19-06-2019, 10:33 AM
Fifteen minutes later, Deepti walked back downstairs and peered into the kitchen to find Ranjeet reading the newspaper at the kitchen table looking like nothing unusual was going on, except for the fact he was naked. He lowered the paper to take in the site of her in nothing but a pair of four-inch black sandals. She was freshly showered and her hair was still wet but she looked absolutely magnificent. "Damn, you're one sexy bitch, Mrs. Joshi."
Deepti found it all so embarrassing. She was fairly shy normally - and she and Rahul usually made love in the dark. She kept one hand in front of her crotch.
"Take your hand away," he said impatiently. Deepti hoped that after the shower she might be a bit more relaxed for this second round, but no, she still felt incredibly vulnerable and helpless. This man was a monster, a predator, but she'd already given up too much to turn back now. She slowly pulled her hand away to reveal her neatly trimmed black bush. Ranjeet smiled and nodded. "What a pretty little pussy," he cooed. She turned her head away.
"Let's go into the living room for a little fucking shall we?"
Ranjeet chose the large easy chair in the corner and plunked himself down. He motioned her over and she understood. She lifted one leg over him and eased herself down onto his lap.
He gripped her ass and pulled her forward then back, making her still wet pussy slide up and down the underside of his shaft. He repeated this several times and cock became rock hard in a matter of seconds.
"I'm not going to fuck you, you're going to fuck me. Bounce up and down on my dick and let me watch those pretty titties jiggle in my face."
The filthy things he said to her sickened Deepti. Reluctantly, she lifted her body, grabbed his thick cock and positioned the head at the opening of her pussy. His size stopped it from sliding in any further. Ranjeet pulled her firmly down onto his cock, which pressed against her vaginal walls with a pressure she'd never felt before.
"Fuck that fat dick, baby." She lifter herself up on her high heels, and then pressed back down onto his thick cock. She did this until her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth.
"Harder, baby. Fuck me harder. I want to see those tits fly."
Deepti dutifully obeyed and began bouncing up and down until she was in a frenzy of motion. Her breasts bounced wildly. Ranjeet reached out and held her nipples, restraining her tits. Deepti winced in pain. He released her tits and pushed her off his dick and onto the floor. "Face down, ass up," he commanded.
Deepti was panting now as she did as she was told, lowering her cheek to the carpet and raising her behind in the air. Ranjeet bent his knees and lowered his dick down to her waiting pussy. He drove it all the way into her in one motion and began pumping away. He rammed her straight down from above.
Deepti groaned. This will all be over soon, she said to herself. But Ranjeet kept slamming his meat into her over and over until she thought perhaps he could go on indefinitely.
He kept pounding her pussy harder and harder until Deepti began moaning - a low guttural sound that came from deep within her chest.
"Are you gonna come for me baby?" he asked her. Don't you want to come for me? Deepti's moans were her only reply.
Ranjeet then pulled his dick out of her pussy abruptly. Deepti gasped with a shiver. Ranjeet rammed his cock back in all the way up. Deepti produced another heavy groan. Deepti was near the brink.
"Come for me baby, come now," Ranjeet commanded as he pumped his dick into her pussy faster and faster. He reached down and grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed the nipple, rolling it hard between his fingers. That was it - Deepti's body began to quiver and shake, and with a force like he'd never witnessed before, she came in wave after wave. The sensations traveled right through her body and into his cock, as Ranjeet exploded with a blast of cum deep inside her pussy.
The two of them remained there joined together, totally spent and still tingling from the force of their mutual exhilaration.
Ranjeet stood up and walked into the foyer and began putting on his clothes. She collapsed completely on the floor. A couple of minutes later, she heard him dialing his phone.
"Yeah, it's me," he said. " Well, then I've made my decision. I think we're going to go with Rahul. Yup. I think he's got what it takes to go far in this business. Go ahead and give him the good news."
He was tying his necktie as he stepped back into the living room. Deepti was still lying there, face down. Rivulets of semen dribbled from her sore pussy.
"I'll be back in town in about three weeks," he said. I look forward to seeing you again."
Deepti lifted her head and looked up at him. Her face was a curious mix of submission and defiance. She nodded slightly.
Ranjeet turned, grabbed his briefcase and left.
The phone rang. She moved slowly to answer. She saw from the Caller ID that it was Rahul's work number. She picked it up. He was ecstatic. "I did it!" he shouted, "I am safe, plus I got a promotion!" She congratulated him. He told her that he loved her and said she should get herself ready for an expensive dinner at the best place in town. He then lowered his voice and whispered into the phone, "and later on, I'm going to make love to you like never before.
Deepti could barely stop shifting in her chair that night during dinner with her husband. Her pussy still tingling and sore from this morning. Rahul was so excited and proud of himself for getting the job. He had no idea what it had cost him, or her.
She'd taken a 45-minute steaming hot shower and crawled into bed after Ranjeet had left. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Ranjeet's face, the way he looked at her like a piece of meat, his smirking smile as he violated her in every way. He was a monster, a predator, a rapist. She felt humiliated and confused. Why had she let him do it? Was it because she thought Rahul couldn't succeed on his own? Was she so shallow and materialistic that she would give in to Ranjeet just to keep their house and lifestyle? Was she actually excited by what he'd done to her or was it just adrenaline that stemmed from fear? But she'd never experienced an orgasm like that in her life. Her head would spin whenever she thought of it.
