Adultery Erotic Short and Long Stories by smitanair_999

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sameer returned and, over his shoulder, called for the servant. Ganpat came in and smiled when he saw Sonali naked on the sofa.

Nikhil gaped. He had quite forgotten his demand that he be permitted to watch the servant fucking Sonali. She turned to him and smiled.

"I keep my promises," she murmured. "Now watch my servant fuck me."

She got to her feet and went across to Ganpat and wound her arms around him and tilted her face to his. He squeezed her buttocks and breasts and bent his head to hers and kissed her. Nikhil could see him push his tongue into her mouth. Slowly, she undid his tunic and pulled it off his torso. It was trim and muscular. She slithered to her knees and opened his trousers deftly. They puddled at his feet. His penis was long and dark and thick and, without further ado, she took it in her mouth and began to suck it. The servant chuckled, his eyes darting from her to Nikhil, and fucked her face gently, holding her head and rocking it back and forth, pumping his hips.

"C'mon, whore," he muttered. "Suck my prick, bitch. Suck it good!"

Sonali sucked Ganpat's cock steadily for several minutes. Her head rocked back and forth between his thighs and he pumped his hips at her face. She licked his cock-head lasciviously, pumping his shaft in one fist. At last, he pushed her head away. She rose to her feet and turned around with her back to him. She leaned against her servant's body, facing her guest, and turned her face to one side, looping her arm over Ganpat's neck and bringing his mouth down to hers. Nikhil watched the man squeeze her breasts and finger her cunt. Her buttocks squirmed against his rigid cock and she reached down for it.

"Fuck me, Ganpat," she muttered. "Fuck my cunt ..."

Ganpat grinned at Nikhil over her shoulder. "I've been fucking this whore since she was fifteen ... isn't that so, whore?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, it is."

Laughing, he moved her to the low wooden coffee-table in front of the sofa on which Nikhil sat. She knelt on its surface and Ganpat pushed her forward so that she was bent over with her hands on the floor on the other side of the table, and her buttocks were lifted up high to her servant. He stood behind her and pressed her buttocks open.

"First, I'm gonna fuck her cunt. Then her ass. Watch me," he announced.

Sonali groaned, her head hanging between her arms, her breasts pendulous. Slowly, Ganpat squeezed his cock into her cunt. She gasped, biting her lower lip, her head lifting. Chuckling, Ganpat squeezed his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. She cried out, trembling and gasping. Nikhil watched it disappear into her cunt.

He fucked her slowly and unhurriedly, holding her buttocks and rocking her body before him. Swinging his hips rhythmically, he drove his cock steadily in and out of her cunt, his buttocks flexing and unflexing. Nikhil had to admit that the man was a superb lover, with immense control. Sonali gasped and whimpered, her body jerking under his thrusts, her breasts swinging. Ganpat fucked her steadily for several minutes, chuckling and smiling at Nikhil's expression.

"Now her ass," he said and slid his cock out of her cunt.

He pressed her buttocks wide open and pressed his cock-head to her anus. Sonali gasped and tensed. Ganpat took a deep breath and, flexing his buttocks, slowly squeezed his cock into her asshole.
Sonali cried out thinly, her head snapping up.

Nikhil gaped as he watched her servant fucking her butt. Deeper and deeper he went and then began to fuck her rapidly, jerking his cock swiftly in and out of her ass.

Sonali's cries rang in Nikhil's ears. Her body jerked and her face was contorted with pain and lust. Ganpat gasped and grunted, moving steadily, going faster and faster. Sliding his hand under her belly, he began to finger-fuck her cunt at the same time. Sonali cried out, lurching and writhing, her buttocks rocking back and forth along her servant's shaft. Now her cries were lewd and obscene.

"Yes ... yes Ganpat yes ... fuck me ... fuck my ass ... Ohhhhh yes ... yes ... fuck my ass hard Ganu ... fuck it harder! Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhh unhh Ohhh god oh yes Ohhhh uhhhh yes-yes-yes-OHHHHHHYES!"

The servant obeyed and she cried out. Laughing at her, he clenched her hair and jerked her head up so that Nikhil could see the lust on her face. The servant laughed.

"Good, isn't she? I taught her myself!"

He fucked her ass rhythmically. Nikhil watched Ganpat's cock pistoning in and out of her ass. Suddenly, Ganpat pulled out of her butt and jerked her away roughly. She winced and cried out, but didn't protest. Chortling, Ganpat moved her on her back on the table, spreading her legs wide. He bent in a squat over her and, leaning forward, his hands on the floor on either side of the table, rammed his cock into her cunt with a savage thrust.

