30-06-2019, 02:02 PM
She began to sweat with the tension. On and on he went, stroking and pounding and ramming and reaming and plunging and pistoning and plowing in and out of her cunt without respite.
Sheila soared up the curve and, with a loud cry, exploded, gasping and crying out, her cunt contracting frenetically on the pistoning penis, the breath shooting from her throat, her body tensing and writhing, her buttocks pressed back against his thighs and clenched taut. Ramu gasped, holding her hips, his belly sucked inward, jerking his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her delightful cunt.
Suddenly, leaning forward, he squeezed her breasts and hammered his hips violently at her buttocks in a series of rapid, trip-hammer thrusts, his thighs slapping at her buttocks and bouncing off madly. Sheila cried out as the huge penis thundered and rammed and reamed into her cunt.
The servant crushed her breasts and kept on ram-fucking her slit, bent steeply over her, his buttocks flexing and unflexing frantically, his hips snapping madly, his entire body quivering and jerking. His hips swung furiously back and forth in a frenzied rhythm and she crashed incredulously into another orgasm.
Abruptly, he rammed deep into her, making her cry out in a shrill voice and held still. She heard him moan, his cock buried deep in her cunt, quivering and throbbing. His hips twitched at her buttocks as he rocked at her with small, hard jerks.
And then she gasped, her eyes flying wide in wonder and joy and awe as he came, exploding in her cunt. The spoot spurted from his cock into her sodden cunt-flesh in sharp, stinging jets.
Sheila whimpered joyously, and instinctively tightened her cunt on his penis. He groaned and his penis squirted more gunk into her slit. Slowly, he pulled out of her. His jizz seeped over her thighs.
Gasping and panting, Sheila sank down onto the table and turned on her back. She closed her eyes and caressed herself dreamily, her chest heaving. Dipping a finger in her cunt, she scooped his jizz on her fingertip and lasciviously licked it.
It tasted wonderful. Ramu chuckled softly and bent his head to kiss her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She squirmed against him and he squeezed her breasts.
"Good fuck," he murmured.
She smiled and tongued his ear, her hand venturing between his thighs.
"Thank you, Ramu," she murmured. "It was wonderful for me, too."
"I'll fuck you again."
"Yes. Promise you'll fuck me often."
He grinned and kissed her breast. "No question about that, whore!"
She giggled. "Good. Can I suck your cock? I want your cum in my mouth."
He laughed and got to his feet. "Baby, you're magic," he breathed as she took his penis in her mouth again and began sucking him hungrily. "Pure magic."
Ramu was good to her. They fucked whenever they could and they were well-suited to one another. If he was a patient and gentle teacher, she was an apt and willing pupil and she rapidly progressed, acquiring a consummate artistry in her lovemaking. He introduced her to the joys of a butt-fuck, and Sheila's orgasm with his cock thrust deep into her cunt was shattering.
Ramu encouraged her to take other lovers, other servants who worked in houses in the neighbouring flats and buildings, sturdy youths from the locality. She was touched by his generosity and lack of envy. He grinned and said that watching her fuck other men would be quite a turn-on.
That decided it, and Sheila let him bring up other servants to labour over her only too willing and eager teenage body. Later, also at his instance, she had begun to whore. At first, she was reluctant to take money from the servants, though the idea of being a whore excited her. After all, they were only servants and didn't have cash to waste, and she loved fucking them, not least because they were servants, and she didn't want to give that up.
But Ramu insisted, telling her it wouldn't do, she would have to show a little class, not just be available for every jock who wanted her. Sheila relented.
She expected that the demand for money would thin the ranks of her servant-lovers. It did nothing of the kind. Not just the young men in the neighbourhood, but the servants, too, were quite willing to pay for her body and she found them unexpectedly generous, even though she didn't fix a price, despite Ramu's vociferous protests, leaving it to them to pay her what they liked or could afford. Sheila found that she liked the sex-money; it had a special piquant quality because it came from being a whore.
