30-06-2019, 02:14 PM
Sonali telephoned to report her success with Vinod, while Rajeev was fucking Nisha, his steno-typist. He loved fucking this one, with her fair, sexily curvaceous body, the full breasts, the narrow waist and slightly curved belly, the flared hips, the slender arms and legs. Her face was lovely, too, with high cheekbones, deep set eyes, large and an erotic brown, lined with thick, home made *kajal*, the mouth wide, parting often and readily in a charming smile that reached her eyes.
Her nose was fine and straight, the neck long, the hair long and thick. She wore a thick black and gold *mangalsutra* around her neck, a small *bindi*, bangles and earrings and anklets and toe-rings.
She was kneeling on the bed, her back to him as he fucked her from behind like a bitch in heat. Their bodies shone with sweat. His huge cock skewered her slowly, penetrating deep, filling her taut, wet, hot channel with its immensity and searing hardness. She moaned delirious obscenities, squirming her buttocks against his hips. He ground into her slowly, clenching her pendulous breasts, his lips at the nape of her neck, twisting and rolling his hips to churn her cunt-flesh with his monstrous pestle.
"OHh uhhh Rajeev uhhh *hanh* uhhh *hanh*...", she gasped when the phone rang.
"Fuck!" Rajeev swore savagely.
He paused, his cock throbbing inside her and groped for the phone. It clattered off the hook and he grabbed it as it fell, yanking it to him, resting the instrument on Nisha's back.She moaned softly, waiting for him like a filly for a mount, rocking slowly back and forth on all fours, her butt squirming against his thighs, her head hanging between her arms.
"Yes?" he grunted into the mouthpiece.
"Sonali. Busy?"
"Yeah, whaddya want?" He'd forgotten about her and Vinod.
"Who is it?" He heard her grin.
"Nisha," he grunted. "Hurry up."
"Okay, okay. Just to tell you it's done."
"What's done?"
"Vinod."
"What 'bout him?"
"You've forgotten? I fucked him tonight. Remember?"
"Oh yeah," he grinned. "Sorry, I forgot about that. How'd it go?"
"Like a dream, boss. He's great!"
"Good. Tell the others tomorrow."
"What?"
"He's on the market. Open house."
"Okay. Thanks for choosing me, Rajeev."
"Sure. Anytime."
"Have a good time with Nisha."
"Yeah, thanks."
"Tell her about it."
"Yeah."
Rajeev swept the phone off Nisha's back and slowly eased his cock out of her.
"That was Sonali," he grunted. "Looks like you've got yourselves a new stud."
Nisha giggled. He rolled his hips gently and she moaned heavily. He cupped her pendulous, swollen breasts, weighing them, thumbing her nipples. He grunted and with a slowly spin of his hips rolled into her again.She groaned, moaning loudly, her eyes closed, her breath rattling in her throat, her breasts turgid and hot. He began to move slowly, then steadily faster, in and out, in and out, in and out.
Nisha bit her lip to stifle her shuddering cry as he moved faster still, pistoning rapidly in and out, in and out, his butt swinging smoothly and deeply back and forth, her own hips jiggling and jerking and rolling and twisting and heaving under his, as his cock slid, glistening and dark and thick and vein-ridged, in and out of her.
It was too much for her and she came, her cunt spasming and convulsing on his dick. He gasped and thrust hard into her once, twice, three times, his huge eleven-and-a-half inch cock ramming deep into her, filling her, his hips twitching at her buttocks. He cried out, his cock quivering in her cunt and she gasped in joy and delight as he came, shooting thick jets of jizz into her slit.
I woke in the early hours of the morning by the sounds of lovemaking and the bouncing of Sonali's bed. I came out of an exhausted slumber reluctantly and slowly. I forced my eyes open and turned my head and instantly I was wide awake. She was fucking again, and her lover was her man-servant, Ganpat. He was a dark, hard-bodied man, with rough good looks. He was bent over her between her splayed legs, her thighs forked and raised, his body angled over her on knees and outstretched arms. His biceps bulged.
Her nose was fine and straight, the neck long, the hair long and thick. She wore a thick black and gold *mangalsutra* around her neck, a small *bindi*, bangles and earrings and anklets and toe-rings.
She was kneeling on the bed, her back to him as he fucked her from behind like a bitch in heat. Their bodies shone with sweat. His huge cock skewered her slowly, penetrating deep, filling her taut, wet, hot channel with its immensity and searing hardness. She moaned delirious obscenities, squirming her buttocks against his hips. He ground into her slowly, clenching her pendulous breasts, his lips at the nape of her neck, twisting and rolling his hips to churn her cunt-flesh with his monstrous pestle.
"OHh uhhh Rajeev uhhh *hanh* uhhh *hanh*...", she gasped when the phone rang.
"Fuck!" Rajeev swore savagely.
He paused, his cock throbbing inside her and groped for the phone. It clattered off the hook and he grabbed it as it fell, yanking it to him, resting the instrument on Nisha's back.She moaned softly, waiting for him like a filly for a mount, rocking slowly back and forth on all fours, her butt squirming against his thighs, her head hanging between her arms.
"Yes?" he grunted into the mouthpiece.
"Sonali. Busy?"
"Yeah, whaddya want?" He'd forgotten about her and Vinod.
"Who is it?" He heard her grin.
"Nisha," he grunted. "Hurry up."
"Okay, okay. Just to tell you it's done."
"What's done?"
"Vinod."
"What 'bout him?"
"You've forgotten? I fucked him tonight. Remember?"
"Oh yeah," he grinned. "Sorry, I forgot about that. How'd it go?"
"Like a dream, boss. He's great!"
"Good. Tell the others tomorrow."
"What?"
"He's on the market. Open house."
"Okay. Thanks for choosing me, Rajeev."
"Sure. Anytime."
"Have a good time with Nisha."
"Yeah, thanks."
"Tell her about it."
"Yeah."
Rajeev swept the phone off Nisha's back and slowly eased his cock out of her.
"That was Sonali," he grunted. "Looks like you've got yourselves a new stud."
Nisha giggled. He rolled his hips gently and she moaned heavily. He cupped her pendulous, swollen breasts, weighing them, thumbing her nipples. He grunted and with a slowly spin of his hips rolled into her again.She groaned, moaning loudly, her eyes closed, her breath rattling in her throat, her breasts turgid and hot. He began to move slowly, then steadily faster, in and out, in and out, in and out.
Nisha bit her lip to stifle her shuddering cry as he moved faster still, pistoning rapidly in and out, in and out, his butt swinging smoothly and deeply back and forth, her own hips jiggling and jerking and rolling and twisting and heaving under his, as his cock slid, glistening and dark and thick and vein-ridged, in and out of her.
It was too much for her and she came, her cunt spasming and convulsing on his dick. He gasped and thrust hard into her once, twice, three times, his huge eleven-and-a-half inch cock ramming deep into her, filling her, his hips twitching at her buttocks. He cried out, his cock quivering in her cunt and she gasped in joy and delight as he came, shooting thick jets of jizz into her slit.
I woke in the early hours of the morning by the sounds of lovemaking and the bouncing of Sonali's bed. I came out of an exhausted slumber reluctantly and slowly. I forced my eyes open and turned my head and instantly I was wide awake. She was fucking again, and her lover was her man-servant, Ganpat. He was a dark, hard-bodied man, with rough good looks. He was bent over her between her splayed legs, her thighs forked and raised, his body angled over her on knees and outstretched arms. His biceps bulged.
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