A Housewife Or a Whore

[Snigdha]

#7



Her eyes opened as she felt his erotic kisses around her neckline. She felt shy to realize that she was making love to an absolute, almost absolute, stranger on the very same bed where she made love to her husband. The thought vanished equally fast as she felt his dick prodding at her vulva. She promptly adjusted her posture to give him proper access to her cunt. She knew instinctively that he would tease her some more.
 
Aparna: "Don't you dare tease me anymore. I want that cock of yours deep inside me, buried to the hilt."
 
Amit stopped everything that he was doing. He looked at her sexy face and could clearly see that he was losing control. His left hand pushed her hard into the bed as his right hand start to roughly feel her boobs once again. He pinched her nipples with his right hands. Aparna too did the same back to him. Amit growled in pain.
 
Aparna: "What happened? You could not take some pain yourself."
 
She wanted the animal inside Amit to come out in open and so it did. Whether it was for good or bad, would be answered later.
 
Amit: "Your tight little cunt will tear if I put my monster inside. If I rip it in the way you want it, you will have nothing but tears rolling down your cheeks."
 
Amit did not know himself what made his say all this. Aparna did not know how to react but she knew she wanted more of this raw passion from him. Her cunt, mind and brain were on total fire. There was no turning back now and this fact was more than clear to both Amit and Aparna.
 
Aparna did not realize the kind of physical power Amit possessed. He pinned her down properly under his body. Despite her best efforts, she was not able to move much. It gave Amit the extra ego boost of who was in control. It gave Aparna a renewed trickle of juices between her legs.
 
Amit: "Whore, you don't look so classy anymore. Are you as classy as you had imagined yourself to be?"
 
Aparna had a smile which confused Amit all together. She looked so mysterious. The intrigue brought out more aggression in him. He wanted to fuck the hell out of her.
 
Amit placed his knob on the top of her clitoris and let it leak his oozing precum for a few minutes before her went further. Aparna was burning with lust beyond her own control. His aggression was helping her some more. Amit used his finger to rub the precum all around her clitoris. He felt as if he had gained control as Aparna started to moan once again. He rubbed her vulva with his penis (just like he had done before). Once he was satisfied that she is lubricated enough, he gently lowered his knob into her cunt. Aparna whimpered in anticipation of taking his manhood into her privates.
 
Amit: "Don't rush like a whore that you are. Get used to the thickness of the knob first."
 
Aparna was visibly shaken by the use of his words. She blushed and closed her eyes. Amit could not help but stroke her cheeks in admiration. Aparna never felt hornier. Amit pushed in an inch more of his dick. Aparna put a hand on his hips, coaxing him to penetrate her further.
 
Aparna: "If you stop now, I will surely scratch you like a tigress. Just fuck my brains out Amit."
 
It was sweet music to his ears but he knew if he rushed things, he would hurt her.
 
Amit stopped (and asked her): "Let's see if you are a tigress or not."
 
Aparna: "Please don't tease me. I cannot take it anymore. Fuck my tight cunt please."
 
He pushed his penis another inch. It felt so good to see her adjust to his girth in such a sporting way. There was clear reflection of pain on her face along with lust.
 
Amit: "Your cunt tells me that you cannot take it anymore. If I insert more, you might start to cry."