30-06-2019, 02:26 PM
Now he wanted her for his own pleasure. He jerked out of her and fucked her again, this time lying on his side and thrusting quickly into her from behind, lifting one of her legs high in his hand. He fucked her rapidly, one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder, jigging her furiously up and down on his cock. Her breasts bounced and she cried out, her eyes closed, whimpering tiredly.
The enormous cock was relentless in her cunt, thrusting angrily in and out of her cunt, his balls slamming against her buttocks and thighs. She came again and he swore violently, his cock jerking into her over and over. He struggled for control.
Somehow, he managed to hold back. She bowed her head, panting and gasping, awed by his stamina and staying power. Rarely did a lover satisfy her thus. She sensed his desire and she satisfied it willingly.
Quickly, she got onto the nearest armchair on her knees, her hands clenching the backrest, her buttocks thrust back, proffering her anus. Gasping with excitement, the servant stood behind her and pressed his cock-head to her asshole. He was burning with lust. Her sphincter spasmed once and he cried out, his head snapping back and jammed his cock into her asshole.
Kiran screamed softly, her face contorting in a grimace of pain and lust as the huge, fiery rod seared into her butt. She dug a hand into her crotch and began to masturbate frantically.
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard!" she gasped. "*Maarmerigaand*! *Jorsemaar*!"
Overpowered by lust, he ram-fucked her butt, jerking and slamming his hips back and forth, forcing his cock into her asshole again and again. It was burning hot and tight as a vice and it convulsed feverishly on his penis. He felt her orgasm and her ass cramped almost painfully on his dick. He cried out and rocked into her savagely and finally lost control. Beneath him, Kiran mewed in pleasure and joy when she felt the sharp sting of his spoot geysering in a searing flood into her asshole.
He slid out of her asshole slowly, his cock quivering and throbbing. She moaned, and her breath came in heaving, rattling gasps. Her head bowed between her arms. He chuckled softly and squeezed her dangling breasts. She groaned.
"Well, whore, like it? Had a good fuck?" he growled.
She turned around and sat in the chair and smiled prettily. "Yes," she said. "It was very good. Thank you. Are you game for more?"
The man laughed. "Sure thing, bitch."
"Good. Fuck me again."
"Don't you wanna know my name at all?"
She looked genuinely puzzled. "What for?" She fondled his cock and smiled gently. "As long as you're ready to use your cock on me, I don't care."
The man laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're one horny whore!"
He told her his name anyway, Bhiku, and she told him hers, quite unnecessarily. He knew who she was. Kiran kissed the servant, holding his head in her hands and thrusting her tongue hungrily into his mouth. He squeezed her breasts. She arched her back and pushed his head to her breasts. He sucked them gently, then sharply. She groaned and pushed his head lower. He kissed her belly and nuzzled her crotch. Her legs spread wide, hooking over the arms of the chair. He thrust his face into her cunt.
"Come on, loverboy ... lick my slit ... shove your tongue into my pussy! *Chaatmujhe*!"
The servant pulled her cunt-lips open and slid his tongue into her crack. She groaned and closed her eyes, tilting her face up. His tongue was wonderful, thick and heavy, rippling through her sodden slit like fire. She squeezed her breasts with one hand, moving his head around in her groin with the other. Kiran whimpered her pleasure.
He tongue-fucked her steadily for several minutes, savouring the heady taste of her cunt juices and his own gunk. She moaned and whimpered happily, her hips jerking and writhing under his face. He straightened and climbed on the chair and gave her his cock to suck once again. She took it in her mouth greedily and sucked and licked it lasciviously, her tongue working its magic on the penis.
He fucked her face unhurriedly, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking her head with one hand, bending his head to watch her suck his penis. She sucked harder and harder, moaning and whimpering in her throat.
He pulled away and stood on the floor and leaned over her. She spread her legs wide and lifted her cunt up high. One hand on the back of the chair, his head bent to watch her under him, he flexed his buttocks and slowly drilled his cock into her cunt. Kiran moaned softly as the huge rod seared into her flesh. She gripped his buttocks and dragged his head down to hers.
"Fuck me," she groaned in his ear, tonguing it. ""Fuck me Bhiku! Shove your cock into my slit ... I want it all! I want to feel it right up inside me! *Bhardemerechuthko*!"
Slowly, the servant flexed his buttocks tighter and tighter. He grimaced and gasped as her hot cunt convulsed frantically on the intruding penis as it burrowed and plowed into her soft, eager, wanton flesh. Her head jerked to one side and she whimpered in pleasure, her chest heaving. Bhiku crushed her breasts with one hand. She groaned, clenching his arms, her hips arched high, her buttocks taut, her cunt squeezing and sucking hungrily on his penis.
"Oh fuck!" he gasped. "Oh fuck yes! Ohhh yes, baby yes! Take it! Take it whore! Take my cock!"
"Ohhh ... uhhhh yes ... yes ... ohhhh yes ... yes ... ohhh uhhh oh ma uhhh ahhh ... yes ... oh ma uhhh ahh ... unhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhh Oh oh oh!"
Now gripping both arms of the chair, gasping with exertion, the servant began to grind his cock heavily in and out of Kiran's cunt. She gasped and moaned, arching and writhing erotically under him, squeezing and crushing her breasts in an eager frenzy.
