Adultery Mily trapped to prostitution

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Very nice update.

Please keep updating without too much delay.

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Another exceptional update, and a longer one too. Many thanks to hotguydelhi_sidharth

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Disgusting friend :

 
It was another very hot / humid day in kolkata. Mily rushed off to take a soothing bath after dropping off her daughter at the bus stop.
 
Mily  got out of  the bathroom door wearing pink panties made of silk with a matching bra. She put on a floral gown over it and bushed her hairs, as the bell rang.
 
Mily opend the door , and was taken aback to see Amol at it. He was the drinking partner of her lousy hubby and she hated him too much. He eyed her all the time .
 
The mere sight of him made her blood boil. She tried to shut off the door .
 
Amol 's hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Mily 's efforts and her feet, unable to hold ground, slid across the slick tile floor.

Amol  charged into her room as Mily  screamed. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Get out of my room and keep away from me!"

He grabbed Mily by her hairs and hissed "You gonna like getting fucked by your new boyfriend, boudi, and you gonna learn to love my cock."

She struggled hard, while he dragged her by her hair from the door.

Before Mily  regained her breath, Amol  had thrown her into bed slid the gown off her shoulder and tore her panties and bra off, leaving her lying on her back completely exposed.

Mily  wheezed and coughed. "No, please, don't do this."

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna fuck your hubby’s friend?"

Amol 's eyes feasted on Mily 's naked body and its gentle feminine curves. She was indeed a beauty, his own wife was no where near her beauty, With brute strength he forced her smooth, long legs apart viewing the treasure he planned to plunder. Beautiful women tended to always keep their pubic areas immaculately groomed, as if they wanted to be ready for someone to see them in a bikini, thong or perhaps completely nude. Mily  was apparently one of these women. Her naked body was as gorgeous as he had imagined. Though he had eyed her many time but still her eyes glinted with this beauty in front of him.

Mily 's smooth genitals lacked hair or even stubble, due to either expensive laser or wax treatments. What he had here was a pampered married and mothe. Her flat tummy was adorned by a delightful bellybutton and defined abdominal muscles. Pink areolae, perfect circles a little larger than quarters, crowned her perky, round 34 B-cup tits.

Mily 's silky, milky skin contrasted with Amol  as he touched her. Her body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face.

Amol  wondered how Arup  could foolishly leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself. Reaching down between Mily 's splayed legs, Amol  gently parted her labia, a lovely shade of pink revealed.

Mily  felt Amol  begin manipulating her privates like she belonged to him. "Oh, god — no. Don't!" She grabbed his wrist to stop him.

Amol  yanked his wrist from her grasp, reached up and cruelly twisted her delicate, pink nipples, causing jolts of pain that would later become bruises on her perfectly formed flesh.

Mily 's hands immediately went to protect her breasts and stop the pain.

From past experience with reluctant young females for the sex industry, he knew how to make Mily  cooperate. He needed to roughen her up more to make her submissive. He raised his fist to hit her and Mily cringed.

"You need to calm down, boudi, and let me love you." He pulled Mily 's hands away from her excruciating stomach and caressed it



He again shoved her legs open, resumed spreading her labia, locating her clitoris among her pink folds. He licked his thumb and began gently rubbing its soft hood. "That's better— just let me touch you."

"Okay," she rasped in defeat, clutching her aching stomach as Amol  played with her clitoris. "I'm sorry...No more."

"You beautiful, boudi, and I wanna make you feel good. Don't try to stop me."

Mily 's pleas began returning between her gasps for air as Amol  calmly sat between her open legs fondling her — harrying her clitoris to arousal as she recovered. "Please stop... I promise...I won't tell anyone...if you stop. Don't do this to me."

But this horrible animal wasn't stopping.

Amol  noticed how Mily 's clit was slowly engorging from his fillips, its timid head emerging from beneath its protective hood as he played with it. "I got your special spot and it's starting feel good, huh boudi?"

"No, it doesn't feel good... Stop touching me... Why are you doing this?" Mily  sobbed as Amol  caused involuntary responses in her body, her pink flesh glistening with natural secretions that encouraged him further and invited him to drink her nectar.

"I'm doing this because I love you and want to love you, boudi."

Amol  proceeded to spread her vaginal lips wide apart with his black fingers, her intimate pink anatomy held completely open and accessible, and he began orally assaulting her.

"Oh, god... stop it! Please...no... don't." She sat up on her elbows and from over her flat, battered tummy helplessly watched with a contorted face. She tried unsuccessfully to push Amol 's head away, her fingers clutching his kinky hair. He was sucking on her clitoris, keeping it fully engorged, increasing its sensitivity, and twirling his tongue over it.

Amol  ached for Mily , and while performing cunnilingus on her he slid off his gym shorts. Once free his monstrous organ sprang from confinement.

Mily 's eyes widened when she saw his enormity. Amol 's cock looked more like a truck's radiator hose than a man's penis, with large veins distended beneath its dark brown skin. She had never seen a penis so large. There was no way he could possibly fit in any woman. "No... keep away from me. I won't tell anyone about this, but you need to stop now. I mean it."
 
She was hysterically babbling as Amol 's fingers reopened her labia, stretching them wide apart, and he aimed his gigantic cock at her moist entrance.

Mily  reached down to block him. But recalling how Amol  punished her earlier, her fingers merely grazed his hand and stopped short of their intended goal.

The large head of his penis pushed at Mily 's wet opening and she became frantic. She didn't know what to say or do to stop him, her fingers uselessly resting on his hand as he held her vagina agape. Was this really happening to her? This monster was fondling her pussy, trying to put himself inside her. She felt like a paralyzed spectator watching this horrible crime being perpetrated on someone else. "I'm sorry I wasn't nice to you before, Amol . I'll do anything you want. Please don't. Oh... no... you're too big..."

"You gonna do what I want anyway, boudi, and we about to become very nice to each other. We gonna share something special."

The pressure from his attempted invasion built. She couldn't watch his huge cock and what he was trying to do to her anymore. Mily  fell back, clenching the sheets in her fists. "Oh, god! No... Please. You're hurting me. Don't..."

Her husband's pecker must have been incredibly small, but Amol  slowly applied more force to overcome her pussy's resistance. Her moist labia finally surrendered, engulfing the head of his penis. "Oh, yeah, boudi. You taking me. Oh, god, you feel so good."

"Ow..oh god... no," Mily  cried, another man entering her for the first time, her pussy stretching for him and subversively providing lubrication for its own assault, and her fidelity to Arup  eradicated by this horrible fiend, all in little more than an instant.

Amol  gradually advanced more of his cock into her. "Is this your first time with a another man, boudi? You got a new cock in your pussy now. How it feel?". Mily was somewhat relieved that this guy was not aware of her profession now.

"Oh god, stop it! Please, you're hurting me. Don't..."

"I'm sorry, boudi, but you'll get used to me. Try and relax some and it'll be easier."

Mily  couldn't relax. She felt him advance slightly deeper with each thrust. "No...I'm married to Arup , your friend. We let you come here. Why are you doing this to me?"

Amol  placed his index finger to her lips. "Shush, be quiet and stop crying. I told you before why I'm doing this — because I love you, boudi, and I gotta have you. You constantly making me hard and I can't take it no more. You may be married but I'm insidee you. You gonna be mine now."

"No," Mily  whimpered. She would never be his. But her pussy acted contrarily and as nature insisted, welcoming his hardness and coating more of Amol 's cock with a moist, affectionate-like sheen, traitorously helping him to penetrate deeper.

How could this be happening to her? Why did Arup  allow his disgusting friend into their home? Why was she so wet for this disgusting man and why couldn't she control her own body? These and similar thoughts circulated in her mind, her face displaying both her physical and psychological anguish as furrows in her normally smooth skin.

Mily 's pussy contained more cock in it than ever before. Amol 's penis was triple the girth of Arup 's and visited Mily 's unchartered depths. With most of his length in her, Amol  mercifully refrained from going further. There was no need rushing things their first time together and causing her excessive discomfort. But Amol  was certain she would grow accustomed to his size and eventually want his entire dick. Mily  didn't realize it yet, but this was only the beginning of a long, intimate relationship.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Mily  moaned in concert with squeaks from the bed.

Amol  attempted to look directly into her eyes while fucking her, but Mily  kept averting his stare and moving her head away from him. "No!" she snarled.

