Adultery Mily trapped to prostitution

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Mily was too tired to react.

 
 Mily  was still in bed and lying on her stomach. She didn't hear Amol  enter the room again
Amol  slipped off his boxers again and cautiously get in bed beside her, noticing her bare back coated with sweat from their previous love making.

Exhaustion caught up with Mily  and she had dozed off.

Amol 's muscular arm reaching around her shoulder and his hard cock stabbing her hip as he joined her in bed woke Mily . He began kissing her ear. " I'll be gentle with you this time. We gonna make love, boudi, and I'm gonna make you enjoy it. I'm gonna make sure you cum a bunch of times."

This couldn't be happening again, she thought, but fear left her momentarily paralyzed. He was in bed with her again.touching her! She had to stop him before things went too far. She rolled over, grabbed his hand resting on her hip, and pushed it away. "No, stop touching me and get out of my bed. We can talk if you want. I'm not going to be your toy and you're not going to make me do anything like that ever again."

When she turned over to face him, Amol 's eyes feasted on her firm, young tits, bearing the fading bruises he had left on them.

Mily  realized Amol  was looking at her breasts, and as her arms went to cover them. He then slapped her cheek.

"No, don't hit me," she gasped, one hand clutching her stomach, the other shielding her face, and her perky tits left uncovered.

Amol  started to leave the bed.

"Oh god, no! Don't hurt me! Please, I'll do what you want, Amol ."


With Mily  completely naked, The naked wife of his friend made him hard again as Amol  lay beside her for a moment, putting his arm around her chest, caressing her right breast and playing with her nipple as if he was her longtime lover. "Please, you said you just wanted to talk," she sniveled.

He began kissing her neck, and as his lips moved closer to her ear her nipple involuntarily hardened between his fingers. "We'll talk while we make love, boudi. There be no better way for two people to become friends and get to know each other. You gonna cum and enjoy this even though you may not want to. You don't have a choice and we not repeating last time where you tried to fight it. You my girl and you not telling me no again. You either gonna start letting me love you or bad things gonna start happening to your people. You understand?"

The back of her head rested on a soft pillow as tears trickled down the Amoles of her face and into her silky  hair. She nodded her reply realizing there would be no reasoning with him regardless of what she said or how strong she tried to be.

"Good girl. I'll treat you nice... as long as you cooperate," he softly whispered between delivering kisses to her ear and filling it with his hot breath. His fingers relentlessly fondled her hard nipple for what seemed like eternity.

Amol  sat up and went to her legs, which had remained closed. His hands landed on her inner thighs. "Now open up for me so I can taste your sweet honey."

"Oh god, please don't perform oral sex on me again," she cried as she allowed him to spread her thighs open.

"Good girl...very nice," Amol  commented, ignoring Mily 's plea and gazing once more at the lovely pink of her most intimate place. Amol  repositioned himself between her open legs and his fingers delicately culled her clitoris from her folds. "Let's see if I can get you in the mood for this, boudi." He began licking her clit, wetting it with his saliva, and messaging it between a 'V' his two fingers made.

"Is it starting to feel good, boudi?" he asked, her clit slowly firming in his fingers and her pussy moistening.

"No, p-p-please stop touching me."

His thumb remained on her clitoral hood rubbing the sensitive flesh. "You getting wet, and I think you getting a clit boner, boudi. It's getting firmer, and soon it will need to be relieved."

"Oh, god, you're making me that way. S-s-stop touching me. Don't make me do this."

Amol  enjoyed making this privileged bong girl cry in embarrassment. She couldn't stop him from making her pussy wet and her clit engorged, and she couldn't stop him from fucking her either. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth, his tongue twirling over it. "You want me to stop now, boudi?"

"Yes, p-p-please don't do it anymore," she pleaded, welcoming his reprieve.

"Okay, I'll stop for a little while if you suck my cock instead."

Mily  looked at him with dismay. How could he possibly expect her to do such a thing again? She hated this ugly person  and none of this was supposed to be happening. "I-I-I can't do this with you. Stop it—please!"

