[Karmayogee]

offo.. after few continuous updates, stopped...

[shrujay123]

Update bro

[abcturbine]

We are waiting....

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 16.1                   
 

                                                                              THE LIGHTBRINGER

Suddenly Trisha becomes flirty.

She comes closer, Her hands clutching the sides of my t-shirt and her voice husky," My husband will come here anytime soon. Let's..get comfy."

I know what her intentions are. She wants a quick bang with a complete stranger. She wants to soak my long-built lust for her to feel alive in her mundane life and get over it.

She wants a sneaky fuck before her husband comes and gets rid of me.I will remain as some minutes of enflamed memory for her.

Understandable from her perspective. She is married and just wants some forbidden sparks in her life before continuing her planned life in our gated community.

But I am in for the long haul. I refuse to become just a memory of steamy quick sex.

She is rubbing her body onto mine like a kitten; her hands have traveled under my t-shirt, and in a hurry, she helps me to get rid of my t-shirt.

She says in a pouty voice, "Promise me you will give me the key when my husband returns." She is hovering over me.


My hand crawls up to one of her tits, greedily taking in every inch of her exposed mammary glands. I can barely contain the anticipation bubbling in my veins.

"Of course if you light a candle for me." I smirk.

She ignores me and plants kisses on my wrist with hushed moans.

"Light a candle, "I say gruffly. My voice is low and ominous in the dark room.

She shivers under my gaze and a slight blush blooms on her cheeks. I can tell she's both scared and aroused.

'Why?' she whispers, our bodies still adjoined.

'Because I want to see you,' I reply. 'I want to see every part of you."

The sultry beauty looked me in the eye, her face filled with distrust. 'Who are you?'

I grin, revealing my teeth, "That's a story I can tell you another time. For now, tell me do you have candles?"

Trisha shifts uncomfortably, retrieving her hands from my body and pulling her arms around herself," Yes small Diwali candles. But..."

I interrupt her holding the side of her mouth with my fingers, forming a nice pout with pressure. 

I rub my thumb on her trembling lower lip and command her, "Find it for me then,Beautiful. I want to see your face when I make you explode."

She shivers.

In a shaky voice, she obliges," ok.", giving me distrustful side eyes. Her gaze lingers and penetrates, gauging my intentions in the dark before she finally takes her stroll.


Her graceful figure glided, free from any flaws of clothing and fabric, through the drawing room, her soft curves illuminated by the soft light of the moonlight beaming in from the window. 

She walked slowly, her feet barely making contact with the floor, as if she was dancing, wearing nothing except her own skin. Her naked figure was the picture of freedom, and her limber strides spoke to a heart unencumbered by the world in the ethereal moonlight.

Occasionally she stops in front of the windows to view the moon or to let go of all her worries. I don't know.




Trisha moved gracefully, her body undulating with each step as if mesmerized by an invisible force. Her curves curved and swirled, her breasts heaving as if aroused by her own presence. Her flawless form was an absolute vision of eroticism, and the figure watching felt me grow aroused as I took in her every detail moonlight revealed.

Despite the stillness of the night, I felt alive and energized. The moonlight shone softly against her curves and traced down her pale skin, accentuating her sensual movements.

Like a ghost, I shadow her from a distance.

Trisha stops in front of a wall of furniture. She opens a cupboard.

She probably does not know how inviting she is, and that just makes her all the more irresistible to me.

I can't help teasing her, snickering with delight, "I've got a nice view."

She freezes, her body tightens, but she doesn't move. I can hear her gentle breathing, the only sound in the room.

She throws judging at me," Is this how you followed me ?" and goes back to searching.


I don't answer but drink her naked glory. She does not find any candle there and moves to another cupboard.
She bends, slanting her upper torso.

The way she's positioned gives me a full view of her, her back curving slightly, her naked form a work of art that my eyes can't help but linger over. I admire how her thick thighs spread out beneath her and her perky, plump ass cheeks peeking out from between them.


"I love the way you look when you're like this," I say, my voice low and husky. "You know I love watching you."


She looks back at me over her shoulders and feigns a scolding," You are lecherous."

"One of the perks of being me." I laugh heartily.


