18-02-2023, 11:33 AM
Bhaskar leaned back and looked at the young housewife kneeling on the floor with his cock in her mouth. As her head bobbed up and down, her open hair formed a curtain around her face and his crotch. He liked looking at their faces. So with one hand he held the hair together to the side. Every time her head went down, he could get a glimpse at her curvy naked ass cheeks. The tight red dress on her complexion looked very fetching. And she had still obediently kept her hands locked over her waist.
He watched his old friend kneeling behind her and gently fingering her clit. And Bhaskar felt very lucky to have known Navin Dutt. Thanks to him, he had gotten to share many such whores over several decades. Many were as beautiful if not more beautiful than Mansi. But there was something so deliciously forbidden about someone so orthodox and traditional being led down the path like this.
Mansi was starting to feel saliva drip out of her mouth as she kept sucking the old man's modest cock. The blowjob part she wasn't really enjoying. Her attention was focused more on what Dut's fingers were doing. Dutt was again careful not to finger her all the way to an orgasm. He kept teasing it but always pulled short. Soon Mansi's ass started swaying sideways on its own as she tried to push back against his fingers more.
"You really are a country bumpkin, aren't you?" Bhaskar said lightly but firmly slapping her cheek. "Who told you to wear this kind of a bra under this dress?"
Mansi's ears turned red at the insult and she pulled her face away from the old man's cock. She stared at him with a frown on her face.
"What the fuck are you staring like that for?"
Another slap. This time a bit harder. Bhaskar's fingers stopped. He knew he had told Bhaskar to be assertive. And he knew one of Bhaskar's fetishes was slapping women. But slapping her around like this might be a little too much. Thankfully, he hadn't slapped her too hard, not hard enough to hurt. But the symbolic and demeaning value of a slap was still evident. He was afraid Mansi might explode in anger and walk away.
And Mansi herself was thinking just about that. But Bhaskar read her expression well, and before she could react, pulled her forward by her hair. She felt his hands slip down the back of her dress. His fingers fumbled a little before they found the bra hooks. Soon her bra was loose. Before Mansi could react to what was happening, Bhaskar had pulled down the twin straps of the bra and the dress on her left arm. And then her right arm.
"Pull your arms out of this." Bhaskar said arrogantly.
Why am I obeying this stranger, Mansi wondered as she unlocked her hands behind her back, and then pulled her arms out of the straps. Yes, he says he will pay me too, but he is an ugly nasty old man who had just slapped her. Even Amar, for all his flaws, had never raised a hand on her. The slaps didn't hurt, but they still made her feel humiliated. What made her feel confused was that with every slap, she had felt an odd twinge in her loins. Like she actually enjoyed it.
Bhaskar reached down the front of her dress and pulled the bra out. As Mansi felt the twin cups holding her boobs in place get pulled up, she reflexively put her arms across her chest. The bra had been pulled out and thrown on the side. And that motion had made one breast, the left one, spill out of her dress. The right one stayed partially hidden under the dress.
"What are you holding your arms like that for? I can already see your ass and cunt." Bhaskar chuckled.
Quietly, Mansi lowered her arms. Her face was red with shame and arousal. Dutt had been watching all this unfold, a little surprised and also pleased that the young housewife was playing along. She still did not seem enthusiastic about Bhaskar's presence. But she had already taken his dick in her mouth, let him manhandle her, and even after that, was kneeling their quietly.
She tried to pull her dress up to cover her exposed tit, but Bhaskar said
"Leave it the way it is. And get back to sucking my dick. Hands behind your back."
Dutt looked blissfully at his latest conquest. He remembered the woman she had been a few months ago, too shy to even let him hold her arm in public. And that same woman was here, practically naked with that red dress pulled up over her ass, her underwear removed, and one tit hanging out of the dress, sucking the dick of a man she had just met. He noticed that the exposed nipple was hard. From his fingers, he already knew she was wet and aroused. He realized that maybe being treated in this dominant and demeaning way turned her on even more.
He raised his hand and spanked her on her right ass cheek hard. She let out a little yelp but still kept bobbing her head up and down, sucking Bhaskar's dick.