Sonali cried out and her body arched and twisted under his. As Nikhil watched, her servant began to ram-fuck her rapidly, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt. His buttocks bobbed, flexing and unflexing, and his cock pistoned like a trip-hammer. She cried out, kissing him, sucking his nipples, clenching his arms, begging him to fuck her harder, harder, harder. Her breasts wobbled under his thrusts.

Nikhil saw her orgasm and, seconds later, growling his satisfaction, the servant slammed into her repeatedly and then jerked his cock out of her. Gasping, he shook it and exploded, showering her petite body with thick streamers of hot jizz. He bent his head and kissed her and she moaned, returning the embrace, caressing her servant-lover tenderly. Ganpat got up and began to dress, chuckling softly.

"My god," Nikhil gasped in awe. "She's incredible."

Sameer grinned. Just then, the doorbell rang. He rose to answer it. "Hey, that's nothing. Wait till you see this!"

Nikhil was introduced to Vinod. He was a peon from her office, and a lover. She had asked him to come over and fuck her, just for Nikhil's benefit. They all moved to her bedroom. Sonali went into the bathroom and returned after a few minutes, washed and douched. Sameer started the video player.

A pornographic movie started playing, starring two lovely young women called Nisha and Nandini. Watching it, Sonali felt horny again. Vinod and she were naked on the large, well-sprung double-bed. It was a warm night, and his body was tacky with sweat. He felt the first erotic trickle of perspiration on his chest. He sat with his arms around her, his back against the headboard, his legs spread wide and she sat between his legs, leaning against his dark, solid body. Watching the movie, she tilted her head back, her head against his neck.

He caressed her neck and face and breasts gently. Her breasts were full and firm, and they grew hot and hard at his touch. He delighted in their weight and fullness. She hunched her shoulders and squeezed her breasts together, trapping his fingers between them. She turned her face to his and their lips met in a lingering kiss, his tongue sliding between her lips. He tweaked her nipples gently.

Sonali tensed, her body growing hot. Her legs spread apart, and her cunt was already wet. Vinod really turned her on. Vinod squeezed her breasts gently, thumbing her nipples. He was a handsome young lad, scarcely out of his teens. He was clean-shaven, with a square jaw and slightly hooked yet straight, strong nose. He had a sexy cleft in his chin. His eyes were smiling, deep-set, dark, the cheeks firm and hollowed, the mouth sexily masculine with the upper lip slim and the lower one straight and full.

He smiled often, his eyes crinkling, deep lines forming in his face. His hair was short and dark and curly. She loved his body. He wasn't very tall, but then neither was she. His cock was big: over nine inches long when erect, over an inch and a half thick and it would slide into her cunt like a sword into its sheath, a perfect fit, filling her cunt without hurting.

His shoulders were wide, broad, the chest deep and curved and hard, the belly hard and flat. His torso tapered in a sharp V and was quite hairless, even the armpits depilated. His hips were high, the waist narrow, and his legs and arms were long, with thick muscles bulging in them. He wore a thick silver chain around his neck.

Vinod moistened a fingertip in his mouth and gently caressed Sonali's breast-tips again. She shivered in delight, closing her eyes and leaning against his hard chest, her nipples stiffening even further, quivering in his fingers. He smiled as she gasped, her arms rising back to curl about his neck. They kissed again, and she sucked his tongue, taking it deep into her mouth, meeting it with her own in flickering, eager response.

The videotape ground on relentlessly, showing Nandini gasping and panting, hot and sweaty, being fucked steadily by two dark studs simultaneously in her cunt and mouth. The erotic music and sounds of sex fired Sonali's lust.

She slid down slightly and turned her face on his chest, her lips hovering over his nipple. He smiled down at her, caressing her lovely face. Sonali's sharp, pointed bright tongue snaked out and flicked at his nipple. He grunted as it swirled and coiled over the small sharp ridge of flesh. Then her lips widened and closed over it and she began to suck on it gently, with insistent pressure. She moved to the other nipple. He fondled her breasts and belly.

His fingers slipped between her shapely thighs. They slid apart and he drew his finger down her fuzzy slit to find it moist already. Vinod's body began to tingle with excitement, as her warm, moist mouth enveloped his nipples, her tongue flicking and teasing them. His cock throbbed and pulsed, hardening, pressing against her back.

Sonali squirmed against it, wanting it. She released his nipples and, her face suffused and softened with passion, the nostrils flared, breathing heavily, slid lower.

