11-01-2019, 02:24 PM
Shanti's Sexual Exploits Ch. 06
Finally, he lifted the swell slut called Shanti and made her raise the hands to fold them behind her head – and release the housecoat, it fell on the floor leaving Riaz to stare into her arm pits oozing sweat and grime already deposited, but of course well waxed and shaven. " Want to lick them – " Shanti was discreet and direct, which hit Riaz purely on his lustful arousal and he lost little time in releasing her hair and taking hold of her waist while the other hand held her right breast – his mouth descended on the left arm pit and he started the game.
Riaz could not believe the soft perfection of her skin.
She stirred slightly at his touch, softly murmured, "Oh, Riaz!" and stayed obligingly straight.
Her body was the most beautiful thing he had ever touched, warm and smooth and tender, and he reached over her and palmed her large breast and felt the brown black nipple respond immediately to the light pressure of his fingers.
His lips brushed over her shoulder, her back, and the fragrant round cushions of her buttocks.
She was divine, she smelled divine even with all the sweat and grime and slut written all over her countenance and body, pressing ahead, his face close to her bottom, Riaz gently pushed his fingers into the cleft of her buttocks, searching for the orifices he knew would bring him pleasure within a few moments and he found her anus, that tiny, puckered, hole with its brownish halo, and he held her ass cheeks apart so he could watch it twitch in innocent reaction as he blew his warm breath across it.
She had sprayed nice scent over it post her bath and across the anus and vagina – she would be still holding the fragrance, and just a fraction of an inch away he found the moist slit of her vagina between the furry, fat labia.
When he lifted her upper thigh, the moist, reddish lips of her cunt flowered open, and he could not refrain from running one of his thick, strong fingers directly through that opening and deeply into the warm, feminine channel beyond, feeling the tight, silky passage gripping him instinctively.
He shuttled his finger back and forth in her slippery cuntal grasp, and the juices flowed and began to soak the whole tender, hairy area. He found the red clitoris and worked it carefully, gently, while the sensitive bud of flesh puffed up and emerged from its hooded sheath, and he found her automatically lifting her leg to give him easier access to that sensitive area.
Tiny moans began issuing from her throat and she uttered his name once again. Riaz laughed to himself that his would be the cock that was fucking her sweet, young pussy and man, what a husband to have – whose wife he was going to romp home with now, his plans were clear, after this fuck Shanti will be the packed house box office product for all his contacts and that will begin with his immediate boss, Roger Fernandes.
He began to stroke his big penis, which throbbed with a rhythmic beat, a huge brown burger growing from his loins and before Radha's stupefied eyes the head flared like the hood of an angry cobra ready to strike, the hole which in the end was blooming and oozing clearer, viscous liquid.
He lifted her in his hands and carried her upstairs to the Bedroom. Turning around – he winked at Radha – who quickly got up from the couch and followed them.
He laid her on the sprawling bed across so that he could get easy access to the lust of his life – the pussy and the anus.
She looked into the mirror and saw the monster of pleasure standing tall and excited under her mouth, and she cried out, "No!" before he shoved her head down, filling her mouth full with the wonder of his hard pulsating flesh.
But, it was too new, too fast, and she lifted her head, eased the head of his cock from her mouth, and he understood and moved her back alongside him. He kissed her mouth, then her breasts, then moving down her body, her stomach, and spread her legs, kissed and bit her thighs until she thought she would be consumed by the flames of her own burning self.
He slowly but surely spread her cuntal lips with his fingers and probed the soft hair-lined pinkness of her vagina with his tongue. He moved the clitoris back, then forward and then shoved his tongue into her, causing her to buck upwards, grinding the wetness of her naked loins towards his face. He stopped, abruptly, and crawled up on top of her.
He quickly reached for the honey bottle in his shirt pocket which he carried with him for a special occasion, and that was to start now.
He applied a few drops of the honey on the tip of penis and rubbed it all over the head and the phallus and took it near her face and ran it over her upper lip and nose and asked her deep inhale the cock's circumcised fragrance.
Shanti was intoxicated and right after that – he started to add more of the honey on the prick and turned around to Radha, "Get the Champagne bottle in the bag down below, quick, double up" he commanded.
After she had sucked his cock and balls thoroughly and enjoyed the thrill of knowing the two parts of the instrument of pleasure for her pussy relatively well – she was now made to take the pleasure liquid – the champagne – which Riaz slowly but surely poured over the cock and offered it to the damsel.
The lovely creature – fair but wheatish with a figure of a divine apsara was beholden with lust on this downpour of sexual assault of a different style and she looked into his red hot eyes and smiled at him, held both the hands up and stretched them either way and fell on the bed once again, "You were to suck these 2 cavities, am waiting for you to do it sooner before I have another orgasm" she stunned him with her expression and statement.
