Misc. Erotica The Hunt - (A Wife's Adultery Love Story)

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CHAPTER 26: LUCIFER NEVER CREATED HELL.HELL CREATED ITSELF AROUND LUCIFER

PART 3: SINKER 





 
"Awwwww fuckkkkk….fuckkkk so huge. Fuck me fuck me. Make me forget everything, yes, yes, just like that. Make me forget my fiance…make me a cheap dirty whore…yes yes oh goddd…yes yes…\…ufffff that cock …that cock is so fucking big it's ruining my pussy for forever…ahhhhh so fast…oh my gawwdddd…I am gonna cummm.You are the best….You are the best….this is the best dick in the world, and I am your cock slut….right there, yes, yes, that's the fucking spot…..yes yes it feels so good to get fuck in the open by a sexy hunk like you…..cummmmminngggg."

Ashish makes Niana look upwards just like he promised that he would make her look at heaven as he makes her pussy erupt again and again. "Yes, just like I said, you are a common cheap nasty little whore."


"Ashish, stop watching someone from the balcony above…ahhhhh ahhhhhh." Naina complains she has no energy left to physically protest, pointing to the penthouse above Ashish's one.
'Stop bullshitting me. Don't worry, I am not gonna cum inside you. You don't deserve my cum. You only deserve your limp dick fiance's cum."

And he kept fucking her, punishing her, changing her guts just cause she called Shilpa a whore jokingly.
"Stop, pleaseee, someone really was watching.!!!Please!!!' Naina protests pleading.
 
Ashish loses his interest. If she does not want to get fucked he is not gonna force her to get fucked. As long as she is willing and he is in the mood, he will rampage her, but not when she is not.

"Go clean yourself up and get dressed.' Ashish leaves with a powerful smack and laughs, looking at her collapsed body'Hope that ring is still in your ass.". He smacks her ass again, making her squeal in pain.

After 30 mins, They met again downstairs after cleansing themselves in separate rooms. They both are fully dressed.

Naina has heard how tepid Ashish is after fuck session, and she just found it to be true.

"Hello again." Ashish greets her with his adorable, charming yet distant smile.

Naina does not understand. He just brutally fucked her senseless, made her cum multiple times, and used her like a ragdoll. She had the best guilty fuck session of her life. She wanted to taste rough sex before tying the knot with her fiance, and not only this man fucked her passionately at night and reduced her into nothingness in the morning, but right now, he is just acting so impersonal, like it's no big deal.

"It was really good but a little over the top. "She blushes.

Ashish says in a modulated tone, his eyes blazing, "Yes, 'cause I intended it to be."

Naina hesitates. "I don't know whether I should talk about this ."

Ashish waves his hand. "No, do speak freely, my dear." checking his phone.

Naina "I know you just used that Shilpa woman as an excuse to charge up the sexual act."

Ashish's face hardened. He was not faking anything. He meant everything he said and did to Naina, but he was willing to let it slide as they were strangers.

"Yeah, right. How did you figure that out?!!!" He smirks. Women nags after sex with him. They get so clingy.

"Nobody gives his maid that much expensive gift." She says

"What are you talking about ?" Ashish frowns.

"Tenue de Soiree. It was all over your body when you came to bed in the morning. That bottle of perfume costs way above a common maid's pay grade. You don't need to keep up the act." Naina jovially announces, noticing how surprised Ashish looks.

Ashish's head spun.

* yes, that Perfume!!!* 

It was so familiar he smelled it upon Shilpa in the kitchen just a second before dropping ice cream on her breasts.REFERENCE 1,REFERENCE 2

Shilpa must have transferred the aroma when he held her close at the end of her orgasm, he knows that fragrance, but still, he is sceptical. "How do you know it was an original Tenue de Soiree?!!! You could be wrong." REFERENCE 1,REFERENCE 2

"I am a perfumer, Ashish. Although I wanted to be an Aromachologist, I opened my own shop. Here is my shop card. I don't mind a second hook up, "She laughs. "One taste is not enough for the impressive goods you have in your store." Ogling his body with her eyes.