Vinod flicked a glance at Nikhil, for whose benefit they were putting on this performance. Vinod loved fucking for an audience, as did Sonali. Nikhil's eyes darted from the sexy film to the couple on the bed, obviously torn between temptations. On the screen, a lovely young woman named Nisha was crying out aloud as a dark man with an enormous penis fucked her cunt rapidly, thrusting it in and out of her body. She lay on her back, heaving and thrashing, moaning obscenely, begging him to fuck her harder and harder.

On the bed, Sonali slid lower still and Vinod spread his legs wide. He thought she looked even lovelier, her eyes glazed, the sexual hunger burning in tiny flames deep within the dark brown irises. She was down on her back now, her face between his thighs, his knees raised on either side of head. His cock was thickening rapidly against her face, growing hot and hard and thick and long.

She took it in her hand and began to caress her face with it. He grunted as her warm lips fluttered up and down its length, over the cock-head, down to the base of his shaft. She lifted it and ran her fiery tongue down its length, then dipped lower to tongue his heavy balls. They were big and the scrotum was relaxed and loose, the skin crinkled. His balls surged upward as her lips drew in each of the big testicles by turn, suckling gently on them.

His knees rose higher, spreading wider and her tongue slid instantly lower down the hard ridge beneath his balls to his puckered, tangy anus. Vinod gasped and arched and his cock throbbed erect as her tongue swirled about his asshole and slowly probed its dank recesses. He flung his head back, his hands on her head, his hips squirming in pure delight. He began to masturbate slowly over her face. Nikhil turned away from the screen and watched them in fascination.

Sonali could feel the heat of Vinod's loins against her face. Her head rose again, still upside down and now she craned her neck, her lips parting, and her long, sharp tongue flickered out to coil lovingly about his gorged cock-head as she flipped his foreskin back with practiced ease. His cock-head was already gorged and slimy with pre-cum gunk. It tasted heady, tangy and musky and the taste excited her.

Her lips slid up about his cock-head and he moaned loud and long, dropping his hips, his cock slipping deep into her mouth. It felt wonderful: her mouth was warm and moist, and she sucked his penis with a steadily increasing pressure, her tongue rolling and coiling and swirling incessantly at his cock-head. He fondled her breasts excitedly and felt her nipples quiver in his fingers.

"OHHHHHHhh ... uhhhh ... OHHHHH ...," Vinod gasped.

Sonali's legs rose and split wide. She reached down and pressed her cunt-lips open. The dark triangle of springy pubic hair was neatly trimmed and sparse. Vinod could see the glint of cunt-juice on her pubic hair. The sight of it aroused him even further.

Kneeling over her face, he leaned forward across her body. Instantly, her cunt arched to his face. He waited, his silver chain brushing cool and sexy against her belly and thighs, still fucking her mouth slowly, his hips pumping slowly and heavily over her face. Her mouth was hungry and eager, sucking harder and harder and her tongue rapped at his cock-head.

Now she took his balls in her fingers, fondling them, a slim finger probing into the cleft between his lean buttocks, pulling them open, pressing at his puckered anus. He grunted in pleasure, his head arching, eyes fluttering shut, his lips parted in a soft, heavy moan as he quite deliberately yielded and let her slip her fingertip into his ass. It felt wonderful, his cock in her mouth, her finger in his anus, and his excitement mounted. He felt her breasts press against his belly and thighs. His cock slid slowly in and out of her mouth.

At last, he bent his head to her dripping slit. He parted her cunt-lips carefully and she tensed beneath him. Then she arched suddenly, gasping, releasing her mouth-hold on his cock for a second as his tongue slid heavily into her cunt and moved downward. Her hips bucked and shook. He thrust his tongue in deeper, rolling it in and out, round and round, up and down her musky, tangy cunt. Her hips began to writhe and lurch under his face and he tongue-fucked her mouth rapidly and hungrily. Her juices flowed freely and he opened his mouth wide, flicking her gorged clitoris this way and that.

Sonali's cunt bucked at her peon's face and he felt her teeth nibbling delicately on his cock, her finger sliding even more deeply into his anus. He gasped and slid his cock deeper into her mouth. He pressed her buttocks apart and found her anus. It yielded at his touch and they went into a feverish sixty-nine, their mouths at each other's loins, their fingers in one another's assholes. Locked together, they rolled over gently so that she was on top of him and he beneath her. Her hips ground and pressed with increasing urgency at his face. Her cunt was streaming with love-juice. Her body squirmed over his, writhing and pressing taut to his, her nipples rock-hard against his thighs and belly. His cock was on fire in her mouth, her lips and teeth and tongue doing magical things.