I can't help but ogle her perfectly shaped body as she bends down. She holds perfectly still, her skin glowing against the dark backdrop of the room. She looks so vulnerable, so beautiful, and I am overwhelmed by the need to take her in my arms and ravish her.

Trisha does not find the candle there as well. She tries a different shelf. A bottom shelf.

I can barely contain myself. In all her naked glory, my muse squats down in the moonlit dark room, attempting to find a candle. Her curves call out to me, just begging to be caressed in my greedy hands.

Her bubbly ass is bouncing and swaying as she moves. From behind, I  hungrily watch, heat rising in my loins as I take in her naked body.

"What are you doing? Squatting around, trying to find something?", I drawl, my voice thick and lewd. I can't help it. "Looks to me like you're trying to turn me on, and it's working," I tease her mercilessly, painting vivid images in her mind that leave her flushed and desperate for my touch.

Trisha giggles nervously, "You know what I am doing." She sounds shy,"I am searching your candle silly."

She looks incredible, her back arching as she squats. A perverse pleasure coursed through me at the sight. My gaze travels slowly over her curves, lingering on the swell of her hips and the sway of her breasts. I can hardly believe she's been with me like this and so deliciously delicate.

She leans forward.

The married woman flushes in embarrassment and squirms, fully aware that I am watching. 

I drink her in, noting the tight curves of her ass, the glistening wetness of her aroused pussy, and the sweet pink blush on her skin. Desire coils tight in my belly.
 I can't help but admire her aroused pussy, glistening and inviting between her trembling thighs.

"Look at you, "I growl, a suggestive grin tugging at my lips. 

"Your round ass so high in the air, your hair just brushing against your back. You are such a naughty little thing, looking for trouble down there, aren't you?" My words become vulgar, and My voice is a low moan of desire.

I rub my hard dick over my jeans and take out my phone. I need to see her more clearly.

Pointing my phone at her, I turn on the flashlight.

I am mesmerized. 

Her breasts rise and fall with every excited breath, and her nipples, already hardened, seem to pulse with anticipation.

Her folds of creamy flesh beckoned; her arousal felt and seen as her voluptuous pussy opened in invitation. Her labia hung damp and swollen, droplets of wetness dripping from her clitoris, which twitched and throbbed in anticipation.

Her tight anal star lay atop the small triangle of hair just above her slit, with her sphincter puckering and relaxing rhythmically. The skin around it is a darker hue than that of her body, inviting and welcoming.

"No..Turn off your phone. No phone." her panic-stricken voice took me back to my senses.

"Are you recording me?" She sounds distraught, betrayed, her face marred with surprise and fear.

"No,no.." I bemoan and immediately turn off my flashlight.

shitttt!!!

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[Chitrarassu]

Superb. He has to record this and show her how thrill it has been to be like this.

[abcturbine]

Wonderful continuation...
Superb.....

[shrujay123]

Wonder full righting skills give us a long update

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 16.2


                                                                                           THE LIGHTBRINGER


The married woman in front of me instantly straightens her back; she is still squatting, her eyes widening, "What do you think you're doing?' she demands, her voice quivering slightly as she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Do you realize I'm not single? And yet you started taking my Photo?"


"I was not taking anything. I just wanted to see more of you under the flashlight." I found my voice calm.

"You are lying. You are......" Trisha throws dozens of obscenities towards me.

I chuckle and step closer, "Is that any way to speak to a man who wishes to make your dreams come true?"

Trisha eyed me suspiciously, "Really? And how do I know I can trust you? How do I know you won't just take what you want and betray me?"

I laugh softly and shake my head, "I can give you assurances, but I have nothing else to back it up. I believe in enjoying life's simple pleasures. And right now, your pleasure is my pleasure."

Trisha pauses, struggling with her decision. Clearly, She wants it, but she is scared. She wants to feel alive, but she is too scared to take that risk.
 "I can't do this,' she finally said, her voice trembling.

So she was finding an excuse to back away from this secret meet-up. She grabbed the first opportunity she got-the flashlight.

"Then don't choose to," I say in a gentle voice, sauntering up behind her and trying not to irk her," Choose to make your own decision and do something that makes you happy. Or leave it up to me."

Trisha stays silent.

I kneel behind her, my outstretched arms finding her curves companionably. She shivers but doesn't stop me.