"I knew You were lying about Something. I just could not put my finger on it. I thought it must be your name. Now I know you were lying about your profession.No wonder You did not respond to Adam Smith's invisible hand" Ashish smirks Reference

"Invisible what?" Naina asks, handing her business card to Ashish.

Ashish takes the card "Nevermind. La Erotica?!!!Appealing name."

Nina wants Ashish to agree with her. "Yes, just like us, ain't it?"

Ashish grins. "At night, yes, but there was Nothing erotic about today's morning, babe. I rage fucked you."
That burst Naina's bubble. "I did not disclose my profession cause....."

"You sure it was an original perfume?" he is not concerned about why she lied. Instead, he is more interested in the scent he caught from Shilpa's body.

"Bear with me, alright. At first whiff, its fragrance seems sweet and unassuming. That my lover boy is the black currant and iris top notes. But the scent lingers, and the sweetness transforms into Something sultry, a little naughty, with patchouli and leather emerging and drawing you in. Sounds familiar? You are aware of notes, right?" Naina explains the fragrance of Tenue de Soiree like she can see it with unparalleled professional expertise.

"I lost you at black currant ", Ashish politely smiles, admitting his ignorance. 

All he can think about is knowing about that Perfume somewhere else, even before smelling it from Shilpa. He also cogitates how Shilpa could even afford such expensive Perfume when her family is financially broke.

*****What an odd coincidence. I sniffed some french perfume from a woman, then another woman identified it for me and seemingly, I also knew the name of Perfume and its smell from somewhere else. People say coincidence does not happen. There is no such thing. What kind of dull, boring life do they live, I wonder??!!****REFERENCE

"Lemme explain about notes. There are top notes, then heart notes and ….." Naina enthusiastically explains, trying to prove that she is more than some big cock hungry slut and has other expertise. She was the one who was so uninterested in chit-chatting last night.

It's funny what one night with Ashish made her so open-minded about him once he made her holes gaping open.

"Luxurious apparel and toilet accessories hmmm…." Ashish comments, reading from the card he does not need a lesson in perfumes. He got bigger fish to fry.

"Send some of your girlfriends there. They will love it. Or should I say your personal sluts like that girl Shilpa" Naina giggles.

She does not like the idea of how Ashish just showed no interest in her attempt to present herself as more than a fucktoy.

Ashish looks at her with an expressionless face. "Sure. Do you guys do home delivery?"

Naina confirms, "Yes."

On his mobile, Ashish writes down the address of Shilpa taken from his car gps, "I want you to deliver a dress to this address."

Naina tries to sound like she is delighted "Business is good today. Is it for me?!!"

Ashish hesitates. "Add an apology note to that dress too." He feels immensely guilty about how he treated Shilpa in the morning after he made her orgasm.

Naina's voice melts. "Awww, no need for that. I enjoyed every bit even though it was way too rough."

Ashish smirks. "I am not talking about you. I have sent you an address. Check your phone," looking at his screen.

The smile on her face just vanished, her joy dived down her sore, brutalized throat, the stinging on her boobs reappeared, and the damages that Ashish's cock executed inside her ravaged ass resurfaced. Her engagement ring reminds her that no perfume in Arabia is gonna wash the stink of her ass from it. Like that diamond, her infidelity would remain forever young.

She asks scornfully, "What should I write in the apology note?!!!"

Ashish is nervous. He does not know how to apologize to Shilpa. He has forgotten this sort of stuff. "Just write -wear this dress tomorrow and add Something sweet apology poem or quote, Nothing specific. It should just carry the essence of an apology. I dunno. I am not a bleeding poet. You are the perfumer artistic type. You can write it better. Or simply write "SORRY" ."

Naina asks, "What would be the dress?!!!"

Ashish sighs. "Something pretty and elegant but not modest.Seductive yet sophisticated. Again You are the expert. I can't make up my mind right now."

****Oh man, what she likes, I wonder. This is so cheesy. I make decisions for the company in a heartbeat. Now neither can I pick up words for an apology letter nor a silly little pretty dress?
Probably cause I want her without a dress.Wtf, man!!!??***

Naina asks, "You got her measurements."