"I love the way her ass jiggles." Bhaskar smiled. "Do it again. Yeah, now the other one."
Dutt rained down spanks on the young woman's creamy buttocks like she was some errant student. He loved how the complexion of her ass was such that after each spank, his palm print would appear on it in pink. He had been rock hard for a while. He couldn't wait any more.
Mansi was grimacing and yelping at each blow on her ass, but also enjoying what Dutt was doing. Until a few months ago, her sex life was limited to the shortlived sex, mostly missionary style, with her husband in a dark bedroom. Here she was, acting almost like a porn star, practically naked and sucking one old man's dick while the other rained blows on her ass. And the part of her that felt guilty or shameful about this was growing smaller with every second.
Finally she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper behind her. She knew what that meant. Dutt smiled when she instinctively raised her ass up and spread her legs a little. Even Bhaskar noted this and smiled. She was Dutt's whore first and he deserved the first turn. But Bhaskar could not wait to experience himself what had been described as an incredibly tight cunt.
"Mmmmmmm." Mansi opened her mouth and let the dick slide out as she felt Dutt line up his nice thick cock and push it into her cunt.
"You like that, huh?" Bhaskar chuckled.
"Hmmmm." she smiled, resting her face sideways on Bhaskar's thigh. And then she inhaled and closed her eyes as her lover's dick invaded her pussy.
She loved that she didn't need to tell him to go slow. The old man was experienced. Grabbing her waist he entered her gradually, feeling the insides of her cunt clasp his shaft. He was delighted to note that she was in fact pushing her ass back a little, as if her body was saying, no need to be THAT slow. But he kept going slowly anyway.
Mansi's mind was flooded with a sense of relief and pleasure at the penetration when she felt a slap on her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked up. Bhaskar raised his eyebrows. Reluctantly, she lifted her head and took his dick in her mouth again. Just as she was doing it, Dutt let go of the slow pace and in one motion, rammed the rest of his dick into her. The moment pushed her forward and all of Bhaskar's dick was in her mouth again. Until his pubes were in her nose, as he had said earlier.
And thus, the previously chaste and demure housewife crossed another level of debauchery. Being fucked at both ends, being spit roasted by two old men over twice her age.
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He watched his old friend kneeling behind her and gently fingering her clit. And Bhaskar felt very lucky to have known Navin Dutt. Thanks to him, he had gotten to share many such whores over several decades. Many were as beautiful if not more beautiful than Mansi. But there was something so deliciously forbidden about someone so orthodox and traditional being led down the path like this.
Mansi was starting to feel saliva drip out of her mouth as she kept sucking the old man's modest cock. The blowjob part she wasn't really enjoying. Her attention was focused more on what Dut's fingers were doing. Dutt was again careful not to finger her all the way to an orgasm. He kept teasing it but always pulled short. Soon Mansi's ass started swaying sideways on its own as she tried to push back against his fingers more.
"You really are a country bumpkin, aren't you?" Bhaskar said lightly but firmly slapping her cheek. "Who told you to wear this kind of a bra under this dress?"
Mansi's ears turned red at the insult and she pulled her face away from the old man's cock. She stared at him with a frown on her face.
"What the fuck are you staring like that for?"
Another slap. This time a bit harder. Bhaskar's fingers stopped. He knew he had told Bhaskar to be assertive. And he knew one of Bhaskar's fetishes was slapping women. But slapping her around like this might be a little too much. Thankfully, he hadn't slapped her too hard, not hard enough to hurt. But the symbolic and demeaning value of a slap was still evident. He was afraid Mansi might explode in anger and walk away.
And Mansi herself was thinking just about that. But Bhaskar read her expression well, and before she could react, pulled her forward by her hair. She felt his hands slip down the back of her dress. His fingers fumbled a little before they found the bra hooks. Soon her bra was loose. Before Mansi could react to what was happening, Bhaskar had pulled down the twin straps of the bra and the dress on her left arm. And then her right arm.
"Pull your arms out of this." Bhaskar said arrogantly.