A wild spark appeared in Amol 's eyes as he irately grabbed Mily 's chin, pinching it in his vise-like grip. He turned her head to face him. "Look at me when I'm fucking you!"

From beneath pools of tears, Mily 's eyes met his as he claimed her. She felt his immense cock making its long journey in and out of her defeated pussy, now his conquered territory.

"Ow, please stop it!"

"I want you to cum first, boudi, and show me how much you love your new  boyfriend. Then maybe I'll stop."

Occupying conquered territory wasn't enough for him. He wanted her complete surrender. She replied with silence, determined not to give him the satisfaction of her orgasm and total victory. there was no way she would ever cum for this filthy pig.

"Oh, you gonna cum for me whether you want to or not," Amol  warned, quickening his pace as if reading her thoughts and determined to defy them.

"No," Mily  hissed through clenched teeth. But the physical discomfort of having Amol  so deep in her had already dissipated, her vagina accepting his large penis and bathing it with juices.

Amol  shifted position and felt her pussy begin contracting around his dick in response. Big thick cock was just too difficult for most girls to resist, and despite her resolve and hatred for him, Mily  didn't last too long before having an orgasm. "That's it, boudi, cum for me like a good, little white girl. Keep cumming on that big new dick. You really wet, and I can feel you starting to like me."

Mily  grimaced, and her hands pushed against his muscular chest with her nails digging in. How could he say such horrible things and how could he make her body do that? But his thick shaft kept stretching her vaginal labia and giving her rich sensations that she didn't want from him but couldn't stop receiving. "Oh... oh... don't... oh — no!

"Mily 's voice grew louder as her unwanted arousal increased. "No, no, no— stop doing this to me! I don't want to cum for you. You're disgusting and I hate you. Oh, god. Oh, ooh, ooh, don't..."

He felt Mily 's vaginal muscles spasm from a second, stronger orgasm.

Amol  continued fucking her and occasionally her pelvis replied with slight coital movements of its own, her body revealing an increasing desire to engage in the sex act. It was an autonomous response she tried to prevent. Not quite the enthusiastic reaction from her that he sought, but for now, at least, she had tired of resisting. He mercifully withstood the urge to bury his remaining length in her...

Mily  had wanted this heinous act to end, but it seemed to go on indefinitely. She finally noticed him accelerating and panicked, realizing the full extent of what was approaching. He was inside her and he was going cum soon. "Please, you've got to pull out now," she begged. "Don't cum in me!"

Mily  was a sexy, bong married female, and Amol  enjoyed every step of taking her: initially molesting her and causing her body to respond in a way that was incredibly embarrassing for her; introducing her pussy to his huge cock; making her orgasm from it and causing her additional shame. He looked forward to completing his despicable act by ejaculating in her.

"I love you, boudi, and I made you cum. Don't you want to reciprocate my love and let me cum in your pussy? We supposed to be nice to each other when we making love and cum together. You not partial, are you?"

He must have been delusional because they were NOT making love; he was banging her! Her eyes became saucers of fear. "No, you can't do that. Please, don't cum in me."

She couldn't let him do it. Mily 's dainty hands renewed their efforts and pushed harder against Amol 's burly, black chest. Arching her back and repositioning her pelvis, she tried squeezing her vaginal muscles to dislodge him. Her efforts — which would have worked against someone of normal size — were no match for Amol 's gigantic penis imbedded too far in her pussy to oust.

Amol 's penis securely occupied Mily 's vagina after her failed attempt to expel it, but he felt what she had tried to do. With a quick jab, he penetrated a little further for her insubordination. "We not done yet, boudi. You want more of me? I got a big, black dick for you to enjoy and I been holding back so you can adjust to it. I was going to go slow, but you try something like that again and you getting all of me whether you ready or not."

It was less than an inch, but to Mily  it felt like a mile more of Amol  was now going in her.

Her hands tightly gripped his hips. "Ow, oh, oh, no more! Oh god! Okay, I'm sorry... I won't do it again," she yipped from the jolt of pressure and discomfort, more of him going into her, further stretching her vaginal muscles.

"You ready for all of me, boudi?"

"Ooh... ooh... no...ah...oh.. ooh, ooh.."

To Mily 's chagrin, the shock from his additional length made her orgasm again. Meanwhile, his dark eyes rolled in their sockets toward the ceiling with long awaited relief, his penis releasing a torrent of cum. "Oh, yeah, boudi, take me. We cumming together. Your pussy be milking my cock. Oh, god, you feel so incredible."

Amol  tightly embraced Mily  as they both orgasmed and he injected his seed deep in her. "I love you, boudi."

She felt Amol 's slimy ejaculate fill her and begin oozing from her vagina down the crack of her ass. She cried beneath him, her hands uselessly grabbing at his shoulders but unable to remove him. "Oh, no, no, no. Why are you doing this? You're cumming in me. Stop it."

"We cumming simultaneously, boudi, like we suppose to. It's a beautiful thing. I feel your tight pussy throbbing on my cock. You not ready for me to pull out yet. I gotta let you enjoy this a little longer until you completely done. How many times this be for you anyway, three or four?" Amol  asked, musing to himself how Mily , once a privileged bong girl, was now reduced to be under a  man and getting fucked by him.
 
The deed was completed. Mily  lay beneath Amol 's heavy frame, like fading echoes of thunder, her pussy clenching his deflating cock from the orgasms he had forced her to have. She hated Amol , yet she had been unable to prevent herself from cumming for him. "Okay, get off me now," she uttered, pushing her hands against his muscular chest.

He removed his flaccid cock from Mily  as she remained in the bed motionlessly staring at the ceiling, her pussy gaping from his departure and her legs left indecently spread apart momentarily before rediscovering modesty and closing. She glanced at Amol 's penis as he stood beside her. Even soft, it appeared enormous and she didn't believe that the horrific thing had been in her.

"You ever give your husband head?" Amol  asked.

Mily  looked at Amol  with bewilderment as this disgusting  man who had just defiled her firmly grabbed her shoulders and guided her off the bed and into a kneeling position beside it. She fully understood what he wanted when he shoved his penis in her face. His cock was coated with both of their secretions, and it was disgusting.

Her teeth remained clenched.

"I don't want to hurt you more. Open your goddamn mouth and suck on me nicely, like you want me."

She shook her head from his grasp. "I'll bite it off," she snarled.

Privileged girls like Mily  could be stubborn and sometimes needed additional encouragement. With a clap like an ancient branch snapping off a mighty tree, his open palm crashed against her cheek, leaving Mily  with bright stars floating in her eyes and the coppery taste of blood trickling from somewhere inside her mouth.

Mily  sat on the floor stunned.

"Don't think about biting me, or you won't have any teeth left and I'll have to mess up your beautiful face."

She didn't think she could tolerate Amol 's cock in her mouth without vomiting.

Amol  tightly pulled her hair. "Now suck on me nice, boudi, and learn to like it."

Her lips obediently went around the foul thing.

"Oh, yeah, that's a good girl. That's both of us on my cock, boudi—you and me and our love for each other. See how good we taste together? Clean our cum off my cock and relish the special flavor we made. I gonna teach you how to do this right."

She thought about biting down on his penis anyway, but he suddenly jerked her hair hard.

"Nicer, like you enjoying it. Remember, act like you my girlfriend and like you love me. You bite me, and I'll kill you ."

Regardless of what he thought, she would NEVER like anything about him or be his girlfriend. She hated him, but he terrified her. She heeded his warning and to her surprise, even though the thought of sucking on his cock had been revolting, the actual taste wasn't awful. The longer she performed the act, the more tolerable it became. As she followed his directions, he relaxed his grip on her hair and his treatment improved.

He unexpectedly slapped her cheek again, but gently this time. "Do I need to get rough with you some more? Remember to touch my cock nicely while you sucking on it."

Fearful of what he might do if she didn't follow his instructions, she reached up to his scrotum with her other hand and began delicately rolling his warm, heavy testicles between her fingers while drawing on his shaft. Amol 's balls were egg-shaped like Arup 's, but absurdly bigger like every other part of Amol .

To Mily 's dismay, his penis was becoming larger from her forced caresses. How could he become hard again so soon? Once Arup  came, he was done for the evening.

Fully erect, it seemed like little more than the head of Amol 's cock fit in her mouth.

