08-04-2023, 10:06 AM
Group Sex Memsaheb fucked by mechanics-2
I got up from my knees and stood up. Slowly walked towards Naresh. Took the bra from his hands and flung it down. Then I turned around, and walked towards Prashant, swaying my hips exaggeratedly, giving Naresh a great look at my butt. I reached the mattress and got down on my knees between Prashant’s spread legs. Bent down and resumed my blowjob.
Naresh did not need an engraved invitation after this. He was out of his clothes in a jiffy and was on his knees behind me. He fondled, pinched and slapped my tight round butt for a while. Then put his finger in my pussy, and chuckled at the wetness. And very soon, ahhh… a cock in my pussy. It had been weeks. After experiencing how an uncircumcised cock feels in the mouth, I was now experiencing one in the pussy. Not too different in the pussy, I must say. But there was much more to Naresh’s cock than just being long and uncut. There was thickness, the sort that I had never experienced before.
It dawned on me now as to why I had let these low class men ravish me. I had experienced sex only with my husband, a sophisticated and genteel lover. His gentle and somewhat timid love-making had begun to leave me unsatiated. Being a cultured and high-class lady, I could never venture outside my marriage to look for sexual fulfillment. Seeing my diminished interest and inclination, my husband sometimes brought Hindi porn books to read together. I think he did it more to arouse himself than to please me. I learnt from these books that rugged working class men were more powerful lovers than the urban sophisticates. When the opportunity came today to experience sex with these two rough and strong mechanics in conditions of relative anonymity, I could not resist the temptation. After all, it will only be a one-time experience. With this justification, I decided to let myself go.
Naresh was drilling me hard and deep. His hand kept moving from around my waist, up my back, playing with my boobs, back to my waist, grabbing my butt flesh and so on. His intense fucking distracted me from my sucking and I was just holding Prashant’s dick in my mouth. Prashant took the lead then. He got on his knees, grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. I was being pistoned hard at both ends, and was experiencing a never-before bliss.
Amidst his loud grunts, Prashant became vocal too, “Aah...! Oh yes ... oh yes! Choos mera lund ... Aur jor se choos, randi! Pahle Naresh se chudwa le. Fir dekhna main teri choot ka kya haal karta hoon. (Suck my cock ... suck harder, slut. Get fucked by Naresh first. Then you will see what I do to your cunt.)”
“Yah kya bakwas kar raha hai too! Memsaheb se izzat se baat kar. Inki kripa se hi aaj hamen yah mauka mila hai (What nonsense are you talking! Speak to madam respectfully. We have got this opportunity today only because of her kindness,)” Naresh interjected. He was trying to be genteel like my husband, but only in words, not in deeds. He was hitting the right spots and at the right tempo.
“Theek kah raha hai too. Agar memsahib kee kripa na hoti to aisa maal hame kabhi nahin milta (You are right. If madam wasn’t kind to us, we would have never got such stuff),” Prashant admitted, in between his strokes in my mouth.
I was unable to contribute to this exchange because my mouth was filled with Prashant’s cock. But Naresh intervened on my behalf without interrupting his thrusting, “Abe, ye oonche darze kee memsahib hain, koi maal nahin hain. Too tameez se maza nahin le sakta (Hey you, she is a high class lady, not some goods. Can’t you enjoy with manners?)”
“Is me to koi shak nahin ki memsahib oonche darze kee hain. Inki to choot bhi oonche darze kee hogi (There is no doubt that she is a high class lady. Her cunt should also be high class)”, Prashant enquired.
“YA ,.'...! YA ,.'...! AAHH... UMMMM… Ohhh Naresh,” I released Prashant’s cock and yelled as my orgasm hit me. I don’t know if Prashant’s words played a role in it, but I had an extremely intense orgasm. I shuddered with pleasure while it lasted.
Naresh had stopped pumping when the orgasm hit me. Prashant didn’t like it. He admonished Naresh, “Too ruk kyon gaya? Chodta rah aur memsahib ko aur maza lene de (Why did you stop? Keep fucking and let ma’am enjoy more.)”
“Too nahin sudhar sakta, yaar. Par shukra hai ki memsahib ko aise lafz samajh me nahin aayenge (You can’t mend yourself, buddy. But thankfully, ma’am won’t understand such words)”, Naresh exclaimed.
“Samajh me nahin aayenge (Won’t understand?)” Prashant said with surprise. He looked at me and said, “Memsaheb, aapko samajh me nahin aaya ki ham kya kar rahen hain?”
“Main sab samajhti hoon (I understand everything),” I replied. Naresh had resumed thrusting when my orgasm passed over. His longevity amazed me.
“To is bewakoof ko bataaiye ki aap kya kar rahi hain (Then tell this idiot what are you doing)”, Prashant said to me.
My orgasm seemed to have taken away my shyness with it. I replied, “Main tumhare dost se chud rahi hoon (I am being fucked by your friend.)”
