08-04-2020, 10:28 AM
Jyoti stood in the kitchen with the taste of her son's sperm lingering in her mouth. The tension she felt triggered tears to flow down her cheeks. She turned in a daze and noticed the green light on the coffee machine. The coffee was ready. Jyoti carried the coffee to her bedroom, to Mr. Misra, all the while sniffling and weeping.
"What are you crying about?" Mr. Misra asked when Jyoti entered the bedroom.
"You're ruining my life."
"If anyone ruined your life it's your husband. Don't blame me."
"You really believe that, don't you?" Jyoti asked incredulously.
"Yeah, don't you?"
Jyoti thought about it for a moment and, in a way, it was Ajay's fault. If it hadn't been for his shortcomings none of this would have happened. But Mr. Misra was to blame too. He didn't have to make her do all those perverted things. He was a monster. But Jyoti knew it was useless to argue. She served Mr. Misra his coffee and sat in a chair, silently watching him drink. To her he looked like a king knowing his lowly servant was at his beck 'n call.
After Mr. Misra had his tea, he felt restless. He absentmindedly looked around the room and then his eyes stayed on Jyoti. She was very attractive and he knew she was naked under her nighty. Mr. Misra told Jyoti to remove her nighty which she promptly did. He studied her body, noticing that she was no longer shy when he looked at her nude. She had come a long way since he first made her strip in front of him. Part of him missed her modesty and the humiliation she had felt standing naked before him. Misra’s cock sprung to action.
"Go on, sit on it," Mr. Misra said.
Jyoti grabbed Mr. Misra' cock and guided it to her pussy. She sat down gently, feeling his cock enter her. When it was all the way inside her, Jyoti paused a moment to adjust to its size and then slowly lifted up. Without being told to, Jyoti began fucking her husband's boss.
Mr. Misra looked up into Jyoti's face. He knew she hated having to fuck him, but he also knew that part of her enjoyed it. He had evidently unleashed repressed feelings that Jyoti hadn't known she had. Mr. Misra felt Jyoti's pussy gripping his cock while she bounced up and down on it, increasing the pleasure she was feeling. Jyoti would deny it, even to herself, but Mr. Misra knew she was enjoying the fuck.
Mr. Misra heard a squeak and leaned to the side, looking around Jyoti's bouncing body. He caught a glimpse of someone peering through the now cracked door. When the door was pushed open a little more, Mr. Misra recognized Jyoti's daughter. He panicked for a moment but then realized the girl hadn't screamed. She hadn't left either. Disha was watching.
Mr. Misra thrust up hard into Jyoti and she reacted by crashing down on his cock. Unlike earlier, he did it repeatedly. It triggered something inside Jyoti who began bouncing up and down on his cock so hard and fast that she had to lean forward on her hands to support herself. Jyoti was moaning and grunting as she fucked Mr. Misra' big cock. And then a loud "aaaaaahhhhhh" escaped her mouth as she climaxed.
Disha had gotten up and went to use the bathroom. She had heard noises coming from down the hall and followed them. Standing outside her parents' bedroom door, Disha listened to the sounds. Although a virgin, not counting the dildo she occasionally used, Disha understood what the sounds were. She had never heard noises like that come from her parents' bedroom and, anyway, her father wasn't even home. The high school girl's curiosity got the better of her so she turned the doorknob as quietly as she could and pushed the door slightly open. She held her breath when the hinges squeaked, but looked into the room anyway. Disha wasn't able to see much but, since the noises hadn't stopped, she believed she was undetected. Disha pushed the door open a little more and felt so dizzy at what she saw that she almost fainted.
Her mother was naked astride a man, and since her father wasn't home it couldn't be him. Her mother was bouncing up and down, fucking the man. She was doing most of the work, although the man sometimes thrust up into her. When that happened Disha heard her mother grunt, but then she'd pick up her pace. And when the man became more active, her mother went ballistic. She leaned forward and fucked the man harder. In that position, Disha was able to see the man's cock sliding in and out of her mother's pussy. Disha watched open-mouthed. And then her mother cried out and stopped moving, other than her buttocks clenching.
Disha continued watching as her mother fell forward onto the man. The movement caused his cock to slide out of her pussy, popping out completely. Disha saw the cock spring upwards and then lean back towards her mother's red and swollen pussy-lips. His cock was shiny with what Disha knew to be her mother's juices.
And then, after her mother had been given time to rest, the man whispered into her ear. Looking very tired, her mother shifted and turned around. Disha ducked further behind the door, but did not leave. Her mother didn't look up so Disha inched forward a little to get a better look. She almost gasped when her mother put the cock into her mouth. Disha watched her straight-laced mother suck the cock that had just fucked her. And by the look of it, was experienced in giving blowjobs. But if that wasn't a big enough shock, Disha heard the man grunt and saw her mother's cheeks puff out. The man's ass kept lifting off the bed and Disha knew he was cumming in her mother's mouth. Disha watched in silence as her mother swallowed the sperm. Disha looked at the man but didn't recognize him, then noticed him staring in her direction. She didn't know if he saw her but panicked and dashed down the hall to the bathroom.