"That's it. Yess, that feel good. Put your fist around the shaft and stroke it some while you suck on it... like this." He took her hands and guided her. "Softly and slowly and keep the head in your mouth. Oh, yes. Right there. That part is real sensitive. Ah, I like you stroking it there, just like that, boudi. I gotta hold back, though. I don't wanna cum too soon for you."

Cum too soon for her? Did he really think she enjoyed doing this to him? She hated him.

"Oh yeah, you gonna stay my girlfriend. Keep sucking on me, boudi... easy... that better. We in no rush. You gotta learn to take your time and savor it. Arup  won't be home for a while, and I got enough cum in my balls to make you spit out black babies until your ovaries dry up."

Again, he yanked her hair. "I got a lot to teach you. Twirl your tongue over the head some. Show more affection. Remember how nice I did it to you? Act like you love me. Yeah, that's better. Now run your lips up and down the shaft. Ah, yeah, boudi, keep doing that. Okay, now stroke it some more."

She felt his grip in her hair tightening. "Look at me," he scolded her, pulling her hair and turning her face upward and toward him. He struck her cheek softly. "Touch it lovingly while doing that. You see how hard you made me again? This how a man's body shows love for the woman he's with. You need to reciprocate my love by pleasuring my cock and giving it your affection. Don't forget, you want to do this to me. Now try again."

Amol  continued giving her cruel tutorials. She had no choice but to comply with his demented demands and pretend to worship his big black cock. She reluctantly learned how to perform oral sex on him, how he liked to be touched, and how to act like she enjoyed doing it. "That's it. Keep showing me how much you love me and how you want to do this to me," he repeated to her. "See how much I love you? You making me really hard, boudi."

Her wedding ring sparkled on her finger as she gently tugged on his dark appendage and pretended to love him. His cock twitched, startling her slightly. She held his massive shaft in both hands with plenty of its length to spare. Her lips moved up and down his thick rod; her tongue licked it. How could his cock possibly be so big? she wondered.

Amol  felt another batch readying. "Oh, I'm gonna cum soon, boudi. Swallow all of me — every last drop. Make me think you like it and love me."

"No," she growled, trying to free herself from his grip. There was no way she was going to swallow his cum and pretend to like it. But he pulled her hair hard, forced the head of his cock back into her mouth and held her firmly. With her face buried in his groin, his thick, long penis extending down her throat, her open hands reached up while shoving against his hard stomach.


Mily  didn't want to swallow Amol 's nasty, white cream, but he had threatened her, and he grasped her hair tightly, preventing her from pulling away.

After the first couple of mouthfuls, her shoves started losing determination. His cum was working on her. He could tell it was becoming less distasteful to her by the way she finally stopped resisting and started gulping it down.

"That's it, keep swallowing and protect your family, Mily . Drink all of me, boudi. The more of it you swallow, the better things will be. My cum is special and you starting to like it. You see how good I'm starting to taste and how much you starting to love me? It's getting difficult for you to resist it."

Mily  replied with a moan. Her open palms slowly slid down his firm, muscular stomach, appreciating the ripples in his strong abdomen while she drank from him, until her fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft of his massive penis, as if everything he was saying to her was suddenly and unexplainably true. His cock became like a fountain of masculinity delivering a perverted nourishment to her. The more she pleasured him the more of it she received.

He relaxed his hold, Mily  gently milking his cock and quaffing from it, not noticing that he had let go of her hair. She remained engrossed with his cock as he spoke, running her lips up and down its shaft, licking up the white cream still spewing from its head as if it was a treat.

"That's a good girl. Keep feeding from me, boudi," he repeated while tenderly stroking her hair. "You've sampled me and now you mine."

When his cum eventually stopped flowing, she pulled her mouth away. A thread of jism momentarily spanned from his softening phallus to her lips, like a web from a venomous spider, one of many strands trapping its paralyzed prey.

Mily  appeared dazed when she had finished drinking his poison. Amol  gently took her elbow and guided her to sit on the edge of her bed. She didn't think it was possible for a man to produce that much semen. He had profusely ejaculated in her pussy only a short while ago and effortlessly repeated it a second time in her mouth, and she had swallowed all of him.

Mily  stared up at him from where she sat, sparks of hatred forming in her eyes, his strong taste lingering on her taste buds, his perverted essence filling her stomach and womb. A heavy silence permeated the room .

Like a brilliant vein of gold, the afternoon sun leaked through a crack between the bedroom curtains that had been drawn since morning, hiding her sexual assault from the outside world. Amol  took a seat beside her on the edge of the bed and put his arm around her shoulder, their naked bodies touching once more. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to be cruel to you, boudi."

Mily  violently shrugged his muscular arm off her shoulder and scooted away. "Don't touch me ever again and don't call me boudi."


"Arup  will notice the marks you left on me, you disgusting pig. He's going to have you put in jail."

Amol 's eyes lit up with rage.

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Mily was too tired to react.

 
 Mily  was still in bed and lying on her stomach. She didn't hear Amol  enter the room again
Amol  slipped off his boxers again and cautiously get in bed beside her, noticing her bare back coated with sweat from their previous love making.

Exhaustion caught up with Mily  and she had dozed off.

Amol 's muscular arm reaching around her shoulder and his hard cock stabbing her hip as he joined her in bed woke Mily . He began kissing her ear. " I'll be gentle with you this time. We gonna make love, boudi, and I'm gonna make you enjoy it. I'm gonna make sure you cum a bunch of times."

This couldn't be happening again, she thought, but fear left her momentarily paralyzed. He was in bed with her again.touching her! She had to stop him before things went too far. She rolled over, grabbed his hand resting on her hip, and pushed it away. "No, stop touching me and get out of my bed. We can talk if you want. I'm not going to be your toy and you're not going to make me do anything like that ever again."

When she turned over to face him, Amol 's eyes feasted on her firm, young tits, bearing the fading bruises he had left on them.

Mily  realized Amol  was looking at her breasts, and as her arms went to cover them. He then slapped her cheek.

"No, don't hit me," she gasped, one hand clutching her stomach, the other shielding her face, and her perky tits left uncovered.

Amol  started to leave the bed.

"Oh god, no! Don't hurt me! Please, I'll do what you want, Amol ."


With Mily  completely naked, The naked wife of his friend made him hard again as Amol  lay beside her for a moment, putting his arm around her chest, caressing her right breast and playing with her nipple as if he was her longtime lover. "Please, you said you just wanted to talk," she sniveled.

He began kissing her neck, and as his lips moved closer to her ear her nipple involuntarily hardened between his fingers. "We'll talk while we make love, boudi. There be no better way for two people to become friends and get to know each other. You gonna cum and enjoy this even though you may not want to. You don't have a choice and we not repeating last time where you tried to fight it. You my girl and you not telling me no again. You either gonna start letting me love you or bad things gonna start happening to your people. You understand?"

The back of her head rested on a soft pillow as tears trickled down the Amoles of her face and into her silky  hair. She nodded her reply realizing there would be no reasoning with him regardless of what she said or how strong she tried to be.

"Good girl. I'll treat you nice... as long as you cooperate," he softly whispered between delivering kisses to her ear and filling it with his hot breath. His fingers relentlessly fondled her hard nipple for what seemed like eternity.

Amol  sat up and went to her legs, which had remained closed. His hands landed on her inner thighs. "Now open up for me so I can taste your sweet honey."

"Oh god, please don't perform oral sex on me again," she cried as she allowed him to spread her thighs open.

"Good girl...very nice," Amol  commented, ignoring Mily 's plea and gazing once more at the lovely pink of her most intimate place. Amol  repositioned himself between her open legs and his fingers delicately culled her clitoris from her folds. "Let's see if I can get you in the mood for this, boudi." He began licking her clit, wetting it with his saliva, and messaging it between a 'V' his two fingers made.

"Is it starting to feel good, boudi?" he asked, her clit slowly firming in his fingers and her pussy moistening.

"No, p-p-please stop touching me."

His thumb remained on her clitoral hood rubbing the sensitive flesh. "You getting wet, and I think you getting a clit boner, boudi. It's getting firmer, and soon it will need to be relieved."

"Oh, god, you're making me that way. S-s-stop touching me. Don't make me do this."

Amol  enjoyed making this privileged bong girl cry in embarrassment. She couldn't stop him from making her pussy wet and her clit engorged, and she couldn't stop him from fucking her either. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth, his tongue twirling over it. "You want me to stop now, boudi?"

