17-03-2025, 06:22 PM
Even so, Chetan is no novice at it, he proved that the first time he took me. And now he is doing so again.
I lean against the wall as he licks me. I feel one of his fingers sliding inside of me, then two. He slowly finger bangs me, rubbing my G-spot as his tongue works my clit, bringing me closer to the boiling point, though perhaps not as fast or as skillfully as Gopal would have done. No matter, I am about to orgasm.
"Please stop, don't make me cum!" I cry out, feeling guilty about enjoying this. And at the same time I am secretly praying that he does not listen to me.
Oh my god, I am about to cum. I try to push his head away one last time, but I end up involuntarily grabbing his head and holding it in place, grinding my crotch against his face as Chetan's mouth and tongue, along with his two fingers, pleasure me.
"Oh yes, I am cumming!" I moan.
I have to brace my feet and strengthen my legs to keep from collapsing to the floor as I orgasm.
My eyes remain closed as I do my best to remain standing. I am breathing heavily. I feel and hear Chetan rising to his feet. Thank god, hopefully he will get out of the shower and give me some privacy as I try to recover from this.
I feel his hands on my shoulders. I open my eyes just as Chetan leans forward and begins kissing me.
I try to resist. I don't know why. I have fucked this man. I have sucked his dick, and had him get me off orally twice now. But I absolutely don't want him to kiss me? Perhaps it is the last vestige of something I have only shared with Gopal.
And as the mouth that was just all over my pussy kisses my lips, I discover that Chetan is a great kisser. He knows how to convey sexual desire in the touch of lips and tongue.
Gopal gives soft, loving kisses that tell me just how much I mean to him, how special I am, how much I am adored.
The kisses that Chetan is giving me is tells me in no uncertain terms how much he wants me. How much he wants to put his fingers, his mouth and his impressive cock between my legs and fuck me to within an inch of my life.
"We have to stop..." I begin, and then he reaches down behind me and lifts me, one hand under each thigh, spreading my legs and pressing me back against the wall of the shower. I feel the tip of his erect cock at the entrance of my vagina.
"No, you cannot fuck me. You cannot fuck me!" I tell him, over and over.
He presses the head of his cock into my open slit. The sensation of it is almost too intense to bear as he lowers my body onto his shaft. When my clit makes contact with his member I feel a jolt rush through me. The sensation is powerful, almost too strong, as I am being filled and stretched to my limits.
Fortunately, I am wetter than I had realized, and his strong arms lowered me gently down onto that long, thick rod of flesh.
I am full--completely full--of his hard flesh, pinned against the tiles of the shower enclosure, his mouth devouring mine.
I pull my legs up so my feet crossed over behind his back, and he then proceeds to lift and lower my body onto his cock, as the warm water of the shower plays over our skin and his strong chest crushes my tits and pushes me back against the tiled wall.
He is so deep inside me. Each time he lowers me down onto his cock and our bodies press together, I can feel him, deeper than any man has reached before, and I am fuller than I ever remember.
This is insane. I want it to stop. But I am so turned on at the same time. This is so dirty and so intensely, almost obscenely sexual; totally different from what I usually enjoy. While it is intimate, it is far from the romantic encounters I have with my husband.
Chetan's cock is totally filling my vagina - my cunt - and I am helpless, impaled, and wildly excited.
Our movements grow faster, even more passionate, more urgent. Before long he is literally screwing me to the wall, my body held tight between his powerful chest and the smooth side of the shower enclosure as his hips thrust, again and again, driving his cock more and more powerfully into me.
The flow of water over my skin is an extra stimulation; not that I need one, with his cock pounding between my legs, twisting and rubbing on my sensitive places.
I turn my head from side to side, unable to move back because of the hard, tiled wall behind me, dropping instead onto his shoulder as the water runs over both of us.
A slight shift in position and the shaft of his cock is rubbing my clit on every thrust, and quite suddenly I feel my orgasm build and break.
Involuntarily, I bite into his shoulder as the spasms burst through my abdomen, pulsing wildly, my blood pounding in my ears as every nerve in my body seems to want to fire at once.
His cock continues to rub on my clit, finding the sensitive areas inside my vagina. Still, the skin of his chest rubs on my nipples.
And I keep coming. Oh my god I am cumming so much as he continues fucking me!
Finally, he gives a low moan and I feel the first pulses of his climax. He presses deep inside me and holds me tight, his chest heaving as his orgasm overtakes him and he pumps his semen into my quivering pussy.
