17-02-2019, 01:00 PM
"You're incredible." Sharma finally said.
I stayed silent. A few moments went by and I felt Sharma hesitantly put his left hand on my shoulder. I did not react. He slowly pulled me close to him. I was now standing right next to him, his arm around me, as we both smoked. Gradually, Sharma moved his hand lower and rubbed my back. I looked at him. His ugly face worse an expression of arousal and trepidation. I guess he was wondering if I would lash out at him if he tried fucking me again. It must have been obvious to him that the first time, he had just been lucky to be in the right place at the right time when Uday was done fucking me. Uday had warmed me up all night and after that, Sharma had swooped in. Now, I had slept, showered, and wasn't drunk any more.
I was wondering about the same thing from my perspective. How far did I want to let him go? A few hours back, I had found even his gaze abhorrent. Since then I had let him see first my boobs, then my cunt in the restaurant, then let him watch as I got fucked, then fucked his dick and finally let him fuck me. I could not deny that I had enjoyed it, thanks mainly to the bent tip of his dick. But where do I draw the line now, sober, cleaned up, and on a balcony? I took a few puffs as I weighed this question in my mind.
By then, Sharma's hand had made a slow and careful journey to the small of my back over the bathrobe's sash. Gradually, he slid it down, and put it over my left butt cheek. Gave it a squeeze, then moved it to my right butt cheek and gave it another squeeze. I kept smoking and looking straight ahead. A moment later, after seeing no resistance or reaction from me, Sharma scrunched his fingers and pulled up the back of the robe. He kept pulling it up gradually until I felt the coolness of the night on my bare ass.
He then put his left hand on my bare butt and gently moved it lower. The back of the robe fell back, hanging over his wrist as his fingers came to a stop on my labia. I let out a low moan with a puff of smoke as his index finger gingerly entered my cunt. Then his middle finger joined it. And he slowly started fucking my cunt with his fingers. It was already far from dry. His actions started getting it moist again.
I grabbed the edge of the balcony wall and bent lover, my boobs resting on the top of the wall through the robe. As Sharma pushed his fingers deeper into my cunt, I let out a whimper. My fingers parted and the almost burnt out cigarette fell down. I bent forward to see it fall on the lush green lawn. I hoped it wouldn't start a fire. Sharma stubbed out his own cigarette on the outside of the wall and threw it down. Then he took a couple of steps and moved behind me.
He took his hand out from under my robe and I let out an involuntary sigh as his fingers exited my cunt. His movements were now more assertive. I felt him raised the back of my bathrobe, exposing my ass again. This time he tucked the back of the robe into the sash and took a step back to admire my butt. I turned my head around and saw his ugly fac wearing an expression of delight as he stared at my fleshy buttocks. I looked ahead again at the shadows of the hills.
SMACK!
He spanked my ass hard and the sound seemed to echo in the quiet night. I flinched and tried to stand up straight, but I felt his left hand on my back push me down. He held me down and them SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK spanked me hard a few more times. I winced at the sting of his spanks.
"I've been dreaming about doing this since the first time you walked out of my office, these inviting buttocks swaying behind you."
"It hurts." I said more as a matter of fact than in complaint.
Four more spanks landed on my ass. Then they stopped. I heard a faint rustle of fabric and then felt the moist tip of Sharma's dick poke against my butt. His left hand was already holding me down. His right hand moved down my ass crack and parted my cheeks. And then I felt his bent tip enter my cunt. Slowly, it filled me up, the angle of the bend again rubbing against parts of my inner wall not used to being rubbed that way.
I inhaled deeply and braced for the fucking to begin. It started at a much more luxurious pace that last time. On the previous occasion, Sharma had opportunistically penetrated me and had impatiently fucked me hard fearing that I might push him off. This time, the build-up had been slow and he knew I was willing. So he was relishing it. He moved both his palms to my ass and fucked me with long slow strokes. Again, I was amazed at how good his strokes felt. It helped that I was not looking at him, although his big belly rubbed against my back and reminded me of exactly who he was.
A few minutes later, his right palm took a break from massaging my right ass cheek and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the balcony wall. He lit one and took a few puffs as he kept fucking me. I was starting to feel more and more pleasure at this fucking, but mindful of being in a balcony, I kept my moans to a minimum. Sharma then put his left hand on my left shoulder and pulled my torso straight until I felt his breath on my ear. He bit my earlobe, a little too hard making me yelp a little louder than I had intended to. Then he raised his right hand and put the cigarette to my lips. I took a puff at the same time as a particularly hard thrust in my cunt and started coughing.
Sharma held out the cigarette for me to take. I took it in my right hand and took a smaller, better timed puff. Meanwhile, Sharma's now-free right hand moved swiftly inside the front of my bathrobe and grabbed my left tit. Squeezing it really hard, he started fucking me a little faster.
"Don't....cum......inside." I whispered in between strokes.
"Still a long way way." Sharma said. Then he put his left hand under my robe to join his right hand, and he grabbed me by my breasts and pulled me even closer. That made me straighten and his dick slipped out of my cunt.
As I took another puff from the cigarette, Sharma's right hand reached for my head and pulled off the towel wrapped around my hair and threw it on the floor. The moist hair fell around my shoulders and Sharma buried his face in it and took a deep whiff. He then turned me around so I was facing him. His ugly features, bald head and yellow teeth flooded my view. He took the cigarette from my hand and took a couple of puffs as he took a step forward, his dick rubbing against the front of my crotch over the bathrobe. He clumsily kissed me and then put the cigarette back in my right hand.