My hands slide up her sides, and their warmth raises goosebumps along her skin. I lean in, and my lips find the nape of her neck, my kisses soft and teasing as I move gradually down to her shoulder. She moans softly, and I pull her curves closer, feeling my warmth fully as she begins to relax against me.

My hand caressing her right side continues to move around and latches onto her breast, circling my finger around the nipple teasingly as my other hand comes up to do the same on the left. She gasps at the shock of pleasure, and I murmur in her ear and tell her half-truth, "I'm here to make you feel pleasure, Beautiful. Everything else is up to you."

I have bigger ambitions regarding her.

She murmurs back, "I still don't trust you."

I swirl my thumbs teasingly around her nipples, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her lips. My warm breath tickles her neck as my lips brush it softly, tracing kisses up to her ear lobe as I whisper, "I love it when you let yourself go," gently tugging her earlobe between my teeth.


My fingers play with her breasts, caressing those; my hands move in circles, alternately light, then firm, then light again. My fingers dance over the delicate,  exposed flesh, teasing and tantalizing her, making her squirm and moan softly. She can't help but become aroused by my gentle and knowing touch.

"Trust your pleasure." I mutter

My lips caress the curve of her neck, slowly leaving a trail of wet kisses that make her shudder in delight, and a watercolor-like trail down her shoulders leaves her quivering in anticipation.

I nibble on her shoulder before trailing my lips to her collarbone and tracing soft circles. My hands wander over her breasts, cupping and teasing her with gentle, seductive touches.

Trisha's agape mouth is sucking air.

Feeling bold, I whisper flirtatious words in her ear,"' Shall I continue?" I tease, my lips nuzzling her ear, "Or are you too hot to handle?"

I don't wait for her answer; my one hand drifts seductively down her abdomen and, scrapping her inner thigh, disappears between her legs, rubbing its way around her wet pussy. I press a thumb against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her. I still feel the heat radiating off her body, and I can smell a sweet aroma coming from her juicy pussy.

"You definitely are too hot to handle." I tease her for her wetness.

She lets out a shy laugh along with a delightful moan.


My other hand keeps her somersaulting nipples busy, my fingers delicately pinching her hardened peaks. 
As Trisha's moan increase in intensity while teasing her  slippery slit, I whisper, "'I can't wait to do this with you all night,' and 'Let's see what else you have to offer."
She hastily groans, "Not all night..my husband...ahhhhh...will come."

There it is. Her plan is to have sex and be done with me.I don't pursue that line of conversation.



"Your pussy smells divine." I chuckle flirtatiously, pressing my thumb against her clit, eliciting another gasp from her. I still feel the heat radiating off her body, and I can smell a sweet aroma coming from her juicy pussy.

"Oh, you are sleazy..ahhhh." She moans and slaps my thigh in response to my vulgar teasing.

I let my nostrils flare and loudly take in the stimulating aroma of her pussy juice from the air while rubbing her clit in circular motions. She shivers in pleasure as my wild touch sends streams of pleasure throughout her body and giggles," Shut yoour filthy mouthh...ufff..."

"Let's find the candle, beautiful. Let's find it together." I goad her.


She answers, slipping into a trance-like state, "Yessss."

She obliges. She leans forward and searches for the candle, but I never leave her body. I am keeping her body galvanized against mine, and my fingers work inside her wet folds around her hardened pebbles, crowning her swelled tits.

Her hips rocked on my pelvis until She found the candle.

"Found it." She is huffing.

I leave her body and quickly get out of my pants.

"Let's light it up," I say huskily, kneeling beside her.

She gasps, staring at my hardened manhood.

I watch her, transfixed, as Trisha lights up the candle, its dim light illuminating her beautiful body. I can see the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the silhouette of her delicate collarbones. My eyes travel down her body, over the gentle arch of her belly and the shadows of her thighs.


"You are so beautiful," I murmur in awe, my voice barely a whisper.

She turns to me, her eyes glinting in the candlelight. 'Do you really think so?' she asks, her voice flirtatious; she has certainly sensed the amazement in my voice.
The contrast between her soft, supple skin and the mocha color of her nipples is breathtaking. Her breasts rise and fall with every excited breath, and her nipples, already hardened, seem to pulse with anticipation.