Sheila's sexual appetite was voracious. She was especially fond of fucking more than one man at a time. Her elder uncle, Stanley, caught her at it one day, coming in unexpectedly when she was in her bedroom fucking two servants, first Aman and then Dilip, from the building opposite. Sheila thought she had enough time alone with each. She was careless. The doors to the house and her room were wide open.
She didn't hear Uncle Stanley come in. He wasn't supposed to be home this early, but how was she to know that he had been compelled to return because someone in the office died and it closed early? He frowned at the open door, suspecting foul play, a burglary perhaps, stepped in cautiously and instantly his ears were assailed by the sound of sex, strong, hard, demanding sex, a woman's loud, shuddering moans and gasps, the deep, staccato grunts of a man. They came from Sheila's bedroom.
Stanley felt a rush of tension as he stole across the hall and peered into the bedroom. He didn't quite know what to expect.
No one was supposed to be at home ... yet the voice ... the female voice ... unquestionably that of Sheila, his teenage niece ... it had to be her ... god, was she being bangd? No ... there was no cry for help ... unmistakable desire, on the contrary ... could it be she, doing ... doing *this*? Here, at home? When she ought to have been at school? And with whom? For god's sake, with whom?
What he saw made his eyes pop. His heart jumped, his pulse raced and, oddly, his loins surged - there was no feeling of revulsion or dismay. Just pure, naked, lust. God, she was lovely. So very lovely. Her body was slender and superbly curved, dusky and smooth-skinned. Her neck was long and slender and her face was delicate, with high cheekbones, wide, almond-shaped eyes lined with *kajal*, dark, silky hair tied now in a pony tail, full wide lips before teeth that were very white and even.
Her breasts were gorgeous, full and ripe, sloping like succulent mangoes, and her belly was firm and flat, the waist narrow and, beneath, her hips flared and curved to slim, taut buttocks and long, superbly tapering legs.
Her arms, like her legs, were slender and smoothly turned and her feet and hands were beautifully arched and her wrists and ankles were delicate, not bony. She wore a fine gold necklace that glistened on her dusky skin.
Sheila soared up the curve and, with a loud cry, exploded, gasping and crying out, her cunt contracting frenetically on the pistoning penis, the breath shooting from her throat, her body tensing and writhing, her buttocks pressed back against his thighs and clenched taut. Ramu gasped, holding her hips, his belly sucked inward, jerking his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her delightful cunt.
Suddenly, leaning forward, he squeezed her breasts and hammered his hips violently at her buttocks in a series of rapid, trip-hammer thrusts, his thighs slapping at her buttocks and bouncing off madly. Sheila cried out as the huge penis thundered and rammed and reamed into her cunt.
The servant crushed her breasts and kept on ram-fucking her slit, bent steeply over her, his buttocks flexing and unflexing frantically, his hips snapping madly, his entire body quivering and jerking. His hips swung furiously back and forth in a frenzied rhythm and she crashed incredulously into another orgasm.
Abruptly, he rammed deep into her, making her cry out in a shrill voice and held still. She heard him moan, his cock buried deep in her cunt, quivering and throbbing. His hips twitched at her buttocks as he rocked at her with small, hard jerks.
And then she gasped, her eyes flying wide in wonder and joy and awe as he came, exploding in her cunt. The spoot spurted from his cock into her sodden cunt-flesh in sharp, stinging jets.
Sheila whimpered joyously, and instinctively tightened her cunt on his penis. He groaned and his penis squirted more gunk into her slit. Slowly, he pulled out of her. His jizz seeped over her thighs.
Gasping and panting, Sheila sank down onto the table and turned on her back. She closed her eyes and caressed herself dreamily, her chest heaving. Dipping a finger in her cunt, she scooped his jizz on her fingertip and lasciviously licked it.
It tasted wonderful. Ramu chuckled softly and bent his head to kiss her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She squirmed against him and he squeezed her breasts.
"Good fuck," he murmured.