I got up from my knees and stood up. Slowly walked towards Naresh. Took the bra from his hands and flung it down. Then I turned around, and walked towards Prashant, swaying my hips exaggeratedly, giving Naresh a great look at my butt. I reached the mattress and got down on my knees between Prashant’s spread legs. Bent down and resumed my blowjob.
Naresh did not need an engraved invitation after this. He was out of his clothes in a jiffy and was on his knees behind me. He fondled, pinched and slapped my tight round butt for a while. Then put his finger in my pussy, and chuckled at the wetness. And very soon, ahhh… a cock in my pussy. It had been weeks. After experiencing how an uncircumcised cock feels in the mouth, I was now experiencing one in the pussy. Not too different in the pussy, I must say. But there was much more to Naresh’s cock than just being long and uncut. There was thickness, the sort that I had never experienced before.
It dawned on me now as to why I had let these low class men ravish me. I had experienced sex only with my husband, a sophisticated and genteel lover. His gentle and somewhat timid love-making had begun to leave me unsatiated. Being a cultured and high-class lady, I could never venture outside my marriage to look for sexual fulfillment. Seeing my diminished interest and inclination, my husband sometimes brought Hindi porn books to read together. I think he did it more to arouse himself than to please me. I learnt from these books that rugged working class men were more powerful lovers than the urban sophisticates. When the opportunity came today to experience sex with these two rough and strong mechanics in conditions of relative anonymity, I could not resist the temptation. After all, it will only be a one-time experience. With this justification, I decided to let myself go.
Naresh was drilling me hard and deep. His hand kept moving from around my waist, up my back, playing with my boobs, back to my waist, grabbing my butt flesh and so on. His intense fucking distracted me from my sucking and I was just holding Prashant’s dick in my mouth. Prashant took the lead then. He got on his knees, grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. I was being pistoned hard at both ends, and was experiencing a never-before bliss.
Amidst his loud grunts, Prashant became vocal too, “Aah...! Oh yes ... oh yes! Choos mera lund ... Aur jor se choos, randi! Pahle Naresh se chudwa le. Fir dekhna main teri choot ka kya haal karta hoon. (Suck my cock ... suck harder, slut. Get fucked by Naresh first. Then you will see what I do to your cunt.)”
“Yah kya bakwas kar raha hai too! Memsaheb se izzat se baat kar. Inki kripa se hi aaj hamen yah mauka mila hai (What nonsense are you talking! Speak to madam respectfully. We have got this opportunity today only because of her kindness,)” Naresh interjected. He was trying to be genteel like my husband, but only in words, not in deeds. He was hitting the right spots and at the right tempo.
“Theek kah raha hai too. Agar memsahib kee kripa na hoti to aisa maal hame kabhi nahin milta (You are right. If madam wasn’t kind to us, we would have never got such stuff),” Prashant admitted, in between his strokes in my mouth.
I was unable to contribute to this exchange because my mouth was filled with Prashant’s cock. But Naresh intervened on my behalf without interrupting his thrusting, “Abe, ye oonche darze kee memsahib hain, koi maal nahin hain. Too tameez se maza nahin le sakta (Hey you, she is a high class lady, not some goods. Can’t you enjoy with manners?)”
“Is me to koi shak nahin ki memsahib oonche darze kee hain. Inki to choot bhi oonche darze kee hogi (There is no doubt that she is a high class lady. Her cunt should also be high class)”, Prashant enquired.
“YA ,.'...! YA ,.'...! AAHH... UMMMM… Ohhh Naresh,” I released Prashant’s cock and yelled as my orgasm hit me. I don’t know if Prashant’s words played a role in it, but I had an extremely intense orgasm. I shuddered with pleasure while it lasted.
Naresh had stopped pumping when the orgasm hit me. Prashant didn’t like it. He admonished Naresh, “Too ruk kyon gaya? Chodta rah aur memsahib ko aur maza lene de (Why did you stop? Keep fucking and let ma’am enjoy more.)”
“Too nahin sudhar sakta, yaar. Par shukra hai ki memsahib ko aise lafz samajh me nahin aayenge (You can’t mend yourself, buddy. But thankfully, ma’am won’t understand such words)”, Naresh exclaimed.
“Samajh me nahin aayenge (Won’t understand?)” Prashant said with surprise. He looked at me and said, “Memsaheb, aapko samajh me nahin aaya ki ham kya kar rahen hain?”
“Main sab samajhti hoon (I understand everything),” I replied. Naresh had resumed thrusting when my orgasm passed over. His longevity amazed me.
“To is bewakoof ko bataaiye ki aap kya kar rahi hain (Then tell this idiot what are you doing)”, Prashant said to me.
My orgasm seemed to have taken away my shyness with it. I replied, “Main tumhare dost se chud rahi hoon (I am being fucked by your friend.)”
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