My arms squeeze tightly around his broad shoulders, his strong arms still supporting my body as he holds onto my thighs. Our mouths meet again, and his kiss is urgent and passionate.
Slowly the sensations subside, but he still holds me against the side of the shower enclosure as his erection softens a little and I feel the first dribble of cum spill out of my vagina.
Then he pulls out of me and gently lowers me to my feet. We look into each other's eyes and kiss again.
"Vidya, that was fantastic. I needed that so much." He says to me.
I am speechless. Part of me is so overwhelmed at how great this felt. But at the same time I can't help but think about how wrong it is, and how he had pressured me into this.
We shower off the cum that has dribbled down both of our legs and then turn off the water, grabbed the towels and dry off.
All I want to do is to get dressed and run out of here. To go home and pretend that this never happened. But as I reach for my clothes, I look at Chetan and see that he is sporting a fully hard erection.
Before I could react, Chetan scoops me off of my feet and carries me into the master bedroom. He tosses me onto the king-sized bed. I look about the room and see pictures of Chetan and his wife on the wall as he climbs on the bed and begins kissing and caressing me again.
"No, Chetan. We can't do this again. Especially not here."
All I can think of is having Chetan inside of me while images of his wife look down at us from the wall.
He is kissing my neck, my shoulders, stroking my arms, my thighs, my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. His touch is both soft and electric, so different from the forceful approach he'd taken before.
His fingers move between my legs and slowly penetrate me.
He finger fucks me and strokes my clit with his thumb, until I am gasping.
And then he is on top of me again, ignoring my objections as he thrusts his thick cock into my pussy.
I lay there, taking the pounding he is giving me, trying not to look at the pictures on the wall as he brings me to another orgasm.
Then I break. As much as I know this is wrong, I just look him in the eyes and say, "Boss, please let me ride your cock."
He rolls over, beside me on the bed, and for a moment I take in the sight of his strong, naked body, before shimmying down to lick his cock, starting at his balls and then moving to the tip. A few strokes of this, and then I lift the full, heavy organ upright and slide my open mouth over the tip, carefully lowering my head down until I have as much of him as I can take, then I ease back up and begin repeating the motions, enjoying his fullness in my mouth.
I can tell that he is enjoying it, by the low moaning noises he is making, but after a couple of minutes I lift my mouth from his cock and, still holding it upright, move up to straddle his body. I keep eye contact as I gently rub the head of his impressive organ up and down my slit, before slowly, inch by inch, lowering myself onto it.
Open, spread like that, it isn't too hard to swallow him inside my vagina, though he still feels big in me. As I finally come to rest on his hips, with my legs spread as wide as they will go, he smiles, but says nothing as he looks at me with lust filled eyes.
Slowly, I move up and down, feeling the incredible sensation of fullness, enjoying the sight of his powerful body beneath me.
The earlier fuck in the shower had shown me how amazing really deep penetration could feel. I want some more of that, and I know how to get it.
"That's fucking amazing, Vidya. You look gorgeous, and it feels fantastic to be so deep inside you." He tells me.
His hands move to my breasts, stroking and pinching my nipples in a way he knows by now gives me pleasure.
As I continue to travel the full length of his cock, up and down, he switches one hand to my pussy, teasing the lips and grazing the tip of my clit at first, slowly inserting his thumb into my slit until he is rubbing the whole area from the front to where his cock was entering my pussy. All the while he was smiling up at me, loving every moment of our fucking.
I am trying to delay my orgasm. Wanting to see if I can make him come first, but it seems that he has better control than me.
Oh my, I am cumming again. My climax is stronger than the ones in the shower. My legs tremble uncontrollably, and he has to move one strong hand to my shoulder to stop me from falling as his thumb and his cock just kept driving my orgasmic sensations higher.
I feel like the room is starting to spin. Chetan thrusts up into me, bucking me off the mattress, four, five, six times, before moaning loudly and throwing his head back as he begins cumming in my pussy.
We climax together until both are finished, then I collapse onto his chest and his big strong arms wrap around me.
We lay still for several minutes. I try to comprehend exactly what happened here today. Part of me is angry at Chetan, but I am so damn sexually fulfilled by what he has done to me.
We get up and get dressed. Then remake the bed so as not to give his wife any reason to suspect what had happened.
Chetan walks me to the door. I look up at him and say, "This has to be the last time. I cannot do this again. I must be loyal to Gopal. We can never do this again." The words just keep tumbling out of my mouth and I wonder if I am trying to convince him or me.
Chetan nods his head. "I understand, but I will always treasure this day, just as the last time with you. And never say never, Vidya."