Why am I obeying this stranger, Mansi wondered as she unlocked her hands behind her back, and then pulled her arms out of the straps. Yes, he says he will pay me too, but he is an ugly nasty old man who had just slapped her. Even Amar, for all his flaws, had never raised a hand on her. The slaps didn't hurt, but they still made her feel humiliated. What made her feel confused was that with every slap, she had felt an odd twinge in her loins. Like she actually enjoyed it.
Bhaskar reached down the front of her dress and pulled the bra out. As Mansi felt the twin cups holding her boobs in place get pulled up, she reflexively put her arms across her chest. The bra had been pulled out and thrown on the side. And that motion had made one breast, the left one, spill out of her dress. The right one stayed partially hidden under the dress.
"What are you holding your arms like that for? I can already see your ass and cunt." Bhaskar chuckled.
Quietly, Mansi lowered her arms. Her face was red with shame and arousal. Dutt had been watching all this unfold, a little surprised and also pleased that the young housewife was playing along. She still did not seem enthusiastic about Bhaskar's presence. But she had already taken his dick in her mouth, let him manhandle her, and even after that, was kneeling their quietly.
She tried to pull her dress up to cover her exposed tit, but Bhaskar said
"Leave it the way it is. And get back to sucking my dick. Hands behind your back."
Dutt looked blissfully at his latest conquest. He remembered the woman she had been a few months ago, too shy to even let him hold her arm in public. And that same woman was here, practically naked with that red dress pulled up over her ass, her underwear removed, and one tit hanging out of the dress, sucking the dick of a man she had just met. He noticed that the exposed nipple was hard. From his fingers, he already knew she was wet and aroused. He realized that maybe being treated in this dominant and demeaning way turned her on even more.
He raised his hand and spanked her on her right ass cheek hard. She let out a little yelp but still kept bobbing her head up and down, sucking Bhaskar's dick.
"I love the way her ass jiggles." Bhaskar smiled. "Do it again. Yeah, now the other one."
Dutt rained down spanks on the young woman's creamy buttocks like she was some errant student. He loved how the complexion of her ass was such that after each spank, his palm print would appear on it in pink. He had been rock hard for a while. He couldn't wait any more.
Mansi was grimacing and yelping at each blow on her ass, but also enjoying what Dutt was doing. Until a few months ago, her sex life was limited to the shortlived sex, mostly missionary style, with her husband in a dark bedroom. Here she was, acting almost like a porn star, practically naked and sucking one old man's dick while the other rained blows on her ass. And the part of her that felt guilty or shameful about this was growing smaller with every second.
Finally she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper behind her. She knew what that meant. Dutt smiled when she instinctively raised her ass up and spread her legs a little. Even Bhaskar noted this and smiled. She was Dutt's whore first and he deserved the first turn. But Bhaskar could not wait to experience himself what had been described as an incredibly tight cunt.
"Mmmmmmm." Mansi opened her mouth and let the dick slide out as she felt Dutt line up his nice thick cock and push it into her cunt.
"You like that, huh?" Bhaskar chuckled.
"Hmmmm." she smiled, resting her face sideways on Bhaskar's thigh. And then she inhaled and closed her eyes as her lover's dick invaded her pussy.
She loved that she didn't need to tell him to go slow. The old man was experienced. Grabbing her waist he entered her gradually, feeling the insides of her cunt clasp his shaft. He was delighted to note that she was in fact pushing her ass back a little, as if her body was saying, no need to be THAT slow. But he kept going slowly anyway.
Mansi's mind was flooded with a sense of relief and pleasure at the penetration when she felt a slap on her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked up. Bhaskar raised his eyebrows. Reluctantly, she lifted her head and took his dick in her mouth again. Just as she was doing it, Dutt let go of the slow pace and in one motion, rammed the rest of his dick into her. The moment pushed her forward and all of Bhaskar's dick was in her mouth again. Until his pubes were in her nose, as he had said earlier.
And thus, the previously chaste and demure housewife crossed another level of debauchery. Being fucked at both ends, being spit roasted by two old men over twice her age.
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