"Okay, boudi. I guess you are not ready for me to stop then." He resumed mercilessly attacking her clit, heightening its sensitivity and bringing her closer to an embarrassing orgasm. Mily  desperately tried not to cum, finally surrendering and agreeing to perform oral sex on him if he would stop performing it on her. "Oh god...oh, oh, ah, ooh. Okay, I'll suck your cock," she cried out. "Just stop doing this to me!"

Amol  comfortably lay on his back in the bed Mily  . Her soft breast pushed against his hard stomach as she took his enormous cock in both her hands and reluctantly put its head in her mouth. She didn't want to perform oral sex on him and had tried to forget how he made her do it to him last time.

"You suppose to act like my girlfriend. Now do it nice, the way I taught you before," he reminded her. "Get into it like you did last time. Twirl your tongue over the head and run your lips up and down the shaft... yesss, like that. Now play with my balls some too while you doing that. You know how I like it."

She wished she had never met Amol  or know things so intimate about him as how he liked his cock sucked and the ways he enjoyed being touched. She had tried to block all the sordid details, the disgusting things he had made her do to him, from her memory. Now she was forced to repeat those lascivious acts.

His hand rubbed her sweaty back and he kept squeezing her butt cheek. She despised him, yet he made her act as if she loved him, like his girlfriend who wanted him. She did none of this by choice. While sucking on his cock and stroking his shaft, her free hand reached down to his scrotum and caressed his heavy balls.
 
Mily  started acquiring a steady tempo and relaxing a little in spite of herself. She knew what he liked and was obediently doing it — until Amol  made another demand.

"That's real nice, boudi. You a natural at this and learning good, but you need to bring that sweet pussy on my face now, so I can enjoy it some more."

He had said he would stop performing oral sex on her if she would perform it on him. Now he was trying to make her do a '69' with him. "No, I don't want you to do that to me anymore."

She tried to scurry away.

Amol  sat up, his strong hands grabbing her thighs and squeezing them as he dragged her over his lap. He began spanking her firm ass.

"Ow, what are you doing? No, stop... oh, no...ouch, it hurts!"

His loud, painful applause continued.

"Okay, okay...please...I'm sorry!"

When he finally stopped, her ass stung and glowed red, his hand kneading her solid butts before soothingly rubbing the smooth, warm globes.

"I warned you not to tell me 'no' again. Now bring that sweet little pussy onto my face .And make sure you swallow all my cum, like you did last time, boudi."

Mily  straddled his face. His hands grabbed her firm butt cheeks and spread them apart as he pulled her down towards his mouth. He delivered another smack to her scorching buttock. "Start sucking on my cock," he barked.

Mily  felt him begin drawing on her already engorged clitoris. Oh, god, not that again, she thought, taking his huge chocolate cock in hand and putting it back into her mouth. Her clitoris had become sensitized by him earlier and what Amol  kept doing to it aroused her more. Mily  didn't want to be aroused by him, didn't want any of this to feel good.

He wouldn't stop, and her loins began yearning for release. She didn't want to cum for him. It was so embarrassing. She fought her orgasm and began moaning with his cock in her mouth, sucking on it like it was a gigantic pacifier, stroking it, softly rolling his tremendous balls in her fingers.

The intensity of what they were doing to each other became overwhelming. Her body wanted to cum even though it was wrong. The way his mouth and lips kept engaging her down there made her begin to forget everything else and brought all her attention to the task at hand.

He was sucking on her clit harder it seemed. As she ran her lips up and down his shaft, she felt his cock begin throbbing in her palm. A glob of semen jettisoning from its tip landed on her cheek. She remembered that he expected her to swallow. "Oh, your cumming," she observed aloud. Her mouth returned to his cock as she continued stroking his shaft. "Mmmm, mmmm," she moaned.

For the second time, Mily  was treated to copious amounts of Amol 's semen. His cock ejaculated for almost an entire minute, spurt after spurt she drank, an increasingly powerful dosage of his potent male hormones.

The ordeal was finally over, and he was satisfied, Mily  thought, regaining her senses as his cock finally stopped ejaculating and started losing rigidity. She removed herself from his face and from the '69' with him. She sat up on the edge of the mattress, disgusted with her behavior but relieved it was over. Amol  sat up as well and dbangd his arm around her shoulder. "You see boudi, that wasn't so bad, now was it? How you feel?"