"You're the boss." I agree. And I feel his eyes upon me as I walk away.
I lean against the wall as he licks me. I feel one of his fingers sliding inside of me, then two. He slowly finger bangs me, rubbing my G-spot as his tongue works my clit, bringing me closer to the boiling point, though perhaps not as fast or as skillfully as Gopal would have done. No matter, I am about to orgasm.
"Please stop, don't make me cum!" I cry out, feeling guilty about enjoying this. And at the same time I am secretly praying that he does not listen to me.
Oh my god, I am about to cum. I try to push his head away one last time, but I end up involuntarily grabbing his head and holding it in place, grinding my crotch against his face as Chetan's mouth and tongue, along with his two fingers, pleasure me.
"Oh yes, I am cumming!" I moan.
I have to brace my feet and strengthen my legs to keep from collapsing to the floor as I orgasm.
My eyes remain closed as I do my best to remain standing. I am breathing heavily. I feel and hear Chetan rising to his feet. Thank god, hopefully he will get out of the shower and give me some privacy as I try to recover from this.
I feel his hands on my shoulders. I open my eyes just as Chetan leans forward and begins kissing me.
I try to resist. I don't know why. I have fucked this man. I have sucked his dick, and had him get me off orally twice now. But I absolutely don't want him to kiss me? Perhaps it is the last vestige of something I have only shared with Gopal.
And as the mouth that was just all over my pussy kisses my lips, I discover that Chetan is a great kisser. He knows how to convey sexual desire in the touch of lips and tongue.
Gopal gives soft, loving kisses that tell me just how much I mean to him, how special I am, how much I am adored.
The kisses that Chetan is giving me is tells me in no uncertain terms how much he wants me. How much he wants to put his fingers, his mouth and his impressive cock between my legs and fuck me to within an inch of my life.
"We have to stop..." I begin, and then he reaches down behind me and lifts me, one hand under each thigh, spreading my legs and pressing me back against the wall of the shower. I feel the tip of his erect cock at the entrance of my vagina.
"No, you cannot fuck me. You cannot fuck me!" I tell him, over and over.
He presses the head of his cock into my open slit. The sensation of it is almost too intense to bear as he lowers my body onto his shaft. When my clit makes contact with his member I feel a jolt rush through me. The sensation is powerful, almost too strong, as I am being filled and stretched to my limits.
Fortunately, I am wetter than I had realized, and his strong arms lowered me gently down onto that long, thick rod of flesh.
I am full--completely full--of his hard flesh, pinned against the tiles of the shower enclosure, his mouth devouring mine.
I pull my legs up so my feet crossed over behind his back, and he then proceeds to lift and lower my body onto his cock, as the warm water of the shower plays over our skin and his strong chest crushes my tits and pushes me back against the tiled wall.
He is so deep inside me. Each time he lowers me down onto his cock and our bodies press together, I can feel him, deeper than any man has reached before, and I am fuller than I ever remember.
This is insane. I want it to stop. But I am so turned on at the same time. This is so dirty and so intensely, almost obscenely sexual; totally different from what I usually enjoy. While it is intimate, it is far from the romantic encounters I have with my husband.
Chetan's cock is totally filling my vagina - my cunt - and I am helpless, impaled, and wildly excited.
Our movements grow faster, even more passionate, more urgent. Before long he is literally screwing me to the wall, my body held tight between his powerful chest and the smooth side of the shower enclosure as his hips thrust, again and again, driving his cock more and more powerfully into me.
The flow of water over my skin is an extra stimulation; not that I need one, with his cock pounding between my legs, twisting and rubbing on my sensitive places.
I turn my head from side to side, unable to move back because of the hard, tiled wall behind me, dropping instead onto his shoulder as the water runs over both of us.
A slight shift in position and the shaft of his cock is rubbing my clit on every thrust, and quite suddenly I feel my orgasm build and break.
Involuntarily, I bite into his shoulder as the spasms burst through my abdomen, pulsing wildly, my blood pounding in my ears as every nerve in my body seems to want to fire at once.
His cock continues to rub on my clit, finding the sensitive areas inside my vagina. Still, the skin of his chest rubs on my nipples.
And I keep coming. Oh my god I am cumming so much as he continues fucking me!
Finally, he gives a low moan and I feel the first pulses of his climax. He presses deep inside me and holds me tight, his chest heaving as his orgasm overtakes him and he pumps his semen into my quivering pussy.
My arms squeeze tightly around his broad shoulders, his strong arms still supporting my body as he holds onto my thighs. Our mouths meet again, and his kiss is urgent and passionate.