Her two breasts stood out in a haunting silhouette against the dancing candlelight. They were firm and round, with dusky nipples that seemed to darken in the candle's glow. Her breasts, Full and voluptuous, they curved to a pointed peak, seeming to defy all perception of gravity, rising vulnerably towards the ceiling. Her areolas were the color of cocoa dust, darkly flecked against the softness of her fair skin.

Her light, creamy-skinned tits glowed in the candlelight, like honey in a jar as it's stirred. Her breasts seemed to be calling out for someone's touch –my touch, rising pertly from her chest; they were smooth and supple. The nipples seemed to swell with desire, begging for someone's attention-my attention. The curves of her breasts were like two pieces of fine silk melting into her chest.

The thin layer of tiny freckles scattered along the upper swell of her breasts softened and blurred in the candle's gentle glow, adding to the already erotic sight. With each breath, her breasts seemed to move ever so slightly, like an ocean wave lapping at the shore. The curious mixture of pleasure and anticipation in her eyes revealed an eagerness for pleasure.

Her breasts have a graceful upturn at the top, reminiscent of the curvature of a musical note on a sheet of paper. The warmth of the flickering golden flame seemed to light up her skin and give her breasts a glimmering radiance that was something between a bronze sheen and a pink blush. Her nipples were puckered into tight little knots of arousal, teasingly beckoning to the touch. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath that she took, each inhalation seeming to refill her figure with a newfound energy that left her eyes glowing lustfully.

My focus, however, shifted to her most intimate areas. Between her thigh gap from her neatly trimmed bush, there's the promise of passion. Her dark mound glistens with arousal, her aroused lips slightly parted as though inviting a touch or an invitation for more. It was from her pussy that the most irresistible fragrance drifted to my nose, a sweet and musky aroma that promised untold delights. 

The dancing flicker of flame casts a dim, romantic glow over the married woman's body, her wheatish skin warm and inviting to my eager eyes. Her curves remain hidden in the shadows, but I can see her perfect pose as she stands before the candle, her arms twirling gracefully in the air, her back arched with an alluring sensuality.

"My, what a beautiful sight it is here in the flickering light…" is the first clear words thing I can't help but say.

Trisha turns her head, her lips curling in a sweeter smile, her eyes twinkling with a spark of recognition. "Why thank you, kind sir," she replies with a playfully flirtatious tone.

"It's my pleasure." I step closer and take in the warmth of her figure, my gaze traveling the length of her body, savoring every contour of her tantalizing physique. I can feel my desire growing with each step I take, and I take a deep breath to steady myself.


"The light makes your body look like it's glowing," I continue, my gaze glued to her sensuous figure.

She laughs lightly, eyes twinkling in the candle's flame," And what about your body? Do you think I think it looks good?"

I chuckle, heat rising to my cheeks, and self-awareness creeps me," I am just an admirer of yours."

She takes a step closer to me, leaving the candle on a slab, and I can feel the warmth radiating from her curves. She reaches out one hand and trails her fingertips over my chest softly, letting out a lovely little sigh as she does.

" As a consolation, the candlelight does make you more mysterious, my mysterious Stalker," she whispers, her eyes dusky with desire. Her eyes drop to check out my jutted manhood for a few seconds, then those bore into mine with a sheen of craving.

My heart flutters despite myself, and I can feel my desire for her coiling up inside me like a spring. 
I take a step forward until our bodies are almost touching.

 I brush a lock of hair from her face and whisper, "It's not just the light. You have that effect on me that no amount of candlelight could ever manage to do."
We embrace each other in passion and turn it into a kiss.

"What's that? Do you hear it?" Trisha suddenly recoils; a ghastly look clouds her face, and she turns her head to look behind, staying close to my body.

"You are so jumpy. I did not hear anything." I try to calm her.


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[shruti.sharma4]

You have got too good writing skills.
It is definitely not your first story ? from the writing.
I am really loving it . You remind of the Aurelius1982.
Keep writing. After a long time something interesting and soo good

[shake chilli]

Thanks for wonderful upy

[a2011]

Awesome update...did she see the stalker?

[Sanjjay Rangasamy]

Awesome. looks like the husband entered the house from back door key that stalkar used.
Your story is interesting only without photos with readers own imagination.

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 17    

                                                                            The Stalker


Trisha rushes to the window to check. I urged her to stay, but she did not listen.