Ashish confidently "Yeah, sure. I am texting You". He is cocksure about Shilpa's measurements even though he does not know how to say sorry to her.

Naina further inquires, "The name?"

Ashish "Just Shilpa would do."

Naina's expression changes, *that bitch again*, "I thought some different slut you used. Did not know you were the chasing type. From what I heard, women chase you."

That was the last straw for his patience. She again disrespected Shilpa.

He speaks in a calculated voice, "Ever heard of eggs chasing after sperm coming out of ovary?"

Naina enunciates, "Well, I should get going then?!!"

He does stop her at first from departing.

Ashish smirks. "Wait, did not your bestie, whomever she might be, tell you what I do before women leave my apartment?!!"

Naina blushes. "Oh, that!! Yes, you confiscate their panties." She pauses, then blushes harder "With written confessions."

Ashish slowly comes towards her menacingly, his voice intimidating and deep "Yes, That's right, it's sort of a custom and declaration of consent. Traditions are the most important thing for culture. Now I am going to take your panty away from you for keeping this hook up alive." 

He places his hand on Naina's lower back and pushes her body over the table in front. She gasps but does not protest though her body can't take any more pounding. Her mind just submits to his will.
Ashish pulls her skirt up her ass and pulls down the panty. He throws it in front of her face. "Here is the pen and white paper ."

Naina holds the pen with trembling fingers, unable to stop any of this. "I thought you don't do sex after the session." listening to the unbuckling of Ashish's belt behind her.

Ashish pulls out his cock, already hard in anger. "You should not have called her(Shilpa) slut, I warned you."

He parts Naina's ass. "Write down what I say – I, Naina, soon to be a nameless slut, a cheating skinny whore who sold my soul to Ashish just for his cock. I cummed like a bitch in heat, taking my engagement ring inside my asshole while he fucked my pussy in the open roof with his big cock, but first, he made sure that I puke on his cock while slapping my dirty engaged cunt ….."

Ashish's cock touches Naina's asshole spitting down on his cock, lubing it up. "As long as you can't complete the dictation, I will fuck you."

 And he starts dictating humiliating words for her to write, insulting her to the utmost, and soon a metal sound of dropping pen is heard along with Naina's moan, "Yes yes fuck me just like that…..I am so sorry for calling her(Shilpa) bad names…you are the best….I am addicted to your cock….ahahhhhhhh………."



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 "I feel her. I see her.
The sun caught in her raven hair Is blazing in me out of all control
Like fire, HELLFIRE, This fire in my skin
This burning Desire Is turning me to sin
It's not my fault. I'm not to blame
It is the gipsy girl. The witch who sent this flame
If in God's plan
He made the devil so much stronger than a man."

                                    HELLFIRE BY WALT DISNEY (the hunchback of Notre Dame)

While listening to that song with earphones, Rahul is sitting in the reception area of Psychiatrist Dr Parveen's clinic, waiting for his token number to be called.

Sitting there, he weighs the pros and cons of forcing himself upon Shilpa for sex. Every cell of his body wants to pound her holes; her increasing slutiness around him is unbearable for his hormone-filled young body and mind to cope with. His mind dwindles over whether he should r*pe her or not, and he ponders over the idea of such a malicious act.
 
He tries to convince himself

****She deserves to be mercilessly fucked by me. I have every right to destroy her body, every damn right. She took away the most special woman in any boy's life -his mother. Even if I forget about that claim on her body for a while, still there are many reasons to fuck her.

She is a cheating slut who is consorting with her husband's rival. She put a cucumber inside her pussy, lusting for him. She dresses like slut for him. She spreads her holes for him to shove things in her pussy with his hand. She shudders like a bitch in heat in her stepson's arm. She plays with another man than her husband in the pool. She rubs her pussy on her stepson's face. She is a threat to society and to its integrity.

She is corrupting the age-old sacred institution of marriage. She loves to masturbate inside a car without any guilt maligning the purity of our society. She should be abolished from society, from the country, for bringing chaos. Religions should denounce this God-forsaken woman. She is a cheap nasty whore, and she should be punished for that.