"Yes, p-p-please don't do it anymore," she pleaded, welcoming his reprieve.

"Okay, I'll stop for a little while if you suck my cock instead."

Mily  looked at him with dismay. How could he possibly expect her to do such a thing again? She hated this ugly person  and none of this was supposed to be happening. "I-I-I can't do this with you. Stop it—please!"

"Okay, boudi. I guess you are not ready for me to stop then." He resumed mercilessly attacking her clit, heightening its sensitivity and bringing her closer to an embarrassing orgasm. Mily  desperately tried not to cum, finally surrendering and agreeing to perform oral sex on him if he would stop performing it on her. "Oh god...oh, oh, ah, ooh. Okay, I'll suck your cock," she cried out. "Just stop doing this to me!"

Amol  comfortably lay on his back in the bed Mily  . Her soft breast pushed against his hard stomach as she took his enormous cock in both her hands and reluctantly put its head in her mouth. She didn't want to perform oral sex on him and had tried to forget how he made her do it to him last time.

"You suppose to act like my girlfriend. Now do it nice, the way I taught you before," he reminded her. "Get into it like you did last time. Twirl your tongue over the head and run your lips up and down the shaft... yesss, like that. Now play with my balls some too while you doing that. You know how I like it."

She wished she had never met Amol  or know things so intimate about him as how he liked his cock sucked and the ways he enjoyed being touched. She had tried to block all the sordid details, the disgusting things he had made her do to him, from her memory. Now she was forced to repeat those lascivious acts.

His hand rubbed her sweaty back and he kept squeezing her butt cheek. She despised him, yet he made her act as if she loved him, like his girlfriend who wanted him. She did none of this by choice. While sucking on his cock and stroking his shaft, her free hand reached down to his scrotum and caressed his heavy balls.
 
Mily  started acquiring a steady tempo and relaxing a little in spite of herself. She knew what he liked and was obediently doing it — until Amol  made another demand.

"That's real nice, boudi. You a natural at this and learning good, but you need to bring that sweet pussy on my face now, so I can enjoy it some more."

He had said he would stop performing oral sex on her if she would perform it on him. Now he was trying to make her do a '69' with him. "No, I don't want you to do that to me anymore."

She tried to scurry away.

Amol  sat up, his strong hands grabbing her thighs and squeezing them as he dragged her over his lap. He began spanking her firm ass.

"Ow, what are you doing? No, stop... oh, no...ouch, it hurts!"

His loud, painful applause continued.

"Okay, okay...please...I'm sorry!"

When he finally stopped, her ass stung and glowed red, his hand kneading her solid butts before soothingly rubbing the smooth, warm globes.

"I warned you not to tell me 'no' again. Now bring that sweet little pussy onto my face .And make sure you swallow all my cum, like you did last time, boudi."

Mily  straddled his face. His hands grabbed her firm butt cheeks and spread them apart as he pulled her down towards his mouth. He delivered another smack to her scorching buttock. "Start sucking on my cock," he barked.

Mily  felt him begin drawing on her already engorged clitoris. Oh, god, not that again, she thought, taking his huge chocolate cock in hand and putting it back into her mouth. Her clitoris had become sensitized by him earlier and what Amol  kept doing to it aroused her more. Mily  didn't want to be aroused by him, didn't want any of this to feel good.

He wouldn't stop, and her loins began yearning for release. She didn't want to cum for him. It was so embarrassing. She fought her orgasm and began moaning with his cock in her mouth, sucking on it like it was a gigantic pacifier, stroking it, softly rolling his tremendous balls in her fingers.

The intensity of what they were doing to each other became overwhelming. Her body wanted to cum even though it was wrong. The way his mouth and lips kept engaging her down there made her begin to forget everything else and brought all her attention to the task at hand.

He was sucking on her clit harder it seemed. As she ran her lips up and down his shaft, she felt his cock begin throbbing in her palm. A glob of semen jettisoning from its tip landed on her cheek. She remembered that he expected her to swallow. "Oh, your cumming," she observed aloud. Her mouth returned to his cock as she continued stroking his shaft. "Mmmm, mmmm," she moaned.

For the second time, Mily  was treated to copious amounts of Amol 's semen. His cock ejaculated for almost an entire minute, spurt after spurt she drank, an increasingly powerful dosage of his potent male hormones.

The ordeal was finally over, and he was satisfied, Mily  thought, regaining her senses as his cock finally stopped ejaculating and started losing rigidity. She removed herself from his face and from the '69' with him. She sat up on the edge of the mattress, disgusted with her behavior but relieved it was over. Amol  sat up as well and dbangd his arm around her shoulder. "You see boudi, that wasn't so bad, now was it? How you feel?"

In a daze, Mily  silently stared at him, her beautiful blue eyes containing a mixture of fading lust with rising levels of shame and hatred. His strong, masculine taste lingered in her mouth.

"I did what you wanted. Will you leave us now, Amol ?"

"Leave you?" His arm still around her shoulder pulled her into him. "I love you and I'm not leaving till evening, I have taken off from office today, boudi. We not done today yet either. That was just a little appetizer to get us in the mood. Look at my cock."

Mily  looked down and watched in dismay. His penis was slowly regaining an erection. Was this some kind of perverted joke? How could he possibly be getting hard again after only a few minutes?

"See what you're doing to me? Remember what I told you before about how a man's body shows his love? You keep making me hard, boudi, because you so beautiful and I'm in love with you." He took her hand and guided it to his cock. "Now play with it some more."

Mily  didn't have the any other option. With his strong arm around her shoulder, her arm slid around his waist as she began gently jerking on his cock.

"That's it, boudi. You been giving me hard-ons since I moved here and now you gonna start taking care of them for me."

Mily  couldn't believe how big and rigid his cock was becoming again. She could see and feel it rapidly growing to full erection in her hand.

She had intended to masturbate him, make him cum and be quickly done with the lewd act, but Amol  abruptly removed her hand from his big brown dick and stood. His palm landed between her firm breasts and pushed her backwards. "Lay back for me now," he instructed.

Mily  was confused as he pushed her down into the mattress, her legs dangling from the bed where she had just been sitting. In what seemed like one continuous motion, his arms grabbed the back of her knees, lifted her legs while spreading them wide. He jerked her to the very edge of the bed.

She felt him messaging her clitoris with the head of his penis. "No, Amol . I'm married to Arun your friend. I can't do that with you," she pleaded.

He swiftly grabbed her chin and squeezed tightly. "Didn't I just warn you about ever saying 'no' to me? You my girlfriend, for ever now and you better start acting like it. I might decide to throw a few thousands at you for your service."

He released her chin and his hand slid down to her throat. He made it difficult for her to breathe, her face turning red like a tomato. " Now spread those pretty legs wide for me boudi."

Her legs opened for him.

"Good girl."

His hand released Mily 's neck, allowing her to breathe, and he resumed fumbling with his cock, probing around her entrance. She felt the smooth head of his penis rubbing against her swollen clitoris, then descend from it and push at her wet slit. "Don't," she whimpered, her palms uselessly pushing at his muscular stomach, but unable to stop him from pursuing his goal.

His fingers spread her labia as his cock took aim at her pussy. She felt the initial pressure as he sought admittance, then she felt her pussy stretching around his massive organ in surrender.

"Oh, boudi, your sweet little pussy is so wet and tight and feels so good," Amol  exclaimed. "I'm finally inside you again. Oh, I'm gonna go all the way and deep." He began making tight circles on her clitoris with his thumb to help gain her cooperation.

"Oh, don't Amol . Ooh...please stop," she cried, her pelvis briefly responding to his thumb with a faint undulation as if acknowledging pleasure.

After pulling almost all the way out, in what seemed like attempts to give Mily  false hope, his cock kept returning into her a little further. Her hands abandoned their fruitless efforts against his stomach and latched onto his hips, trying to thwart his ever-deeper thrusts.

"Oh, yes, boudi. Since you my girl, you will take all of me and show me how much you love me. You do love me, don't you, boudi?"

"Oh god," Mily  wailed. She didn't know how to respond to this sick animal. The discomfort caused by his enormous cock was reaching the threshold of pain. How could she stop him from going all the way into her with his long, thick penis? "Yes, I love you, Amol . Please... oh...no more...ouch...oh...it hurts...ow...oh."

