Adultery Only Indian Stories (regularly updated)

[sarit11]

I said, "It was nothing, Sonika" and winced at the almost adolescent break in my voice. She seemed dazed for a moment and then brightened and smiled at me. She took her hand off my belt buckle. She kneeled down and picked up the loose papers which had fallen when she almost did.Sonika popped up before me and said, "It wasn't nothing, Sameer. It was very nice of you. You kept me from falling and you didn't even drop any boxes. I think you deserve a kiss for that." My cock throbbed.

Sonika kissed me on the lips. Her mouth wasn't wide open. Her tongue was inside her mouth; but her mouth wasn't tightly closed either. My mouth dropped open as she kissed me, and instinctively my lips drew hers apart so my tongue could taste them. My body seemed magnetically attached to hers. My arms were wrapped around her back, and my hands caressed her smooth buttocks. Her arms were around my neck, and she pressed against me, her body surging against my booming, blood-engorged member. Sonika kissed me back as her tongue danced into my mouth. It was a whole body kiss, vibrant with a promise of future passion, more intimate than sex. I knew that it was inevitable, that Sonika would beg for me to plunge my hard cock again and again into her dripping pussy, sawing back and forth until we exploded into an orgasmic tidal wave, that she would plead for me to stimulate her with my tongue until she cried tears of happiness, that she would trade anything to slurp my prick between her lips and suck it until it jetted spurts of hot spunk onto her shining face, and that she would rub it deeply into her skin in thrilling lust to become one with my scent and my seed.

I knew the answers to the questions that had earlier haunted me. I knew the taste of her lips, her nipples, her navel, her sweet cunt. I knew without knowing how I knew these things. I knew the feel of her back, her buttocks, her hands cupping my balls, her pussy sheathing my manhood. I knew her cries of ecstasy, they were like her laugh, musical and entrancing, and were as contagious. I knew the sweet torment as my penis grew more and more excited in her warm, soft, wet mouth while her tongue swirled the tip and her teeth calmed its fury with moments of pain, until it could no longer be stilled and the sperm boiled up through the shaft of my penis and splattered into her throat, her vagina, onto her face, her tits, her hands, her arms, her back, her sweat-soaked hair.

All these things and hours more of knowledge came to me in the seconds that Sonika and I held each other tightly, tongues and lips working with a fury of passion to mine and expose the deepest secrets we had. I shifted my hand from her buttocks to her waist, and of its own mind it slid up towards her breast.
We stepped apart and our eyes opened. She looked at me like a deer startled by headlights and shook her head. "We can't go on" she said.I spoke in a monotone, all my emotions stuck inside. "We're ready for it. We have to take the next step, Sonika."
"No!" she said. "We can't just have sex. We have a working relationship. We WORK with each other.""Oh, Sonika. You felt what I felt. We both want it. We both need it. I am going to fuck your brains out, Sonika, and you want to feel my lund fucking your hot little pussy."