30-06-2019, 03:38 PM
Suresh watched in horrified fascination as the steward sodomised his beautiful bride. He fucked her ass slowly and in no apparent hurry, savouring her delights to the full. His buttocks flexed and unflexed and his hips rocked gently back and forth.
His cock went in and out of her anus, appearing and disappearing as though extruded from her flesh, then drawn in again. Sayali's face twisted with excitement and lust and she whimpered, her shoulders on the bed, her face turned to one side, facing Suresh, her eyes closed, and her body rocked and swung back and forth under his thrusts.
Suresh was transfixed by the sight of Michael's hard, glistening penis sliding in and out of his wife's butt. She moaned her pleasure and he began to move slightly faster, holding her buttocks and hips, squeezing her soft flesh eagerly as he pushed and squeezed his swollen cock into her asshole. He thrust hand under her belly and fingered her slit.
Sayali moaned and orgasmed violently, her body shuddering and trembling. The steward groaned in delight and slowly skewered her ass deeply, once, twice, three, four, five times. Each thrust drew an ululating moan from her throat. He gasped in response. Finally, gasping, he pulled slowly out of her and, jerking his cock in his fist, came copiously over her back and thighs and in the crevice between her lovely buttocks.
Groaning, he pushed his still dribbling cock back into her asshole and fucked her again slowly for a few minutes.
They behaved like lovers, as if it was their honeymoon, not his. Suresh watched as the man flung himself into an armchair and lit a cigarette. On the bed, Sayali lay on her front, whimpering and gasping, her chest heaving. Slowly, she turned her face to him.
"Hey, Mike."
"What."
"You're not done yet, are you?"
He chuckled. "What do you think?"
"The Michael I knew could have fucked me at least twice more."
"I haven't changed."
"So fuck me."
"Come and make me."
"Tell me what you'd like." Sayali turned on her side to face him.
"Shall I frig for you?"
"With a dildo?"
"If you like."
"You have one?"
She laughed. "Part of my travelling kit. I don't leave home without it. It's the first drawer, there, a blue travelling pouch. Will you get it?"
"Nah, forget it. Prefer the real thing. C'mere and suck my cock."
Sayali rolled out of bed with a delighted, wanton smile and walked across to him. He grinned at her. Suresh moaned to himself, his fist sticky with his jizz as he took in the sight of her superbly curved, slender, dusky body swaying across the room, her breasts bouncing, her buttocks rippling smoothly and strongly.
He remembered her reaction when the steward pushed his cock between them and into her anus and was filled with a desire to emulate him. He watched, now numb to the trauma, alive only to the hyperbolic sexual debauchery being played out before him.
Michael grinned wolfishly as she came up to him. He sat, smoking, one leg drawn up, the heel on the seat of the chair, the other flung casually over the arm. He masturbated slowly, his legs spread wide. He put out his cigarette as she came to him.
Standing before him, she bent forward and they kissed. He cupped her breasts and fondled them gently. Her long *mangalsutra* swung between their bodies. Her hands got busy in his groin, stroking his cock deftly. He slid a hand down to her crotch and her legs shuffled apart in immediate welcome. Her buttocks writhed in pleasure as he slid a finger into her slit.
They broke the kiss and Sayali bent her head and sucked and licked his nipples. Slowly, she dragged her tongue down his body, slipping to her knees. Finally, her head bent over his crotch and her tongue snaked out and coiled around his cock-head.
"Mm, tastes good," she murmured, smiling wantonly as she licked the penis, so recently in her ass. "I love this."
"What?"
"Sucking a cock that's been in my ass."
He grinned and gripped her head, pushing it down onto his penis.
"C'mon, whore! Gimme head!" he grunted.
Sayali fondled his penis lovingly, masturbating him with a deftness that was evidently acquired by long years of incessant practice. His penis throbbed and stirred and began to swell. She licked it gently, steadily, and then her lips parted and slipped about the cock-head.
He grunted and grinned and moved her head up and down. She sucked his cock steadily, then faster and faster. His erection ballooned in her mouth, distending her face. Rising, she squeezed her breasts in a sheath around it and masturbated him briefly with her breasts before resuming sucking his cock.
"Mm, yeh ... suck it ... suck it good, bitch," he murmured. "Mm ... yeh ... that's it ... suck it ... suck it, whore!"
Sayali whimpered deep in her throat; evidently, she enjoyed sucking cock. She caressed her breasts and her hand slid into her crotch and she masturbated gently. After several minutes, the man pushed her head away.
"Time to fuck again, whore," he chuckled. "Come on."
Sayali got to her feet and, turning around, straddled his lap. He slouched low in the chair, his huge penis pointing upward. She reached down and, taking it delicately in her hand, guided to her cunt. Suresh saw her pause, her palm along the shaft, her fingertips against his balls, his cock-head at her cunt-lips; then she drew in her breath and her hips sank and her cunt slipped down on his cock-head, running smoothly and rapidly and easily, so that his cock disappeared into her cunt like a knife into butter.
"Ohhhhh yes!"