I will punish her for defiling our society, Religion, and tradition. She does not care about anything orderly. She must be taught a lesson in the only language she understands- filthy sexual way.I will r*pe her tonight.........***

And Rahul's radical thought train continues its journey, and the weightage towards committing such a sordid crime by his own cock gains more points than sparing Shilpa from such a murky scheme until it gets derailed by the receptionist's voice.

 "Mr Rahul Dixit no.5", The receptionist announces.

'Here." Rahul raises his hand.

"You may go inside now." The male receptionist speaks.

Rahul enters Dr Parveen's clinic room chamber.

"Twice a week?!!! Are you alright?" Dr Parveen looks concerned.

"Can't you employ some pretty girl in the reception? Looking at a brooding male is such a bore-fest for youngsters." Rahul complains.

"A sight for the sore eyes, is that what you seek today?" Parveen teases him.

"No. I want to r*pe." Rahul looks straight at her, coming clean.

"What?!!" Parveen is shocked.

"You heard it correct. I want to r*pe ." Rahul blatantly confesses but does not disclose the identity of his victim.

"Are you out of your mind?!!! You can't r*pe her." Parveen tries to restrain his desire.

"Of course I can. I lust after her. My cock wants her so I can r*pe her." Rahul delivers his first point.

"Don't be ridiculous. You are off your meds. Are you still taking Veniz -Xr and Nexito plus?", Parveen scoffs him off.

"I am not. If someone wears skimpy clothes titillating me sexually, I have every right to bang her." Rahul remarks confidently.

"Who put that idea in your head?!!!" Parveen frowns.

"Everyone. Respect women like you do your mother and sister. See them in the eyes of your mother and sister. What if I can't see my mother and sister in her?What if I only see a whore cause she is wearing Something which our culture strictly forbids them to. They are not only ruining our culture our Religion too. They are also lulling men, destroying the country's youth and corrupting our minds. Don't give me that crap that evil is in me, and I have to endure this slut parade day after day. A man got a limit. They want to get fucked. That's why they are wearing those slutty dresses, and r*pe is the only answer to shut up their holes forever."

 Parveen looks at him for a few seconds. "Many animals around you are products of r*pe hens, cats, dogs, penguins, horses etc. etc., there are so many. But we are not blaming them. Why?"

"Cause they are animals." Rahul puffs.

Dr Parveen explains, "Yes, we are animals too but an unique one. Empathy Rahul. Empathy is Humanity's greatest boon and greatest bane. The robust ability to feel and understand other's emotions separates us from other animals... But unfortunately, our empathy also makes us criminals. We know exactly what the abused person is going through when we torture them. Yet we do it anyway to satisfy our Desire. Empathy is why our pre-meditated killing is murder, and our non-consensual intercourse is r*pe. Other animals get a clean chit there. We do not. Our crimes are true crimes."

Rahul argues, "I only feel apathy towards my would-be victim's sufferings."

 Dr Parveen tries to sway him ".Ever seen a female cat's neck after mating? The male holds her down while forcing upon her tearing the furs from her neck and his barb-like penis penetrates her. Animals are not aware of the pain their female counterparts are enduring. That is their excuse, a great one. What is your excuse for inflicting such excruciating mental and physical suffering on females when you are precisely aware of her pain during the deed but doing it nonetheless? Only humans engage in sex for fun other than primates. Any other animal does it for procreation ."
Rahul says with hatred filled voice, "Don't care about cats. I just want to have fun."
 
Dr Parveen is persistent ",If you are thinking of r*ping someone, you are doing it for cruel fun, dehumanizing yourself using your empathy as a tool for corruption. Do you really want to be a mindless animal, Rahul?!! Man's Humanity must be greater than his inhumanity. Otherwise, there is no point in letting a cruel predatory species like humans to let on live."

Rahul shrugs," Atleast I would be happy ..."


Dr Parveen chimes in, "You forgot about what follows next- The guilt.Guilt the most useful and useless emotion of all. Useful cause Guilt keeps us morally correct and useless cause it will eat you from inside. I know you, Rahul, can not live with guilt akin to cancer inside you for the rest of your life." 