I come after her. She is leaning against the wall, peeking through the curtain staying hidden.

My hands clasp around her naked body, and my breath tickles the back of her neck. I press my body against hers, both of us shaking from the thrill of the stolen moment.

"It's just the wind," I whisper.

The woman in my arms shakes her head. 

"No, I heard something. I think it's him," she shares her suspicions in a hushed tone, her voice laced with fear.

"Who? I am your Stalker." I chuckle, kissing her spine.

Trisha groans, "Not you, My husband. Arun ."

I can feel her trying to pull away, but my body presses her firmly against the wall. I stroke her hair, trying to soothe her, my voice low and calming.

"Nobody knows we're here," I say softly, my lips brushing against her ear. "We're safe."

She stops struggling, her body softening against mine as my words register in her mind. She takes a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing.

I take this opportunity to trace my hands down her body, kneading her curves and haunches as I go. I can feel her quickening breaths, her body responding to my touch.

"See,' I murmur, my voice a low growl, "No need to be scared."

She lets out a quiet moan as I turn her around, my hands exploring every inch of her body. I press her against the wall, desire rising in my chest as I gaze into her deep, lovely eyes.

Her eyes fluttered shut as my hands grazed her skin, her lips parted in pleasure. I lean in to kiss her, our tongues wrestling as the passion between us intensifies.

The sound of a rustling branch outside the window distracts us momentarily.

"You should go," she hurries me and turn around to investigate the sound again.

I am very certain it is just mother nature doing her things outside.

"Just a bit longer," I plead, my lips gliding along her shoulder," Let's not waste this moment worrying about the outside world. We can make all our worries fade away for now. It is just the wind, Beautiful."

Trisha's expression turns sour. "That's not true. Arun is here," she insists. "I just don't want him to find out about us. He can't know about this. Go, please.''

Now she is getting on my nerves. I have been patient with her.

*Yeah, right!!! No sound of your creeky maingate.No shouting of your name.No, knocking on your main door. Your husband magically just decides to enter your house like a thief and spy on you. Gimme a break !!! You just want to get rid of me* I think in my mind but don't say my thoughts out loud.

The married woman stands before the window, her husband nowhere in sight. I casually wrap my hand around her waist and pull her back against my firm body, a cocky smirk on my face.

I position myself and aim for the right spot.

Just before I make my move, I whisper into her ear, "You know what I'm going to do?"

I attack her soundlessly before she can turn around or give any response.

My hips thrust forward, and the tip of my cock brushes against her wet pussy. With barely even a pause, I begin to move the tip in slow, teasing circles around her slit, coating my cockhead with the juices from her vulva.

She gasps, and he feels her body tense with pleasure. She does not stop me. She stops breathing, one hand reaching up to press against the window, waiting for what I will do next.

Slowly, I slide the head of my cock between her legs, pressing against her slick, wet entrance. She gasps, her head dropping back onto my shoulder.

"Ahhhh...."She let out a shrill cry of carnal joy.

She shivers in response, and I take this as my cue, pushing the tip of my cock teasingly against her wet pussy. I can feel her quivering beneath me, and I lean in, my lips close to her ear.

I circle my hips and press the thick head of my cock into her wet pussy. She's tight, like a velvet glove around me.

Just as I thought, no Husband. She made it up; otherwise, she wouldn't be letting me do this in front of the window.

 I murmur in her ear, "How does that feel? This is just the tip. Can you imagine how amazing it could be if I pushed in further?"

"Ohhh," she moans, her body shaking against mine.

"Let's play a little," I suggest, and I retrieve my cockhead only to thrust it again inside her dripping slit. Just my bulbous cockhead, nothing more.

My hands move up, and I gently massage her nipples. I know it's getting her hot. I move my hips slowly and let the tip of my cockhead tease the entrance of her pussy for a few seconds before retreating.

She shivers, her breath coming ragged.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to put it all the way in." I whisper in her ear.

I continue this tantalizing game of tease and pleasure, with my cock grinding against her clitoris, then hovering at the entrance of her pussy before pushing in again. With each push and pull of the head of my cock, I can feel her body shaking more and more.


"Oh my God" she says shakily, her voice full of pleasure.