She smiled and tongued his ear, her hand venturing between his thighs.
"Thank you, Ramu," she murmured. "It was wonderful for me, too."
"I'll fuck you again."
"Yes. Promise you'll fuck me often."
He grinned and kissed her breast. "No question about that, whore!"
She giggled. "Good. Can I suck your cock? I want your cum in my mouth."
He laughed and got to his feet. "Baby, you're magic," he breathed as she took his penis in her mouth again and began sucking him hungrily. "Pure magic."
Ramu was good to her. They fucked whenever they could and they were well-suited to one another. If he was a patient and gentle teacher, she was an apt and willing pupil and she rapidly progressed, acquiring a consummate artistry in her lovemaking. He introduced her to the joys of a butt-fuck, and Sheila's orgasm with his cock thrust deep into her cunt was shattering.
Ramu encouraged her to take other lovers, other servants who worked in houses in the neighbouring flats and buildings, sturdy youths from the locality. She was touched by his generosity and lack of envy. He grinned and said that watching her fuck other men would be quite a turn-on.
That decided it, and Sheila let him bring up other servants to labour over her only too willing and eager teenage body. Later, also at his instance, she had begun to whore. At first, she was reluctant to take money from the servants, though the idea of being a whore excited her. After all, they were only servants and didn't have cash to waste, and she loved fucking them, not least because they were servants, and she didn't want to give that up.
But Ramu insisted, telling her it wouldn't do, she would have to show a little class, not just be available for every jock who wanted her. Sheila relented.
She expected that the demand for money would thin the ranks of her servant-lovers. It did nothing of the kind. Not just the young men in the neighbourhood, but the servants, too, were quite willing to pay for her body and she found them unexpectedly generous, even though she didn't fix a price, despite Ramu's vociferous protests, leaving it to them to pay her what they liked or could afford. Sheila found that she liked the sex-money; it had a special piquant quality because it came from being a whore.
Sheila's sexual appetite was voracious. She was especially fond of fucking more than one man at a time. Her elder uncle, Stanley, caught her at it one day, coming in unexpectedly when she was in her bedroom fucking two servants, first Aman and then Dilip, from the building opposite. Sheila thought she had enough time alone with each. She was careless. The doors to the house and her room were wide open.
She didn't hear Uncle Stanley come in. He wasn't supposed to be home this early, but how was she to know that he had been compelled to return because someone in the office died and it closed early? He frowned at the open door, suspecting foul play, a burglary perhaps, stepped in cautiously and instantly his ears were assailed by the sound of sex, strong, hard, demanding sex, a woman's loud, shuddering moans and gasps, the deep, staccato grunts of a man. They came from Sheila's bedroom.
Stanley felt a rush of tension as he stole across the hall and peered into the bedroom. He didn't quite know what to expect.
No one was supposed to be at home ... yet the voice ... the female voice ... unquestionably that of Sheila, his teenage niece ... it had to be her ... god, was she being bangd? No ... there was no cry for help ... unmistakable desire, on the contrary ... could it be she, doing ... doing *this*? Here, at home? When she ought to have been at school? And with whom? For god's sake, with whom?
What he saw made his eyes pop. His heart jumped, his pulse raced and, oddly, his loins surged - there was no feeling of revulsion or dismay. Just pure, naked, lust. God, she was lovely. So very lovely. Her body was slender and superbly curved, dusky and smooth-skinned. Her neck was long and slender and her face was delicate, with high cheekbones, wide, almond-shaped eyes lined with *kajal*, dark, silky hair tied now in a pony tail, full wide lips before teeth that were very white and even.
Her breasts were gorgeous, full and ripe, sloping like succulent mangoes, and her belly was firm and flat, the waist narrow and, beneath, her hips flared and curved to slim, taut buttocks and long, superbly tapering legs.
Her arms, like her legs, were slender and smoothly turned and her feet and hands were beautifully arched and her wrists and ankles were delicate, not bony. She wore a fine gold necklace that glistened on her dusky skin.
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