"What about slutty dresses? Why does she get to have fun teasing everyone, and I suffer watching her in that?" Rahul represents his second point.

"Simplicity is the first principle. Read some Marcus Aurelius, Rahul. You need some stoicism right now. We covet what we see every day. We desire whatever we perceive with our sensory organs."

 That went over the top of Rahul's head. He presents his third point "I don't get it?"'

"You don't want to bang her for sex. You want to breed her if a skimpy dress is what makes you fall for her. So you find her promiscuous and promiscuous women have a better chance at survival, like women find stronger, taller, shrewder, narcissistic males more attractive as they got a better chance to survive. But things have changed. The brain is the new sexy if you have managed to create wealth using that in this modern information age.." Parveen explains.

"What About tradition? What about religious values? Ain't she violating those by wearing scanty dresses and showing off her Desire for sex openly?" Rahul places his third point in the boiling discussion pot.

Parveen smiles and recites verses 

""" "lord Krishna what about tradition then?!!!

Krishna smiled at Vishma. "Tradition is like a mango fruit, Pitamaha. Very few like it when it's green because it tastes sour.But when the mango fruit gets ripe, it tastes so sweet that everybody loves it, accepting it with open arms.But when the fruit is rotten, nobody eats it, and neither it's of any use to anybody."

Vishwa sarcastically asks Krishna, "Who will decide When the fruit is rotten? You will, Vasudeva?"

Krishna's expression hardens and warns Vishma ominously, "Time, Pitamaha. Time will decide which tradition is rotten, and in this circle of time, you have to choose which side you want to be." """"

Parveen pauses, "Nothing can stop an idea which's time has come. If women are wearing such dresses today, then clearly, its time has come. The sound you hear when two ideologies clash is the sound of freedom. You are hindering someone's freedom."

“Sikhs read Mahabharata?!!! And a woman of science quoting Religious texts? "Rahul raises an eyebrow at Dr Parveen Kaur.

Dr Parveen smiles, "Religion is in the fabric of Indian society. So how can I treat patients if I don't know which way of life influences them from Childhood? Even Dr Robert Oppenheimer quoted Gita after the detonation of the Atom bomb -' Now I became Death, the destroyer of the world. Religion is for the soul."

'What about that mother and sister thing? What if the woman is exactly the opposite of how pious our mothers and sisters are ." Rahul asks about his fourth point.

Parveen thinks and says, "Do you know why two adult male tigers do not live in the same clan?"

 Rahul smiles. " Duhh!! cause the male tiger wants to fuck all the female tigers."

Parveen nods her head negatively. "Yes, apparently, it seems so. But the real reason is the male tigers part ways so that they don't commit inbreeding, even if they don't know about it.
Incest Rahul, nature instilled the program inside us to avoid it, and it appears like sibling rivalry to us. Open the Wikipedia page and read over 100 diseases that will plague an inbred child.
Do you really wanna see your mother and sister inside your potential sexual partner ??. Don't be ridiculous. Respect them as your mom and sister; just don't imagine such absurd things."

'
"Say whatever you want. These women are not to be respected like mothers and sisters." Rahul finds Dr Parveen's explanation a little bit weak.

Dr Parveen firmly disagrees," This is the most patriarchal misogynistic view Society holds about women that we are some kind of innocent angelic being. Innocence means ignorance. It does not mean someone who has not committed a crime; everyone does Something bad eventually. Characteristic ignorance is a juvenile trait. Highly Patriarchal Society refuses to treat adult women as adults as if they want women to stay in their teenhood. This is a sick perversion. It is similar to pedophilia."

Rahul snorts, "I don't know how you see that we live in a patriarchal society. The more I look around, I only see women calling all the shots. They are privileged and pampered. Forget that. What about our culture?"

 
Parveen immediately dismisses him "R**e-culture is not a culture. It's an abomination. Culture will die if you don't or can't share it, as Gandhi puts it.. And if your culture is teaching you that you can't express your natural sexual interests, then you will end up like Pakistanis did. They are no.1 in the world at watching camel sex, goat sex porn as in their culture sex is taboo, but their human mind found a way to cope with the situation by indulging themselves in abnormal things." Parveen laughs at the end.