In a daze, Mily  silently stared at him, her beautiful blue eyes containing a mixture of fading lust with rising levels of shame and hatred. His strong, masculine taste lingered in her mouth.

"I did what you wanted. Will you leave us now, Amol ?"

"Leave you?" His arm still around her shoulder pulled her into him. "I love you and I'm not leaving till evening, I have taken off from office today, boudi. We not done today yet either. That was just a little appetizer to get us in the mood. Look at my cock."

Mily  looked down and watched in dismay. His penis was slowly regaining an erection. Was this some kind of perverted joke? How could he possibly be getting hard again after only a few minutes?

"See what you're doing to me? Remember what I told you before about how a man's body shows his love? You keep making me hard, boudi, because you so beautiful and I'm in love with you." He took her hand and guided it to his cock. "Now play with it some more."

Mily  didn't have the any other option. With his strong arm around her shoulder, her arm slid around his waist as she began gently jerking on his cock.

"That's it, boudi. You been giving me hard-ons since I moved here and now you gonna start taking care of them for me."

Mily  couldn't believe how big and rigid his cock was becoming again. She could see and feel it rapidly growing to full erection in her hand.

She had intended to masturbate him, make him cum and be quickly done with the lewd act, but Amol  abruptly removed her hand from his big brown dick and stood. His palm landed between her firm breasts and pushed her backwards. "Lay back for me now," he instructed.

Mily  was confused as he pushed her down into the mattress, her legs dangling from the bed where she had just been sitting. In what seemed like one continuous motion, his arms grabbed the back of her knees, lifted her legs while spreading them wide. He jerked her to the very edge of the bed.

She felt him messaging her clitoris with the head of his penis. "No, Amol . I'm married to Arun your friend. I can't do that with you," she pleaded.

He swiftly grabbed her chin and squeezed tightly. "Didn't I just warn you about ever saying 'no' to me? You my girlfriend, for ever now and you better start acting like it. I might decide to throw a few thousands at you for your service."

He released her chin and his hand slid down to her throat. He made it difficult for her to breathe, her face turning red like a tomato. " Now spread those pretty legs wide for me boudi."

Her legs opened for him.

"Good girl."

His hand released Mily 's neck, allowing her to breathe, and he resumed fumbling with his cock, probing around her entrance. She felt the smooth head of his penis rubbing against her swollen clitoris, then descend from it and push at her wet slit. "Don't," she whimpered, her palms uselessly pushing at his muscular stomach, but unable to stop him from pursuing his goal.

His fingers spread her labia as his cock took aim at her pussy. She felt the initial pressure as he sought admittance, then she felt her pussy stretching around his massive organ in surrender.

"Oh, boudi, your sweet little pussy is so wet and tight and feels so good," Amol  exclaimed. "I'm finally inside you again. Oh, I'm gonna go all the way and deep." He began making tight circles on her clitoris with his thumb to help gain her cooperation.

"Oh, don't Amol . Ooh...please stop," she cried, her pelvis briefly responding to his thumb with a faint undulation as if acknowledging pleasure.

After pulling almost all the way out, in what seemed like attempts to give Mily  false hope, his cock kept returning into her a little further. Her hands abandoned their fruitless efforts against his stomach and latched onto his hips, trying to thwart his ever-deeper thrusts.

"Oh, yes, boudi. Since you my girl, you will take all of me and show me how much you love me. You do love me, don't you, boudi?"

"Oh god," Mily  wailed. She didn't know how to respond to this sick animal. The discomfort caused by his enormous cock was reaching the threshold of pain. How could she stop him from going all the way into her with his long, thick penis? "Yes, I love you, Amol . Please... oh...no more...ouch...oh...it hurts...ow...oh."

He held back for a while, allowing Mily  to acclimate, until her grip relaxed, then he bumped into her further, catching Mily  off guard, her fingers digging into his hips once more as he made additional progress. He kept repeating this technique and moving closer towards his goal, the muscles in her vagina stretching each time to accommodate a little more of him.

"Ow, Amol , you're too big and you're hurting me."