Sayali gasped loudly, her head rising, her mouth fluttering open. Her belly rippled in and she grimaced in pleasure. Still holding the shaft, she moved her cunt lower still, and lower yet. His cock disappeared into her belly. She moaned thickly, her head arched, her belly sucked in, her hips squirming and writhing in pleasure on his lap.
He caressed her back gently, his hands gliding up and down her smooth, dusky flesh, moving around to fondle her breasts. She hissed softly as he squeezed the swollen mounds in his hands and pinched her rigid nipples. She cupped and squeezed his balls gently.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good, Mikey," she murmured and leaned back against his chest, turning her face to his.
He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Their lips parted and their tongues fenced openly against each other. He caressed her cock-filled cunt and she moaned softly, one bangled arm looped over his head. His hands roamed over her torso, playing with her breasts, caressing her belly, fondling her cunt.
He twined his fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rasped the rough beads over her nipples, making her shudder in delight. Slowly, she straightened. Her hips began to move, gyrating in tight, erotic circles on his lap. She groaned and her arched slowly. Her hips swirled slowly round and round, her buttocks flexing and squeezing over his cock.
She hissed softly and her hips rose, still circling and undulating, then spiralled slowly down again. Her mouth fluttered open and she leaned forward, her shoulders hunched, deep hollows appearing them, with her hands on his knees. Slowly, she began to rock up and down on his cock, sliding her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. Her belly rippled inward and she arched her back, hissing in pleasure as her cunt ground down deep on his cock.
She paused, his cock half in her cunt and clapped her buttocks rapidly together, squeezing his cock with her cunt. He gasped under her and arched his hips; his cock reared into her cunt and she moaned in delight.
"Oh fuck yes! Oh god yes!" she cried.
"Come on! Come on, whore! Do it!" he groaned, his face flushed with lust, his mouth hanging open, panting like a dog in heat.
Whimpering and moaning her pleasure, Sayali began rocking up and down on the steward's swollen penis. Her breasts jumped and bounced with her motions and the long *mangalsutra* tossed and slapped on her skin. Gasping and crying out lewdly, she moved faster and faster. Her buttocks caromed off his thighs.
She squeezed his balls in excitement. Her palm, fingers spreadeagled, lay flat on her belly as she suddenly ground her hips round in tight, jerky circles. Hissing his pleasure, she dragged her hand up her body, crushing her breasts savagely, up to her arched face.
"God yes, Mikey, yes!" she moaned. "Oh fuck I love your cock in my slit! Ohhhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes!"
"C'mon ... take it ... take it whore! Take it!" he gasped.
His cock went in and out of her anus, appearing and disappearing as though extruded from her flesh, then drawn in again. Sayali's face twisted with excitement and lust and she whimpered, her shoulders on the bed, her face turned to one side, facing Suresh, her eyes closed, and her body rocked and swung back and forth under his thrusts.
Suresh was transfixed by the sight of Michael's hard, glistening penis sliding in and out of his wife's butt. She moaned her pleasure and he began to move slightly faster, holding her buttocks and hips, squeezing her soft flesh eagerly as he pushed and squeezed his swollen cock into her asshole. He thrust hand under her belly and fingered her slit.
Sayali moaned and orgasmed violently, her body shuddering and trembling. The steward groaned in delight and slowly skewered her ass deeply, once, twice, three, four, five times. Each thrust drew an ululating moan from her throat. He gasped in response. Finally, gasping, he pulled slowly out of her and, jerking his cock in his fist, came copiously over her back and thighs and in the crevice between her lovely buttocks.
Groaning, he pushed his still dribbling cock back into her asshole and fucked her again slowly for a few minutes.
They behaved like lovers, as if it was their honeymoon, not his. Suresh watched as the man flung himself into an armchair and lit a cigarette. On the bed, Sayali lay on her front, whimpering and gasping, her chest heaving. Slowly, she turned her face to him.
"Hey, Mike."
"What."
"You're not done yet, are you?"
He chuckled. "What do you think?"
"The Michael I knew could have fucked me at least twice more."
"I haven't changed."
"So fuck me."
"Come and make me."
"Tell me what you'd like." Sayali turned on her side to face him.
"Shall I frig for you?"
"With a dildo?"
"If you like."
"You have one?"
She laughed. "Part of my travelling kit. I don't leave home without it. It's the first drawer, there, a blue travelling pouch. Will you get it?"
"Nah, forget it. Prefer the real thing. C'mere and suck my cock."
Sayali rolled out of bed with a delighted, wanton smile and walked across to him. He grinned at her. Suresh moaned to himself, his fist sticky with his jizz as he took in the sight of her superbly curved, slender, dusky body swaying across the room, her breasts bouncing, her buttocks rippling smoothly and strongly.
He remembered her reaction when the steward pushed his cock between them and into her anus and was filled with a desire to emulate him. He watched, now numb to the trauma, alive only to the hyperbolic sexual debauchery being played out before him.