"What about open flirting giving sexual signals?" Rahul asks.

"The burden of childbirth will always befall upon the female kind.No matter how much you try to say yes, yes, you understand, you understand shit about that biologically programmed responsibility. There is a reason girls develop their fluent speech ability long before boys do. Women are meant to socialize through flirting in search of a suitable partner" Parveen breaks down her points.
 
"OK.Well ......" Rahul was about to ask about his next point.
 
"Why do you wanna r*pe your stepmom?" Parveen finally comes to the point.

"She is not my stepmom anymore. I call her by her name now, Shilpa. It's a long story. I don't wanna bang her. I wanna have sex with my girlfriend."

  Rahul lies cause Parveen knows why he could harm Shilpa.

"And she wears compromising dresses, in your opinion? But I think you are considering the idea of non-consensual sex cause you are being rejected. Men can't handle rejection as their primary goal is to spread their genes as much as possible. It's a biologically driven urge ." Parveen speculates . She is kinda relieved that the person is anyone other than Shilpa, she knows how much Rahul hates Shilpa, so the possibility of the Shilpa being a r**e victim of Rahul was high.
 
"Yes, but my gf does not wanna do sex, says it disgusts her. She said she did not feel the sexual urge. I considered forcing myself on her for sex." Rahul lies, but he admits he is pissed off cause Shilpa rejected him repeatedly while committing slutty deeds around him, which must have hurt his ego.
 
"Yes, many women, as well as men, do find the act of sex disgusting. I have some patients too." Parveen says

"So there is a cure?" Rahul reluctantly asks.

"Yes, there are some F.D.A.-approved drugs which I prescribe for such mental problems, such as flibanserin. It helps women to get interested in sex." She pauses. "Mix it with viagra. It will be a definite sexual simulator. Although viagra is for men, it acts the same in the female body," Parveen mischievously says.

"Have you taken those for yourself ?" Rahul asks, noticing her expressions 

"Yes. It's fun," Parveen giggles.

"Oh!!!! Can you gimme some?" Rahul tries his luck. He wants to apply it to Shilpa. It's certainly a better option than r**e.

"Nope. Not until I see the patient," Parveen says sternly. She is no fool.

"yes, of course," Rahul looks disappointed.

'But I can show you how it works" She bites her lips

'That's better." Rahul grins

She takes a strip of flibanserin, viagra, and physician samples from her drawer and takes one of each. Give it some time."

'Who am I Today? Last time I was the low-life carpenter," Rahul asks, grinning.REFERENCE

"Mmmmm. You are the door-to-door salesman today. Lock the door." Parveen orders.

"Oh, Yes !!" Rahul Knows Parveen got the kinky taboo about the thrill of almost getting caught. Last time, she lied, pretending that her husband was upstairs while they fucked against the front door and then her watching the e-rickshaw driver while he ate her pussy.REFERENCE

So hearing that, Parveen bites her lips. "What are you selling today, Mr Salesman?"

Rahul scans the table in front of him and picks up a pen. "I sell Pen, Madam ji."

Parveen bats her eyelashes at him under her specs. "Sell me that pen Mr Salesman." And puts her legs on the table, spreading her legs, sliding her skirt up to her upper thigh, exposing her stocking-clad long legs.

Rahul gets down on the floor and crawls towards her looking at her crotch from below. "Tell me, what kind of pen do you like, Madamji?"

Parveen licks her lips and puts her own hand on her pussy cleft. "Long, hard and sleek. I like a handsome pen."

Rahul reaches her pussy and carefully removes the panty from her pussy mound. "But I only sell Fountain Pen. I am one of the old-fashioned ones." he throws the panty on the table.
Parveen presses her lips, watching Rahul eyeing her trembling pussy. "That must need ink."

Rahul looks at her and smiles. "Yes, lots of ink. Hold tight I am going to open the fountain of ink now."

