Adultery Rich girl Jyoti Ruined& Reduced to a Low Class Common Whore

[RRahul]

To get to enjoy her boobs better, he than took his hands off of Jyoti’s hands, and as soon as Jyoti moved her newly freed hands to cover up her shame, she give her a light slap and looked into her eyes and sternly said, “agar mujhe roka toh mujhse bura koi na hoga” (if you try to stop me, than no one will be worse than me).




 Jyoti stared into that stern face and those yellow tiger like eyes and realized that his wasn’t the suave and well conversed man as before but he was a hungry lion and if you try to mess with his food, he will pay you back in the worse way possible. So she merely nodded in agreement with his threat. Imran than took his hands and began as before to mash her boobs like a baker kneads bread. 




He was gently tapping, slapping, squeezing and harshly squeezing and pinching her nipples…. All this while he maintained his oral assault on her areaolas and nipples. This combination was too much and Jyoti began violently swaying her head side to side, she had her eyes closed and was moaning sounds like, “AAAAAAHHHHHHH EHHHHHHHH NNNNNNAAAAAAAA” her hands were besides her and grabbed a handful of the bed cover as she was trying to stabilize herself from under the brute and she was flailing her legs around which were banging on the edge of the bed and producing a “thak thak thak” sound.





 After about 30 seconds of this Jyoti arched up her back, even lifting up the massive Imran and shook like a Malaria patient and was experiencing her first orgasm. Many times before she had fingered herself to orgasm but this was totally different, now she was being played like an instrument at the hands of this experienced brute. As she began to calm down from her orgasm her breaths got longer and she became more relaxed. The scene was really something to see. At that instant of pure pleasure and bliss there was no societal or class difference between the two, both were only man and woman.





 Imran was proudly towering over her thinking that if I can get this bitch to orgasm from just boob fondling, what can I do with my finger, or my tongue, or most of all, my cock. Both were panting like a lion. Covered in a sheen of sweat. The sweat dripping off of Imran’s heavy beard onto Jyoti’s massive and mauled boobs now covered in Imran’s dirty pan stained saliva and small bite marks..... As both gathered their senses Imran spoke.




Imran- “kya be, aaya maza?” (Did you have fun?)


Jyoti- was still panting lightly......


Imran- “pani choda?” (did you leak water?)



Jyoti- looked puzzled at what this low class and cheap phrase ment.


Imran- tapping her on her pussy with his hand, “yaha se, pani nikla” (from here, did it leave water”




Jyoti understood that his brute meant that did she cum, well after that earth shattering orgasm, not only did she come, but she could feel that dampness, she was afraid that it would stain her pants and let the brute know to his manipulative success.





Imran didn’t wait for an answer, he already knew what he had done, he already could feel and smell the dampness in the air.
Imran- “kasam se maza aa gaya tere mumme chuske..... doodh nikalta toh aur maza aaya... koi baat nehi, woh bhi theek kar denge” (I swear it was awesome sucking your boobs, but had there been milk it would have been much better, but you don’t worry, we’ll fix that too) he said with a smirk.





Jyoti didn’t quite know what he was talking about, she was still dazed and dazzled by the massive orgasm she had experienced. As she noticed, Imran now stood up and positioned himself on the edge of the bed with both hands on his waist, as Jyoti lay there on her back, bare chested, she wondered, what next.......



Tbc...