"Fuck me!" she called. "Fuck me all night, Bhiku! Fuck me hard!"
Not that he needed any bidding anyway ...
End of Part 6 The Girl Next Door
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The enormous cock was relentless in her cunt, thrusting angrily in and out of her cunt, his balls slamming against her buttocks and thighs. She came again and he swore violently, his cock jerking into her over and over. He struggled for control.
Somehow, he managed to hold back. She bowed her head, panting and gasping, awed by his stamina and staying power. Rarely did a lover satisfy her thus. She sensed his desire and she satisfied it willingly.
Quickly, she got onto the nearest armchair on her knees, her hands clenching the backrest, her buttocks thrust back, proffering her anus. Gasping with excitement, the servant stood behind her and pressed his cock-head to her asshole. He was burning with lust. Her sphincter spasmed once and he cried out, his head snapping back and jammed his cock into her asshole.
Kiran screamed softly, her face contorting in a grimace of pain and lust as the huge, fiery rod seared into her butt. She dug a hand into her crotch and began to masturbate frantically.
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... fuck it hard!" she gasped. "*Maarmerigaand*! *Jorsemaar*!"
Overpowered by lust, he ram-fucked her butt, jerking and slamming his hips back and forth, forcing his cock into her asshole again and again. It was burning hot and tight as a vice and it convulsed feverishly on his penis. He felt her orgasm and her ass cramped almost painfully on his dick. He cried out and rocked into her savagely and finally lost control. Beneath him, Kiran mewed in pleasure and joy when she felt the sharp sting of his spoot geysering in a searing flood into her asshole.
He slid out of her asshole slowly, his cock quivering and throbbing. She moaned, and her breath came in heaving, rattling gasps. Her head bowed between her arms. He chuckled softly and squeezed her dangling breasts. She groaned.
"Well, whore, like it? Had a good fuck?" he growled.
She turned around and sat in the chair and smiled prettily. "Yes," she said. "It was very good. Thank you. Are you game for more?"
The man laughed. "Sure thing, bitch."
"Good. Fuck me again."
"Don't you wanna know my name at all?"
She looked genuinely puzzled. "What for?" She fondled his cock and smiled gently. "As long as you're ready to use your cock on me, I don't care."
The man laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're one horny whore!"
He told her his name anyway, Bhiku, and she told him hers, quite unnecessarily. He knew who she was. Kiran kissed the servant, holding his head in her hands and thrusting her tongue hungrily into his mouth. He squeezed her breasts. She arched her back and pushed his head to her breasts. He sucked them gently, then sharply. She groaned and pushed his head lower. He kissed her belly and nuzzled her crotch. Her legs spread wide, hooking over the arms of the chair. He thrust his face into her cunt.
"Come on, loverboy ... lick my slit ... shove your tongue into my pussy! *Chaatmujhe*!"
The servant pulled her cunt-lips open and slid his tongue into her crack. She groaned and closed her eyes, tilting her face up. His tongue was wonderful, thick and heavy, rippling through her sodden slit like fire. She squeezed her breasts with one hand, moving his head around in her groin with the other. Kiran whimpered her pleasure.
He tongue-fucked her steadily for several minutes, savouring the heady taste of her cunt juices and his own gunk. She moaned and whimpered happily, her hips jerking and writhing under his face. He straightened and climbed on the chair and gave her his cock to suck once again. She took it in her mouth greedily and sucked and licked it lasciviously, her tongue working its magic on the penis.
He fucked her face unhurriedly, pumping his hips back and forth, rocking her head with one hand, bending his head to watch her suck his penis. She sucked harder and harder, moaning and whimpering in her throat.
He pulled away and stood on the floor and leaned over her. She spread her legs wide and lifted her cunt up high. One hand on the back of the chair, his head bent to watch her under him, he flexed his buttocks and slowly drilled his cock into her cunt. Kiran moaned softly as the huge rod seared into her flesh. She gripped his buttocks and dragged his head down to hers.
"Fuck me," she groaned in his ear, tonguing it. ""Fuck me Bhiku! Shove your cock into my slit ... I want it all! I want to feel it right up inside me! *Bhardemerechuthko*!"
Slowly, the servant flexed his buttocks tighter and tighter. He grimaced and gasped as her hot cunt convulsed frantically on the intruding penis as it burrowed and plowed into her soft, eager, wanton flesh. Her head jerked to one side and she whimpered in pleasure, her chest heaving. Bhiku crushed her breasts with one hand. She groaned, clenching his arms, her hips arched high, her buttocks taut, her cunt squeezing and sucking hungrily on his penis.
"Oh fuck!" he gasped. "Oh fuck yes! Ohhh yes, baby yes! Take it! Take it whore! Take my cock!"
"Ohhh ... uhhhh yes ... yes ... ohhhh yes ... yes ... ohhh uhhh oh ma uhhh ahhh ... yes ... oh ma uhhh ahh ... unhhh ohhh uhhh ohhh uhh Oh oh oh!"
Now gripping both arms of the chair, gasping with exertion, the servant began to grind his cock heavily in and out of Kiran's cunt. She gasped and moaned, arching and writhing erotically under him, squeezing and crushing her breasts in an eager frenzy.
"Fuck me!" she called. "Fuck me all night, Bhiku! Fuck me hard!"
Not that he needed any bidding anyway ...
End of Part 6 The Girl Next Door
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