Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Salir]

Meena’s Narration:


Hi,

This is the last part of pond master 16, mainly written by me, enjoy!

I've heard that someone has complained that my posts are too short and that they should appear all at once.

I only write in between when I find time, and since we recently lost our documents (virus attack?), I'd rather 
not wait until the next post and send that written part, straight away, it's that simple!

If someone wants to get it right away, there's no need to worry, just wait a week and then read eall at 
once, it's that simple!

Kiss u all,
M.


… Continuation Pond Master (V)

As the window opened, Meena knew this had to stop before she orgasmed, she 
was very vocal when that happened, and she was now very stimulated
, so, this could mean causing noise above the soundtrack so others could hear!

"No! Not here!" She whispered hoarsely into Jalal's mouth. 
She grabbed his arm and pulled to get his hand away from cunt. "Please, I'll be 
too loud, Jalal!" She tried to keep the sound of her voice nestled between their 
very close mouths.

"But baby...I want to bring you off...mmmmmm... I love to see it… see you like 
yesterday!" Jalal frowned; he sounded a bit frustrated.

"I know, Jalal, but not here and today. I want you too, but not here..." She already 
could feel the pain of the interrupted near-orgasm and wiggled in her seat.

"Mmmmmm..." Jalal brought his hand to his nose and inhaled the smell of Meena's 
pussy juices, then sucked and licked his finger.  

He could taste the most intimate of flavours that Meena had to offer. 

Then he offered the fingers, slick with his saliva to her nose, "you can smell your 
own aroma, baby "

Meena couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but her sexual frustration 
was pushing her. 

She hesitated, smiled then took the two fingers, smelled them 
and then licked them completely clean. 

Then she kissed his hand softly.
Meanwhile her right hand was busy to stroke his very hard penis.

Jalal stared down at her hand in the way she had stared at the bulge beneath the 
material of his pants. 

He was so tempted to move her hand into his pants to directly to his erect prick, 
but he didn't dare. 

He continued to replay everything that had just happened over again in his 
mind. 

Only, with his horniness in control of his thoughts, unable to think straight, 
his mind was consumed by all that he was seeing and feeling of her, so 
close to him. 

He put his hand on her thighs again and started to lovingly stroke her tender 
skin.

Meena in the middle of the heat in the air, in her thoughts and her body under 
Jalal's actions, while feeling rising lust and desire for more in her carnal sensations 
and her extreme female desires to be possessed by a male, suddenly had a brief 
picture in front of her eyes and the question, where is this leading, here and now?

This should end immediately, back to the line as far as she can manage, This madness 
must not continue, at least not tonight, enough has already happened...

Meena thought that she should do something, she should take the situation into her 
own hands and control the occurrences...


It didn’t take long until Jalal suddenly realized that while he was stroking Meena‘s 
naked upper thigh skin, she started to slowly find his zipper and pull it down. 

Meena didn't turn her face in his direction at all. She was looking forward in the 
screen direction.

It didn't take much time for her to slowly pull out his long, hard rod from his 
Underwear.

Jalal couldn't believe his cock was exposed to her. 

Meena now for the first time looked down and just watched it, his long, thick, 
hart cock. 

Jalal couldn't believe she was staring at his naked prick. 

Shortly after, he saw that she moved briefly, unintentionally, first her tongue 
over her lips and then lightly bit her lower lip.

While he was staring at her beautiful face, he couldn't believe that her hand 
was wrapped his naked erection in the way that he couldn't wait to caress 
her naked cunt.

While Meena continued staring at his erect prick, he continued staring 
alternatively at her hand and then at her flushed face, and her lips.

Then with her small, soft hands, Meena grasped his cock and began to caress it 
tenderly.

After a short time, the caresses changed to a slowly developing up and down 
stroking.

Meena was in another world too, "Oh, my," she said. "You have such a big, 
hard cock, Jalal. Your prick is much bigger and harder...". She whispered 
so quietly that it was almost inaudible.

Jalal couldn’t reply but to say, "Ohhh…baby, for you… Just for you…"

While she fingered the head of his cock, he moved his hand a little higher on 
her right thigh. 

While she had her wicked, sexual way with his engorged prick, he had his
wicked sexual way with her tender skin under her skirt up to her panties. 

