clothes, but Sid wasn't ready yet for her to go just yet. She was on her back in the bed about to put her feet through her skirt when he took the garment in his hand and began a tug of war with her before finally getting it away.
"I need to go." Pinky said in a firm voice. Her guilt had come back again and Mimi's interference had insulted her. But, she could tell by Sid 's half hard cock, the look in his eye and his grin that he wanted more sex.
"One more time, baby," he told her.
"No Sid . No way," Pinky replied, but already he was climbing on the bed.
"I'll make you feel good," he said as he took hold of her legs.
"Please no. That woman's here!" Pinky tried again, but Sid completely ignored her pleas as he spread her legs and moved between them, and he used his fingers to test her slit, pleasantly surprised to find it slick.
"Ummm...uhhh..." Pinky moaned as Sid inserted his thick cock in her for the third time, and while there was some soreness, there was also the same good feeling of fullness she had experienced before.
It wasn't long before she had her hands on his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her reluctance and embarrassment when they started had made her think there was no way she would be able to climax. However, it was beginning to felt very good, and the tingling in her nipples and groin made her wonder. Sid had his head buried in her neck as he concentrated on the mating and he would occasionally nibble on her ear. His hot breath hitting her neck made it all seem very raw, but also very erotic.
Suddenly, she caught a movement in her peripheral vision and lifting her head slightly she saw Sid 's maid had returned.
"Sid , your maid is watching!" Pinky said in shock.
"It's okay. She doesn't care," he replied, and showed no sign of stopping.
At first, Pinky felt embarrassed and she closed her eyes to block out the sight of the old woman. But, when Sid raised up on his arms and began pushing deeply into her, she looked up to see him staring intently into her face while the maid swept the floor just a few feet away. It was all so sordid, but it lit some strange, unknown fuse in the young wife and mother.
"Ohhh...ohhh...Sid ..." she moaned loudly, and something in her now wanted the maid to know how good it felt.
"That's it baby. Tell me how good it feels," he encouraged.
Pinky was about to respond when suddenly her lover pulled out without warning then used his hands to roll her to her knees then quickly took her from behind.
"Ohhh...mmm..." Pinky whined when he entered.
She loved the position although her husband, always the gentleman, rarely wanted to make love that way and Pinky was too timid to demand it. Sid wasn't a gentleman at all and knew from experience what women wanted.
"Now we can get serious," he grunted out, and holding her hips began to move fast with deep strokes.
"Ohhh...yes...ohhh...ohhh...it feels good..." Pinky cried out.
She was getting very excited and she dropped her head to the mattress and grabbed the sheet with each hand squeezing tightly
"You ready to cum?" Sid asked between breaths.
"Yes..." Pinky whimpered in response.
"Tell me baby. Tell what you want," he demanded.
"I want to cum...let me cum...please..." she whined.
Sid 's movements went in to overdrive and he started thrusting like a jack hammer. It immediately created a wet slapping sound between their bodies and Pinky felt the telltale tingling starting to build rapidly. Seconds, just seconds more was all she needed and then it happened. The tingling began to fire out like electrical pulses throughout her body with special focus on her pussy and nipples.
"Awwwhhhh...fuck...fuck me! Oh God fuck me," the young mother cried out and pulled even harder on the sheet.
It felt so good, and it immediately drained all her strength requiring Sid to hold her by her hips to keep her from falling forward. He kept the motion as best he could against her limp body then finally let her go, but stayed connected and continue to fuck her while she lay prone.
"Here it comes baby. Here it comes. Hope you're on the pill," he grunted in time with his thrusts then he pushed deep and held himself completely inside her and let out a satisfied roar.
Sid collapsed on her back and she could feel his heaving chest struggling to catch up. She felt strangely satisfied that he had climaxed inside her and she squeezed her muscles a few times to milk his heavy cock, which brought a deep sigh from him.
Opening her eyes, she saw that Mimi was looking down at her from the edge of the bed, and it took a second to register that she was looking at her wedding ring. She knew she was being judged, and once more a pang of guilt stated to form, but it was held at bay by the amazing way she felt after her complete climax.
Sid tried to get her to stay and even offered to drive her home when she insisted on leaving. But, she was adamant about taking a cab, so thirty minutes later she allowed him to kiss her fully before she took the few steps from his door to the waiting car.
She hadn't had the opportunity to clean up much and she knew she looked a mess and probably smelled of sex. So, she wasn't surprised when the Indian cab driver repeatedly looked at her in the mirror as they drove. Her mind went to her college days where her friends would laugh about the "walk of shame". How ironic she thought that her first experience at it was as a wife and mother.
Note : Copied from net "Orginal writer is J267" . Just adapted as per indian condition
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