Deepti found it all so embarrassing. She was fairly shy normally - and she and Rahul usually made love in the dark. She kept one hand in front of her crotch.
"Take your hand away," he said impatiently. Deepti hoped that after the shower she might be a bit more relaxed for this second round, but no, she still felt incredibly vulnerable and helpless. This man was a monster, a predator, but she'd already given up too much to turn back now. She slowly pulled her hand away to reveal her neatly trimmed black bush. Ranjeet smiled and nodded. "What a pretty little pussy," he cooed. She turned her head away.
"Let's go into the living room for a little fucking shall we?"
Ranjeet chose the large easy chair in the corner and plunked himself down. He motioned her over and she understood. She lifted one leg over him and eased herself down onto his lap.
He gripped her ass and pulled her forward then back, making her still wet pussy slide up and down the underside of his shaft. He repeated this several times and cock became rock hard in a matter of seconds.
"I'm not going to fuck you, you're going to fuck me. Bounce up and down on my dick and let me watch those pretty titties jiggle in my face."
The filthy things he said to her sickened Deepti. Reluctantly, she lifted her body, grabbed his thick cock and positioned the head at the opening of her pussy. His size stopped it from sliding in any further. Ranjeet pulled her firmly down onto his cock, which pressed against her vaginal walls with a pressure she'd never felt before.
"Fuck that fat dick, baby." She lifter herself up on her high heels, and then pressed back down onto his thick cock. She did this until her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth.
"Harder, baby. Fuck me harder. I want to see those tits fly."
Deepti dutifully obeyed and began bouncing up and down until she was in a frenzy of motion. Her breasts bounced wildly. Ranjeet reached out and held her nipples, restraining her tits. Deepti winced in pain. He released her tits and pushed her off his dick and onto the floor. "Face down, ass up," he commanded.
Deepti was panting now as she did as she was told, lowering her cheek to the carpet and raising her behind in the air. Ranjeet bent his knees and lowered his dick down to her waiting pussy. He drove it all the way into her in one motion and began pumping away. He rammed her straight down from above.
Deepti groaned. This will all be over soon, she said to herself. But Ranjeet kept slamming his meat into her over and over until she thought perhaps he could go on indefinitely.
He kept pounding her pussy harder and harder until Deepti began moaning - a low guttural sound that came from deep within her chest.
"Are you gonna come for me baby?" he asked her. Don't you want to come for me? Deepti's moans were her only reply.
Ranjeet then pulled his dick out of her pussy abruptly. Deepti gasped with a shiver. Ranjeet rammed his cock back in all the way up. Deepti produced another heavy groan. Deepti was near the brink.
"Come for me baby, come now," Ranjeet commanded as he pumped his dick into her pussy faster and faster. He reached down and grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed the nipple, rolling it hard between his fingers. That was it - Deepti's body began to quiver and shake, and with a force like he'd never witnessed before, she came in wave after wave. The sensations traveled right through her body and into his cock, as Ranjeet exploded with a blast of cum deep inside her pussy.
The two of them remained there joined together, totally spent and still tingling from the force of their mutual exhilaration.
Ranjeet stood up and walked into the foyer and began putting on his clothes. She collapsed completely on the floor. A couple of minutes later, she heard him dialing his phone.
"Yeah, it's me," he said. " Well, then I've made my decision. I think we're going to go with Rahul. Yup. I think he's got what it takes to go far in this business. Go ahead and give him the good news."
He was tying his necktie as he stepped back into the living room. Deepti was still lying there, face down. Rivulets of semen dribbled from her sore pussy.
"I'll be back in town in about three weeks," he said. I look forward to seeing you again."
Deepti lifted her head and looked up at him. Her face was a curious mix of submission and defiance. She nodded slightly.
Ranjeet turned, grabbed his briefcase and left.
The phone rang. She moved slowly to answer. She saw from the Caller ID that it was Rahul's work number. She picked it up. He was ecstatic. "I did it!" he shouted, "I am safe, plus I got a promotion!" She congratulated him. He told her that he loved her and said she should get herself ready for an expensive dinner at the best place in town. He then lowered his voice and whispered into the phone, "and later on, I'm going to make love to you like never before.
Deepti could barely stop shifting in her chair that night during dinner with her husband. Her pussy still tingling and sore from this morning. Rahul was so excited and proud of himself for getting the job. He had no idea what it had cost him, or her.
She'd taken a 45-minute steaming hot shower and crawled into bed after Ranjeet had left. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Ranjeet's face, the way he looked at her like a piece of meat, his smirking smile as he violated her in every way. He was a monster, a predator, a rapist. She felt humiliated and confused. Why had she let him do it? Was it because she thought Rahul couldn't succeed on his own? Was she so shallow and materialistic that she would give in to Ranjeet just to keep their house and lifestyle? Was she actually excited by what he'd done to her or was it just adrenaline that stemmed from fear? But she'd never experienced an orgasm like that in her life. Her head would spin whenever she thought of it.
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