He held back for a while, allowing Mily  to acclimate, until her grip relaxed, then he bumped into her further, catching Mily  off guard, her fingers digging into his hips once more as he made additional progress. He kept repeating this technique and moving closer towards his goal, the muscles in her vagina stretching each time to accommodate a little more of him.

"Ow, Amol , you're too big and you're hurting me."

"Shhh, it gonna be okay, boudi. You'll get used to having me inside you. I'm bigger than your husband, but you going to take me. I told you last night we was gonna get to know each other better and become friends, and that's what we doing. You becoming my girlfriend and I'm almost all the way in you. Just a little more, boudi."

Her fingers bore into his hips from sudden pressure and pain as he drove home. "Ow, ow, oh, oh, ah, I can't! Ah, ow, oh, ooh. Nah...no more."

"What you mean you can't? We already there. Look at my cock. It all the way in you now, boudi."

Mily  looked down in horror and watched his entire penis, its long, thick shaft triumphantly wearing her silky secretions, repeatedly and completely invading her pussy. She felt his immense scrotum slapping against her asshole, further attesting to his victory. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting, the pain abating as her body adjusted to his entirety. "Ooh, oh, ah... Amol , you're not wearing a condom. Ooh, oh, please... pull out now."

"Relax, boudi. We got all day before your daughter  comes home and I am not going to cum again for a long while. We got plenty of time to enjoy this."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh... no. Don't do this to me," Mily  murmured while accepting defeat. Her hands remained on Amol 's hips, with her shapely nails digging in but no longer grasped him in pain or attempted to hold him at bay. For now, at least, he had conquered and dominated her.

As if reading braille, the walls of her vagina began painting vivid images behind her eyes of his thick, long cock tunneling through her quivering tissues, parting them all the way up her birth canal, expanding her vaginal orifice. The head of his penis practically reached her cervix. Amol  embraced her in his arms as he lay on top of her, his hard, bulging muscles pressing against her.

As he resumed the trail of kisses up Mily 's neck toward her ear that he had embarked on earlier, he took note of how her nipples hardened and pushed into his chest and how her pussy became even wetter. She obviously liked having her neck and ears kissed while being fucked.

Through the closed curtains of her bedroom window, the murkiness of early morning had succumbed to the light of an approaching afternoon sun. "Oh, oh, oh, don't make me cum again, Amol . I don't want to. I can't do this. I'm married to your friend ," Mily  moaned in his arms. "Oh god...no. Ooh, ooh, ooh."

Amol  felt her pussy throbbing around his cock. He kept making her orgasm and this one was getting really strong.

His own orgasm was swiftly approaching.

"That's it. Show me how much you love me, Mily . See how your hubby’s friend makes you cum? I love you, boudi," Amol  cooed. "Oh, yeah, you feel so good."

It seemed like his big muscles were becoming tenser and he was driving into her with greater force. Mily  felt something like a squirt gun going off along with pressure and his huge cock pulsating in her pussy. It took a moment for all these things to register in her mind. Arun  didn't orgasm this strongly, he usually wore protection and he didn't ejaculate as much. But she had experienced Amol  do this with her before. "Oh, ooh, please don't. Oh, you're not wearing a condom and you're cumming in me, Amol ...no."

He pulled out too late but while still ejaculating, his warm cum landing on her stomach. He removed her hand from his hip and placed her fingers around his cock. "I'm not done. Stroke me, boudi. I made you cum now help me finish."

"Oh god, Amol —you're cumming all over me."

"It's okay, boudi. It's my love for you overflowing from my body. Don't stop. It feels good. Keep stroking it and show me how much you love me too."

She helplessly lay beneath him, his hand around hers making her gently tug on his cock and assist with the sick, demented task. His hard, gargantuan penis pulsated in her hand like a major artery about to burst, discharging semen all over her.

"Oh, yeah, boudi...Ah, keep doing that. I love you. I'm sorry. I tried to pull out before I started to cum, but you felt too good and I couldn't help it."

Mily  was speechless. How could this happen? She was married , but this awful criminal had fucked her — again. She let go of his cock, sat up and looked down in shock at the mess Amol  had left all over her body and at what was copiously leaking from her pussy. The size of his penis and testicles truly matched the amount of semen they produced.

His cum, mixed with her own vaginal secretions, was on her hand from fondling him and she didn't know what to do with it. He hugged her and she unconsciously ran her slimy palm up his hard, muscular chest.

"Please, stop now," she implored in his embrace.

He left her bed, stood and petted her hair affectionately. "I love you. Did that feel good, boudi?"

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He continued staring into her eyes. "Put my cock back in your pussy, boudi," he instructed. Mily  and Amol  looked down simultaneously. She couldn’t belive her eyes. “how can a man be still be hard after fucking her twice”

She hesitated a moment. His towering penis looked so hard and leaned from his body.

"We was being so nice to each other just a moment ago, boudi. Best friends and all that. " he reminded her.

She was betraying Arun , but the consequences of disobeying Amol  would be horrific and tragic. She reached down and silently took his enormous cock in her hand. It was slippery from her pussy and warm. Before reinserting him into her vagina, some primitive instinct she didn't understand caused her to gently tug on his erection a few times, perhaps to ensure he remained hard and completed the reproductive act they had started. It was done unconsciously, and Mily  would never comprehend why she did it.

"Oh, that feel real nice, boudi. Now put me inside you."

Mily  guided his huge, hard cock into her wet pussy.

"Oh, yeah, that feel so good. You so wet and silky, boudi," he exclaimed going all the way into her and completely filling her birth canal once more.

"Oh," she moaned, fulfilling her role as his female partner that nature dictated and taking in all his hardness.

His palm landed on her bald pussy while his thumb resumed stroking her clitoris. She glanced down and dumbly watched him doing this to her without objecting. She wasn't thinking about Arun , her family, or even Amol 's terrible behavior and how much she hated him anymore, only the tidal waves of ecstasy quickly rebuilding in her body...

Amol 's self-control was impressive, and it brought Mily  to the edge of her sanity multiple times— one climax following another, following another. Little room remained in her mind for other concerns, like the consequences of unprotected sex,or that a criminal she hated was inside her.

An hour had passed, and Amol  still didn't orgasm. He seemed to get off on making her cum instead, as if he was accumulating a credit card balance of guilt in Mily  that she would need to repay with interest once the sex ended and she faced her husband. Amol 's objective was to leave her in marital bankruptcy. Then Mily  would be all his.

Amol 's self-control finally reached its limit. He couldn't hold off forever, especially with Mily 's tight, silky cunny clenching his cock. Mily  recognized the signs Amol  displayed—his faster and harder thrusts, his heavier breathing. Her hands grasping his biceps felt his muscles flex with greater intensity. Her relationship with him was non-consensual, nevertheless they were becoming familiar to one another as sexual partners and were able to read each other with increasing clarity.

"Oh, ah, ah, pull out, Amol ... before you cum this time." Mily  didn't realize the precum leaking from Amol 's penis the entire time contained sperm that accumulated in her vaginal fluids. His genetic material—along with potent hormones he produced that heightened sexual responsiveness in his partners—was already swimming in her pussy.

"You feel so good. I gotta cum in you, boudi."

"Oh... ah...no, Amol , don't. You can't cum in me. It's wrong. All of this is wrong and I shouldn't be doing it with you. Ah...oh...you need to stop and take it out now."

"Oh, boudi, just a little longer."

"No, Amol , stop. You came in me last time."

"It feels good and I want to stay in you, boudi."

"Oh...god, Amol ...oh...ah. You don't belong in me. You can't do this to me. Oh...oh...oh. You can't cum in me. I'm his wife, not yours."

Amol  wanted her to fully accept him, and that meant she needed to receive his semen the way nature intended. She may have been Arun 's wife, but Amol  was going to cum in her pussy. Oh, boudi, I'm sorry. I can't stop now. I need to cum in you."

"No, don't...Pull out now. Oh, god...not again. Oh, oh, oh, ah, ooh."

Her pussy began clenching his cock and her fingers dug into his biceps. She felt his warm seed spreading inAmole her womb, filling her.

"Oh boudi, you feel so good."

Mily 's hips replied to his, greeting his thrusts by grinding into him. "Ah... oh... oh... ah...ah...ooh...ooh."

"I love you. You wan't me to pull out now?"

"Oh...ah...ah, oh— yes, please pull out," she moaned. But it was already too late. He had cum inside her again and flooded her with his semen.