Riaz had not found a woman speaking like this till date and this was pure lust and abandonment of fear and shame actually making her talk, which made his cock tighter and rigid up and down. He once again held her hair and beckoned Radha to crawl near to the edge and asked the woman to start pouring the champagne drop by drop into the left armpit and his mouth went to the crevice.
The act lasted 10 minutes and he cleared off the two armpits completely and was lost in the reverie of the exotic lust and erotic delight he experienced and also imparted to the slut.
He could clear see the impact it delivered by just this act and she was so willing. She left him to do the way he wanted with both the armpits. "You need to ensure you also shave – and not just wax, I want to feel some coarse ness. This is too smooth.
I need to have some friction" and started to jab his tongue back and slowly but surely rolled the tongue down and descended on to the boobs.
He laved the honey on both the mammary lavishly and sucked the nipples with all gusto and ravenous he was, but more than being vicariously a beast, he was a stylist when it came to satisfy a woman which Shanti had come to terms with while witnessing the reaming he was giving Radha earlier during the day.
As he sucked the boobs – he also did another erotically unique thing by lifting the bottle and pouring the liquid straight down her gullet, the scene was a masterpiece and had Radha kneel just below the gush to catch a few drops if they had to fall away from the targeted orifice.
The day was going to be long and Shanti had completely forgotten about her husband in all this – and just when the heat was on and things were peaking, the door bell rang. "It must be Sridhar, my husband. I need to tell him something, he will be very upset" Shanti looked confused and worried.
"Radha, there is nothing to hide, wear the housecoat, and go down, tell him clearly that I am inside and he can quietly have his lunch and go back to Work.
Help him with what all he needs." Riaz made his remark and that was too much of a punch for one day – which the poor husband was any way not going to digest.
But that was the communication. Shanti was in the bedroom and the husband had to know that and also go through the ignominy of taking lunch when she was satisfying the boss in his own bedroom.
Radha did what she was told to do; Anand had his Lunch and quietly left the place. When he came out, the neighbors were all staring at him but nobody had the guts to ask him anything, they all knew what was going on in his house, Shanti his wife was getting reamed by Riaz.
He took her hand in his and guided it to his throbbing prick. Shanti felt the hardness that her hand could never completely encompass, and
another thrill went through her, surging from her hand to her breasts to her contracting vaginal walls, wave after wave of it, rippling salaciously against her insides.
She tried to move onto him, wanted to guide the pulsating hardness into her vagina, but he wouldn't permit it.
He moved her head away from his, then toward his chest. She nibbled at his nipples, which were so very strange, so different from her own? prominent ones, so much so that they almost weren't there, then he moved her head down his stomach, and taking a handful of hair, lifted her head and gently levered her mouth to the head of his prick.
She was half wild with desire and lust now and clawed into his back, bit his lips, sucked his tongue then pleaded, "Please, Riaz, Now!"
"Now what?" he asked, breathing hotly into the hollow of her neck.
"Do it to me," she begged, grinding her hips in lewd invitation beneath him.
"Do what to you?" he teased, delighting in her agony.
"Take me, Riaz, please darling." She implored, clasping his buttocks in her hands and trying to pull him into her.
"That's not what you mean, Shanti. Say what you mean," he whispered moving gently and pressing his hardened penis into her stomach.
"Please! Please, Riaz!"
"Say it, baby, just say it and its yours," he repeated, still pressing his hardened cock into her stomach, the secreting seminal fluid rubbing wetly into her flesh. "Ask me to fuck you."
"Oh, yes, please, Riaz. Do it ... please!" she moaned under him, moving, wanting him inside her more than she could ever have believed that she would want anything.
"Then ask me. Ask me to fuck you," he teased again, bearing down and flexing his hardness into her stomach.
"Fuc ... do it ... ah ... fuck ... fuck me, please, darling," she moaned rising to meet his every movement.
"Keep saying it, baby," Riaz demanded, raising his hips slightly and moving down so that he was pressed tight between her open legs.
Shanti groaned as she felt the huge head of his prick touch her soft eager cunt lips and tried to spread her thighs wider to suck it in to her but he cruelly pulled back. "Say it, Shanti, beg me, baby."
"Fuck me! Please! Fuck ... ahh ...!" She felt the pulsating head sliding wetly into her cunt, barely, and again she tried to move up, to swallow it all the way in her but again he drew back, letting her have only what he wished her to have. She couldn't stand it. She had to have him in her, all the way, all at once!
"FUCK ME!" she screamed, clawing at his back. She was awarded with more of him, but not enough. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME!" she pleaded until all of him was there, wedged into her, all of her filled and the bigness of the head of his prick pushed deep up in her burning belly.
