Adultery Madhu's Day Out by OnlineSlut

[sarit11]

Feeling the pace and frequency of his thrusts, I became aware of his impending orgasm. His grip on my breasts had tightened, interjected by frequent kneading and pinching of nipples; his breaths were now heavier and more laborious, I could feel him exhale through his mouth – the hot air brushing against my right cheek; and, as if to top it all, his saliva was dribbling from his mouth, dripping on my right shoulder and travelling down my back.

I made a last ditch attempt to save myself from the ultimate humiliation of having this man come inside my unprotected vagina. Letting go of my hands from the wall, I moved forwards in a desperate attempt to get away from my rapist –w,.'. I succeeded in breaking away from his grip and his penis slid out of my vagina, it was more due to the shock than my strength. The book-w,.' was so deeply engrossed in ravaging my married vagina that he didn't see this coming.

Now, although free from my rapists grasp, I was standing with my back facing the wall, that is, my naked body was facing my enraged rapist, whose anger had reached boiling point.

Before I could even think about what to do or move even an inch, the book-w,.' was upon me.

SMACK! A tight slap left me rooted to the spot.

"Lesson number three, never interrupt a man who is about to ejaculate, you whore!" he raged as he slid his throbbing penis back into my vagina. Now the two of us were facing each other.

"Is this more romantic for you, you bitch?" he said looking into my eyes. I immediately lowered my gaze and my eyes fell upon the front of his body.

Having unbuttoned his shirt sometime earlier, the book-w,.''s bare chest was visible to me. Dark and rough, it was covered with greying hair. I could see small bulges on either side of his chest and his nipples were large and jet black. I repulsed at the ugly sight. His pout belly, also covered with the same hair, was rubbing against the milky white smooth silky skin of my abdomen, he, having resumed the frenzy of his powerful thrusts.

With my head drooping with shame and my eyes crying in pain, I said, "Please don't come inside..."

"Who the fuck cares what you want, bitch! I have spent half my life masturbating to the sight of hot women like you...Do you think that I'll let my seed go waste when I have the chance!" he retorted before I could even complete my plea.

The orgasm, which I had miraculously stalled a few moments ago, was building up again inside the book-w,.', ready to wreak havoc in my married life.