"What are you crying about?" Mr. Misra asked when Jyoti entered the bedroom.
"You're ruining my life."
"If anyone ruined your life it's your husband. Don't blame me."
"You really believe that, don't you?" Jyoti asked incredulously.
"Yeah, don't you?"
Jyoti thought about it for a moment and, in a way, it was Ajay's fault. If it hadn't been for his shortcomings none of this would have happened. But Mr. Misra was to blame too. He didn't have to make her do all those perverted things. He was a monster. But Jyoti knew it was useless to argue. She served Mr. Misra his coffee and sat in a chair, silently watching him drink. To her he looked like a king knowing his lowly servant was at his beck 'n call.
After Mr. Misra had his tea, he felt restless. He absentmindedly looked around the room and then his eyes stayed on Jyoti. She was very attractive and he knew she was naked under her nighty. Mr. Misra told Jyoti to remove her nighty which she promptly did. He studied her body, noticing that she was no longer shy when he looked at her nude. She had come a long way since he first made her strip in front of him. Part of him missed her modesty and the humiliation she had felt standing naked before him. Misra’s cock sprung to action.
"Go on, sit on it," Mr. Misra said.
Jyoti grabbed Mr. Misra' cock and guided it to her pussy. She sat down gently, feeling his cock enter her. When it was all the way inside her, Jyoti paused a moment to adjust to its size and then slowly lifted up. Without being told to, Jyoti began fucking her husband's boss.
Mr. Misra looked up into Jyoti's face. He knew she hated having to fuck him, but he also knew that part of her enjoyed it. He had evidently unleashed repressed feelings that Jyoti hadn't known she had. Mr. Misra felt Jyoti's pussy gripping his cock while she bounced up and down on it, increasing the pleasure she was feeling. Jyoti would deny it, even to herself, but Mr. Misra knew she was enjoying the fuck.
Mr. Misra heard a squeak and leaned to the side, looking around Jyoti's bouncing body. He caught a glimpse of someone peering through the now cracked door. When the door was pushed open a little more, Mr. Misra recognized Jyoti's daughter. He panicked for a moment but then realized the girl hadn't screamed. She hadn't left either. Disha was watching.
Mr. Misra thrust up hard into Jyoti and she reacted by crashing down on his cock. Unlike earlier, he did it repeatedly. It triggered something inside Jyoti who began bouncing up and down on his cock so hard and fast that she had to lean forward on her hands to support herself. Jyoti was moaning and grunting as she fucked Mr. Misra' big cock. And then a loud "aaaaaahhhhhh" escaped her mouth as she climaxed.
Disha had gotten up and went to use the bathroom. She had heard noises coming from down the hall and followed them. Standing outside her parents' bedroom door, Disha listened to the sounds. Although a virgin, not counting the dildo she occasionally used, Disha understood what the sounds were. She had never heard noises like that come from her parents' bedroom and, anyway, her father wasn't even home. The high school girl's curiosity got the better of her so she turned the doorknob as quietly as she could and pushed the door slightly open. She held her breath when the hinges squeaked, but looked into the room anyway. Disha wasn't able to see much but, since the noises hadn't stopped, she believed she was undetected. Disha pushed the door open a little more and felt so dizzy at what she saw that she almost fainted.
Her mother was naked astride a man, and since her father wasn't home it couldn't be him. Her mother was bouncing up and down, fucking the man. She was doing most of the work, although the man sometimes thrust up into her. When that happened Disha heard her mother grunt, but then she'd pick up her pace. And when the man became more active, her mother went ballistic. She leaned forward and fucked the man harder. In that position, Disha was able to see the man's cock sliding in and out of her mother's pussy. Disha watched open-mouthed. And then her mother cried out and stopped moving, other than her buttocks clenching.
Disha continued watching as her mother fell forward onto the man. The movement caused his cock to slide out of her pussy, popping out completely. Disha saw the cock spring upwards and then lean back towards her mother's red and swollen pussy-lips. His cock was shiny with what Disha knew to be her mother's juices.
And then, after her mother had been given time to rest, the man whispered into her ear. Looking very tired, her mother shifted and turned around. Disha ducked further behind the door, but did not leave. Her mother didn't look up so Disha inched forward a little to get a better look. She almost gasped when her mother put the cock into her mouth. Disha watched her straight-laced mother suck the cock that had just fucked her. And by the look of it, was experienced in giving blowjobs. But if that wasn't a big enough shock, Disha heard the man grunt and saw her mother's cheeks puff out. The man's ass kept lifting off the bed and Disha knew he was cumming in her mother's mouth. Disha watched in silence as her mother swallowed the sperm. Disha looked at the man but didn't recognize him, then noticed him staring in her direction. She didn't know if he saw her but panicked and dashed down the hall to the bathroom.
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