Michael grinned wolfishly as she came up to him. He sat, smoking, one leg drawn up, the heel on the seat of the chair, the other flung casually over the arm. He masturbated slowly, his legs spread wide. He put out his cigarette as she came to him.
Standing before him, she bent forward and they kissed. He cupped her breasts and fondled them gently. Her long *mangalsutra* swung between their bodies. Her hands got busy in his groin, stroking his cock deftly. He slid a hand down to her crotch and her legs shuffled apart in immediate welcome. Her buttocks writhed in pleasure as he slid a finger into her slit.
They broke the kiss and Sayali bent her head and sucked and licked his nipples. Slowly, she dragged her tongue down his body, slipping to her knees. Finally, her head bent over his crotch and her tongue snaked out and coiled around his cock-head.
"Mm, tastes good," she murmured, smiling wantonly as she licked the penis, so recently in her ass. "I love this."
"What?"
"Sucking a cock that's been in my ass."
He grinned and gripped her head, pushing it down onto his penis.
"C'mon, whore! Gimme head!" he grunted.
Sayali fondled his penis lovingly, masturbating him with a deftness that was evidently acquired by long years of incessant practice. His penis throbbed and stirred and began to swell. She licked it gently, steadily, and then her lips parted and slipped about the cock-head.
He grunted and grinned and moved her head up and down. She sucked his cock steadily, then faster and faster. His erection ballooned in her mouth, distending her face. Rising, she squeezed her breasts in a sheath around it and masturbated him briefly with her breasts before resuming sucking his cock.
"Mm, yeh ... suck it ... suck it good, bitch," he murmured. "Mm ... yeh ... that's it ... suck it ... suck it, whore!"
Sayali whimpered deep in her throat; evidently, she enjoyed sucking cock. She caressed her breasts and her hand slid into her crotch and she masturbated gently. After several minutes, the man pushed her head away.
"Time to fuck again, whore," he chuckled. "Come on."
Sayali got to her feet and, turning around, straddled his lap. He slouched low in the chair, his huge penis pointing upward. She reached down and, taking it delicately in her hand, guided to her cunt. Suresh saw her pause, her palm along the shaft, her fingertips against his balls, his cock-head at her cunt-lips; then she drew in her breath and her hips sank and her cunt slipped down on his cock-head, running smoothly and rapidly and easily, so that his cock disappeared into her cunt like a knife into butter.
"Ohhhhh yes!"
Sayali gasped loudly, her head rising, her mouth fluttering open. Her belly rippled in and she grimaced in pleasure. Still holding the shaft, she moved her cunt lower still, and lower yet. His cock disappeared into her belly. She moaned thickly, her head arched, her belly sucked in, her hips squirming and writhing in pleasure on his lap.
He caressed her back gently, his hands gliding up and down her smooth, dusky flesh, moving around to fondle her breasts. She hissed softly as he squeezed the swollen mounds in his hands and pinched her rigid nipples. She cupped and squeezed his balls gently.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good, Mikey," she murmured and leaned back against his chest, turning her face to his.
He kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Their lips parted and their tongues fenced openly against each other. He caressed her cock-filled cunt and she moaned softly, one bangled arm looped over his head. His hands roamed over her torso, playing with her breasts, caressing her belly, fondling her cunt.
He twined his fingers in her *mangalsutra* and rasped the rough beads over her nipples, making her shudder in delight. Slowly, she straightened. Her hips began to move, gyrating in tight, erotic circles on his lap. She groaned and her arched slowly. Her hips swirled slowly round and round, her buttocks flexing and squeezing over his cock.
She hissed softly and her hips rose, still circling and undulating, then spiralled slowly down again. Her mouth fluttered open and she leaned forward, her shoulders hunched, deep hollows appearing them, with her hands on his knees. Slowly, she began to rock up and down on his cock, sliding her cunt up and down the length of his shaft. Her belly rippled inward and she arched her back, hissing in pleasure as her cunt ground down deep on his cock.
She paused, his cock half in her cunt and clapped her buttocks rapidly together, squeezing his cock with her cunt. He gasped under her and arched his hips; his cock reared into her cunt and she moaned in delight.
"Oh fuck yes! Oh god yes!" she cried.
"Come on! Come on, whore! Do it!" he groaned, his face flushed with lust, his mouth hanging open, panting like a dog in heat.
Whimpering and moaning her pleasure, Sayali began rocking up and down on the steward's swollen penis. Her breasts jumped and bounced with her motions and the long *mangalsutra* tossed and slapped on her skin. Gasping and crying out lewdly, she moved faster and faster. Her buttocks caromed off his thighs.
She squeezed his balls in excitement. Her palm, fingers spreadeagled, lay flat on her belly as she suddenly ground her hips round in tight, jerky circles. Hissing his pleasure, she dragged her hand up her body, crushing her breasts savagely, up to her arched face.
"God yes, Mikey, yes!" she moaned. "Oh fuck I love your cock in my slit! Ohhhh yes! Ohhh fuck yes!"
"C'mon ... take it ... take it whore! Take it!" he gasped.
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