Saying that his tongue touches her clit, circling it around until it sweeps up in front of his eyes, making Parveen whimper. "The ink looks precious. You must not spill any." looking at the pearl drops trickling from her slit.
Rahul smooches her clit, thrilling her body, "Not a single drop ", and takes the clit between his lips.
 
"uffffff…Are you getting quality ink, Mr salesman?" Parveen rubs her ass on the chair and squeezes her own boobs over her shirt. She does not want to remove the shirt as the door is unlocked.
Rahul nods affirmatively, sucking her clit, sending pleasure pulses throughout her body, making Parveen buckle her hips as she soaks her labia with fresh cunt juice.

Rahul withdraws his mouth. "The quality is improving. It's getting denser." he laps her pudenda, making her rotate her neck in pleasure. "The aroma is richer." 

He spreads her pussy lips, making her blush a little "But the demand for this ink is very high anybody can come knocking on the door unannounced if You cheer loudly about the secret ink stash ", teasing her about the patients waiting just outside this room.

"Then I must keep mum on", Parveen paints a naughty smile on her face.

"You can try. "Rahul licks her honey from his upper lips and drives his nose inside her warm hole, making her throw her head backwards, thinking about what would happen if anybody came inside.

"Ahhhh ", She moans in a low tone as Rahul takes her clit between his teeth and uses his tongue inside his mouth to strum her strut clit, making it engorged and bolster this stimulation by pushing two fingers inside her pussy, making Parveen put her hand on her mouth desperately trying to keep the noise down.
 
Rahul grabbed Parveen's curvy ass cheeks with his other hand and pulled her closer. Then, with no warning, he immediately began assaulting her tortured clit with his mouth.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!" Parveen cried out in low prowl.
Rahul repeatedly licks and sucks on Parveen's pleasure nub and finds her g spot, which is so familiar to him after all these years and starts massaging it vigorously, making her pussy ooze tons of sticky juice on his mouth.

"OH FUCK!!" Parveen moans on her hand with insane pleasure as the orgasm is about to hit. Her hips were pumping obscenely into Rahul's face as he licked and sucked on her erect clit, her pussy dripping anywhere and everywhere as the milf psychiatrist surrendered completely to the primal desires consuming her.



Rahul could feel Parveen's pussy contractions on his tongue as he sent her over the edge again. Parveen bit down on her hand and threw her head back, making the face of a noiseless scream, hardening all her facial muscles and looking breathlessly at the ceiling. "ohhh goddd!! I cannn't stoopp ccuummming !!"

The mature, figured lady doctor gets so turned on, knowing her career could just be over if anyone enters. As she watches this young college boy slurp on her pulsating pussy as he unleashes an onslaught of pleasure unleashed upon her.

Finally, after pulling a few more beautiful silent screams of orgasmic bliss from the married milf doctor, Rahul backs her down from her euphoria, thoroughly enjoying making love to her pussy with gentle licks, sucks, and kisses. Her hips continued pumping in short quick thrusts as if her pussy still wanted more, and her beautiful body was twitching in little orgasmic aftershocks.


Rahul got out from under the table skirt and stood up next to her.

"Oh...my...god..." Parveen's lips quivered as she spoke. "Did you got all the ink Mr Salesman" giving him serious fuck me looks as she primed now for intercourse?

"Yes, Madamji. There is an offer buy one get one free "Rahul pull down his zipper, and while freeing his cock and balls, he asks, "Would you like to avail the offer? Just you need to fill up the pen again, "holding his cock just above her lips now that he is standing.
 
"Oh, such a handsome offer. I like this pen, just like I want. Lemme fill it up for me now that I have seen how to fill ink from an expert like you. Allow me to return the courtesy. You just sit back and watch." Parveen greedily kisses his cocktip and slowly pushes her lips down, looking into Rahul's eyes, soaking his entire length at once, then withdraws her mouth only to admire the glistening.
 
 
"Madamji, don't waste the ink of the ink-pot below; why don't you transfer the excessive leakage into your back storage?" Rahul teases Parveen, and she obliges his wish taking her cunt juice from her vulva, trailing against her perineum all the way to her anus, wetting that puckered hole with the thrill of getting caught earnestly as she seats down, resting her shapely ass on her revolving chair while spreading her thighs wide apart letting the wind kiss her aroused exposed physician pussy.