I stayed silent. A few moments went by and I felt Sharma hesitantly put his left hand on my shoulder. I did not react. He slowly pulled me close to him. I was now standing right next to him, his arm around me, as we both smoked. Gradually, Sharma moved his hand lower and rubbed my back. I looked at him. His ugly face worse an expression of arousal and trepidation. I guess he was wondering if I would lash out at him if he tried fucking me again. It must have been obvious to him that the first time, he had just been lucky to be in the right place at the right time when Uday was done fucking me. Uday had warmed me up all night and after that, Sharma had swooped in. Now, I had slept, showered, and wasn't drunk any more.
I was wondering about the same thing from my perspective. How far did I want to let him go? A few hours back, I had found even his gaze abhorrent. Since then I had let him see first my boobs, then my cunt in the restaurant, then let him watch as I got fucked, then fucked his dick and finally let him fuck me. I could not deny that I had enjoyed it, thanks mainly to the bent tip of his dick. But where do I draw the line now, sober, cleaned up, and on a balcony? I took a few puffs as I weighed this question in my mind.
By then, Sharma's hand had made a slow and careful journey to the small of my back over the bathrobe's sash. Gradually, he slid it down, and put it over my left butt cheek. Gave it a squeeze, then moved it to my right butt cheek and gave it another squeeze. I kept smoking and looking straight ahead. A moment later, after seeing no resistance or reaction from me, Sharma scrunched his fingers and pulled up the back of the robe. He kept pulling it up gradually until I felt the coolness of the night on my bare ass.
He then put his left hand on my bare butt and gently moved it lower. The back of the robe fell back, hanging over his wrist as his fingers came to a stop on my labia. I let out a low moan with a puff of smoke as his index finger gingerly entered my cunt. Then his middle finger joined it. And he slowly started fucking my cunt with his fingers. It was already far from dry. His actions started getting it moist again.
I grabbed the edge of the balcony wall and bent lover, my boobs resting on the top of the wall through the robe. As Sharma pushed his fingers deeper into my cunt, I let out a whimper. My fingers parted and the almost burnt out cigarette fell down. I bent forward to see it fall on the lush green lawn. I hoped it wouldn't start a fire. Sharma stubbed out his own cigarette on the outside of the wall and threw it down. Then he took a couple of steps and moved behind me.
He took his hand out from under my robe and I let out an involuntary sigh as his fingers exited my cunt. His movements were now more assertive. I felt him raised the back of my bathrobe, exposing my ass again. This time he tucked the back of the robe into the sash and took a step back to admire my butt. I turned my head around and saw his ugly fac wearing an expression of delight as he stared at my fleshy buttocks. I looked ahead again at the shadows of the hills.
SMACK!
He spanked my ass hard and the sound seemed to echo in the quiet night. I flinched and tried to stand up straight, but I felt his left hand on my back push me down. He held me down and them SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK spanked me hard a few more times. I winced at the sting of his spanks.
"I've been dreaming about doing this since the first time you walked out of my office, these inviting buttocks swaying behind you."
"It hurts." I said more as a matter of fact than in complaint.
Four more spanks landed on my ass. Then they stopped. I heard a faint rustle of fabric and then felt the moist tip of Sharma's dick poke against my butt. His left hand was already holding me down. His right hand moved down my ass crack and parted my cheeks. And then I felt his bent tip enter my cunt. Slowly, it filled me up, the angle of the bend again rubbing against parts of my inner wall not used to being rubbed that way.
I inhaled deeply and braced for the fucking to begin. It started at a much more luxurious pace that last time. On the previous occasion, Sharma had opportunistically penetrated me and had impatiently fucked me hard fearing that I might push him off. This time, the build-up had been slow and he knew I was willing. So he was relishing it. He moved both his palms to my ass and fucked me with long slow strokes. Again, I was amazed at how good his strokes felt. It helped that I was not looking at him, although his big belly rubbed against my back and reminded me of exactly who he was.
A few minutes later, his right palm took a break from massaging my right ass cheek and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the balcony wall. He lit one and took a few puffs as he kept fucking me. I was starting to feel more and more pleasure at this fucking, but mindful of being in a balcony, I kept my moans to a minimum. Sharma then put his left hand on my left shoulder and pulled my torso straight until I felt his breath on my ear. He bit my earlobe, a little too hard making me yelp a little louder than I had intended to. Then he raised his right hand and put the cigarette to my lips. I took a puff at the same time as a particularly hard thrust in my cunt and started coughing.
Sharma held out the cigarette for me to take. I took it in my right hand and took a smaller, better timed puff. Meanwhile, Sharma's now-free right hand moved swiftly inside the front of my bathrobe and grabbed my left tit. Squeezing it really hard, he started fucking me a little faster.
"Don't....cum......inside." I whispered in between strokes.
"Still a long way way." Sharma said. Then he put his left hand under my robe to join his right hand, and he grabbed me by my breasts and pulled me even closer. That made me straighten and his dick slipped out of my cunt.
As I took another puff from the cigarette, Sharma's right hand reached for my head and pulled off the towel wrapped around my hair and threw it on the floor. The moist hair fell around my shoulders and Sharma buried his face in it and took a deep whiff. He then turned me around so I was facing him. His ugly features, bald head and yellow teeth flooded my view. He took the cigarette from my hand and took a couple of puffs as he took a step forward, his dick rubbing against the front of my crotch over the bathrobe. He clumsily kissed me and then put the cigarette back in my right hand.
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