After some minutes, while she stroked his cock, he automatically groped her 
pussy over her panties, again. 

Touching it, caressing it, he acted as if he had never felt a woman's sexual 
organ before.

"Does this feel good, Jalal?" Meena whispered while sexually teasing him 
and continuing to work with her hand by stroking him faster. "May I stroke 
you faster? May I stroke you harder?", she added.

All he could was a nod of his head before his ability to speak again returned.
"Yes, God, yes," he said. "That feels incredible, Meena. Yes, of course, you may 
stroke me faster and you may stroke me harder."

She stared at his naked penis while he stared at her hand.

He looked up at her flushed face and then at her trembling body. 

Meena held his excited penis in her hand, and it gave her a feeling of dominance 
over him. 
She was now in charge. With a grin, she curled the slender fingers of her hand 
around the hot flesh of his very hard penis. 

While Meena was masturbating him, she could hear his breathing getting short and his 
large penis getting harder and hotter. 

She thought she had the old Jalal at the very edge of his climax. 

While stroking him she drew her mouth to his ear and this time she did not ask, she 
told him. "Cum for me Jalal, cum in my hand, cum for Meena, ". 

He was at his most vulnerable moment as he surrendered to her saying, "Yes, 
oh…yes...".

Meena felt his prick surge in her hand, pulse violently; his buttocks tighten reflexively 
against the seat. 

He arched back and let out a deep-throated groan as she increased the pressure. His 
buttocks involuntarily were contracting. 

Meena deliberately squeezed his penis with an even greater pressure, watching him 
wince.

She was delighted when she saw the old man's shoulders begin to heave; soon she 
had him openly panting. 

A tiny whimper escaped his tight lips. 

Still holding onto his prick, she leaned up against him and licked his cheek and 
then his lips.

Jalal was squirming helplessly, wriggling his hips. 

His moan deepened into a helpless groan at the exquisite feelings of the young 
woman's merciless manipulation of his manhood. 

The old Jalal Noori was now a prisoner to the firm grip of those soft fingers of this 
Beautiful married woman, closing on the shaft of his long, hard penis, unable to 
escape the exquisite agony of sexual torment and forced arousal, as Meena casually 
stimulated him to a high point of extasy.

"Keep going," she hissed, her lips close to his ear. 

Her hand tightened on him, moved steadily now, pumping up and down with grim 
determination in slow even strokes. 

Jalal was Meena’s captive now, he whimpered, wiggled, unable to keep still. 

He shifted from side to side, danced in place; his body teetering on the edge of a 
massive orgasm as mighty throbs of lust surged up from his captive prick. 

Suddenly, his rigid body arched back, his stiff, large, vigorous cock thrusting into the 
Meena's clenched small hand as though it were seeking even more of that delicious 
tormenting pleasure. 

Meena felt his prick pulsating in her hand, knowing he was about to cum. 
She chose that moment to squeeze. 

His eyes were clamped shut; his jaw clenched as the unstoppable rise of cum. 

Jalal ‘s strong, and big body shook with sexual arousal as, with a final hard yank of that 
determined hand, he came. 

His captive prick exploded in that tightened fist, erupting, firing streams of ropy cum 
into the air to splatter down the clenching hand, on his pants and on her black 
skirt and her blouse, all was now tainted with his seed.

Jalal moaned. His knees weakened; he fell forward, flinging out his hands to clasp the 
arms of the chair as he leaned over it, panting mightily. 

She studied his flushed face. 

His eyes were closed, his heaving chest gradually evening out. 

Meena inspected the sticky sperm that coated her hand and beyond it, and was 
dripping between her fingers like a sticky spider web.


Then, as he opened his eyes to find her, she met his gaze and let him watch as she  
smiled up at him. 

Then her left hand reached on the next seat into her bag with her left hand and took 
out a pack of tissues and gave it to Jalal. 

He took out some tissues and quickly tried to clean her hand and her clothes, 
then his own pants.

Now truly wishing they would leave, but not wanting to insult Jalal, Meena 
thought quickly about the end of the movie that in some minutes arrived.

She could wait at least those minutes.