Slowly the sensations subside, but he still holds me against the side of the shower enclosure as his erection softens a little and I feel the first dribble of cum spill out of my vagina.
Then he pulls out of me and gently lowers me to my feet. We look into each other's eyes and kiss again.
"Vidya, that was fantastic. I needed that so much." He says to me.
I am speechless. Part of me is so overwhelmed at how great this felt. But at the same time I can't help but think about how wrong it is, and how he had pressured me into this.
We shower off the cum that has dribbled down both of our legs and then turn off the water, grabbed the towels and dry off.
All I want to do is to get dressed and run out of here. To go home and pretend that this never happened. But as I reach for my clothes, I look at Chetan and see that he is sporting a fully hard erection.
Before I could react, Chetan scoops me off of my feet and carries me into the master bedroom. He tosses me onto the king-sized bed. I look about the room and see pictures of Chetan and his wife on the wall as he climbs on the bed and begins kissing and caressing me again.
"No, Chetan. We can't do this again. Especially not here."
All I can think of is having Chetan inside of me while images of his wife look down at us from the wall.
He is kissing my neck, my shoulders, stroking my arms, my thighs, my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. His touch is both soft and electric, so different from the forceful approach he'd taken before.
His fingers move between my legs and slowly penetrate me.
He finger fucks me and strokes my clit with his thumb, until I am gasping.
And then he is on top of me again, ignoring my objections as he thrusts his thick cock into my pussy.
I lay there, taking the pounding he is giving me, trying not to look at the pictures on the wall as he brings me to another orgasm.
Then I break. As much as I know this is wrong, I just look him in the eyes and say, "Boss, please let me ride your cock."
He rolls over, beside me on the bed, and for a moment I take in the sight of his strong, naked body, before shimmying down to lick his cock, starting at his balls and then moving to the tip. A few strokes of this, and then I lift the full, heavy organ upright and slide my open mouth over the tip, carefully lowering my head down until I have as much of him as I can take, then I ease back up and begin repeating the motions, enjoying his fullness in my mouth.
I can tell that he is enjoying it, by the low moaning noises he is making, but after a couple of minutes I lift my mouth from his cock and, still holding it upright, move up to straddle his body. I keep eye contact as I gently rub the head of his impressive organ up and down my slit, before slowly, inch by inch, lowering myself onto it.
Open, spread like that, it isn't too hard to swallow him inside my vagina, though he still feels big in me. As I finally come to rest on his hips, with my legs spread as wide as they will go, he smiles, but says nothing as he looks at me with lust filled eyes.
Slowly, I move up and down, feeling the incredible sensation of fullness, enjoying the sight of his powerful body beneath me.
The earlier fuck in the shower had shown me how amazing really deep penetration could feel. I want some more of that, and I know how to get it.
"That's fucking amazing, Vidya. You look gorgeous, and it feels fantastic to be so deep inside you." He tells me.
His hands move to my breasts, stroking and pinching my nipples in a way he knows by now gives me pleasure.
As I continue to travel the full length of his cock, up and down, he switches one hand to my pussy, teasing the lips and grazing the tip of my clit at first, slowly inserting his thumb into my slit until he is rubbing the whole area from the front to where his cock was entering my pussy. All the while he was smiling up at me, loving every moment of our fucking.
I am trying to delay my orgasm. Wanting to see if I can make him come first, but it seems that he has better control than me.
Oh my, I am cumming again. My climax is stronger than the ones in the shower. My legs tremble uncontrollably, and he has to move one strong hand to my shoulder to stop me from falling as his thumb and his cock just kept driving my orgasmic sensations higher.
I feel like the room is starting to spin. Chetan thrusts up into me, bucking me off the mattress, four, five, six times, before moaning loudly and throwing his head back as he begins cumming in my pussy.
We climax together until both are finished, then I collapse onto his chest and his big strong arms wrap around me.
We lay still for several minutes. I try to comprehend exactly what happened here today. Part of me is angry at Chetan, but I am so damn sexually fulfilled by what he has done to me.
We get up and get dressed. Then remake the bed so as not to give his wife any reason to suspect what had happened.
Chetan walks me to the door. I look up at him and say, "This has to be the last time. I cannot do this again. I must be loyal to Gopal. We can never do this again." The words just keep tumbling out of my mouth and I wonder if I am trying to convince him or me.
Chetan nods his head. "I understand, but I will always treasure this day, just as the last time with you. And never say never, Vidya."
"You're the boss." I agree. And I feel his eyes upon me as I walk away.
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