She was having an intense orgasm, her vaginal muscles contracting tightly around his penis as he hesitantly withdrew. She remained open and vulnerable as he stood between her spread legs. His erection persisting, he began massaging her clitoris with the head of his penis, her pelvis involuntarily undulating in response.

"Oh, what are you doing to me? Stop it."

"I'm helping us finish, boudi." He took her hand in his and made her stroke his penis and take over the clit massage he had begun giving her.

"Oh...oh...oh. No, don't make me do this. It's wrong," she protested, his cock still ejaculating on her as he forced her to pleasure herself with it. It was so perverted and disgusting, but it felt good, which made no sense. This was a heinous act he was performing on her. How could it possibly feel so nice? His cock pulsated in her grip, leaving streams of his warm semen on her stomach and tits. The amount Amol  ejaculated wasn't humanly possible, yet he did it.

"Ah, boudi, keep doing that. I love you." He had an eye for this beauty for quite some time now. And he was too happy and intoxicated to pound this MILF again and again.

 
Mily  didn't reply. Amol  had no concept of love. His cock was still releasing globs of semen as she rubbed it on her clitoris. She coddled his hard penis against herself to satisfy him, but she would never love him. She just wanted the horrible crime he was committing on her to be over soon. He was rich and powerful drug dealer, a violent criminal, and worse of all, a perverted sexual predator that preyed upon her. He was everything she abhorred.

Mily  released Amol 's flaccid cock and closed her legs when he finished. His cum was all over her body, and when she sat up, she noticed his semen had leaked from her pussy and formed a small puddle on the bed. It didn't seem possible for a human male to release this much sperm.
 
Amol finally withdrew from her and started to wear his clothes.
 
Then he did the inevitable. From his purse he threw a wad of notes at her, some of it stuck to her sweaty body.
 
Mily slumped back to her dirty bed as he walked out of the room and flat grinning.

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MILY IS A BIRTHDAY GIFT :


It has been many days since she got a call from “Sonali” or “Ashim”. Since her last encounter with her hubby’s drunken friend was so disgusting, that she welcomed the no phone call phase.

Her life was back to normal , with her dropping her daughter and back at home . But now there was a slight change in her life. She took out time for herself, in self grooming. Her regular pedicure and manicure and facials made her look more attractive. Her shapely nails, milky white soft skin texture and treaded eye brows made her glow. Even now she didn’t need much make up as sex oozed from her , in spite the fact that she was a mother.
Though her hubby was indifferent towards her but now she made more head turn when she was in the street. The people in and around her flat building envied her hubby as they lusted for this gorgeous mother.

It was the month of June. Highly hot and humid in and around Kolkata. Mily was not able to purchase an AC for her flat in spite the large amount of money she had in her account. After dropping off her daughter , she rushed to have a bath .

The cold water rushed down her body cooling it a bit. She dried herself and wore a towel gown to soak off rest of the water from her body. The gown was about an inch or two above her knees.
She sat on her dining table chair as her mobile chimed. It was “Sonali”, she received the call unwillingly. After a few pleasantries she came up with the main topic “A young student , son of a rich businessman is coming over . It’s his birthday and with the money he received, he wants to enjoy. Treat him well with some fake resistance and his name is Sidharth”

Mily wondered “how young the guy might me and what did she mean by fake resistance??”
Never the less , the door bell chimed just after half an hour. She didn’t even had time to change.
Mily opened the kitchen door to find Sidharth standing there, he looked so young “was he still an college student or just might be in first year” . Her first reaction was to send him away, as she wasn't dressed yet and he was so young. But sending off a client in her line of business could be a disaster. He looked worried and nervous.
"Hi Mily Aunty, Sonali aunty has asked me to come?" he asked, sounding miserable.