Finally, he lifted the swell slut called Shanti and made her raise the hands to fold them behind her head – and release the housecoat, it fell on the floor leaving Riaz to stare into her arm pits oozing sweat and grime already deposited, but of course well waxed and shaven. " Want to lick them – " Shanti was discreet and direct, which hit Riaz purely on his lustful arousal and he lost little time in releasing her hair and taking hold of her waist while the other hand held her right breast – his mouth descended on the left arm pit and he started the game.
Riaz could not believe the soft perfection of her skin.
She stirred slightly at his touch, softly murmured, "Oh, Riaz!" and stayed obligingly straight.
Her body was the most beautiful thing he had ever touched, warm and smooth and tender, and he reached over her and palmed her large breast and felt the brown black nipple respond immediately to the light pressure of his fingers.
His lips brushed over her shoulder, her back, and the fragrant round cushions of her buttocks.
She was divine, she smelled divine even with all the sweat and grime and slut written all over her countenance and body, pressing ahead, his face close to her bottom, Riaz gently pushed his fingers into the cleft of her buttocks, searching for the orifices he knew would bring him pleasure within a few moments and he found her anus, that tiny, puckered, hole with its brownish halo, and he held her ass cheeks apart so he could watch it twitch in innocent reaction as he blew his warm breath across it.
She had sprayed nice scent over it post her bath and across the anus and vagina – she would be still holding the fragrance, and just a fraction of an inch away he found the moist slit of her vagina between the furry, fat labia.
When he lifted her upper thigh, the moist, reddish lips of her cunt flowered open, and he could not refrain from running one of his thick, strong fingers directly through that opening and deeply into the warm, feminine channel beyond, feeling the tight, silky passage gripping him instinctively.
He shuttled his finger back and forth in her slippery cuntal grasp, and the juices flowed and began to soak the whole tender, hairy area. He found the red clitoris and worked it carefully, gently, while the sensitive bud of flesh puffed up and emerged from its hooded sheath, and he found her automatically lifting her leg to give him easier access to that sensitive area.
Tiny moans began issuing from her throat and she uttered his name once again. Riaz laughed to himself that his would be the cock that was fucking her sweet, young pussy and man, what a husband to have – whose wife he was going to romp home with now, his plans were clear, after this fuck Shanti will be the packed house box office product for all his contacts and that will begin with his immediate boss, Roger Fernandes.
He began to stroke his big penis, which throbbed with a rhythmic beat, a huge brown burger growing from his loins and before Radha's stupefied eyes the head flared like the hood of an angry cobra ready to strike, the hole which in the end was blooming and oozing clearer, viscous liquid.
He lifted her in his hands and carried her upstairs to the Bedroom. Turning around – he winked at Radha – who quickly got up from the couch and followed them.
He laid her on the sprawling bed across so that he could get easy access to the lust of his life – the pussy and the anus.
She looked into the mirror and saw the monster of pleasure standing tall and excited under her mouth, and she cried out, "No!" before he shoved her head down, filling her mouth full with the wonder of his hard pulsating flesh.
But, it was too new, too fast, and she lifted her head, eased the head of his cock from her mouth, and he understood and moved her back alongside him. He kissed her mouth, then her breasts, then moving down her body, her stomach, and spread her legs, kissed and bit her thighs until she thought she would be consumed by the flames of her own burning self.
He slowly but surely spread her cuntal lips with his fingers and probed the soft hair-lined pinkness of her vagina with his tongue. He moved the clitoris back, then forward and then shoved his tongue into her, causing her to buck upwards, grinding the wetness of her naked loins towards his face. He stopped, abruptly, and crawled up on top of her.
He quickly reached for the honey bottle in his shirt pocket which he carried with him for a special occasion, and that was to start now.
He applied a few drops of the honey on the tip of penis and rubbed it all over the head and the phallus and took it near her face and ran it over her upper lip and nose and asked her deep inhale the cock's circumcised fragrance.
Shanti was intoxicated and right after that – he started to add more of the honey on the prick and turned around to Radha, "Get the Champagne bottle in the bag down below, quick, double up" he commanded.
After she had sucked his cock and balls thoroughly and enjoyed the thrill of knowing the two parts of the instrument of pleasure for her pussy relatively well – she was now made to take the pleasure liquid – the champagne – which Riaz slowly but surely poured over the cock and offered it to the damsel.
The lovely creature – fair but wheatish with a figure of a divine apsara was beholden with lust on this downpour of sexual assault of a different style and she looked into his red hot eyes and smiled at him, held both the hands up and stretched them either way and fell on the bed once again, "You were to suck these 2 cavities, am waiting for you to do it sooner before I have another orgasm" she stunned him with her expression and statement.