"Shhh, it gonna be okay, boudi. You'll get used to having me inside you. I'm bigger than your husband, but you going to take me. I told you last night we was gonna get to know each other better and become friends, and that's what we doing. You becoming my girlfriend and I'm almost all the way in you. Just a little more, boudi."

Her fingers bore into his hips from sudden pressure and pain as he drove home. "Ow, ow, oh, oh, ah, I can't! Ah, ow, oh, ooh. Nah...no more."

"What you mean you can't? We already there. Look at my cock. It all the way in you now, boudi."

Mily  looked down in horror and watched his entire penis, its long, thick shaft triumphantly wearing her silky secretions, repeatedly and completely invading her pussy. She felt his immense scrotum slapping against her asshole, further attesting to his victory. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting, the pain abating as her body adjusted to his entirety. "Ooh, oh, ah... Amol , you're not wearing a condom. Ooh, oh, please... pull out now."

"Relax, boudi. We got all day before your daughter  comes home and I am not going to cum again for a long while. We got plenty of time to enjoy this."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh... no. Don't do this to me," Mily  murmured while accepting defeat. Her hands remained on Amol 's hips, with her shapely nails digging in but no longer grasped him in pain or attempted to hold him at bay. For now, at least, he had conquered and dominated her.

As if reading braille, the walls of her vagina began painting vivid images behind her eyes of his thick, long cock tunneling through her quivering tissues, parting them all the way up her birth canal, expanding her vaginal orifice. The head of his penis practically reached her cervix. Amol  embraced her in his arms as he lay on top of her, his hard, bulging muscles pressing against her.

As he resumed the trail of kisses up Mily 's neck toward her ear that he had embarked on earlier, he took note of how her nipples hardened and pushed into his chest and how her pussy became even wetter. She obviously liked having her neck and ears kissed while being fucked.

Through the closed curtains of her bedroom window, the murkiness of early morning had succumbed to the light of an approaching afternoon sun. "Oh, oh, oh, don't make me cum again, Amol . I don't want to. I can't do this. I'm married to your friend ," Mily  moaned in his arms. "Oh god...no. Ooh, ooh, ooh."

Amol  felt her pussy throbbing around his cock. He kept making her orgasm and this one was getting really strong.

His own orgasm was swiftly approaching.

"That's it. Show me how much you love me, Mily . See how your hubby’s friend makes you cum? I love you, boudi," Amol  cooed. "Oh, yeah, you feel so good."

It seemed like his big muscles were becoming tenser and he was driving into her with greater force. Mily  felt something like a squirt gun going off along with pressure and his huge cock pulsating in her pussy. It took a moment for all these things to register in her mind. Arun  didn't orgasm this strongly, he usually wore protection and he didn't ejaculate as much. But she had experienced Amol  do this with her before. "Oh, ooh, please don't. Oh, you're not wearing a condom and you're cumming in me, Amol ...no."

He pulled out too late but while still ejaculating, his warm cum landing on her stomach. He removed her hand from his hip and placed her fingers around his cock. "I'm not done. Stroke me, boudi. I made you cum now help me finish."

"Oh god, Amol —you're cumming all over me."

"It's okay, boudi. It's my love for you overflowing from my body. Don't stop. It feels good. Keep stroking it and show me how much you love me too."

She helplessly lay beneath him, his hand around hers making her gently tug on his cock and assist with the sick, demented task. His hard, gargantuan penis pulsated in her hand like a major artery about to burst, discharging semen all over her.

"Oh, yeah, boudi...Ah, keep doing that. I love you. I'm sorry. I tried to pull out before I started to cum, but you felt too good and I couldn't help it."

Mily  was speechless. How could this happen? She was married , but this awful criminal had fucked her — again. She let go of his cock, sat up and looked down in shock at the mess Amol  had left all over her body and at what was copiously leaking from her pussy. The size of his penis and testicles truly matched the amount of semen they produced.

His cum, mixed with her own vaginal secretions, was on her hand from fondling him and she didn't know what to do with it. He hugged her and she unconsciously ran her slimy palm up his hard, muscular chest.

"Please, stop now," she implored in his embrace.

He left her bed, stood and petted her hair affectionately. "I love you. Did that feel good, boudi?"