"Come in Sidharth" Mily stammered, while stepping aside to let him in.
Mily pulled the gown tighter, as he followed her into the flat. He was dressed in a jeans and t shirt with a sling bag hanging from his shoulder.
"Would you like something to drink," she asked.
"Sure," he murmured. She turned around to fetch a glass of cold drink for the kid. She could feel his hot gaze on her milky thighs as they peeked from her gown.
"Happy birthday Sidharth, how old are you now?" she asked while handing the glass to him.
"Thank you , I am 18 now" he murmured as his hand trembled .
"It's more comfortable in the sofa" she told.
He followed her in, and when she sat on the only sofa, he sat down next to her. She tried to shuffle away, but the gown was caught under him, and he didn't take the hint. She sighed lightly, and he sighed heavily.
"So, tell me," Mily asked “ Do you have a girl friend”
 "Well. I do have a girl friend but I can't keep a girlfriend for long. I need to know what I'm doing wrong. I asked Sonali aunty for help and she sent me to you," he said, and shrugged.
At the mention of Sonali, she cringed.
"Tell me all about it, and I'll help. Promise! I was a teenager once," she said, trying to raise a smile. Mily was trying to look confident.
"Well, it's embarrassing. Maybe I should try to figure it out," he said, with a shrug of his shoulders.
Mily put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's OK. Whatever you say will be between us," she reassured him.
"Kissing is one thing. Girls said I didn't kiss right," Sidharth asserted, looking hurt.
Mily wanted to laugh. Surely at his age he had plenty of experience. Fortunately he was looking away, feeling embarrassed, otherwise he would have seen the flash of a smirk on her face. As a married woman Mily too had plenty of experience of life, so handling this young man would be easy. She felt it’s the right time to take it ahead.
"Show me," she blurted out. She meant for him to pucker up, to demonstrate his lack of skill. She didn't expect his next move. How could she have expected a young boy to actually kiss her! It took her completely by surprise.
He didn't need to move closer, as their hips were already touching. He just turned his head, and leaned forward. When their lips touched her mouth was open, so he delved in with his tongue.
She was so taken aback by this impudence, she just sat there. His arms wrapped around her, holding on tight. She couldn't breathe for a moment. She automatically reacted from memories of past sessions, when long kissing sessions were common. She breathed through her nose, gasping for air.
He seemed to be devouring her! His tongue darted around hers, in a seductive dance. The sensations were overpowering after such a long time since being kissed so passionately. It was no good saying no, as her mouth was too busy. She tried to push him away. She froze, unable to move, startled like a frightened rabbit. Suddenly she remembered “Fake resistance” , it jolted her as she understood the meaning. She will have to put up a show.
"Stop it!" she murmured around his tongue.
One of his hands wasn't round her back as she thought. It had slipped into the gown! If it were an accident, or not, it didn't matter. It was terribly wrong. His hand cupped her breast. Her bare breast! His fingers began to play with a nipple, teasing it, pinching it.
She tried to stop the unwelcome groping, only her hand was on the outside of the gown. She scrabbled at it, trying to get at his hand. The front was held tightly closed where he was leaning on it, pulling it tight around his hand.
"Let me go!" she wailed. The muffled words were ignored.
Both hands went to his shoulders to push him away. There was no strength in her arms. He was a strong kid, and she was a housewife, unused to wrestling with strong young men. Although thirty-eight, she had a good body and she was aware of it as she had worked hard to keep slim and fit. After all she had clients to maintain.
It wasn't his strength, it was her fake resistance preventing her from pushing him away. He hadn't exactly forced himself on her, as she had inadvertently invited him to kiss her. With anguish she realised she was acquiescing to the delicious sensations. This was all wrong! She should be fighting him off! Her arms felt so weak, she let them fall over his shoulders.
"Please, Sidharth," she moaned.
Her head slightly turned to one side, all the easier to seal their lips together. Her tongue began to slip around his, dueling lightly, playfully, and seductively. Ignoring his naughty hands she concentrated on his tongue. It had invaded her body, seduced her, and now had her at its mercy. Her lips and tongue twisted around his, devouring him in return.
"Oh! Sidharth!" she whimpered.
He slid the gown off her shoulders; just enough to let his other hand squeeze into the gown. Both hands played with her breasts. The light touch of his palm brushed her hot flesh. Finger tips teased her nipples. Feeling them grow long and hard, he pinched them. One, then the other. He continued to rub them between his fingers, then again one was pinched, then the other.
"Please don't," she implored.
She began to anticipate the slight pain in her nipples when he pinched them. Rolling her shoulders lifted a breast up to him, as though she were helping. Little moans were felt as vibrations in their mouths, rather than heard. Delirious from an onslaught of sensations bombarding her mind, nothing could be done to resist. Her body respond automatically to his intense seduction.
"No, Sidharth. You mustn't," she tried to say.
The feather light touches upon her thighs were easy to ignore. They weren't real, nor happening. Nevertheless, her body reacted to the sweet caresses.
Her head spun from sensations assailing her mind. Her body vibrated with sexuality. She tried to deny it, but knew full well his fingers were dancing over her thighs. She tried to pull them together. Lifting her legs up, she fell back onto the arm of the sofa. Her lips parted when he at last let go, allowing her to breathe deeply. She sucked in badly needed air, in gasps.
"Stop it, Sidharth, please," she begged.
His weight pushed her body down into the sofa, ensnaring her arms. Her head was propped against the arm of the sofa, also trapped.
"No! You mustn't," she whispered, on a hiss of breath.
He moved up her body to kiss her. At least those devilish hands had let go of her private parts. None had touched her sex, except her husband. She turned her head away to avoid falling once again into his trap. It was no good, her body was too attuned to his touch. It cried out for him. She could see her gown was open at the front, with her breasts looking as though they were on offer.
"Please stop, Sidharth. You don't know what you're doing to me," she moaned.
She could do nothing to stop him, for her arms were trapped underneath her body. Her breathing was so deep and ragged, she could hardly talk.
Her eyes opened wide, looking wild with fear. She looked between them, as though she might see his hands lower down. Instead, he was leaning on them, taking part of his weight from her. Still she couldn't move. Now from fear! It wasn't her imagination. Something touched her down there, between her legs!
"Oh! No!" she yelped.
She tried pulling her knees together, clapping either side of his legs. All she had achieved was to clasp her legs upon his strong, powerful thighs. He was lying between her legs, keeping them separated. When he pushed forward she cried out!
"No! Please, no. You can't do this, please," she begged.
She hefted her hips up with all her might, attempting to throw him off the sofa. Instead, her legs slid up either side of his. She felt the head of his cock pierce her soft, hot flesh. She had unintentionally thrust her sex at him! She had impaled her body on his cock!
She turned her head back to him, looking in his face, seeing there a smirk of conquest. All he had to do was relax his arm muscles to lower his body, and his cock would penetrate her further.
"Please, don't. It's, wrong!" Mily stammered.
"You seem to have enjoyed it so far Mily Aunty," he grinned.
Her lips flapped uselessly on unutterable words, from the realization he was right. She was trapped under him, unable to escape!
"We mustn't, it's wrong. Please don't do this," she cried. "I didn't mean to kiss you," she weakly said.
This young guy had physically and mentally disabled her. All he had to do was lower himself into her unresisting body. It was dreadful to think how open and ready she was. How awful was she to be so easily worked up by him. Even now her body was aching for him.
"Please don't. I'm a married woman, I can't do this, it's wrong!" she croaked.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. She was searching for a sign of compassion. Could this callous youth possibly understand what he was doing to her?
She felt him move. For a moment she thought he was pulling away from her; rejecting her. The sudden painful thought threw her off balance. How could she be aggrieved by the thought of him pulling his cock out of her sex?
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you kiss me. It's my fault. Please let me go," she murmured.
She felt him settling onto her, not with his full weight, but with a purposeful push of his hips. He was toying with her! Not only with her body, but with her feelings, and mind. His cock settled into her, pushing carefully, fractionally further inside. She heard a gasp, as though it were somebody else far away.
"We mustn't do this. There's others to think about. Let me go, please," she whined.
Knowing he was playing her like a toy didn't help. She was unable to withstand the torment of being wound up without release. She felt him push a little deeper. Any moment she would snap, and thrust up at him with all her might. Was that what he was doing, holding back to frustrate her?
"Stop it now, please! I won't say anything to anyone. Just stop, please," she groaned.
Ever so slowly his cock invaded her vagina. Deeper, and deeper, she felt it penetrate. As much as she wanted to thrust up at him, to reach the inevitable, it was impossible to move. The look of satisfaction on his face had her mesmerised. It was difficult to look away, or even close her eyes. The mocking expression told her he had her, and wasn't letting her off lightly.
"Do it!" she challenged.
The feathery light voice was strange in her ears. The awful words betrayed her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he nonchalantly asked.
His words were clear, her mind was not. It swirled with lust and outrage. How could she allow this young boy to take her. What choice did she have? She felt his cock nudge her so very deep, she gasped with a pathetic whimper.
"Yes! Fuck me," she loudly declared.
He rose up, pulling up, and up, until she feared losing the hardness that was so desperately needed. He plunged down inside her body, seemingly filling her entire body with cock. She whimpered again, when he pushed against her cervix. It was an unusual feeling, yet not unpleasant.
"Fuck me! Oh! Fuck me hard," she wailed.
The rhythm settled into a steady pounding of her vagina. With every downward plunge, his hips hit hers, and his cock hit deeper inside than ever experienced before. With every pounding of his cock, she responded with an animal like wail.
"I'm nearly there, don't stop now!" she whined.
When he pushed home and held still, she knew he was ready. Surprisingly, so was she. He began to judder, and his legs pressed hard into the sofa. His cock powerfully expanded, and he thrust hard into her, with all his might. She imagined feeling him ejaculate, with splashes of hot cum spurting directly into her womb.
"Fill me up! Oh,! Fill me up!" she cried out.
He dug his toes into the sofa and pushed hard. The head of his cock pressed tight against the entrance to her womb, as he cum again, and again. She had never felt a penis so deep, or such a powerful spurt of sperm. Her orgasm started before him, and continued still. So sensitive was her body, that she felt the slightest twinge of his cock.
"Yes! Oh! Yes!" she hissed.
On reaching the end of an orgasm, it built again! A third time took her completely by surprise. Eventually her whole body collapsed, from the emotional tension, finally leaving her exhausted and replete. She lay there like him, breathing heavily.
Recovering first, he pulled the gown away from a nipple with his teeth, and sucked it into his mouth. She opened her mouth to complain, but either she was deaf, or no sound emerged. She lay quietly watching him suck on an over sensitive nipple, while he tried to engulf as much of a breast as possible. Again he was playing with her body, only this time she smiled with pleasure.
She wanted to ask him if he loved her. The silly notion was quickly dismissed. She cleared her throat.
"We shouldn't have. I shouldn't have let you," she hesitantly said. It sounded pathetic, so she gave up.
Her arms were still wedged underneath her, and he was too heavy to budge. It was embarrassing feeling his wet cock against her thigh. Something had to be done, as difficult as it was, something had to be said.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he smiled, then went back to sucking on her breasts. He had both of them out, playing with one, then the other.
"You shouldn't be playing with a stranger’s  breasts," she quietly stated. The nonsense statement almost made her laugh.
"It's wrong to suck on your breasts, but alright to make you cum?" he mocked her. He flashed her a bright smile, then sucked loudly on a nipple.
"No! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you do anything to me. It was all wrong, and all my fault," she said, sounding sorry for herself.
"We both enjoyed it, so, don't worry," he smiled. "Sonali did tell me that you are amazing" he calmly stated.
The serious look on his face made her heart flutter. It's just the after affects of an orgasm, she told herself. There was no way she could be flattered by the remark. He was just an adolescent, making it up. It was silly to feel pleased that he had been taking notice of her, though the illicit satisfaction was difficult to shake off.
"You're playing with me again," she said, about his words, not about what he was doing to her breasts. He began to kiss his way down from her breasts. A hand held her in place, while his lips and tongue teased her belly. He carried on.
"No! Please! You mustn't. I'm not a toy to be played with," she complained.
She struggled, though not enough to get free. There was enough of an excuse that he held her down with his hand on her chest. Lips sucked and kissed lower with every touch. On reaching her sex, the nips and bites diverted to her thighs. Now the lips and tongue were jumping around, so she couldn't anticipate the next touch.
"No! Please! Let me go," she weakly spoke.
Before she could firm up her voice, he took hold of her lips, to nip them with his teeth. She squealed in delight. He pushed exploratory fingers inside, to feel how open she still was. She began to leak, yet he still probed and explored. He hadn't seen a woman's sex up close, and found it fascinating. She hadn't let anyone explore her like this, ever. It was embarrassing, and all the more so that she was leaking his sperm.
"Stop it, please. We've got to talk," she implored him.
He reluctantly rolled off onto the floor. He pulled her on top of him, and held her tight.
"Kiss me," he demanded.
"No! You've had your way with me, isn't that enough?" she crossly spoke.
"I'll kiss you then," he said, and did so.
She defiantly kept her mouth tightly shut. He sucked on her lips, bit them, then travelled around her neck with a thousand kisses and licks. She grabbed his face and kissed him full on. It lasted for awhile. Coming up for breath she looked at him seriously, then shook his head.
"I'm a married and a mother . You can't just barge into my home and take me." she tried to look serious.
"You know what I mean!" she firmly said, only to laugh along with him. "It was nice, more than nice. " she said, with a voice running low, as she realized she was a cheat.
She had cheated on her husband many times and now with this young lad. Her forehead dropped onto his chest.
He slapped her bare ass.
"Oww!" she protested.
She still wore the gown, but it was almost pulled from her body. He noticed she hadn't stopped him playing with her, and hadn't protested too much. She was trying to be adult and sensible. The glow of an orgasm was still affecting her, so it was easy to keep her compliant.
"You enjoyed that so much, I want to pleasure you again," he asserted.
"No! Not now!" she yelped. The glint in her eyes was contradicting the protest.
"When, after a shower?" he laughed.
"I meant no, not ever!" she forcefully said.
He noticed she wasn't fighting him off, or attempting to escape. He pushed her off, and rolled on top of her. He separated her legs with his, and held her still.
"As you can't decide, I'll decide when we fuck," he firmly told her.
Mily groaned, only now realising what she had gotten herself into. This young guy was so much into lust with her.
She knew a great weight would hang over her soon. Once the flush of orgasmic pleasure was over, the guilt would take over. It was already beginning to, with the follow up of self-pity close behind.
"No more! Let me up, I need the bathroom," she ordered.
She didn't hear him follow her. Her troubled thoughts were loud enough to cover his footsteps. Her wet body was glowing in the bathroom light. Reaching into the shower she felt his arms encompass her. He lifted her up, and stepped under the waterfall. His hands were everywhere and way ahead of hers.
 