Riaz had not found a woman speaking like this till date and this was pure lust and abandonment of fear and shame actually making her talk, which made his cock tighter and rigid up and down. He once again held her hair and beckoned Radha to crawl near to the edge and asked the woman to start pouring the champagne drop by drop into the left armpit and his mouth went to the crevice.
The act lasted 10 minutes and he cleared off the two armpits completely and was lost in the reverie of the exotic lust and erotic delight he experienced and also imparted to the slut.
He could clear see the impact it delivered by just this act and she was so willing. She left him to do the way he wanted with both the armpits. "You need to ensure you also shave – and not just wax, I want to feel some coarse ness. This is too smooth.
I need to have some friction" and started to jab his tongue back and slowly but surely rolled the tongue down and descended on to the boobs.
He laved the honey on both the mammary lavishly and sucked the nipples with all gusto and ravenous he was, but more than being vicariously a beast, he was a stylist when it came to satisfy a woman which Shanti had come to terms with while witnessing the reaming he was giving Radha earlier during the day.
As he sucked the boobs – he also did another erotically unique thing by lifting the bottle and pouring the liquid straight down her gullet, the scene was a masterpiece and had Radha kneel just below the gush to catch a few drops if they had to fall away from the targeted orifice.
The day was going to be long and Shanti had completely forgotten about her husband in all this – and just when the heat was on and things were peaking, the door bell rang. "It must be Sridhar, my husband. I need to tell him something, he will be very upset" Shanti looked confused and worried.
"Radha, there is nothing to hide, wear the housecoat, and go down, tell him clearly that I am inside and he can quietly have his lunch and go back to Work.
Help him with what all he needs." Riaz made his remark and that was too much of a punch for one day – which the poor husband was any way not going to digest.
But that was the communication. Shanti was in the bedroom and the husband had to know that and also go through the ignominy of taking lunch when she was satisfying the boss in his own bedroom.
Radha did what she was told to do; Anand had his Lunch and quietly left the place. When he came out, the neighbors were all staring at him but nobody had the guts to ask him anything, they all knew what was going on in his house, Shanti his wife was getting reamed by Riaz.
He took her hand in his and guided it to his throbbing prick. Shanti felt the hardness that her hand could never completely encompass, and
another thrill went through her, surging from her hand to her breasts to her contracting vaginal walls, wave after wave of it, rippling salaciously against her insides.
She tried to move onto him, wanted to guide the pulsating hardness into her vagina, but he wouldn't permit it.
He moved her head away from his, then toward his chest. She nibbled at his nipples, which were so very strange, so different from her own? prominent ones, so much so that they almost weren't there, then he moved her head down his stomach, and taking a handful of hair, lifted her head and gently levered her mouth to the head of his prick.
She was half wild with desire and lust now and clawed into his back, bit his lips, sucked his tongue then pleaded, "Please, Riaz, Now!"
"Now what?" he asked, breathing hotly into the hollow of her neck.
"Do it to me," she begged, grinding her hips in lewd invitation beneath him.
"Do what to you?" he teased, delighting in her agony.
"Take me, Riaz, please darling." She implored, clasping his buttocks in her hands and trying to pull him into her.
"That's not what you mean, Shanti. Say what you mean," he whispered moving gently and pressing his hardened penis into her stomach.
"Please! Please, Riaz!"
"Say it, baby, just say it and its yours," he repeated, still pressing his hardened cock into her stomach, the secreting seminal fluid rubbing wetly into her flesh. "Ask me to fuck you."
"Oh, yes, please, Riaz. Do it ... please!" she moaned under him, moving, wanting him inside her more than she could ever have believed that she would want anything.
"Then ask me. Ask me to fuck you," he teased again, bearing down and flexing his hardness into her stomach.
"Fuc ... do it ... ah ... fuck ... fuck me, please, darling," she moaned rising to meet his every movement.
"Keep saying it, baby," Riaz demanded, raising his hips slightly and moving down so that he was pressed tight between her open legs.
Shanti groaned as she felt the huge head of his prick touch her soft eager cunt lips and tried to spread her thighs wider to suck it in to her but he cruelly pulled back. "Say it, Shanti, beg me, baby."
"Fuck me! Please! Fuck ... ahh ...!" She felt the pulsating head sliding wetly into her cunt, barely, and again she tried to move up, to swallow it all the way in her but again he drew back, letting her have only what he wished her to have. She couldn't stand it. She had to have him in her, all the way, all at once!
"FUCK ME!" she screamed, clawing at his back. She was awarded with more of him, but not enough. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME!" she pleaded until all of him was there, wedged into her, all of her filled and the bigness of the head of his prick pushed deep up in her burning belly.
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