It didn't even take a minute for Jalal to regain his normal breathing rhythm.
"Thanks babe, that was incredible!" Jalal whispered earnestly. "Do you want me to do 
… I mean to do something for you, now?" 

he asked hopefully, sitting forward and rubbing his hands up and down her thighs.

Meena quickly replied, "not...not...please no…another time...I promise..."

"Okay... I just want to feel you, please...please...", he pleaded and grabbed Meena's 
thigh again and immediately went back up over her panties and pussy. 

He could sense the moisture on her panties again.
 
She was now so confused and excited and the electric anticipation 
overcame her initial awkwardness.

 She gave herself to Jalal.

She could feel tingles in her pussy again.
 
Jalal stroked her pussy with more attention to her clit which was now very 
sensitive and swollen. 

This stimulation caused Meena's genital muscles to contract abruptly.

Jalal could feel the heat and sudden movements of her flesh. 

Meena tensed, not expecting such an intimate play for close to her cunt. 
Especially not here in public, where anyone could just turn around and spot the 
two locked in tight embrace.

She didn't want to run away for fear of raising suspicions, but she would 
not be able to keep this up for much longer. 

The heat in her pussy was distracting. 

She was sure she was too moist. This is so forbidden, she thought, but it only 
served to heighten her arousal. Intoxicated by those feelings, she was not 
thinking straight. 

Once again she became lost in the sensation of his hand on her skin close her 
Covered damp pussy and she thought just through those touches on her skin, 
if he keep this up, she was truly in danger of climaxing.

In a momentary lapse of judgment, at least, as Meena told herself that later, 
in her car, she remained seated on her chair and then while biting her lower 
lip and, inexplicably, she allowed myself to cum. 

Not with any vigor, but quietly, letting the buzz creep from her clit, 
along her thighs and up her torso. 
It was shattering. 

She struggled to keep her breathing even and clenched her hands into 
fists while she orgasmed.

Meena couldn't immediately detect if Jalal knew what had just occurred. 
Not knowing what to do next, she looked around and finally in Jalal's 
direction. Only then did she notice that Jalal had stopped petting her and 
was now waiting to see what her reaction was.

Possibly a just a bit longer and stronger, and then she could make her guilt 
ridden escape, but that was not to be. 

Since she didn't want him to notice, Meena didn't look at him but straight 
ahead and tried to breathe normally.

*

The film ended in some minutes and Meena quickly got up and said, "Jalal, 
we have to leave, it is too late, ".

They didn't talk much on the way to the parking garage. standing by her car,
 Jalal said, "Are you sure you want to go home? We can go to my place and..."

"Please Jalal, don't get me wrong but I don’t want Jalal, not more for today…" Meena 
was, suddenly fearful that he was expecting her to have a full sexual encounter with 
him, and added, ", apart from this Nadir will call and I have to be home."

"That's okay Meena, I was just hoping we could spend a nice time at my place, right 
now.", he replied, " I know, I like Doki and I don’t want you to feel guilty, but I can’t 
resist my weakness for you, Meena. I hope we have time for us later… "

She couldn’t imagine what Jalal was thinking and couldn't believe him either. 
Was he expecting her to have real sex with him? a repeat performance? 
Tonight?
Didn't he know what happened just previously? Didn’t he notice that they 
made a mistake in a public place? That Meena made a big mistake as a 
married woman? She thought. 

Meena replied, "Yes, but it has to be done. I am sorry. But we will definitely 
have time for each other. Thank you for the lovely evening, delicious wine 
and dinner and the movie, it was very nice."

"My pleasure, Meena, I enjoyed it as you may have noticed and I hope, let's 
say I believe, as I noticed, you did it too.", jalal smiled and leaned to kiss 
her lips. 

Meena didn't pull away this time and let him do it quickly.

***

So many conflicting feelings overtook Meena, chief amongst them, she had 
a sexual climax with him, with Jalal Noori!
That big man, that stranger whom she knew just for some days.

She orgasmed for Jalal, actually a strange old man, in her husband’s, Nadir’s 
absence. 

How would she ever face Nadir, again? 
Would she feel guilty and be unable to speak to him?
Meena didn't want to damage their relationship, marriage and love, not even for a 
second. 

He could not understand this, and he would be angry at her, and perhaps even
 move out.

under no circumstances should she inform him about this.
Meena drove home in terrible misery.


To be continued…