Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

Instead, Martin pulled himself away from me long enough before resuming sucking and biting on my nipples. His fingers lazily trailing over my slit from just above my clit to my asshole but never lingering anywhere long enough. The teasing was driving me wild, and as I ran my fingers through his hair, I was begging him to fuck me “please don’t torture me just fuck me please fuck me any way u want to fuck me”. Every time I tried to touch his cock with my hands or feet, Martin would pull me away. I could no longer take his teasing touch to my tits and pushed him away long enough to pull my boobs in my own hands and press them hard together. I wanted to feel his tongue licking my nipples, wanted nothing to dull the sharp edges of his teeth as he bit down on me. I was moaning “ oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssss”and squirming like a woman possessed, but every time Martin felt my pussy begin to tighten as I was ready to cum, he would pull away from me. 

I was almost in tears with my need to cum, “please Swamiji either you make him fuck me or you fuck me with your holy linga which I worshipped please don’t make me like this I beg you to fuck me please” demanding that he fuck me hard as my hands stroked Martin's chest, arms and back or tangled in his hair.

"Please, baby, fuck me," I was urging him. "I want to feel your hard cock stroking the walls of my pussy. I'm so hot baby please fuck me hard and deep. Please venkat sir Saleem please request Swamiji not to torture me just ask them to fuck me I need a dick in my pussy badly "

Looking up from my nipples, Martin whispered back, "I want to taste you first."

"I would love that, “I answered him back and heard Swamiji quickly get up from his chair, walk over to us as Martin slid further down my body.

My eyes fluttered close as I felt Martin's hot breath fan across my pussy, and I arched my back to push my pussy closer to his face. As my eyes drifted close, I saw Swamiji stepping closer to the couch and bending over so that he could take a close up of Martin's tongue lapping at my clit. Just as my eyes shut, I noticed drops of pre-cum beading on the head of Swamiji's cock, which he held firmly in his hand. My tongue flicked out to lick my lips as I moaned, but at the feeling of Martin's tongue against me, or the sight of the pre-cum slipping out of the purple head of Swamiji's cock?

"Open your eyes, Rehana," Martin whispered to me as he backed away from my gaping pussy. "I want to be able to see you Indian housewife watching me, please."

My eyes opened to see Martin's brown eyes staring up at me from between my legs. His eyes were dark with passion and looked like twin pools of warm chocolate that I wanted to throw me into. My hand came down from behind my head to cup the side of Martin's face and he turned his head to kiss my palm before once again pressing his tongue against my clit. My hand slipped around the back of his head to push Martin closer to me as my hips rocked under the assault of his tongue. His fingers were teasing the opening of my pussy as he sucked my clit into his mouth. My back arched, my breath panting as I moved closer and closer to exploding all over his face. As a flash washed over my body, I turned to see Swamiji standing close to my shoulder intent on taking pictures of Martin and me. Oh, baby. It feels so good when you suck on my clit! Put your fingers inside me, please. I want you to finger fuck me, Martin. Make me cum all over you, please." 

I was begging as my fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him deeper into me. Kissing my clit as he released it from his mouth, Martin pushed his tongue deep into my pussy, twirling it around. My hand came around to touch my clit as Martin tongue fucked my pussy. I could feel my pussy burning hotter and getting tighter as I got ready to cum, only to have Martin pull my hand away and suck my fingers clean. I groaned in protest as my hips continued to rotate.

"Don't cum yet," Martin commanded me. "I'll tell you when you can cum but not yet."

“ look at her begging for a Lund Martin now what do you say that Indian women are more sex hungry then the white women is it not look she is begging for a dick in front of her husband and her leader watching her she is a perfect slut for our Ashram’’ Swamiji said 

His voice was harsher than I had heard him speak to me before and slowly my hips stopped rotating under his glare, but was actually withholding orgasms from me. I had always been one of the lucky women who could have multiple orgasms, and in the past, that night though, he was pushing and teasing to new limits by keeping me on the edge as long as he was. Usually, I was the one who teased any man. Using my hands, feet or mouth I would stroke, lick and suck any hard cock until he was begging to be inside me. I could take his cock deep into my throat but during oral sex, only a certain touch in an incredible sensitive area would set off any man a orgasm and I enjoyed teasing men as long as possible.

I have to admit it was thrilling to be on the receiving end of such intense teasing. After my hips had stopped rotating and my breathing slowly returned to normal, Martin once again bent his head and pushed his tongue against my clit. He was not licking it, just holding his tongue against me and my hips began rocking so that my clit was sliding around under his tongue. Gently Martin bit down on my clit before pushing his tongue inside my pussy. I could feel my pussy clamping down on his tongue as he wiggled it deep inside me. I once again began rubbing my clit as Martin tongue fucked me, moaning and rocking my hips faster as I rushed towards an orgasm “ OOOOOOOOOOOOOOh GODDDDDDDDD Swamiji oooooooooooooooh godddd”. Martin pulled his tongue from my steaming pussy and watched me stroking my clit. His tongue slipped in to stroke my clit with my fingers until I removed my fingers and turned myself over to his hungry mouth once more.

Feeling the muscles in my stomach and legs tightening, Martin once again pulled his mouth away from my pussy. Looking up at me from between my thighs, I could see his face wet from my pussy juices as he licked his lips and sucked the bottom one into his mouth.

"You taste so good. I love how hot and wet you Indian women get “Martin told me as his fingers moved to spread my pussy lips wide open and he bent his head to lick me. 

Holding Martin's eyes with mine, I moved my hand back to my pussy. I gasped “oooooooooooh YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA”loudly as my fingers brushed against my clit before burying two of my fingers inside. Slowly I slid them in and out as Martin's gaze dropped to watch me fucking myself before I slowly removed them. I could feel my thick cum coating them and when Martin tried to capture them in his mouth, I pushed him away by placing my other hand on his forehead to stop him. As Martin watched, I pulled my hand up my body, stopping once to rub some of my juices on my nipple before rubbing my finger lightly across my lips then sucking them into my mouth. I moaned “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH YEAAA OOOOOOOOH MY GOD”as the taste of my pussy exploded on my taste buds when I sucked my fingers into my mouth. I began fucking my mouth with my fingers and sucking on them loudly as if I was sucking on Martin's cock. Pulling my fingers from my mouth, I spread the fingers apart and licked between them trying to get every drop of my cum out of between them.