 She looks up to Rahul and places her red lipstick-clad blowjob lips on his cock head, licking the precum with her tongue while sucking the precum that his cock has oozed from his Peehole.

Parveen spits on his young cock head, making it moist, then she smiles at Rahul and puts her mouth directly on the sensitive spot behind his cockhead and starts sucking that particular spot until she feels his cock grows larger in her petite hand and his veins start to become prominent in front of her eyes.

Satisfied with the effort, she sucks the second flow of his precum from his cock and starts swallowing his cock, parting lips sliding down until his cockhead rests inside the back of her throat, and her eyes burst out, having a little difficulty adjusting around his girth. She stays like that for a while, squeezing his cock with the narrow canal of her throat.

Rahul can see it from outside while showering his cock with his saliva, creating a lukewarm environment and giving his cock the feel of home inside her mouth until her breathing goes harsh & her face turns red, eyes blurry. 
 
"That's enough. This pen is saturated." The way she squeezes his cock at the back of her throat, he is gonna cum soon and also, he does not want to ruin her make-up in her workplace. He respects her for all the help she has given him.
 
Parveen withdraws her mouth from Rahul's cock delighted by her oral skills, and takes his balls inside her hands. "OUUUU It's really full, such a unique ink-pot, warm and spasming. So alive with a promise of life, "toying with his young balls, feeling its contraction, watching Rahul's face flinch in sensation.
 
"I want you to show some samples of how well the pen writes." Rahul proposes.
 
"oh no, I should have this honour first. Why don't you sit down" She gets up from her chair and urges Rahul to sit on the chair.
 
Rahul sits, rubbing his throbbing cock in his hands. "As madamji wishes ."
 
Parveen puts her legs on the sides of his legs, straddling. "It's not a wish. An elder must show the younger the classic handwriting from the verses of old scriptures. "Rahul places his young cock just beneath her, and Parveen's mature pussy swallows it whole inch by inch while their eyes write lust in the air between them.
 
Parveen wraps her and holds Rahul's shoulder while he holds Parveen's back. She starts riding his cock soaking his raised-up cock with the moisture from her lower lips as their upper lips meet in passion swaying their body against each other, both almost fully clothed, behind a wall of a room full of mental patients and here they are consumed in their own lunacy rocking each other's hips to draw pleasure from each other's genitals, giving each other sexually charged glares.

 
 
Soon Parveen starts moaning. Rahul puts the panty inside her mouth without a word. Parveen smiles at him, lustfully chewing the damp panty that must have heated her so much, along with all those pills she took to build arousal inside her. She started to roll her hips like crazy in a circular motion making Rahul grunt, and he could not help up land a loud smack on her rocking ass globes.
 
Parveen starts to shake uncontrollably, digging her nails onto Rahul's apparel as he pinches the impression of her rock-hard nipples under her shirt, her hips sway vigorously, and her muffled moans are actually loud screams inhibited by that panty inside her mouth. Rahul feels her tensed-up pussy trying its level best to milk his cock as her orgasm builds deep inside her vagina.

He takes his hand and rubs that swollen clit of hers, and Parveen collapses onto his body, jerking violently, clenching her arms around him tightly, smashing her boobs on his chest as she rains below.
  
 
"Let me show the style of how Generation z youths like to write on millennials ." and pushes her body up from his cock. “But I need you to hold the table for that. Tables are best for studies." he turns her around, spanking her ass, making her giggle.

Parveen transfers some drool on her fingers, still holding the panty inside her mouth, looking at Rahul with a naughty smile and using it on Rahul's cock to guide it inside. Soon after, They resume their union back and forth on each other's genitals as Rahul holds Parveen's ponytail for light support.

Rahul pushes her body onto the table as soon as he feels her pussy violently, starts to clench and mounts her pussy with newfound spirit.

He places her hand on the buzzer by which she calls the next patient and just turns a notch up the stakes of their sexual roleplay. If she gets distracted, she might accidentally buzz it, calling the next patient or her compounder inside.