He soaped her all over. When both his hands cupped her bottom and sex, she gave up. They were interlaced, making it impossible to break the hold on her crotch. The feeling of hands soaping between her cheeks, circling her asshole, between her lips, cupping her sex in his palm, defeated her.
She flung back her head into the spray, and groaned loudly. A fitful orgasm rocked her legs. It wasn't deep, it was like the shower, all over her body, like a rainstorm. His hands carried on playing with her, front and back. He was prolonging the orgasm with fingers probing her pussy, and her asshole.
Every time she thought it was over, he triggered it again.
"No more, please!" she cried out.
Both hands were flat, leaning all her weight against the tiled wall. She began to slide as her legs gave way. He held her up with a finger in her pussy, and another in her ass. As her hands slid down the wall, her ass was drawn upward.
She was only partially aware of the awkward position. She was on hands and feet, with her head in the corner of the shower stall. He slid a finger from her pussy, with another still holding onto her asshole. He replaced the finger with his cock, sliding into her easily. He began to fuck her steadily, while she moaned in time with every inward thrust. It took him a long time to cum, by which time she was delirious.
He held her by waist and pounded her hard. Mily moaned loud and louder until they both came together.
'You must promise me not to tell anyone,' Mily calmly stated as they both dried themselves
'I promise, though, under condition we spend the whole afternoon together,' Sidharth blurted out.
'You can't expect me to agree to that!' she complained.
'Why not. We both enjoyed it,' he bluntly stated.
'It was wrong, and two wrongs don't make a right,' she tried to look serious again.
'One last fling. You're a beautiful woman,' he quietly spoke.
He ran his fingers through her long hair, ending up with a palm cupping her cheek.
You look so delicious, I could lick and nibble you all over,' he whispered in her ear. She smiled , this young guy though seemed young but was quite expert.
She turned her head to face him. There was an intention to tell him to leave, though nothing was said. Instead she let him kiss her.
Lips took over from hands, to caress her face and neck. Hands cupped her breasts. Fingers tweaked her nipples. He was taking his time with a strong determination to seduce her. His strong hands smoothly massaged her breasts. He sucked on her lips, bit her neck, licked and whispered in her ears.
She breathed heavily from the soft words of affection he whispered into a sensitized ear.
She lifted her chin for him to explore her neck. He was kissing his way down to her breasts. Anticipating the caresses to her susceptible nipples was thrilling. Without realizing it, her knees parted. His hands delicately tripped over her thighs, lightly stroking them. So much attention was too much to resist.
His hands wrapped around her bottom to lift her off the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist with her anklet on his skin  rubbing , and he carried her to the dining table. He perched her bottom on the edge, maneuvered himself close, then pushed roughly into her.
The previous gentleness contrasted with the hard pounding he gave her. The rough sex had her moaning with pleasure. She wailed over his shoulder, and pounded on his back with both fists.
'Fuck me hard, Sidharth,' she cried out.
Feeling his legs shudder was a sign of an imminent orgasm. Unable to resist, not wanting to, she climaxed again. Holding him close she wailed lightly, almost sobbing. When he pulled her off the table, she felt his cock slip from her sex. It felt as though it belonged there, and its parting was sorrowful.
He managed to half carry her to the bedroom again. They wrapped themselves in each other. Feeling his hardness pushing at her sex brought her around. Not again! She thought, then felt him enter.
'Sidharth!' she protested.
He hadn't asked, or even warned her! He was simply helping himself to her body. She had never experienced such an audacious act. Her sex was way ahead of her, for it was aroused and ready. She wondered what he had done while she was asleep for her sex to be so wet. His penis was slowly penetrating her vagina, gently pulling back, then repeating the delicious movements, getting deeper with each push.
Her mind quickly caught up to enjoy it.
'Sidharth!' she lightly breathed.
She tried to reach behind to caress him. He had his arms wrapped around her pinning her arms to her sides, preventing movement. It felt as though she were tied up, unable to do anything but accept him taking her. She helplessly lay there being fucked, and was thoroughly enjoying it.
'Faster, Sidharth,' she said.
'Mily Aunty What do you want, tell me how you want it, ' he heavily breathed in her ear.
'Fuck me faster!' she implored him.
This young guy was getting her to talk dirty. This was another first for her, and she wondered again how such a young guy did these things to her. Nearing a climax, she let loose.
'Keep going, Sidharth! Fuck me deep, Sidharth!' Mily begged. Never before she begged anyone like this
She clenched her teeth as though in pain. Her head rocked back, hitting his nose. He stopped moving trying to recover from the pain in his nose. The hesitation in his movements tormented her.
'Please, Sidharth, fuck me!' she demanded.
The pain spurred him on to push with all his strength. He shifted his weight to get a better leverage, shoving hard and deep inside. His cock slid across her clit, drawing a guttural sound from her throat.
'Yes!' she repeated over and over as she climaxed.
Feeling her shuddering body, he knew he could cum now. He spurted his load deep into her. He kept his cock still, forcing it as deep as possible. He was rewarded by her clasping him tight, with strong inner muscles. The tremors subsided as his cock retreated from her.
'Sidharth!' she groaned.
The sound of her voice was warm and tender now. She turned to face him within his lessening grip. She kissed him full on the lips. When they parted she probed him with her tongue. Tingling sensations sensitized her lips, as was the rest of her body, still vibrant from the orgasm.
Pushing herself up the bed, she was able to pull his head into her cleavage. It was comforting to watch him suck on a nipple, then the other.
It was almost 2 pm. Almost time for Mily to leave and get her daughter.
She pushed Sidharth. “I have to go to pick my daughter” she told him. He simply got up and dressed .
He then reached her sling bag and fetched out a thick envelop “For you aunty” he smiled.
The envelop reminded her that she was a whore after all. He reached her again and kissed her again full on lips before going out of room.
Mily lay for a few minutes and then started to get ready for her daily chores.
 

[Uma aananthi]

Earlier story was how a woman who was decent became slut... Tat was interesting... Now really it gets repitative... Going getting fucked coming..

[Uma aananthi]

Now you can make her a fat pig ....... My suggestion is to bring a character who is angry with her want to take revenge on her and he inject drugs inside makes her IQ level less and then at last makes her a fat pig... If you don't make any changes in the story The Story would be a very boring story

[joy2008]

Make her drink piss ass sucking other nasty things

[Mr. Bean]

Do the piercings make her a whore in market. Every time it is going boring just sex. No new things