"Ahhh,' I groan, rocking my hips against hers. She moans, pushing her hips back to meet me. I don't give her what she wants. I tease her, rocking back and forth, pushing my cockhead inside her quivering drenched slit slowly and then pulling out.

I can feel her arousal building up, and I can sense her desperation to be filled with me. For now, though, I continue my teasing, pushing in a tiny bit deeper each time and holding in the same spot until she can't resist the pleasure anymore.

"Ohhh, This is too much teasing..mmmphh" she moans, her body shaking against mine.

"Just a little more," I whisper teasingly, pushing deeper in before pulling back again.

I know I'm driving her crazy, and I can feel her ready to burst. But I want to keep her on the edge.

"Now tell me, Beautiful. Was there ever any suspecting husband lurking in the bush, or you just made it up?" I enquire, pinching her nipples.

She holds onto the window, her knuckles white with the effort of restraining herself from confessing while she desperately wiggles her ass to get the full length of my cock. Her lips pressed together; her face crunched in arousal.

"Do you like the way I'm teasing you? Do you want more?" I rub my dick on her pulsating clit. 

She responds only with a moan of pleasure, and I smirk while allowing my cockhead in her weeping core again. I keep the tip of my cock inside her, but I don't go any deeper. I move in small circles, the sensation so tantalizing that she gasps with pleasure.

I start to whisper to her as she writhes beneath me, my lips glued to her ear, "If you want more, then answer me truthfully, beautiful. Did you make that excuse of husband?" I pull out.

Next second I lightly slip the tip of my cock inside her wet pussy, teasing her with my engorged head. She gasps slightly, biting her lip to stifle her moan. I laugh as I nuzzle into her neck, feeling the pounding of her heart against my chest. Then I withdraw my cockhead again.

She bleats,"Yes, yes, I made it up...I am  sorrryy..alright."

I start to move my hips ever so slightly, penetrating her gasping womanhood with just my cockhead. 

I whisper, "Does that feel good?". She shakes her head affirmatively; her eyes closed in pleasure, head drooped on my shoulder.

"Why you made it up?"I ask and withdraw.

She bites her lip and doesn't answer.

I use my cockhead as a truthseeker ,pushing against her contracting walls, my hardness taking her closer to the edge. My voice low and husky, I say, "We can play this game as long as we want beautiful, but why suffer?"

She lets out a deep sigh in response, her body starting to quiver with pleasure. I pull out and slide back in, teasing her in a slow and steady fashion.

I can feel her entire body trembling as I penetrate her. I lean in close to her ear and murmur, "It feels so good just teasing you like this. Do you want more?"

"Yes, pleaseeeee"She wheezes.

"Then answer."I  keep my cockhead in her clenching slit and ever so gently roll it inside,"Mmmm look at how this naughty pussy is biting me."

"Cause you were not going to leave tonight...oh god, please let me have it", She sobs in desperation.

I grab her hips in my hands, pinning her against me. I maintain my steady rhythm, pushing just the tip of my cock inside her with each stroke and denying her greedy hole my presence in the next moment. She can barely keep herself standing, her body trembling as her orgasmic energy builds.

I am surprised by her findings, though, and curious.

"Ok. I admit. I never planned to leave, but what gave it away? How did you know?" I ask, keeping her desperate.

She doesn't hesitate to answer this time, pushing herself closer against me in response, "Ahhh, your clothes...scattered all over ....ufff...as if you did not care about my husband finding out...ooofffff...yet you refuse to even give me your name."

I chuckle in admiration, "Clever woman. How can someone so cautious behave so clumsily? Gotcha !! I underestimated you, Beautiful."

I withdraw my cock but keep it hard and ready to pounce on her pussy anytime.

"Please..." She squirms against my body.

I tease her with only my cock head; her body hums with desire for more. My smile is wicked as I watch her body quiver in want and anticipation.

"Do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to fuck you with just my cockhead?" I ask as I slide my shaft in and out in agonizingly slow motions.

The married woman is unable to contain her pleasure any longer and gives in to me,her Stalker, begging me to continue.

"Yes, oh god, please just do it already," she begs.

"Marriage has become that boring, huh, that a dickhead is sufficient for this....itchy hole?" I taunt her mercilessly, being a dickhead.

Hearing that, her face glowed in deep shame, but She could only nod in pleasure as I continued my slow thrusts. 

