Adultery An Indian Marriage by rulerandcane

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"That's ok. Take it all in." Dinesh said, pushing her head down on his cock.

"Guhhh..." She gagged and spluttered. Dinesh released her head and she gasped.

"Want to get fucked?" He asked. She just stared at him with a dumb look not sure what she was supposed to do.

"Today, you do all the fucking. Get up and get your pussy on my dick and do the work. I am going to sit here and enjoy. Also how well you do this one will dictate what I do to you next."

Meeta got up, saliva drooling from her mouth. Dinesh was lying on his back and his cock was all wet and hard. She lifted herself and knew that she had to get his cock insider her. As she started positioning herself, Dinesh ordered.

"Rub the tip of your pussy on my cock. Don't put it in."

Meeta obliged. It has harder to just rub the tip and so she clumsily tried her best. Her pussy was all greased up by the lube and she was feeling a bit wet. She kept reminding her that she should enjoy this.

"Rub it more..." Dinesh moaned.

After a few minutes of the rubbing , Meeta's thighs were tiring. She closed her eyes and tried get into a rhythm. Dinesh watched her intently. His cock was aching and it was getting unbearable.

"Ask to be fucked"

Meeta opened her eyes, a touch startled. She was beginning to enjoy it but the interruption did not help.

"What you mean?" She asked.

"Ask me to fuck you like you asked me to give you panties back today."

"Fuck me..." She almost whispered. This was hard for her to do.

"You can do better."

"Please fuck me..." She tried using please.

"Why should I fuck you?"

Meeta stared. It was him who wanted to fuck her and she wondered why she needed to explain.

"Because you want to fuck me..."

Dinesh laughed.

"You don't want to fuck me?"

"Yes, I do..."

"Then convince me."

"How?" She asked innocently.

"I don't know. You have your pussy, your breast, your mouth, your words. Use them."

She ground her groin on his cock and tried again.

"Please fuck me..."

"Keep trying. I will let you know when you have succeeded."

She continued the grind. His cock felt real hard and she was rubbing some of the gel on his cock via her pussy.

"Play with your breasts as you grind."

She moved her hands to her breasts and played them.

"Close your eyes and squeeze them. Don't stop the pussy grinding."

Meeta obliged. She was putting quite a show now. For a conservative girl from rural India, she was now displaying herself like a porn star. Dinesh let it go for about half a minute.

"Ok, that was hot. You did a great job and your reward is my cock. Put it in and keep grinding."

Meeta guided his shaft into her wet pussy and continued grinding.

"Pump it now. Go up and down."

Meeta used her hands to guide herself. This went on for a few minutes and Meeta was getting tired. She was sweaty all over now. She continued her sexual workout. After another 2 minutes, she slowed down because she was tired. Dinesh sensed that. He decided to give her a break. He lifted her and hugged her but kept his cock inside her. She gasped but relaxed a bit. He lifted her hips and pumped her himself. He rammed into her real hard. This seemed to get her attention and he sensed a bit of arousal on her part. So he continued the momentum.