Adultery Indian Social Worker and the Bully by shiprat

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was thinking about all this when Lallan withdrew his dick from my cunt and stood up. I let out another sob as I realized that my hips had involuntarily moved upwards to pull him back in. My body was betraying me.

"Get up!"

Lallan forcefully pulled me to my feet holding my hair. I felt a cramp in my thighs and my knees buckled, making me fall back down.

"I said UP!"

He pulled me up and started dragging me towards the bedroom wearing nothing but a bra that my boobs were spilling out of. Oh god, this man was now going to defile me in the very bed my husband and I slept in. I tried to resist, but he kept dragging me there.

"Please, not in there!"

"No one asked you for permission, slut!" he said and spat at me. A big glob of his saliva hit me on my cheek.

Soon I had been thrown on my bed and then made to get on all fours like a dog. My bra had been taken off, and with it the last vestige of modesty. I had then been entered and fucked doggy style, the bedposts creaking with the motion. I groaned with each stroke as he rammed into me hard. I could see us in the dressing mirror next to the bed. What a ghastly vulgar scene we made, me bent over with with my big tits squashing against the bed and my ass raise in the air. Lallan, short and wiry, but very energetic and pounding me with intensity.

I closed my eyes and tried to will myself to somehow pass out or fall asleep or something, so I would not have to live through this. But my eyes opened with shock as the lout shoved two fingers in my ass.

"AAAAHHHH!!"

"No need to scream, bitch. I know women like you love getting buggered."

The pounding continued as did the anal invasions with his fingers. I hated myself for the fact that my body was responding favorably to him. I didn't want to. My mind didn't want to. But what I saw in the mirror was a woman clearly enjoying the sex, even the fingers in the ass. It was like watching someone else while still knowing there was no one else. It was me. I was being fucked in my own bed by some random slum dog. And acknowledging that somehow seemed to coincide with another orgasm that I had been working hard to stave off. And that made Lallan start cumming too.

The bed creaked even more as the two of us throbbed and grunted to climax at the same time.

Lallan finished pumping the last of his seed inside me, puled his fingers out of my ass, and then rolled over on his side. I stayed on all fours, still breathing heavily, my ass up in the air, and his jizz dripping down the inside of my thighs. Lallan propped himself up on his elbow and started playing with my tits.

"You came twice." he said matter-of-factly.

The tears started again. I covered my face and started sobbing.

"Stop crying." he growled but I couldn't.

It wasn't enough that I had been bangd. But I had actually had orgasms during it. How could that be? How could a worthless psychotic unemployed guy from the slums make me cum the way my handsome caring educated husband never had.

Lallan rolled off the bed and stood up. He went outside the bedroom and for a moment I was relieved, thinking he had left. But in a few seconds, I heard his footsteps come back. I turned my head away and kept my eyes closed, not knowing what he would do next. I was grimacing and bracing for the next indignity. Nothing happened though.