My rocking motions and gentle movements soon turn into more passionate ones as my cockhead glides in and out of her wet folds. The intimate pleasure radiates throughout, and she looks me in the eyes with a look of pure desire.

I smile slyly and press the hard tip of my cock harder against her aroused pussy.

"Do you want more?" I ask with a smirk; my hand squashes one of her undulating breasts.

"Yessssss...." She purrs.

I knew the answer as soon as she sank further back into my embrace around her heaving tits, inviting me to keep going.

I take her pleasure to the next level as my thrusts become faster and more profound. But only the DICKHEAD. Not an inch more. My cockhead slides in and out of her wetness, sending pleasurable waves from her clit to her core.

I start to whisper to her as she writhes beneath me, my lips glued to her ear.

"Do you like feeling my cock against your wetness? I can sense how much you want more, but I'm not going to give it to you yet. I'm going to make you beg for me again."

My movements become quicker and more frantic, and I can feel her body shaking with pleasure. I bite down on her earlobe, and she cries out, her hands gripping the windowsill tightly.

"Please...let me have it,' she says in a ragged whisper."Let me have you inside me...'

I chuckle, my lips ghosting over her neck, "Oh no, not yet. I'm going to keep teasing you until you can't take it anymore."

I continue to move the tip of my cock in and out of her, and I can feel her arousal rising even higher. The pleasure is almost unbearable for both of us, and I can sense her body reaching its breaking point.

"Please,' Trisha begs, sobbing, "I need it. I need you."

I still don't budge.

I murmur in her ear, "How does that feel? Oh listen to that lewd sound your pussy is making. "

I continue to tease her with just the tip of my cock, taking pleasure in the way she responds, the quiver that passes through her body, the ever-intensifying pleasure.

"What do you want me to do with you?" I coo, my voice is heavy with desire and promise.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me...fuck me, please," Trisha's voice trembles as she does her best to keep quiet. Her face is flushed as I suddenly stop, her pleasure fading away as quickly as it came.

"Oh, this is what you want, isn't it?" I bare my teeth as bare as she is now, gently pushing my hips forward, pushing the tip of his cock inside her. With each thrust, I make her churn out more liquid desire, enjoying the tightness of her pussy, pushing her to the brink of her pleasure.

Trisha is moaning, begging, writhing against my body, begging me to make her come with each passing thrust.

I withdraw and pause.

"You know what is expected of you," I tease her, "Your husband is just the same boring guy who sleeps beside you every day. You can taste this pleasure fully if you submit to me."
Her pussy squeezes me hard .

"You like the sound of that, don't you?" I whisper in her ear, my tongue sliding along her neck, my fingers twisting and pulling her aroused nipples, making her welp, 'You want more, don't you?" I jeer.

With a sudden slam, I put my cockhead back into her mushy ravine resting inside her walls. Trisha gasps, her body trembling from the sudden pleasure.
"All you have to do as I ask of you, and you can have as much as of my hard magic wand as you want." I chuckle.
The words are laced with a dark promise that only I can fulfill. She trembles in anticipation as I increase the pace of my dickhead's thrusts, not releasing her from her half-lidded trance until her orgasm is within reach. My hands grasp her hips as she surrenders to my touch, crying out showering my cockhead with her arousal.

Not once did I force her with my entire length, only teasing her with the head of my cock. I take her to the edge of bliss time and time again but pull back before allowing her to reach total satisfaction.

Trisha breaks, howling, "Oh gawwwddd   yes yess I will do whatever you want...please fuck me properly."

I stop and grin, "Let's talk then, Beautiful. Let's hear out my plan of how to keep your husband out of this house all night long and what necessary responsibilities you need to carry out to help me achieve that feat."

I slap her juicy ass in delight. Her moan echoes the empty house. Before she could recover I reward her with another smack and then another.


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[Kartikjessie]

exceptional update. Not seen his face or dick or known his name. Still fallen for him.

[Ahimsai Arasan]

Wonderful....

[gunwinny]

This is going to be the real first night for Trisha.

[Naveena komaali]

Lovely updates

[xboard1986]

Amazing narration

[Rangabaashyam]

Very erotic story

[jroy1984]

Very erotic.. hope next update will come tonight!